Chapter 201: No joy or sadness

Jing Yao's face became darker, and his hands darkened.
　　 "Between black and white."
　　 The mole on his hand bounced lightly, and the hand surface was restored to its white and flawless state.
　　 The mole turned into a black mist, and it suddenly enveloped the endless...or a few meters in the void, which perfectly contained Ivey's figure. So all attacks are ineffective.
　　 The fragments of the chainsaw were still in the form of a phantom. They fell into Ivey's black and white phantom. They were immediately black and white, turned into two energies, and melted into Ivey's body, so comfortable.
　　 This feeling of absolute defense is amazing.
　　 He turned slightly, and walked towards the mirror demon, and the surrounding phantoms rushed crazily.
　　 Seeing Khan on the mirror demon's forehead, he is closely connected with the Phantom, and can fully feel the horror of the black and white ash around Ivey.
He quickly backed away, and a large mirror rose in front of him, square and square, suddenly like a mahjong tile, spreading on both sides, stretching up and down, piece by piece wrapped Ivey, the most wonderful thing is that the Phantom was added at once. Cheng, from three thousand to endless...
　　 If the world is a computer, it must be down now?
　　 Jing Yao didn't mean to relax at all, his chest was violently up and down, and more sweat was flowing down his forehead.
　　 As soon as the endless phantom comes into contact with Ivey's black and white world, it will be broken down immediately, and then Ivey's body will be strengthened.
　　 That guy almost fell in love with this feeling and raised the mirror monster as a pig.
　　 How about taking this guy back?
　　 Ivey had such a thought in his mind, but soon he knew that he was wrong, because the phantoms gradually weakened, and after being decomposed, they no longer have their previous strength, and the improvement of the body is already very limited.
　　 Mirror Demon sat on the ground paralyzed, his face pale, he knew he was dead soon, because his soul was almost exhausted.
In fact, this guy is also unlucky. The Phantom Three Thousand is actually a soul magic. Therefore, they are basically indestructible. No matter how strong the opponent is, it is not easy to defeat these soul puppets, not to mention that they can regenerate and cooperate. The blood of one's own blood follows the limit, and with the infinite reflection of the mirror, it can create almost infinite soul puppets, but they have a common feature, sharing the soul of the mirror demon.
　　 So the more the puppets are destroyed, the more soul damage the poor child suffers. In the end, the soul becomes thinner and the lamp dries out.
　　 At the last moment, he sat on the ground, thinking of his father who had been caring for him, and felt heartache for the first time.
　　 Now I no longer have the thought of kneeling and licking the goddess, if God gives him another chance...
　　 Well, God is not so boring.
　　 So he sat on the ground with a longing face, looking at the rushing, tearful...Dad.
　　 "Elder." Huo Hong opened her mouth, and she didn't know what position she was now. She felt that everything was really bad today.
　　 Ivey's thoughts are the same as hers, if there is no tonic from this madman.
　　 Inexplicable guy, it's really troublesome, it looks like there is going to be another fight.
　　 His soul is keenly aware, and he can naturally see the relationship between the two people. He can fully understand but will not agree with him. After all, everyone has their own position.
　　 There are two things that make him happy. First, his body has been greatly strengthened. In the future, even if he only does something with ease, it is worth the price.
　　Second, it is really strong between black and white, at least it is also an artifact level, super powerful offensive and defensive.
　　 He decided to confront the elder face-to-face, so why don't you just reunite with your father and son.
　　 I don't want to kill people easily, but the one who kills me must be an exception.
　　 "You killed my son?" The imaginary scolding did not appear, he was a little afraid of it.
　　 The old man was shaking his hands slightly, gently hugging his son, a pair of rough hands rubbing his son's cheeks, he looked and looked again.
　　 When he turned around, there was deep pain and despair in his eyes.
　　 and the unforgettable hatred, like a fire, burning Ivey to ashes.
　　 Ivey slowly exhaled the breath in his chest, put away his cynical smile, he calmly looked at the old man, and said calmly:
　　 "Whoever wants to kill me, I will kill whoever!"
　　 "I know, I didn't mean to blame you. I just didn't want to live anymore. I happened to take you away. I have no objection."
　　 "A lot of things, it's so helpless to catch up with the wrong," Ivey spread his hands.
　　 "It's not necessarily. In fact, there is an omen today. I have always tried to avoid it, but fate is really not something we mortals can contend with."
　　 "It's very hopeless."
　　 "Yes, I agree."
　　 The two stopped talking, as if everything had been said.
　　 A wisp of wind rose between them, and the murderous thing turned into substance, and was picked up by the old man, and with only a flick, the qi suddenly turned into an arrow and galloped right into Ivy's heart.
　　 At this time, Ivey turned into black and white, and there were various gradations of gray on his skin, and there seemed to be some darker grays flowing out. Before they could land, they spread into the surrounding gray world.
　　 The wind arrow continued to move forward, seemingly unstoppable. Suddenly Ivey stretched out his hands and pinched, index finger and thumb, just like pinching a pair of chopsticks, so natural and happy.
　　 That wind arrow, right at his fingertips, was scattered like quicksand.
　　 "It's a wonderful taste, hehe, it's so painful, thank you, let me taste the different feelings in the world."
　　All the innocent and strong emotions ~EbookFREE.me~ are my food, in this two-dimensional world, I will ash them one by one.
　　 Black and white are exactly my two persistences at the moment.
　　 Pain makes people grow, Ivey grows a lot, and he feels that his soul is firmer.
　　 The old man’s attack is simple and powerful, perhaps simple enough, so powerful enough.
　　 Ivey doesn't know, he only knows that he has benefited a lot this time.
　　 If the old man uses ordinary magic and the most popular cultivation base, after this battle, he will be exhausted and bored. In the end, he can still bet on a pack of spicy sticks to win on his own, but he will not have such a gain.
　　 The old man sat next to his son with a smile on his face. He turned his love for his son into a soul arrow of revenge, exerting an attack effect ten times more than usual.
　　 It doesn't matter how he can't see it. At this moment, he is about to see his son, that stupid, unwilling, and little willful son. If there is no way, that is his son.
　　 Ivey has also been standing there for a long time. At this time, he is thinking about what all this is for.
　　 Can't think of it, so be it.
　　 In any case, it is always right not to be killed.
　　 Even if it is manipulated by fate, there is no way.
　　 The corners of his mouth were upturned, and he didn't know who he was laughing at, so he forgave himself.
　　 Huo Hong stood up suddenly, took the hand he was going to leave, and asked softly:
　　 "Ivy, is that you?"