Chapter 503 The World of Mirrors

With the disappearance of thefu saint, Su Ming returned to the valley of the Ming clan with complexity and took the three beads transformed by the three generations of barbarian gods.

The rainy season is not over, and the rain between heaven and earth is like a bead curtain, so that most of the people living in the valley are at the entrance of the cave, looking outside and mediting silently.

Facing the rain, Su Ming returned to his cave in the valley. After sitting cross-legged there, he closed his eyes, and a scene of the bat saint came to his mind.

For a long time, Su Ming lowered his head and opened his right hand. In the palm of his hand, the three beads emitted faint light and absorbed the light around him.

"These three beads should be the soul body of the three generations of barbarian gods, and it is also the thing that I want to put in the Dayu Dynasty, but... Dayu Dynasty, is it still there?" Su Ming clenched his palm in silence. After taking away the three beads, he thought of the stone tablet that is no handwriting now.

"One generation, three generations... What a decisive mountain cultivation!" Su Ming muttered that he could vaguely feel the state of mind of a generation of barbarian gods when he left.

"In this way, it is impossible for the four generations of barbarian gods to appear again. Without the inheritance of barbarian gods, the road to the future depends on how the barbarians go..." Su Ming looked down at the hair on his fingers, and his eyes suddenly flashed.

"The barbarian god Lieshan Xiu, do you really ignore the barbarians at all and cut off each other's blood... If so, how to explain this hair..."

"Moreover, with the strength of Mount Lie, how could he not have expected the crisis of the barbarians after his departure? In this way, in addition to leaving a legacy, even if this legacy has been left for three generations, I don't believe that he has left anything else!

He must have a lot of confidence before leaving calmly... In addition, the old man of the skeleton of the Yinling clan once said that I was the fourth person to break through the Eight Hall and stood in front of him. The first thought was the first generation of barbarian gods. The third one before me may be the three barbarian gods, so who is the second one?

Su Ming frowned and meditated.

"In the words left by the third generation of barbarian gods, there is no mention that the second generation of barbarian gods have also come to the nine underworlds. In this way, this second person. Who will it be... It may be a second-generation barbarian god, or it may be... No!"

Su Ming pondered for a moment, and he didn't have much clue about this matter. It is difficult to analyze the facts, so I suppressed this doubt and stopped thinking about it for the time being.

"Since the awakening of the boundary spirit mentioned by the Yinling clan, his words are as fast as half a month and as slow as a month. Now a few days have passed, and there is not much time left..." Su Ming crossed his knees. His consciousness dispersed, and when it enveloped the valley, he found the Nangong mark that was meditating and told him that he wanted to leave.

Nangong Hen suddenly opened his eyes in meditation, and his breathing was short in an instant. Without any hesitation, he immediately walked out of the cave and went straight to Su Ming.

A moment later, in Su Ming's cave, Nangong Hen stood aside respectfully.

"Observe the sky at any time, and the earth-shaking changes will be in the near future, and the time will come. I will choose to leave here, but there may be great danger in this trip, or I may not go back.

You tell all the people of the life clan about this matter, whether to go or stay, and give me a [answer] case. Su Ming looked at Nangonghen and opened his mouth slowly.

Nangong Hen was silent for a long time, nodded, turned around and left.

After Nangonghen left, Su Ming pondered for a moment. He also stood up and walked out of the cave. The rain was splashing outside, and the bean-sized raindrops fell on the mountain. It made a slight crackling sound, but it was very dense, connected into a sound wave, which made it difficult to hear how much rain fell in the crackling sound at that moment.

In this rain, Su Ming walked in the valley, along the gorge road, to the depths of the valley, where the animal bone altar of the Jiuyin world is located, and it is also the place where the witch psychic was born.

Before leaving, Su Ming wanted to feel the strangeness of this place at the altar of animal bones before leaving.

As Su Ming stepped into the periphery of the altar step by step, the first thing he saw was the tomb bag all over the ground in the rain, and the stone plaques on the grave bag engraved with the names of all the dead people in the past 15 years.

Walking through this grave bag, Su Ming saw Tiemu's grave. He stood there in silence for a long time and continued to walk.

Not long after, in Su Ming's way, he heard a slight call in his ear. The call was not one, but in groups, giving people a sense of boundless feeling. The rain around him was even more hazy, and even a trace of fog penetrated from the earth, floating in the air and filled his eyes.

Su Ming paused. In front of him, there was a huge altar. The altar was towering, so the ground was blurred. He could not see the top, and he could only see a ladder spreading down.

