The moment Jingli stepped on the high platform, she saw the scene in front of her clearly, and immediately confirmed that what she had just seen and what she saw now was indeed an illusion.

On the high platform, it was bustling with people in black cloaks, who were staring intently at the thick black wooden stick opposite, clasping their hands together, and muttering some kind of incantation in a low voice.

On the black thick wooden stick, a person in green clothes was tied, and it was the young man who had just jumped out of the grass hut and said that he wanted to take her hostage. His eyes were fixed on the men in the black cloaks, and although their bodies were tightly bound and their hair was a little messy, they were not embarrassed.

On the contrary, compared to the radical and indignant teenager in his eyes just now, the current young man looks very calm, and there is only determination and determination in his eyes.

The sound of Jingli's footsteps disturbed those who were concentrated, and they all stopped their movements and turned their heads to look at her.

"Huh? Little girl, why are you again? It was a strange middle-aged man who said this, but next to the middle-aged man, there was a person she was familiar with, the strong man who had stepped on her back just now. When the strong man saw Jingli's gaze sweeping, he immediately straightened his waist, with a sense of showing off his might.

Again? Was this middle-aged man also the one who was in the dome at that time?

"yes, I'm lost. What's going on here? Although she already knew that it was an illusion, Jingli still answered the illusion's question obediently.

She was a little confused about the current situation, and it stands to reason that the illusion existed for a purpose, such as the illusion that might attack her. Visions, for example, will try to control her mind. But so far, except for the person who seemed to be the master she saw at the beginning, she felt more like a bystander, as if the illusion was intended to make her see something happening.

"Little girl, let's go, your Feng family will take your sunny avenue, we have our way of survival, and our people will not be angry with your junior." The middle-aged man closed his eyes, and when he said these words, he seemed to be extremely tired. "But this altar is an important place for our people. You can't stay here for too long. ”

He raised his hand, and a light came out of his hand, towards the pure glass. Jingli subconsciously dodged, and suddenly heard a huge roar from the sky. She looked back. Countless huge fireballs fell from the sky. began to fall on the village where she had stayed a moment earlier......

"Quick! Help! The middle-aged man turned pale. Roaring loudly, no longer caring about anything else.

Some of the men in black cloaks jumped off the altar, some flew in the direction of the fireball. There were also people flying out of the village to meet the fireballs.

"Why did you come so early?" In the blink of an eye, the altar was empty, and the young man tied to the pillar muttered to himself.

"Did you already know?" Jingli looked at the young man curiously, although she didn't know this person, she could feel that he in the dome grass hut seemed to be completely different from him now. Therefore, although she knew that this was an illusion, she couldn't help but ask out loud.

The young man seemed to realize the existence of Jingli, he glanced at Jingli, and said with a smile: "I forgot, your family's ears are ......" At the end, he sighed lowly.

"Go away, this place is going to disappear." The young man's resolute eyes finally brought a touch of sadness.

"Do you want me to let you go?" Well, it's an illusion, but I don't know why, this sentence came out of my mouth naturally.

"It's okay, they don't care about me now." The young man thought for a moment and nodded.

Jingli stepped forward and untied the rope that bound him.

"Thank you." The young man thanked Jingli like a sigh in his ear, and then disappeared.

Jingli looked at the empty altar and turned her head to look behind her, where fireballs were still falling. A primordial monk met a fireball alone, but it quickly turned into ashes and disappeared into the air.

Heavenly fire, the fire of the sky......

Suddenly, a small fireball came out of nowhere, and flew straight towards the pure glass on the altar, she raised her hand and waved it lightly, and the blue flame slammed into it, and the fireball instantly turned into a cloud of white gas.

Burning Flames and Arctic Ice Flames.

Soon, the monks who had gone to meet the flames of the burning sky all fell, and no one from the village flew out again. She looked coldly at the crowd of people running back and forth in the village and crying, watching the village gradually turn into ruins, watching the ruins gradually accumulate dust and dust, watching the weeds and vines crawling around, and she could no longer see the appearance of the village.

Suddenly, the green plants began to turn yellow and wither, and eventually dried up to ashes, and slowly, the old little village became the same relic that they had seen when they first entered the place, a relic that had been silent for many years.

Jingli turned around, and the originally bright white jade altar had become dull due to the precipitation of time, and the long black pole was cut off from the middle and fell crookedly on the altar.

Is this illusion actually the past of this ruin? Is it the memory of this relic?

So, what the hell is that person who looks the same as Shi Niang? Jingli pondered for a while, and it was a black line again. Why did she always find it strange? Did the woman who looked like her sister have anything to do with what she saw later?

Jingli walked slowly down the steps of the altar, probably because the time was too long, and the steps at this time were different from the smoothness when she first ascended, there were obvious signs of weathering, and the steps had become dilapidated. She thought that only by continuing to move forward and seeing more things might she be able to judge her current situation.

Just as Jingli was pondering, her feet suddenly fell into the air, and her face slammed to the ground with a bang.

"Su Daoyou, Su Daoyou?"

Hey? How is Zhu Zifan's voice.

"It seems like I'm about to wake up, do you want to give it a slap?"

Liu Ye, who do you say you want to slap? It can't be me, right? Jingli covered her face in a daze and looked in the direction where the voice came from, and Zhu Zifan was looking at her with a worried expression.

"Su Jingli, if you're not sober anymore, I'm really going to do it." Liu Ye stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Jingli.

Jingli blinked, and found that she was not lying on the ground with her face on the ground, but standing.

"Am I sober?" Have you come out of the illusion?

"You're not sober, only you know." The corners of Liu Ye's mouth twitched, and he regretfully withdrew his hand. I knew that I would have started to fight directly, and when the time came, I only said that it was to help her sober up sooner, but she was too kind-hearted and didn't be ruthless.

"Let's go, we've been here for too long." Li Mosheng saw that Jingli had finally come to his senses, and turned around and walked forward. (To be continued.) )