readx;? After speaking, Zhang Tang opened the roster of new ghosts with the name of Jianchou hidden in his sleeve, and pressed his slender fingers on the crooked word "Jianchou"——

Brush!

Suddenly, a stream of ink qi rose from these two words, condensed into the shape of a small sword, and shot towards the mirror at a rapid speed!

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That small sword-like ink qi immediately turned into a burst of black and miserable smoke, winding up on the red jade, and re-condensing into the word "see sorrow"!

This scene is quite magical.

Seeing that he looked sideways at the list that Zhang Tang was holding in his hand, he clearly saw that the place where his name was originally located was already empty, and there was no ink in sight.

Zhang Tang's hand just now actually sent this ink to my mirror?

Seeing sorrow obviously didn't understand what was going on.

The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost have come up excitedly to help Jianchou explain.

"This is 'sending the name', the homonym 'sending life', that is, the name of the new ghost is notified to the mirror, and the mirror accepts the name, and then checks the identity of the soul that enters. In a sense, it is true that all that is sent in is human life, so it is also good to say 'send life'. ”

Send your name, send your life.

That's a kind of funny statement.

Seeing that she was a little unexpected, she had the heart to ask Zhang Tang how they would get in next, but when she thought about Zhang Tang's various methods in the Great Xia, she immediately dispelled this idea.

Although she is in the Polar Domain, a completely unfamiliar environment, she now has big-headed ghosts, small-headed ghosts, and Zhang Tang.

The original feeling of unstability has been reduced a lot.

The top priority is just to avoid Cui Jue's investigation.

After sending the name, Zhang Tang stopped moving, only saw sorrow.

Seeing that he was steady, he stabilized his already calm mind and walked onto the bridge.

The long bridge is made of wood, but it is wrapped in a strange texture of iron at the junction, revealing a kind of coldness.

Beneath his feet was the tumbling magma, and although the long bridge was long, under the invasion of the heat wave, he almost suspected that his hair would be scorched, as if he was not careful, he would fall into the lava of the moat.

has struggled in several lives and deaths, and the strength of his heart is far beyond ordinary people.

Her face did not change color, her heart did not beat, her hands were empty, as if she was walking, and she maintained a steady frequency of progress.

One step, two steps......

Looking at me in the mirror like a red jade, except for my own name, everything else was empty, and I couldn't see anything clearly for the time being.

To look in my mirror is to see the "true soul of my self".

That is, to a certain extent, it is a metaphor for something, and it also portends something.

Seeing that Chou had learned of the existence of the mirror that looked at me, she couldn't help but wonder as she moved forward: what could she see in the mirror?

Zhang Tang and the two little ghosts did not take a step forward, but just stood on the side of the bridge and watched.

The big-headed ghost looked at the front curiously and said in a low voice, "Yes...... What could it be?"

"Who knows?"

Although it is not the same to see the soul, it should be okay to see sorrow, but no one knows what it can illuminate.

The small-headed ghost secretly rolled his eyes, but quietly looked at Zhang Tang with his eyes.

Zhang Tangke also walked across the suspension bridge where the mirror was located, and he also passed by the mirror of me.

But I don't know, what did Zhang Tang see at the beginning?

Zhang Tang noticed the gaze of the small-headed ghost, but he didn't turn his head to look at it.

His gaze did not leave the sorrow for half a minute.

At this moment, she is only two feet away from looking at me in the mirror.

One step at a time, one step at a time......

As he approached the mirror, he approached the mirror.

In the process of approaching, she couldn't help but think of the scene of everything she was above the left three thousand small meetings, in the gate of right and wrong......

Anticipation is mixed with fear.

I don't know what I'm going to see.

One last step.

The distance is only one foot away.

The moment she stepped into this distance, the whole mirror projected a stunning golden light!

The ink-black word "sorrow", in this piece of golden light, seems to have been plated with a layer of gold, and like sunspots, which makes it difficult for people to see.

It's just that......

The conjectural burning sensation did not appear.

Rather, it's a feeling of being covered in a stream of water.

All the golden light turned into flowing water, enveloping her and washing down as if to separate her body from her soul.

At that moment, I had the illusion that I was on the river.

