There are bandits in Zhongshan

"Bahuang mirror." Ruoye looked at the dark mirror in a daze, and murmured, "Why are you here..."

Zhong Mingzhu's expression froze: "Are you sure?" Later he added: "What is the Eight Desolation Mirror?"

Ruoye pointed to the inscription that continuously transmits spiritual power into the mirror, and said seriously: "The Eight Desolation Mirror is a sacred object of our clan, and the runes on it are actually ancient spells, I will not admit it wrong."

Mermaids have a lifespan of ten thousand years. To them, the division of the Three Realms is just an event that happened in the previous generation, so the records in the clan are much more detailed than those of the monks on land.

After God Nuwa created all living beings, in order to see all kinds of things in the world, she cast a mirror and observed every move of all living beings in the mirror.

That mirror can see every corner of the world, every place where ghosts wander, and even the place of reincarnation.

Later, God Nuwa disappeared, and the mirror was broken into two pieces.A piece called "Sansheng" is located in the Youdu at the end of the Santu River, leading the dead into reincarnation, where is today's ghost world.The other part is in charge of the Emperor of Heaven, named "Eight Desolation", to gain insight into the affairs of the world, and finally disappeared in the disaster of war.

In fact, the Eight Desolation Mirror fell into the hands of the Shark Clan in the East China Sea.At that time, wars broke out on land, and the only place of peace was deep in the sea. The Emperor of Heaven towned the Eight Desolation Mirror in Nanming and handed it over to the South Sea Merman for safekeeping. Later, Nanming was also affected by the flames of war. hand, some mermen took it and fled to the East China Sea to return to the ruins. The dragon who slaughtered the return to the ruins of the merman clan sealed the Eight Desolation Mirror in the divine spring on the seabed and settled down from then on.

The Ruoye clan were the descendants of the mermen who moved to the East China Sea at that time. After each merman was born, they would go to the temple behind the Shenquan, where the Eight Desolation Mirror was enshrined.

It is octagonal, the whole body is pitch black, and there are ancient inscriptions engraved on the edge, and that inscription is the incantation of the mirror.

Ruoye once asked the elders in the clan what was so great about that mirror and why it became a sacred object in the clan.

"The Mirror of the Eight Desolations and the Mirror of the Three Lives of the Ghost Realm have the same origin, so they can not only spy on every place in the Eight Desolations, but also show the Three Lives and Three Worlds in the mirror." Ruoye recalled, "As long as you have your own things Wow, with the secret technique, you can see the judgment of reincarnation, where the soul returns."

"Three Lives Three Worlds?" Zhong Mingzhu smiled, "Isn't it useless to you at all."

The blood descendants of gods do not enter reincarnation, so how can there be an afterlife.

"Indeed." Ruoye sighed, "Besides, our clan is only a hybrid of Kunpeng and human beings, and the divine power in the bloodline of the descendants is weaker than that of the next generation. Now, no one in the clan can control the Eight Desolation Mirror."

Although enshrined in the supreme temple, it is only a symbol at best.

"But this Eight Desolation Mirror appeared here, and it still traps my master." Zhong Mingzhu looked at the dark ancient mirror above his head, his slightly shallow eyes were stained a little dark, "Do you have a clue?"

Ruoye shook her head: "The Eight Desolation Mirror should still be there when I left, but it was more than 700 years ago." Speaking of this, her eyes dimmed suddenly, and she said lightly: "Could it be that someone from the clan What's up……"

Zhong Mingzhu glanced at her, and said with a light smile, "If something serious happens, it won't be silent at all." After that, she looked around the inscriptions, pondered for a while, then curled up the corners of her mouth, as if there was something wrong. He waved to Ruoye and said, "I think the inscriptions in the tower are similar to the ones on the mirror. They should be the same words, but I don't know them. Can you please help me find out what these inscriptions mean?"

Those inscriptions should be the original characters, which were passed on to humans by gods. After 10,000+ years, they have gradually evolved into what they are now. Except for some ancient tribes, no one can recognize them.

Ruoye responded, and said in his heart: her master and apprentice are kind to me, and besides, I may need her help to find Ayun, so it doesn't hurt to delay here for a while.So put aside the search for the tit for the time being, and carefully read the inscription in the tower.

While she was interpreting the inscriptions, Zhong Mingzhu looked left and right in the tower, tapping on the blue-black walls from time to time, as if he was pondering the structure of the tower.

After Ruoye read all the inscriptions, she found that Zhong Mingzhu was no longer in the tower. She went out and found that the other party was throwing a paper crane out.

