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Chapter 167 The Man-Eating Mirror

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Earthen jars were smashed open by Sikong, and Xiai people often woke up from their slumber and continued to live forever.

They should be all-powerful, continuing the torch of civilization in eternal life, even in the face of extremely powerful cultivators, they are not afraid at all.

Because, whether it is physical attack or mental collision, they all have natural advantages and are superior to others.

However, they met Sikong.

The fetal fluid, which is extremely threatening to all living things, is not worthy of contempt in front of the evil nature of Christ's blood in Sikong's body, and can only surrender with a mournful cry.

The magnetic shock unique to electromagnetic creatures fell into Sikong's mind, and instead became a hammer and inkstone for tempering the spiritual body, helping him perfect the process from gasification to liquefaction of the spirit.

Even the mecha at the core of the body was used by Sikong to paralyze his body, allowing the precious blood of Christ to strengthen his body with maximum efficiency.

It seems to be the choice of fate, the reappearance of reincarnation.

8 years ago, there was a bloody massacre of the Xi'ai people by the imperial civilization, which wiped out the hope of the Xi'ai civilization's eternal life.

8 years later, Sikong devoured the Xiai people to death again, squeezing all the value of the so-called immortals.

A group of Xi'ai people were reduced to a puddle of fetal fluid that had lost all their essence under Sikong's hands.

Sikong didn't have the slightest pity like a virgin. After all, he and the Xi'ai were two completely different creatures. In terms of mentality, it was similar to humans slaughtering pigs and dogs. In order to survive, they had to let them die.

The further you go to the back, the fewer urns and jars there are still remaining Xi'ai people.Sikong walked along the high cliff, surrounded the place where he first discovered the Weng Jar, and dug through more than 3000 meters of the cliff.

Sikong landed on the mirror and looked up.

Perhaps 8 years ago, there were more urns, each containing an experimental subject.

However, due to the destruction of the empire and the vicissitudes of 8 years, some experiments must have failed.

Up to now, there are only a few Xi'ai people left.

But most of them have become the bones of Sikong's practice and the cornerstone of his growth.

Physical self-examination!

Gene chain integrity: 79%
Gene chain enhancement type: unenhanced
Self strength: 12%
Spirit domain value: 19 points

Physical condition: Average, maintained at 80.3% of peak strength

The detection is incomplete, the data is for reference only, if you need medical support, please go to the nearest signal tower
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Sikong could clearly feel the changes in his body. With one breath, he could lift people's skulls;

Every second, every breath, he is growing and getting stronger!

In the self-inspection data, the integrity and strength of the gene chain have increased considerably, while the mental domain value has dropped again and again, and now it is even less than [-] points.

But most of the spiritual power in Sikong's mind condensed into small drops of water, deposited at the bottom of the sea of ​​consciousness, like pearls or agates, shining brightly and brilliantly.

Looking at the storage box in his hand, Sikong felt a little dark.

Although the precious blood of Christ provides energy for the body all the time, there is a hidden danger of a 'mechanical cradle' after all. Sikong must eat at regular intervals to allow his digestive system to fully function.

Now, after Sikong's massive consumption, there are only six high-calorie pills left.

As for fresh water, not even the blood of Christ can do anything.

Two bags of [-] milliliters of fresh water, even if Sikong spared no effort, consumed more than half of it under the condition of intense sweating and bleeding.

Sikong, I can't hold on much longer!
If he continues to search for the urn with such intensity but inefficiency, Sikong will only die before the terrifying changes come.

Sikong was not an idiot blinded by greed. He decisively chose to sit cross-legged and recuperate, maintaining his peak combat power as much as possible.

In this way, the ghost ship does not know the changes of the years, let alone the interpretation of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Until the dian pill was about to be completely used up, the fresh water was restrained by Sikong's strong willpower, and there was only [-] milliliters left.

The mirror moved!

Sikong woke up suddenly, stood up in a panic, and saw that the mirror seemed to be rising gradually.

Sikong frowned and stared at his feet, suddenly found that some of the soles of his shoes had disappeared out of thin air, and at the same time...

Lifting his foot, Sikong saw a shoe sole appear in the mirror, and it disappeared in an instant!

Seeing this, Sikong's scalp was numb in an instant, he jumped up in a hurry, directly hit the cliff, and quickly climbed up!
He suddenly understood why there was a human face on the mirror, it was clear that the mirror 'swallowed' all the star bandits!
Only the most proud and delicious faces are left.

"Woooooo... It's so dark here, I'm so cold, why don't you stay with me..."

"My hands, my feet, are gone, gone, but you, why are you still there!"

"I'm immortal! Haha, I'm immortal! I won't die, I won't die..."

Bursts of miserable, or greedy and triumphant laughter came from under Sikong's feet.

Seeing those faces on the mirror, suddenly came to life at this moment.

Walking around inside the mirror, or the fear on his face had the upper hand, at this moment he crazily bumped into the mirror, making a knocking sound, but the mirror did not produce a single crack.

Or with a greedy face, struggling to drill into the depths of the mirror, and laughing wickedly to live forever.

There is also a woman's face, looking at Sikong who is gradually being caught up by the mirror with a wry smile, sobbing with tears: "You can't escape, you can't escape..."

At the end, the woman suddenly raised her voice, her eyes were full of hatred, and she screamed, "Get down! Get down! How can you escape! You don't deserve it!"

Sikong listened to the voices coming to his ears, but without turning his head, he inserted his hands into the cliff between the lightning and flint, and then pulled upwards, and he rose a hundred meters like a fly.

But even so, the mirror rose faster and faster, swallowing up the cliff without leaving any trace, quickly closing the distance with Sikong.

It has its eyes on Sikong!
"Damn! What the hell is this!"

Sikong was filled with resentment. If there were other aggressive threats, even if he was defeated, he could still give them a try.

But in the face of today's weird mirror that wants to swallow people into his stomach, even if he has all kinds of means, there is nothing he can do.

Without soles, Sikong's feet were worn out, and when he stepped on the sharp cliffs that were pitted and hollowed out by himself, dark red blood dripped down.

Both of Sikong's arms were numb from the shock of the hard rock wall, and his movements, which were as agile as a monkey's, slowed down significantly.

His breathing was heavy, smelling of blood, and blood oozed from his clenched teeth.

Mirror, getting closer.

'Crack! '

Sikong thrust his fist into the cliff wall, only heard a crisp cracking sound, several urns rolled out, were quickly swallowed by the mirror, and disappeared.

'Bang bang bang! '

Sikong ascended rapidly, and after another crisp sound, an urn behind the rock wall was exposed.

It's not an empty urn, but liquid sloshing, and at this moment, worm fluid is flowing out from the gap on the body of the jar.

Seeing this, Sikong took out the urn and threw it towards the mirror!
When the Xi'ai appeared, seeing the rising mirror, it suddenly danced with joy, imprinted on the mirror without worry, and then... passed through the mirror and fell into an unknown space behind the mirror!
Seeing this, Sikong's pupils shrank to the size of a pinprick, and he looked at the mirror less than one meter away from him.

Suddenly let go of your hands and fell directly into the mirror!
(End of this chapter)