Chapter 2077: I am a ghost (49)

Gu Chu converged and focused on Xia Qiu.
Holding the mahogany sword, the ordinary-looking girl has eyes that do not match this ordinary face, very quiet and bright.
When it was originally a ghost, all eyes were pure black. At this time, on this occasion, it seemed that the ordinary person was restored.
Why, when Lin Chen was alive, she didn't remember her at all?
Gu Chu couldn't help himself.
The complex feeling in my heart is beyond words.
People are different from each other, in the end is separated by nature.
If it can go back to the past, if it can prevent Lin Chen's death, if it can make Lin Chen live ... it would be great.
"Gu Chu! Ancient Mirror! Quick!"
Suddenly he cried like an unvoiced voice, suddenly shaking Gu Chu's mind back.
Xia Qiu left him in this room not as a background board, watching Gu Chu a little daze off the chain, Xia Qiu was distracted and gave a little strength and sang.
Originally, her body was not her. Xia Qiu was able to do this formation, relying on the contractual power extracted from Situ Jie. To put it plainly, he used Situ Jie's spiritual power.
But use it at the same time, and transformation needs a process after all.
The wind in the room was bursting with wind. The cinnabar symbol on Yin Qingqing's body was like bright red blood. It looked like she was going to tighten her skin deeply, and it was like tearing her skin and floating.
At this time, the white and slightly convex belly seemed to be transparent, and Gu Chu could clearly see that little space, full of six baby spirits, and one fuzzy face looming.
No wonder Gu Chu saw Yin Qingqing this time, but she couldn't see the baby spirit outside her body, but these baby spirits had already entered her womb.
"Linyuan in all directions, the array is ahead, ordering to lock the soul, anxious!"
Xia Qiu bit his finger, and the red blood soaked from his finger. This drop of blood was looming golden, which was the blood of Xuan Qiu drawn from Situ Jie.
At this time, Gu Chu was holding the ancient mirror, under the kind of invisible pressure, step by step as if he was carrying a ten-level gale, if it was not protected by a soft white mask, he might not be able to move at all.
But now, in a short room only ten steps away, Gu Chu exhausted his whole body strength, so that his back was soaked with sweat, and finally came to Yin Qingqing, struggling to press the ancient mirror towards the white one. A belly covered with cinnabar blood.
Almost the ancient mirror had just been pressed, but it was a moment when it was slow, and Xia Qiu's finger was pressed.
The invisible air wave opened, and Gu Chu was directly bombarded.
At this time, Xia Qiu, who was also under tremendous pressure, bit his tongue again and controlled the ancient mirror that was about to fly away.
The bronze carved mirror has a thousand years of history and already possesses a certain degree of spirituality.
But after all, its power is only instinct, and before it breaks, it has been suppressed by Xia Qiu again.
There was a murmur in his mouth.
Yin Shaoqing's floating Zhu Sha suddenly appeared in a haggard face, turned into a red scarlet claw and directly pulled the ancient mirror back. The symbol of Zhu Hong started to spread from the edge of the bronze mirror to the center of the mirror.
A wave of waves struggled back and forth in the mirror, the copper mirror was torn back and forth, and finally it was eroded by the symbol of vermilion, blocking all the waves.
At this moment, Gu Chu looked at this thrilling battle, only to feel that his sweat was gone at this time, and he could only sigh for a long time.