The paper crane flew very fast, and disappeared into the sky in an instant. Ruoye glanced at it and felt familiar, but when he tried to look closely, he couldn't find the trace, so he asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"I am reporting to my uncle and the others." Zhong Mingzhu wrote lightly, "Do you know the meaning of those inscriptions?"

Ruoye originally wanted to ask which other Tianyi sect disciples were nearby, but when Zhong Mingzhu said this, his mind was suddenly occupied by long and obscure runes, and his scalp was numb and he said: "I see, but I don't understand the spells." Do not really understand……"

When she said these words, she was actually a little guilty. She only understood the meaning of part of the inscription above, but there were many strange line symbols mixed in the inscription, which seemed to be the unique tattoos of other tribes. When they were mixed together, she couldn't see them at all. understand what these mean.

To her surprise, Zhong Mingzhu didn't show any disappointment or disgust, but calmly said: "It's enough to tell me what you know."

The seemingly dense inscriptions actually have many repetitions. Ruoye pointed them out to Zhong Mingzhu one by one. For some reason, she felt that Zhong Mingzhu seemed a little absent-minded. She never asked other questions during the listening process. Occasionally he echoed a few times, but most of the time he lowered his eyes and stared at his feet, as if he was thinking of other things.

"Hey, are you listening?" She couldn't help but waved her hand in front of Zhong Mingzhu to see if she was in a daze.

All he got back was a perfunctory "hmm".

Ruoye was a little dissatisfied, but she didn't know what Zhong Mingzhu was planning, so she continued to stumble and explain, and then she asked, "Do you know what kind of spell this is?"

Seeing Zhong Mingzhu lazily curling the corners of her mouth, she thought that the other party had already figured out a solution, but before she could be happy, she heard Zhong Mingzhu say, "I don't know."

"Hey!"

"It can only be said that I have a little clue." Zhong Mingzhu walked to a wall, stroked the inscription on it with his fingertips, and the smile on his mouth gradually deepened, "This formation is extremely complicated, and I don't know how long it will take to crack it." Yue, why don't you think of another way."

"What way?"

Zhong Mingzhu avoided this question, and asked instead: "When we first came, no one noticed the spiritual power in the Liuhe Pagoda, do you know why?"

"No one noticed?" Ruoye asked puzzled, "There is so much spiritual power here, how could you not notice it with your master's cultivation?"

Although she came here chasing the tits, she noticed that there was spiritual power flowing out of this tower early in the morning, but there are many cultivators in remote places, and some are even hidden in human towns, so she didn't think it was strange at first. , after approaching, he found that there seemed to be someone fighting in the tower, so he came over to see what happened.

Zhong Mingzhu said that they did not discover the spiritual power of Liuhe Pagoda, which really surprised her.

"Of course I can detect it now, because the tower door has been opened." Zhong Mingzhu pointed to the two wide-open doors, "Before this, the spiritual power in the tower did not leak out."

"How is this possible, such a strong spiritual power..." Ruoye looked around suspiciously, but soon, something flashed in her mind, and she immediately cried out, "Could it be that?"

She thought of the iron box where Liuhe Qingfeng was placed.

"That's it." Zhong Mingzhu snorted softly, "I didn't expect those Huozheng people to come here."

This blue-black tower is actually made of chopped iron.

"The cutting iron of the Huozheng clan, and the Liuhe mirror of the mermaids are specially arranged in the realm of mortals." Zhong Mingzhu said softly, "It's really a good chess game."

There was a slight smile on that delicate and gentle face, her voice was as unadulterated as cotton, without any sharpness, and everything was extremely soft from head to toe, but Ruoye felt a chill inexplicably.

——It’s just a foundation cultivator, why can it feel so oppressive?

Ruoye frowned unconsciously, looking at Zhong Mingzhu with a little more searching gaze, but this time Zhong Mingzhu had returned to his usual indifference.

His cultivation base is not deep, but he is always calm and composed, with a bit of arrogance hidden in his demeanor, no different from when we first met.

The chill at that moment was more like her own illusion.

She shook her head, tried her best to ignore the strange feeling in her heart, and asked, "Then what are your plans next?"

"Steel is harder than red gold, and an enchantment should be added to this tower to make it stronger." Zhong Mingzhu still did not respond, and stroked his fingers lightly on the wall a few times, "Before, there was a Even the powerful sword repairer can't break through the wall, so he can only come in through the main entrance."