Her body floated on the river like a small boat, and her soul broke away from the shell and rose faintly, standing in that shelled boat.

Almost detached!

Standing in front of the huge round mirror in the golden light, her eyes became empty, but her consciousness, or the soul that seemed to float outside her body, could clearly see that the ink had changed.

The clear word "sorrow" seemed to be dispersed by the golden light, and it was unfolded, as if it had turned into a boundless night sky.

It's just that there isn't any bright starlight.

I was confused for a while, and I didn't know what this meant.

But the moment this thought came to her, countless figures flew into the night sky.

In the midst of the shaking of the mountain, countless figures, individual like ants, together are like tides, surging to the sky!

Vaguely, she felt a kind of familiarity from these people, although she couldn't see the appearance clearly, there was only a vague shadow, but she seemed to be able to judge-

That's a monk.

They kept rushing, as if they were going to follow something.

But when I chased somewhere, I suddenly stopped.

Seeing sorrow was also stunned.

As they stopped, she saw it.

At the front of the crowd, a light flashed, as if something had passed, and at the same time, a figure appeared in place at the same time as the light disappeared.

A shallow figure with the most upright back.

Seeing that I couldn't see this person's face clearly, let alone distinguish between this person's men and women, I only saw that the moment this person stopped, the long sword was drawn suddenly!

The sword light that poured into the world was like a falling galaxy, completely blocking the countless surging crowds......

Like, draw your sword and lose the world!

As a result, the crowd suddenly became angry and crazy, and it seemed that they did not understand what the person who suddenly appeared did, and became boiling......

"What's going on......"

Seeing sorrow, I only felt that my mind was confused, and I wanted to continue to read and see more clearly, but suddenly a cold and scorching breath invaded!

The soul that floated on the shell boat seemed to have been hit on the head, and it suddenly fell back into the body of Jian Wu uncontrollably!

Rumble!

There was a roar in my mind, and I suddenly opened my eyes!

On the ruby mirror, the ink that spread out into the night sky seemed to have been washed away by something, and it was as if the strength had finally been exhausted, and it all collapsed, recondensed into a thin long line, hanging from the top and sliding downward......

It seems that there is no end, there is no end, and it will never stop, it is chaos.

This is a picture, and what it metaphorizes is that it is impossible to read.

Within moments of its appearance, it shattered like a wave crashing into a boulder.

The remnants of the ink, like mercury from the ground, seeped into the mirror and disappeared.

Seeing that his body shook for a while, his heart shook, and his head was in severe pain, he almost didn't stand firm and almost fell off the long bridge.

The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost exclaimed in fright: "Be careful, be careful!"

Seeing that I was worried, I came back to my senses, and when I raised my eyes, I looked in the mirror one foot away from me, swaying, and there were a lot of double images.

She knew that it wasn't in my mirror that was wrong, it was her eyes.

Trying his best to maintain his balance, he didn't move.

In the midst of the chaos of vision, the mirror slowly descended from a high place, converging the red light around me, and slowly immersed itself in the hot and churning magma, engulfing it, turning into hot magma, and merging into one in the blink of an eye.

"It's done!"

The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost immediately cheered.

Zhang Tang stood at the starting point of the long bridge outside the city of vain, and also nodded slightly, but he also looked at the sorrowful gaze, and there was a trace of incomprehension.

What did she see that could make her so distracted?

You know, when he first saw such a scene, he had never had such a shock.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Tang still took out a token from his sleeve.

Except for the new ghosts who want to enter, the rest of the ghost cultivators must have the token of the underworld if they want to enter and exit the city of the dead, so most of the ghosts in the city are ghosts who should have lived in the city, and there are a few people who have mixed in with all kinds of crooked ways.

Here, it's like a huge prison, and it's not very free to enter and exit, but it's very difficult for others to get in normally.

In terms of sorrow at this moment, this is indeed the best choice.

Zhang Tang held the token, stepped forward, and when he walked to the bridge, he raised his hand and made a volley in front of the bridge with the token.

Brush pull.

Faintly, there seemed to be an opening sound.

After hearing this, Zhang Tang accepted the token and stepped on the long bridge.

The small-headed ghost and the big-headed ghost saw it, and hurriedly followed closely behind Zhang Tang in three or two steps, for fear of being left behind, and also walked onto the bridge.

