I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 250 Decisive Battle ()

But before he finished speaking, Qin Jian's expression changed - the petals did not attack them, but quickly stopped after shooting out for a distance, hanging in the air, floating up and down rhythmically. They were evenly distributed throughout the field, and the curved curves of the petals were rippling with water, reflecting everything in front of them. Looking more closely, they turned out to be mirrors.

Fan Yu also realized something was wrong. His expression became slightly serious, and he loosened the thing in his hand, then held it tighter.

The vast expanse of white snow had all melted, and there was now a pond surrounding them. Several people were standing on the emerald green lotus leaves - the lotus leaves reaching the sky were infinitely green, but not as red as the lotus flowers reflecting the sun. The lotus flowers that should have been eye-catching were broken down into petals, which were slowly turning, like countless eyes searching for their traces.

"what is this?"

"Her mirror array."

Qin Jian's answer was brief, because there was no time to explain further. The mirror array formed by the petals began to work, and countless words appeared between the refraction and reflection. At the same time, the virtual images of the three of them also appeared, and even Xiaojiu was also won over.

"Uncle Qin..."

Before Fan Yu finished speaking, Qin Jian beside him had already jumped out, lightly touched the water surface, and landed on a lotus leaf that suddenly appeared in midair. After a few shakes, it was hard to tell the real from the fake. The ripples in the water had not yet dissipated, and countless Qin Jians in the virtual image had already confronted Yanyan. For a moment, water and fire rose, wind and thunder intertwined, flowers and leaves killed each other, and the two figures entangled in the middle, which was dazzling.

Fan Yu felt envious and tried to move his arms, but his virtual images remained frozen in place, not as flexible as Qin Jian's. As they moved around, everyone was using different strategies to deal with the enemy.

"What is this?" Fan Yu felt that his arm, which he had just raised, was slapped down again. He turned his head sharply and found that it was He Si who pulled him, allowing him to barely avoid a lotus seed that was shot straight at him.

"Still standing there in a daze, do you have the ability to manipulate the mirror realm?"

"So... all these Qin Jian and Yan Yan are real, but all these you and I are fake, just to dazzle the eyes?"

"It's more than just blinding," He Si said, while using silk thread to wrap around her in front of Fan Yu, moving her other self half an inch, just avoiding a new crack on the lotus leaf and not falling into the water. "Look at Qin Jian's movements. He is protecting our mirror image."

"If they get hurt, we will also..." Fan Yu still didn't finish his words. He felt as if someone slapped him on the face, and it was burning with pain. He looked again and saw a flash of lightning that had just dissipated not far away. Qin Jian was holding up his big black and gold umbrella, but it could only barely cover He Si. Half of his head was gone under the lightning.

Although it was just a mirror image, Fan Yu was still shocked and shouted, "Uncle Qin, be serious!"

Qin Jian was constrained by the setting in Yanyan's writing. He could barely hold back, and half of his arm was numb. At this moment, he couldn't help but get angry and only replied with two words: "Shut up!"

He was already furious and raised his voice, and it was spoken simultaneously by countless phantoms. The sound was like the sound of the bell before, rippling from all directions, layer by layer, scaring Fan Yu so much that he shut up.

"Xiao He, what should we do? There are so many of you and me, and we all have weaknesses. Uncle Qin can't protect us, and we can't help us either."

"We also need to find weaknesses. Qin Jian said this is a mirror formation. Since it is a formation, it must have weaknesses."

"Weakness?" Fan Yu looked at the huge array in front of him and realized, "You mean the center of the array?"

"Among so many Yanyan, only one is real. I think she is the core of the formation." "No," Fan Yu shook his head at the countless fighting figures, "Among so many mirrors, only one is real. I think that is the core of the formation."

"Mirror..." Fan Yu's words opened up He Si's mind. It was rare to hear such a confident analysis from him. He Si looked at Fan Yu with some surprise.

"You've all been cursed. Even if you find her weakness, you can't beat her." After a serious moment, Fan Yu returned to his playful and smiling appearance, waved his hand and said, "You go help Qin Jian, I have my own way to find the center of the formation."

He Si said nothing more, folded her hands, used the silk as a string and herself as an arrow, and joined the battle with Xiao Jiu. She jumped between the lotus leaves, fighting against each of the stern-looking Qin Jians, sometimes walking side by side, sometimes with their backs against each other, and sometimes moving separately. The situation was still tense, but she was only happy in her heart, and Qin Jian's movements were also much more casual.

Fan Yu closed his eyes, shielding himself from the bizarre world, and leaving all attacks from all directions to Qin Jian and He Si. He wanted to find the real mirror. It was the core and soul of this realm, the source and end of all mirror images. Then he could use the dagger in his hand, the dagger that had hurt the mirror once, to break the formation.

He closed his eyes, but the world became clearer. Just as he followed the light to sort out all the veins between the endless reflections, he heard Qin Jian's panting voice - "Star Instrument Array."

"Thank you, Uncle Qin."

Countless mirrors collapsed and disappeared one after another, and only three mirrors remained in his mind. Qin Jian was standing in front of one of them. His black and gold umbrella floated upside down on the water, carrying He Si with him, and his destination was another mirror.

"It turns out that the mirror was broken into three pieces."

Fan Yu said, taking a step back, gathering all his strength, and charging forward. The sound of breaking through the air continued, and he still closed his eyes, moving faster and faster, lowering his body to the ground, swinging the dagger into a perfect circle one after another, resisting all attacks until he came to the last mirror.

"Tan Lang, Po Jun, what you left for me is the Seven Killings, and what you left for you is only a dead end."

"Really? Two people who possess divine power but are suppressed by me, and..." Yanyan paused and looked at Fan Yu standing in front of the mirror with contempt, "A pure mortal?"

Fan Yu's face turned grim, he held the dagger tightly, and without even looking, he swung the knife back and slashed. With a clanging sound, his arm went numb and he almost dropped the dagger. He knew he had hit something, but it wasn't the mirror, because the lotus leaf under his feet was moving, and he was getting farther and farther away from the mirror.

"Three people, and none of them hit the target?" Yanyan clapped her hands happily. "Or I can let you die more clearly. Even if you all hit the target, it will be useless. I am the god here. The mirror from that year was broken into four pieces."

"I know. We all know."

Fan Yu's voice was very soft, and by the time Yan Yan realized what he was saying, the words had already disappeared without a trace. Yan Yan's actions were even faster than her thinking. In an instant, she had passed through the mirror in front of Fan Yu, and the tip of her pen was pointing directly at Fan Yu's heart.

When Fan Yu's chest was cracked a little bit, the dagger in his hand was also thrown out, towards the mirror. This was not difficult for Yanyan. She only needed to turn around and slap her palm to change the trajectory of the dagger, and it would not even affect her progress in getting rid of Fan Yu. She did the same.

She heard the sound of blood splattering, and her usual sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth: "I almost forgot that you are not completely mortal. At least, you are difficult to kill."

"Then at this moment, let's create a world without divine power that belongs entirely to mortals."