"A powerful swordsman? No wonder I felt that someone was fighting here. Where did he go?" Ruoye glanced at the unscathed Zhong Mingzhu, then hesitated, "Could it be that you beat him away? I don't believe it... "

Zhong Mingzhu snorted coldly: "You should be glad you came a step late."

"Don't be a fool and tell me clearly!" Ruoye, who had been hung up by her all this time, was about to lose control of her anger, "I'm glad you're late!"

"I set up a teleportation array at the door. If you arrived first, you probably don't know where you were teleported now."

Zhong Mingzhu sighed meaningfully as he spoke, looking a little regretful, but said mercilessly, "I really hope he goes to the top of Kunwu Mountain, I heard that Lu Lin issued a ban there , Anyone who trespasses will be killed."

"You're too vicious." Ruoye complained in a low voice, and when he remembered the business later, he urged with a sullen face, "By the way, stop talking nonsense, how are you going to rescue your master?"

She didn't notice that while speaking, Zhong Mingzhu walked around the corner of the wall, and tapped the wall with his hand hidden in his sleeve from time to time, leaving faint marks on the wall.

Ruoye can be said to be ignorant of spells, and the spiritual power in the tower is too abundant. Zhong Mingzhu's tiny bit of spiritual energy is mixed into it, like a feather falling into the sea, which can't even stir up any waves. Ruoye is not too much Pay attention, I didn't notice it.

Those auras climbed up the wall, mixed in the dazzling spirit pattern, inconspicuous.

When Ruoye asked, she just finished drawing the last stroke, turned her head, and faced Ruoye's anxious face, she herself was very calm, as if Ruoye was the one who wanted to rescue the master.

"How can I save my master?" Zhong Mingzhu even smiled, "It depends on you."

"What about me?" Ruoye felt that as long as he saw Zhong Mingzhu, he would always be in a daze, and no matter what the other party said, he would leave some leeway to confuse her, "Can you once Finish your sentence."

"I am willing." Zhong Mingzhu chuckled, and then walked out, pointing to the soles of his feet while walking, "You follow me, and when I rescue Master, I will help you find that tit."

"So what the hell is it?" Ruoye was angry, it could be seen that Zhong Mingzhu had no intention of paying attention to her, so he stomped his feet resentfully, and then held back his temper to catch up.

She only complained about Zhong Mingzhu, but didn't realize that the runes left by Zhong Mingzhu on the wall were constantly expanding. When she left, several new spirit patterns had been added to the wall.

The door was re-locked by Zhong Mingzhu, and in the dark tower, the luster of the spirit pattern became brighter.

The newly added spirit patterns are very shallow, submerged in the dazzling luster, like hazy shadows, you have to look carefully to find them, and the outlines of those shadows are very similar to the previous inscriptions, including Ruoye Unrecognized symbol.

The phantom is like an undercurrent in the ground, flowing slowly under the bright spirit pattern, and seeping into it silently.

Cold water soaked the top of his head and poured mercilessly into his mouth and nose.

"Hmm!" A short cry escaped from his throat, and Chang Li gasped for breath and opened his eyes.

There was a blur in front of her eyes, she staggered a step forward, swayed her body and tried to stabilize, but finally fell to the ground, her knuckles hit the ground heavily, and she realized that she had clenched her hands tightly at some point. His knuckles were faintly white.

It was icy cold on her forehead, and there were drops of water rolling down at the same time. She stretched out her hand and found that it was cold sweat. It was only later that she came back to her senses and realized that there was a trace of coolness on her back.

There was something buzzing in her ears all the time, she frowned and shook her head, her rapid and chaotic breathing didn't ease at all, the last image in her memory was the water used from everywhere, it was so turbid, it quickly covered everything dark color.

She remembered that she was drowning, and there were few people around the pool where she fell into. No one would come to rescue her, so she must be dead, right?

But why am I here?Is this the place where the soul returns?

No, it's not like that—she covered her eyes and moved her lips to say something, but she couldn't make any sound, and she didn't know what to say.

Bewildered, he broke into the dark eyes.

This is where?who I am?More and more questions were squeezed into her heart, and they were piled up higher and higher, as if they were about to explode in the next moment.

At this time, a touch of red flashed in front of his eyes.She moved her hand away slowly, a redness reflected in her eyes.

It was a red waist pendant, lying quietly on the pure white fabric, like plum blossoms in full bloom in the heavy snow, she held the waist pendant, and felt a warmth flowing into her palm.

It was because her hands were too cold, she held the waist pendant.

In my mind, some fragments shrouded in mist put together a vague picture.

