If what Luo Hou said was true, then the "Liu Ming" in front of him would have the same cultivation and abilities as him.
Although he had constantly simulated every enemy he encountered in the Demonic Eye of Illusions in the past, he had never stood on the opposite side of "himself" like he did today. Moreover, he had to do everything he could to defeat "himself".
Yin Liu, who was on the side, faced everything that was shown in the mirror, including the newly appeared "Liu Ming". From beginning to end, he did not show the slightest surprise, and only looked on indifferently.
However, when he saw a few scenes, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he finally revealed a thoughtful expression.
Liu Ming couldn't care less about the yin flow on the side. His mind turned quickly, thinking about every attack that "himself" might launch and the corresponding countermeasures. At the same time, he secretly condensed spiritual power in his body. As long as "himself" in front of him made a slight move, he would launch a preemptive strike without hesitation.
However, the "Liu Ming" opposite him had a faint hint of ridicule in his eyes. He stood not far away, not moving at all.
The two confronted each other like this.
At that moment, the grey mirror glowed again, and a grey pillar of light shot out, enveloping Yin Liu's body.
Liu Ming raised his eyebrows, but most of his attention was still on his other self, and he looked over from the corner of his eye.
In the end, Yin Liu did not try to dodge like Liu Ming did at first, nor did he panic. He just stood there quietly, still being enveloped by the grey light.
The next moment, there was a flow of light on the grey mirror in front of him, and then a series of scenes appeared. Naturally, they were Yin Liu's life experiences.
Liu Ming only watched for a moment, then turned to look at Yin Liu with a look of disbelief on his face.
Yin Liu stared motionlessly at the scene in the mirror. His expression was indifferent, but his eyes flickered with a hint of a strange light.
What appeared in the mirror was a chain of lofty mountains. White clouds and mist drifted and lingered between the mountains. On the lush and verdant mountain peaks, pavilions, terraces, and halls could be seen clearly.
It was obviously a blessed land for cultivation in the human realm where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered.
On a green mountain peak, in a courtyard with flying eaves, a handsome young man in a grey robe was sitting cross-legged on a green boulder facing the sun. He was breathing rhythmically and cultivating quietly.
The face of the young man in a grey robe was faintly similar to Yin Liu. Liu Ming, who already knew the effect of the Chaos Rebirth Formation, naturally knew that this young man was the former Yin Liu, and he was also a human.
What surprised Liu Ming the most was that this blessed land looked very familiar. It seemed to be the Thousands Spirit Mountain Range, and the green mountain peak where the young man in a grey robe was, was the Emerald Cloud Peak that he had been to once when he first entered Tai Qing.
Yin Liu looked at some in front with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, but his expression was indifferent, as if he was looking at a person.
Liu Ming suppressed the horror in his heart and continued to watch.
The scene in the mirror was constantly changing. Watching the scenes of the young man in a grey robe cultivating, breaking through, and gaining experience, Liu Ming was even more shocked. He was more certain that this person was indeed a disciple of the Emerald Cloud Peak of Taiqing Gate.
It wasn't long before the scene changed, and the grey robed youth had grown up to become a handsome and elegant young man. Moreover, he appeared in a magnificent hall.
There were more than ten young men in different clothes standing beside him. All of them were dignified and high-spirited.
Everyone was listening attentively to an old man with white hair and a youthful face who was holding a horsetail whisk on the main seat of the hall.
Above the old man's head floated a large horizontal board with the words "Buddha Slaughter Palace" written on it in large, unadorned characters.
Behind the old man, there was a long altar covered with yellow satin. On the altar, there were small bronze lamps, about seventeen or eighteen of them. Each of the lamps had a bean-sized flame of different colors.
Soon after, the scene changed and a lush green valley appeared in front of them.
The valley looked like a peaceful paradise. Apart from a few simple and crude grass huts and a few acres of medicinal fields, there was also a clear light blue lake. In the middle of the lake, there was a huge spring that gurgled endlessly, and clear spring water was constantly gushing out.
There was an arched stone bridge above a stream that was connected to the lake. A man and a woman were leaning against each other, as if they were two young men and women in love.
The young man had a pale face and a silver hairpin that was several inches long was inserted into his hair. His green robes fluttered in the wind and he carried a sheathless longsword on his back. His face was full of heroic spirit. The young woman was dressed in white and her hair reached her waist. She had a beautiful face and looked like a little bird.
At this moment, the young man was pointing at the clear spring in the middle of the lake with one hand as he said something in high spirits. His face was overflowing with excitement, and the young girl seemed to be amused by him as she covered her mouth and giggled non-stop.
In front of the gray mirror, when Yin Liu saw this scene, his eyes showed a rare hint of blurriness and he sighed softly.
Liu Ming was dumbfounded. This small green valley was none other than the "Silver Spring Valley" that Long Yanfei had taken him to.
He then vaguely sensed something and quickly retracted his gaze. He looked at "himself" in front of him, who was staring at him intently. His pupils were faintly shining. He immediately took a few steps back calmly.
As a result, the "Liu Ming" opposite him also took a few steps forward, then stopped again and looked at him.
