Thirteen layers of cold light, like the waning moon swaying on the branches in a winter night, fragments, reflected on the side of his knife.

When Jiang Li stepped into the Feather Fantasy Pavilion again, everything had changed.

The long hanging candle tears are still flowing quietly on the palace lamp on the floor, but the raging flames can no longer illuminate the eight dim wall mirrors.

From the ancient walls to the floor carved with lotus flowers, the old paintings that unfold in a row have completely lost their luster.

On the picture scroll, Pangu, who stood on the chaotic earth at the beginning of the opening, was exhausted, as if he could no longer support it, and was approaching the imminent sky; Nuwa, who raised her hand and waved her whip and danced in the air, suddenly lost her natural charm and girl's agility, as if she had become the marionette; The Shennong's family, who dragged the cane into the deep mountains to taste the herbs, had reached the end of his life and was dying......

The scene that has passed away will eventually pass away, and the pen that comes from the mind cannot be restored.

"Ah Li, you're finally here."

Listen carefully to the advice, like a dream.

At that time, he couldn't believe that that person was Brother Jiu.

"Of course I'm Brother Jiu, Brother Jiu won't lie to Ah Li, everyone thinks I'm dead, but the real me has been trapped in Li Sang's Futu Palace, and I have never left here for ten years."

Still, he believed.

"How the hell did he die?"

It wasn't until Gu Changyun broke the illusion that he suddenly understood that everything was just an illusion.

If there could be another attempt, he would rather believe that it was true.

"Hey, what's wrong with me today."

Jiang Li stroked his forehead, only to feel that this head was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he was groggy.

That's obviously an illusion, how can it be real.

With his feet still on the solid bricks, where did he come from the delusion of "if I can do it again".

Leaning against the wall, he began to sit down.

"Although I haven't been able to kill you with my own hands in this life, you are destined to die in the same way as your ninth brother! It's a pity that I can't see the fratricide between you and your mother! ”

"What kind of hatred do I have with you, even at this moment, you still don't have remorse!"

"You're wrong! It's not just you, it's everyone who chases the clouds! Your father's death is just the beginning, and you Cloud Chasers will die one after another! Finally die! ”

"How did my father die!"

"Father? Didn't my father die in an accident because of an operation? ”

"At that time, you were still young, and it was inconvenient to tell you many things, but now that you have grown up, there are some things that you should know. In short, you have to remember what Brother Jiu said, our father did not die in an accident. And, from now on, you have to be extra careful of the people of the gods and the people of God, and be careful of your loved ones! ”

Jiang Li shook his head, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he said with some frustration: "Hey, why did you think of Jiang Rongying?" ”

Xu is Yu Fantasy Pavilion's atmosphere was too heavy, and he got up and left through a dark passage.

When the fire fold in his hand lit up, he was already on the pontoon.

Wooden Disc was above the abyss of the Black Hole, in a large and complex chamber, and he and Lone Long Cloud were as small as ants.

The sound of the machine running in my ears came straight to my ears, and the horn of death sounded.

His face was hideous, and he refused to let go of his fingers below.

"Hold on! I have a way to get you up! ”

"Remember what he said!"

The last thing Gu Changyun said to him was this.

He will never forget it for the rest of his life.

Because, the moment the words fell, he couldn't catch Gu Changyun anymore.

"Is everything that happened in the Feather Fantasy Pavilion real?!"

The questions that concern me have not been answered.

"Lonely Long Cloud—"

Gu Changyun finally chose to fall.

However, why did Gu Changyun tell himself to remember what Brother Jiu said?

The frown was furrowed tightly, and while thinking, he casually patted the rope in front of him, as if he wanted to pat out his sorrows.

Suddenly, the pontoon shook violently!

Standing on the pontoon, he suddenly walked on thin ice.

"To die!"

He immediately lowered himself and moved to the center of the pontoon, stretched out his arms, and tried to stabilize the ropes at the left and right ends, trying to stabilize the pontoon.

Suddenly.

"Who?"

The monk who passed through the passage suddenly heard the movement coming from the organ room, and turned his steps to the secret passage leading to the organ room.

He propped up the lamp, and his inquiring gaze swept over the intricate organ room, and the pontoon shook inexplicably.

Confused, his body trembled violently, and for a moment, his throat and voice were shackled.

"If you don't want to die, don't make a noise! Whatever I ask you, you answer! ”

The monk was shocked and nodded.