"Long, away—"

What sound pierced through the mist and reached the depths of the spiritual sea, and vaguely, she seemed to see a pair of smiling eyes.

"If I want to call you Changli... engrave the master's precepts ten times and sweep the floor for three years, it's actually not a loss."

There was obviously no one around, but the smiling voice seemed to come from within close proximity, caressing my ears like a spring breeze.

Chang Li murmured his own name, and the confusion in his eyes gradually receded.She raised her eyes and looked around the dark surroundings, as if waking up from a big dream, the panic not long ago was replaced by calmness.

The drowning just now was just a hallucination, like so many times before.She was trapped in this illusion, experiencing different lives time after time.

She can't remember how long it has passed. At first she was just a bystander, dissociated outside the painting, but she didn't know when it started, she was drawn into the painting bit by bit, playing the role in it herself.

All kinds of people and things, including joy and suffering, she never knew that there would be so many troubles in the world.Whether it is the enjoyment of comfort and ease, or the torment of pain; whether it is the joy of being a teenager, or the sorrow of the death of a loved one, it seems as if it really happened.

Even near-death experiences are real.

At first, she was able to withdraw from those hallucinations immediately, but as the number of times increased, the time it took to wake up became longer and longer.

This time, if she hadn't seen this waist pendant, she might not be able to remember her name.

The chaotic thoughts piled up layer by layer like fallen leaves in the bottom of my heart, and it won't take long for the land to be completely covered.

Why is this happening?

What the hell are people trying to get themselves stuck in here for?

She has no time to think about these things, all she can do is try to maintain her sanity.

The vision became blurred, the mist rose, and the coolness below him floated up, attacking the whole body in an instant.Knowing that this indicated that the next illusion was about to strike, she unconsciously clenched the waist pendant more and more.

--I can not.

Without even thinking about it, she bit the tip of her tongue hard, and the blood dripped out immediately.

Then she lightly chanted a mantra, and the blood instantly turned into a sharp knife and pierced into the veins.For a moment, thousands of steel needles seemed to be moving in the veins, and every inch of movement could cause bone-piercing pain.

It was a torture that the most brutal executioner could not imagine, but she inflicted it on herself.

She had tried several methods before, neither the heart-cleaning mantra nor other exercises could resist the illusion. Using pain to clear her mind was her experience in a certain illusion. If the spiritual sea is disturbed and the spiritual consciousness is occupied by other feelings, it may be possible to get rid of the hallucination.

She tried it, but she didn't expect it to work. After a long time, what she saw was still a dark room, and she didn't forget who she was, nor did she forget her situation.

In this way, no matter what conspiracy the other party has, they will not succeed, she said so heartily.

This method would do her a lot of harm, and it was very likely to leave an unhealed wound in Linghai, but she didn't care about it, she was determined to stay awake, and everything else could be put aside.

Just a little longer—she didn't know how long she could take it, or what was going on outside, but she didn't want to forget.

I don't want to forget myself, the girl who always accompanied me, and the things I have experienced.

Whether it was living alone in the mountains when she was young, or repelling Qianmian Yan the day she broke through the barrier, or the crises and conspiracies she encountered repeatedly after going down the mountain, she had seen and heard with her own eyes.

"Wind, rain, flowers, moon, etc., these all exist in the world, not distracting thoughts. How can such beautiful flowers be called distracting thoughts. You have been watching for so long, isn't it because you like it? ?”

The words of Zhong Mingzhu that day suddenly appeared in her nearly blank mind, which was tortured by the pain. She bent down, pressed the hand holding the waist pendant to her heart, and murmured: "Yes..."

Those are excellent.

She didn't want those pictures to be covered by these illusory phantoms.

The price to pay is——

From the soles of her feet to her fingertips, everything seemed to be torn apart. It didn't take long before she couldn't even sit up, curled up on the ground weakly, her whole body couldn't stop shaking, and her hands were still tightly held.

She didn't pinch the waist pendant directly, but buckled the waist pendant in the palm of her hand, and put her fingers against the palm, so that even if she pinched the blood on the palm of her hand with force, the waist pendant would not be crushed.

"Hurry up...I don't know how long I can last..." She closed her eyes, showing a weak look on her face for the first time.

In fact, she didn't know where Zhong Mingzhu was.

The sword cultivator who was fighting her was so powerful, and she was helpless in the maze that trapped her. If she thought about it calmly, the best result for Zhong Mingzhu would be to run away, how could she hit a stone with an egg.

But with her support, she no longer had the energy to think carefully, and what she blurted out were the most original words in her heart.

"You will come..."