Seeing this, Liu Ming was a little relieved. He once again glanced at the gray mirror with the corner of his eyes.
At this time, on the mirror, there was a scene of an abnormally fierce battle. The background was a dim gray misty space. It seemed to be in a cave.
"Yin Liu" waved the long sword in his hand into a ball of cold light, turning it into layers of sword shadows. He was fighting with a black armored evil spirit with disheveled hair and black gas around his body.
The sword shadows, the chilly wind, and the bloody light were intertwined in the air, and the sound of explosions was continuous.
Suddenly, there was a loud sound in the air. A large number of dense green silks suddenly surged out from all directions and shrouded "Yin Liu".
"Yin Liu" was originally comparable in strength with the black armored evil spirit. In the face of this sudden sneak attack, his complexion changed. He subconsciously took a deep breath, and a layer of green light suddenly appeared on his body surface. He was about to take this blow head-on.
"Chi la"!
As the light on the surface of "Yin Liu" trembled, he lost his footing and fell down rapidly.
Seeing this, the black-armored evil spirit's body swayed and fell down. Its two palms struck out in a blur and instantly turned into a blurry black palm shadow that shot downwards.
Seeing this, "Yin Liu"'s eyes flashed coldly, and he changed his sword gesture.
A clear sound! The sword light flashed!
A large piece of green sword shadow turned into layers of sword waves, facing the black palm shadow that was pressing down.
"Peng, peng!" Consecutive sounds rang out!
In mid-air, the green and black light shone brightly, and the originally dim space was illuminated.
The walls in all directions were affected by the aftershock, and there was a burst of flying sand and stones.
However, although "Shadowflow" resisted the attack of the black-armored evil spirit, its falling speed increased several times, and the rebound force made it unable to stabilize its body at all. In the end, it accidentally fell into a huge black gas vortex below and disappeared.
The scene changed again, and the next scene was that of an altar made of countless black boulders, surrounded by black mist.
Suddenly, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, followed by a fluctuation in the void. Countless black gas gathered from all directions, turning into a black gas vortex.
Immediately afterward, a green light flashed out of the vortex and blasted down in front of the altar.
With a loud "bang", a pit appeared on the ground, and "Yin Liu", who was holding a green long sword, was lying in the pit, unconscious …
Looking at the scene in front of him, Liu Ming could not help but smile bitterly in his heart. This situation was so similar to the situation when he entered the Nine Nether Realm!
However, the next scene made his expression change greatly again.
A young man in a gray robe, who looked no different from a Fiend, dashed forward at full speed amidst the thick black mist and raging black gales. He was wreathed in faint cyan light, holding a long, cyan sword in his hand.
But from the skill he used, there was no doubt that he was a human cultivator. Needless to say, this person was "Yin Liu".
Then, the gravel slope, the Blood Leaf Maze, the Extreme Yang Formation, the Black Wind Valley … Everything that Liu Ming had seen just now appeared again!
Then, above an extremely desolate small soil slope, "Yin Liu" stepped on an unusually ferocious evil spirit's head with a layer of faint black gas around his body.
"Dark Bone Method!" Liu Ming stared at the faint black gas around "Yin Liu"'s body, and was startled. This was clearly a situation where the black gas was condensed and exposed outside of the body after cultivating the first level of the Dark Bone Method.
Opposite of "Yin Liu" stood a huge, ferocious spirit with two horns on its head, holding a huge black rod that was more than 30 meters long and dragging it on the ground. It was roaring loudly at "Yin Liu".
"This is Barbarian Ghost King … Yin Flow … Liuyin … Grandmaster Liuyin …" Although Liu Ming had some guesses in his heart, seeing this scene, he finally couldn't help blurting out with a hint of excitement in his tone.
Hearing this, Yin Liu's body shook, and he looked at Liu Ming with a slightly speechless expression. Then, he turned his gaze back to the gray mirror, and did not say anything.
The scene on the gray mirror continued. This time, it was in a valley with rolling fog. "Yin Liu"'s face was pale, and his body was a little unstable as he flew quickly on his sword. He seemed to be seriously injured and should be being chased by some strong enemy.
As a result, when he passed through a place surrounded by clouds and mist, he was swallowed by a space crack that suddenly appeared and disappeared.
After that, the young man appeared on a huge island. Liu Ming's expression changed greatly. This island was actually his hometown, Yunchuan Island.
The scene in the mirror changed quickly, showing the scene of "Yin Liu" galloping on Yunchuan Island. But beside him, there was a huge, ferocious spirit with two horns on its head and a skeleton with flashing golden flames in its eyes.
In the end, "Yin Liu" swept away all the strong enemies in the nearby sea area and searched countless places, but still could not find the way home. Finally, he helplessly returned to the original huge island and settled on a certain mountain peak.
Not long after, he founded a small sect and began to recruit disciples. It was the Barbarian Ghost Sect!
Under his leadership, the sect flourished day by day, and the scale was also getting bigger and bigger. It was a scene of prosperity.
As the years passed, the young man gradually aged, and his lifespan was finally used up. The last scene in the mirror was impressively fixed at the moment before the young man died.
Liu Ming withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and then turned to look at Yin Liu, his eyes flashing with a strange light.
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