Appearing together with countless mirrors, there are also Mo Rubin's faces with different expressions.

They hid behind the dark and blurry mirror, collectively spying on the Faceless Holy Emperor in the scene.

With Li Ping as the center point, the mirror surfaces correspond to each other.

Dots of light emitted from one of the mirrors and were projected to the opposite side.

The lines of light thus formed are like tangible shackles imposed on Li Ping.

Rays of light appeared in the mirror world, like heavy chains, accelerating the process of Li Ping being pulled into the "real" world.

The Faceless Holy Emperor, who had fully revealed his figure and was surrounded by many mirrors, did not show much panic.

He looked at the "lines" on his body that were both invisible and tangible, and reached out to try to touch them.

But it was like an illusory bubble, penetrating through his palm and tightly binding around his body again.

"Unbelievably stupid!"

For some reason, this move seemed to annoy Mo Rubin.

He shouted angrily, and the line that was originally like bright light suddenly turned into pitch black.

A rustling whisper came from these black chains. You could even vaguely see faces that looked like Mo Rubin's, floating and crying on the surface.

"Hiss, hiss..."

The black chains had the power of dark corrosion. In the blink of an eye, all the clothes on Li Ping were dissolved. Just when they were about to touch Li Fan's skin, a dazzling golden brilliance erupted instantly.

The sharp-edged golden armor suddenly appeared, completely wrapping the Holy Emperor's three-foot-three huge body.

Under the surface of the armor, a golden shimmer continued to flow, as if it had its own spirituality.

The golden light protection blocks the erosion of the black chain.

Li Ping stretched out his right hand, grabbed the chain wrapped around his body, and then pulled hard.

The sound of broken mirrors kept coming.

On the chest, a vortex suddenly formed.

Li Ping stuffed the torn black chain into the vortex.

Boom boom!

Like a blazing fire, the vortex seemed to have been added with a lot of fuel, blooming with a breathtaking brilliance. And on those burned black chains, countless faces of Zhang Morubin let out vicious curses.

"It turns out they are the monk personalities that you devoured."

As the vortex in his chest continued to swallow up the black chains, the Holy Emperor also learned the details of these malicious faces from the images that kept emerging in his mind.

"If you don't practice [Nine-turn Immortal Soul] well, you will learn this evil way instead!" Li Ping shook his head with some regret.

These words seemed to touch Mo Rubin's back, and his figure suddenly became as dark and deep as if it were stained with rich black ink.

A rift was created between him and Li Ping.

It is a mirror that reflects reality and illusion.

Mo Rubin and Li Ping faced each other from a distance, arranged at both ends of the mirror.

The moment the crack appeared, Li Ping suddenly felt something in his heart. Mo Rubin "over there" seemed to have disappeared. The image in front of him was just a projection formed on the other side of the mirror based on his own existence.

With a thought, Li Ping, protected by golden armor, appeared hundreds of miles away in an instant, leaving the scope of the Zixiao Sect's ruins.

But soon, the Holy Emperor discovered the extremely strange scene in front of him.

The crack in front of him actually teleported with him, and his position did not change at all.

Mo Rubin, on the other hand, was grinning ferociously, looking at himself coldly on the other side of the mirror.

It was as if there was an extremely mysterious force that locked Li Ping and Mo Rubin, and no matter how he changed his position, he could never get rid of them.

What was even more creepy was that Li Ping faintly noticed that the appearance and aura of Mo Rubin on the other side of the mirror were quietly changing.

The body slowly expanded, and the facial features became increasingly blurry.

Mo Rubin is transforming into the Faceless Holy Emperor.

"Wrong way? You are really ignorant and fearless!"

"What is evil? What is good? There is no good or evil, only immortality is eternal!"

"How can you judge the [Immortal Art of Immortal Demonic Heart]?"

Mo Rubin laughed loudly, full of ridicule: "Just let you become me!"

Things on both sides of the mirror become more and more alike.

The distance between the Holy Emperor and Mo Rubin is gradually getting closer.

Just as he was about to slide completely to the other side of the mirror, Li Ping suddenly took off his golden armor.

He stared at Mo Rubin not far away indifferently: "Become me?"

"Just you?"

"I am the Holy Emperor of Destiny."

Purple-gold luck emerged from nothingness, like the yarn of a dream, and was instantly woven into an auspicious dragon robe, which was spontaneously worn on Li Ping.

The voice of the Faceless Holy Emperor, like thunder from the nine heavens, echoed at one end of the mirror.

The roar echoed, causing ripples to form in the crack that separated the real world and illusion.

"I am also the Xuanhuang Tiandao!"

"The survival of billions of creatures depends on the source of the resurrection of the Darkest Star Sea!"

"You want to be me?"

Every time the Holy Emperor uttered a word, it was like a huge wave that violently struck the cracks in the mirror.

Creaking, overwhelming sounds could be heard faintly, and cracks appeared in the world on the other side of the mirror.

It seems like it will collapse at any time.

"Are you worthy of it?!" Li Ping asked coldly.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

For the first time, Mo Rubin's expression truly changed, and he stopped imitating the Faceless Holy Emperor.

Behind Li Ping, he seemed to see a miniature image of the entire Xuanhuang Realm.

Even behind the dark yellow light, there seems to be an even brighter galaxy hidden!

In the blink of an eye, the world turned upside down.

The weight of the world fell on him.

Ding!

The cracked mirror shattered, and like a chain reaction, the countless mirrors that sealed the space around them exploded into thousands of fragments in an instant.

Mo Rubin spit out a mouthful of blood, but his reaction was not unpleasant.

Due to the disturbance caused by the shattering of the mirror, his figure became illusory and he appeared thousands of miles away in an instant.

"Xuanhuang Tiandao?"

"How can it be?"

Mo Rubin had an expression of disbelief on his face.

His face suddenly changed again: "Damn Xuanhuang Tiandao is really unreliable, we must do it as soon as possible."

Just as he was talking to himself, a tall figure quietly stopped in front of him.

"You want to leave before my question is answered?"

A trace of fear flashed in Mo Rubin's eyes, and he snorted coldly: "The Holy Emperor of Destiny, the incarnation of Heaven's Dao, is just a chess piece!"

"If you don't want to die, how about we cooperate?"

"Although you are strong, you are still not as good as Brother Xuanyuan. Even he was plotted and encountered misfortune, and you will certainly not be able to avoid it..."

Mo Rubin's words moved Li Ping's heart and he stopped attacking.

But after Mo Rubin said these words, Li Ping's expression suddenly changed.

He stretched out his hand to grab Mo Rubin in front of him, but the figure exploded like a bubble and scattered in the air.

It seemed like it was just a cover-up. The real Mo Rubin escaped to nowhere under Li Ping's nose. I don't know when.

The Holy Emperor was not angry at being teased.

"The real immortal technique is indeed extraordinary."

"[The Immortal Secret of the Demon's Heart that will never be destroyed]..."

"wrong."

After pondering for a moment, Li Ping looked at the sleeping cat on his shoulder.
To be continued...