Mo Sanci was confused.

She looked at the stopped images around her, and couldn't find anything related to Feng Yi.

It's like a bunch of colors sprayed indiscriminately, and many pieces have been picked off, and it's messy.

Maybe that's the difference.

Mo San smiled at the moment, but was forced back by Feng Yi's gaze.

Feng Yi retracted his gaze and said, "There is a painting here, although it is broken, but the poem is still there." ”

"I know it's a painting, but I don't think the poem fits the surroundings around here. ”

Mo Sanci walked to Feng Yi's side, looked at the things in front of Feng Yi, and found a few words in the fragments, a few words, which were indeed read by Feng Yi just now.

She didn't quite understand: what was going on with this bout?

"It's a matter of interconnectedness. ”

Mo Sanci was stunned for a moment: the meaning of the word is to take out one's own excess things to the other party, and exchange them with them to get what they are missing.

But she still didn't understand, how could there be different pictures around her, and they were still messy and incomplete?

"It's an afterimage. Feng Yi said, "Words and pictures can record things. ”

"......" Mo Sanci whispered slightly, "Can't you pretend that you can't hear what I'm thinking?"

Feng Yi said: "No." ”

"......" Mo Sanci gave up his speech.

She looked around, still mutilations and clutter floating around, a hot and humid smell.

In fact, this description is not accurate, that is, it is sticky and moist, and the surrounding temperature is still a little high.

Mo San said: "Do you feel that the space around us is merged?"

Feng Yi said: "The three array eyes overlapped together. ”

Mo Sanci said "oh": "Can we lift it together?"

"No, you can't. ”

After sealing it, he took out a bronze mirror.

Mo Sanci stood quietly and looked at the mirror, and asked after the mirror turned into countless pieces of light and flew out, "Why do you have so much fun?"

Feng Yi said: "Do you like it?"

Mo Sanci turned his head and muttered, "Knowingly ask." ”

"If you like it, I'll give it to you. ”

"I don't want to. Mo Sanci was very tough, and he admired himself when he could, "It's not just a mirror." But she regretted it a little, she still wanted it very much.

The mirror she's always wanted.

Mo Sanci and Feng Yi looked at each other a little and lost.

She looked away: "If you have anything you want, we can change it." ”

Feng Yi said: "Okay." ”

Mo Sanci lowered his eyes and smiled, and immediately rubbed his face. Don't laugh!

As they spoke, countless pieces of color were changing.

The points of light of the Mirror scattered into all the debris.

Soon, everything was the same.

All the same: all the same.

The mirror can transform all different images into the same images.

Mo Sanci looked at the white points of light and felt dazzling.

The mirror returned to Feng Yi's hand, and Feng Yi handed the mirror to Mo Sanci.

Mo Sanci took it silently, with a special joy in his heart, warm and warm.

The white points of light in front of me were still, as if they were frozen.

Feng Yi raised his hand and pushed slowly, and the white points of light slowly cut diagonally to open a dark path.

Mo Sanci followed Feng Yi on the dark road, and the white light around him seemed to be separated by two straight up and down barriers, but it was within reach in front of him.

She remembered the poem that sealed her mind.

Do those paintings have such poems and sentences?

At the end of the road is an open place.

The color was dim, gloomy and cold, and the wind swirled around the ground, cold.

A house is in the distance.

Surrounded by a fence and surrounded by the withered stems of many vines, the house looked old and old, as if a gust of wind could blow it away, but it stood tall again.

Mo Sanci looked behind him, and the dark passage was gone.

In the distance, the mountains are stacked on top of each other, and the wilderness is lonely.

They continued on, to the door of the fence yard.

When the seal pushed the door, the courtyard suddenly turned into fine sand, and it flew away.

The white light around them appeared, and they seemed to be back to where they were.

Feng Yi still raised his hand and pushed slowly, and a pitch-black road stretched out.

Everything was the same, and when they repeated it for the third time, they seemed to be back where they were.

But in fact it is not.

The power of the mirror lies in turning everything into one, simplifying the complex, and simplifying it to the extreme.

Feng Yi can easily break the rules and restrictions here, and only wander three times in such a few simple steps.

Before she knew what was going on, it was all over.

Probably, Chi Lin didn't expect that it would be difficult to unravel the eyes set up by living beings, because it required unlocking the "shackles" in the hearts of living beings.

And the three selected by Chi Lin, the "shackles" in their hearts will obviously not be easily untied, just like Yuesu, or the big shape Taoist, or the gray ...... The attachments in their hearts can be easily and truly resolved by outsiders who know nothing and have never experienced what they have experienced.

She remembered the dream that had been Hee-yeon, maybe it was related to the things in the dream, but she shouldn't have had a chance to know.

There is a lot of disturbance in the world, and many things, many living beings, are like this.

Everyone lives differently.

It's really hard to be born free.

Mo Sanci looked at Feng Yi.

The village chief of the Divine Tree has done a lot of things with her, and she has heard a lot, so she naturally knows that the strength of Fengyi is immeasurable, not to mention that she now knows that Fengyi comes from a boundless place.

The Boundless Land is full of unpredictable creatures in the Hongmeng world.

Any legend of the Borderless Land carries with it an insurmountable chasm.

An idea suddenly rose in Mo Sanci's heart, and she asked Feng Yi: "Did I know before?"

Feng Yi naturally heard Mo Sanci's thoughts: "I know." ”

"Then my guess is right, isn't it?"

"Yes. ”

There was a little silence, only the sound of the flute was heard, and the sound of the flute sounded for a long time, and the time stopped for a long time.

Everything around was stopped, and in the sword-forging array, a figure appeared in the void.

The figure was mushy, but the voice was clear.

"Divine Venerable, I will be waiting for you at the bell tower. ”

As soon as the voice sounded, the figure disappeared, and it was the image that remained in the array.

The voice was different from the last time the golden eyes had spoken.

Maybe it's Muling.

Soon, the surrounding mountains returned to verdant mountains in a moment.

When Mo Sanci and Feng Yi returned to the mountain, Wu Luozheng sat on the ground in a daze, and after seeing Feng Yi and Mo Sanci, he was stunned for a moment and jumped up.

Wu Luo subconsciously wanted to "retreat temporarily", but when he thought about what he heard, he couldn't help but stop his pace.

After he was concise, he said, "I know." ”

Wuluo: "......" He is definitely worried.

After an awkward silence, Wuluo turned back into a crow and flew away quickly.

The great god is on vacation