Seeing sorrow, he stood in the middle of the bridge, his eyes still falling on the hot magma, the direction in which the mirror disappeared.

The hot and blazing firelight reflected in her eyes, and there was an indescribable calmness and coldness.

When Zhang Tang walked over with the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost, she came back to her senses slightly and turned her head to look at them.

The little head ghost was very curious, looked up and down to see sorrow, and said excitedly: "We're now over, Dazun, what do you see in the mirror?"

“……”

What do you see?

It's hard to explain what you see clearly.

This feeling is as mysterious as when it was in front of the door of right and wrong.

Past?

Right now?

Future?

Metaphor, or foreshadowing?

What does the long, endless line that appears at the end represent?

What did the previous crowd of monks represent?

Where did they come from?

What does that departing light represent?

Who was the last person to draw the sword?

Vaguely, there was an indescribable feeling of panic when I saw sorrow, because ......

She felt that the last person to draw the sword was too familiar.

Too much like herself.

Confusion.

Seeing that he closed his eyes gloomily, he forcibly expelled all the images in his mind before he opened his eyes again.

Facing the small-headed ghosts, big-headed ghosts, and even Zhang Tang's inquiring eyes, he shook his head sadly: "I saw some uninteresting pictures." It's too late, so let's go first. ”

The feeling of detachment from the soul and the body is really amazing.

Her soul was mutilated, and although she condensed her soul bead with those ten points of aura, her soul itself did not change at all, but the fatal impact on her cultivation disappeared.

This is similar to the state of an out-of-body soul, and the damage to her soul seems to be too great, so that a headache will occur.

An elixir appeared directly in her palm, and when she saw that she swallowed it in one gulp, she walked towards the long bridge again.

This time she was a lot faster.

The gate of the city of vain death was only open for a moment, and in that state just now, I couldn't estimate the time at all, so I could only cross the long bridge at the shortest speed.

There is still a distance of ten zhang, but it is just a random dozens of steps.

After a while, he walked over, and the big-headed ghost, the small-headed ghost and Zhang Tang also came over smoothly, and Zhang Tang was the last one.

As soon as he left the long bridge with his front foot, the entire long bridge shook with his back foot.

But I saw that in the sky, in the gate of the city of vain, several thick black chains stretched out and tightened, and they actually dragged the long bridge laid down and retracted towards the city gate!

Whoa!

The sound of chains pulling, in the silent darkness, was amplified to the extreme, as if the entire city of vain death had shaken.

The skulls hanging from the castle tower trembled and trembled, as if one was about to fall off if one was not careful.

The lava of the moat was even more insane, rolling out fiery waves and washing upwards.

The little head ghost suddenly screamed in fright: "It's going to be closed, run!"

When the long bridge is retracted, they will be crushed into "soul pancakes" the next moment!

Without hesitation, the four of them set off almost at the same time, rushing directly towards the end of the city gate.

The long bridge that kept getting closer was like a vicious beast returning to its cage, rushing inward.

The city gate cave was pitch black, and when I saw sorrow, I rushed into it, as if I had run into the fog, and I couldn't see my fingers.

In my heart, there was a trace of the most primitive fear.

However, before he could savor the disadvantages or wonders of this fear, the oncoming cold wind tore the darkness apart in an instant!

In front of them was a street that was extremely wide, and a random section of it could be cut off to become a square for assembly.

The buildings on both sides of the street stand tall and have different shapes, some exquisite, some hideous, different styles, and even colorful!

One after another, the black stone pillars grew from the ground to the sky from the edge of the street with a terrifying closing sound behind them!

Like, one sharp barb after another!

In the midst of such a wide street, in the midst of an incredibly tall building, there is a strange sense of insignificance.

The whole city of vain death, rough and miserable, delicate and colorful, all kinds of different styles are mixed together, forming a huge impact.

Seeing the sorrowful footsteps, it was like being nailed to the ground, and it was difficult to move anymore.

Her gaze penetrated the silent darkness and wanted to reach the end of this city, but there was no end to this city.

Her gaze was met by nothingness.

The shock in my heart is indescribable.

It's even a terrifying sense of subversion.

This is the city of vain!