The ladder was dark red, revealing blood, as if the blood of many years had been precipitated here. In the dryness, it was integrated with the altar, so that the rain fell on it and turned red, but it could not be completely cleaned.

Su Ming looked at the altar and the stairs in front of him. After thinking for a moment, he stepped up. At the moment he stepped into the first step of the ladder, a low roar suddenly echoed in his ear.

"Roo!" It's just a sound, but there is a kind of earth-shaking, like thunder in the rain, and even more around, from the grave bags, from the ground, wislits of blurred soul shadows emerge in an instant. This sound is the roar of them at the same time!

"The place where the psychic was born..." Su Ming's eyes flashed and walked up the second step, step by step until he finally stood at the top of the altar, where he saw the ground at the top of the altar, with a thick skeleton, which was nailed to the altar. The skeleton had no flesh and blood, only bones, as if Open your mouth and shout to the sky again.

Su Ming's eyes shrank, and the appearance of the skeleton nailed to the ground reminded him of the old man in yellow robe transformed by the skeleton in the ninth hall of the peak of the Yinling clan!

Su Ming looked at the skeleton carefully, and his eyes fell in the distance. Under this look, his whole body suddenly shook, and his eyes flashed.

This is the first time he has stood on this altar. This is the first time he has looked at the distance here. In his eyes, an altar like his own feet is boundless, lined up into a long line and spread to a very distant place.

He can't count how many bones there are on each altar. If it were just like this, Su Ming would not have been so shocked. His eyes saw that there was a person standing on these countless altars, except for the bones!

A man in white with fluttering hair and looking into the distance!

That's Su Ming!

For a long time, Su Ming withdrew his eyes and looked at the way he came. Everything there was as usual. He could see the grave bag under the ladder, as well as the gorge road behind the grave bag and the valley.

When Su Ming turned around and looked at the distance in front of the altar again, the strange scene just appeared again. Su Ming looked at countless altars and countless bones, as well as countless himself. He frowned. For this change, he thought it was caused by illusion.

His body shook and turned into a long rainbow and went straight to his eyes. The nearest altar to him, but almost at the moment he moved his body, his figure on the countless altars in front of him moved together, farther away, the same way, even the endless spread of the altar, in an instant increase of nothing. Count the altars.

Standing on the second altar, Su Ming frowned more tightly. Although he guessed that this was caused by the illusion, he could not explain why it came from. For example, the road ahead was endless and it was difficult to get to the deepest part.

"The array..." Su Ming retreated and turned into a long rainbow and returned to the first altar until he retreated to the ladder. All the smoke dissipated, the rain around him was still the same, and the illusions that Su Ming thought disappeared.

"There are still ten days..." When Su Ming frowned and thought, suddenly, a voice of vicissitudes came around him. The voice was very weak, and there was no sign before it appeared.

Su Ming turned around and behind him. At this moment, a figure appeared at this moment. The figure was the old man in the yellow robe of the Yinling clan, but his body was illusory, transparent, and looked very unreal.

"Ten days later, the world spirit wakes up. You can leave with your clan. After the magic weapon is turned on, I will also let it send me home according to the trajectory of that year..." The old man smiled and looked at Su Ming.

"Where is the altar here?" Su Ming suddenly opened his mouth.

"This is a transmission array in the magic weapon, which is unique to my yin and true world. In our place, we call it a... mirror." The old man looked at the formation and said slowly.

"Don't you think it's like the world in the mirror when people look in the mirror, countless themselves, countless touches, if you move, it will also move, if you don't move, it will be still." The old man's voice spread all around, erratic.

"Since it is a transmission array, where is the place where it is transmitted?" Su Ming frowned.

"The world of mirrors! There are positive and negatives in the cosmic sky. This array is the boundary. Unfortunately, it is not complete. With the power of my yin holy true world, I can only do this, and it cannot be completely perfected.

Do you want to take a look at the world of the mirror? The old man looked at Su Ming and spoke softly.

"How to do it?" Su Ming's eyes flashed.

"As long as you can go beyond the changes caused by your movements and stick to it, when all your mirror shadows are difficult to imitate, you can see the world of mirrors.

This is a hidden law that exists between heaven and earth. Our yin holy world calls it the law of human escape... In my yin holy world, many strong people believe that if this law is studied thoroughly, it will be a road to the road. The old man opened his mouth with emotion and glanced at Su Ming. His body gradually became illusory, and finally the transparency disappeared.

"There is no danger in this array, but you can't retreat. If you take a step back, you need to start all over again. I have started the array for you. As the first person to have had the opportunity to walk in this array for countless thousands of years, this is the gift of my friendship."