"Feather Fantasy Pavilion, what is it for?"

"People who enter the Feather Fantasy Pavilion will have all kinds of memories, and even meet some people who have passed away, so as to dispel all kinds of thoughts of the world and achieve spiritual healing."

In this way, everything he saw in the Feather Fantasy Pavilion was fake!

His instincts told him that there must be something else.

"What else?"

"No ......"

The monk tried his best to reply, but unexpectedly, it provoked the murderer's murderous intention, and he immediately argued.

"And! And also...... Those who have learned the secret art of dreaming will be able to enter other people's dreams and read the relevant memories. With these memories, the dreamer can enter another person's dream, and through the dream, the dreamer will have illusions, so as to obtain the information he wants......"

Therefore, the Ninth Brother he saw in the Feather Fantasy Pavilion was fake, and it was all a dream created by Gu Changyun in order to explore the cause of the Ninth Brother's death, relying on the memories of the Ninth Brother before his death?

Brother Jiu once came to the Futu Palace, and had a relationship with Gu Changyun, not only that, but Brother Jiu also entered the Feather Fantasy Pavilion and was read by Gu Changyun's memory!

If it weren't for that, how could Gu Changyun be so well disguised in front of him? Brother Jiu has been with him for several years, and he is intimate! Whether it's true or not, he can tell at a glance!

Jiang Li finally understood that the ninth brother in the Feather Fantasy Pavilion was fake, but the words he said to him were true!

His father didn't die in an accident, but there was another truth!

Father, how the hell did he die?

Under the shackles, the monk could clearly feel that the whole body of the person behind him suddenly trembled, and his throat was gradually locked tighter and tighter by him, as if it were uncontrollable, teaching him to almost breathe. "Donor ......"

All the memories come from the Feather Fantasy Pavilion, so can you find the cause of your father's death through the Feather Fantasy Pavilion again?

"Tell me, how can I learn the art of dreaming?"

"What-"

Hearing this, the monk's heart was almost static for a moment, and the person behind him seemed to be crazy, pushing him to death.

"Palace, palace master! The water from the north comes from the south. ”

The water from the north comes from the south.

It's him again!

"Where is the north and the south now?"

"This!" The monk hesitated, but he suddenly understood the man's intentions. "Donor...... This is absolutely unacceptable! ”

"Why not?"

"That Feather Pavilion is a forbidden place...... Even if the benefactor really learns the art of dream-making, it will be in vain! The donor didn't know that a few days ago, a man in black suddenly broke into the pavilion, and the eight wall mirrors were strongly damaged, and the entire Feather Fantasy Pavilion was completely useless! In short, the Dream Maker is separated from the Feather Illusion Pavilion, and even if he has the art of dreaming, he will not be able to create dreams. ”

Listen to it, and the centrifugal will be lost.

It's too late.

With a "plop", the lamp in the monk's hand slipped out of his palm and fell to the ground, and the last ray of light was completely swallowed up by the darkness.

Walking on the corridor of Jiuchen Pavilion, looking at everything as far as his eyes could see, he tried to imagine that it was here that Brother Jiu met Gu Changyun at that time.

He suddenly understood that the reason why Brother Jiu entered the Feather Fantasy Pavilion must be to find out the cause of his father's death.

The ninth brother knew early on that his father had died unexpectedly, but he never told himself the truth until he died.

Why......

He propped his hands on the railing, his head sank in the air, and the moment he closed his eyes, he suddenly felt so tired......

"Will leave! Take your life! ”

As soon as he sounded, he quickly turned back, and at the end of the vast corridor, the figure of the shadow flashed!

Goodbye will make a shadow, and the heart is surging.

Will be away from gritting his teeth and chasing away!

The skill of the general shadow is very fast, and he does not give the general a chance to breathe, just like this, he goes up layer by layer, and leads it to the top of the Jiuchen Pavilion step by step.

At the top of the Jiuchen Pavilion, the eaves swirl. Inward, it looks like an endless abyss, and outward, it looks like a vast coastline.

It was another snowy night, and when he stood on this familiar battlefield again, his heart was more calm.

"Remember what I said to you! Emperor Mocang can only die in my hands! And you, too, will die at my hands! However, you must know that I killed you before the Qingguo Ceremony, not because I was afraid that it was you and not me who killed Emperor Mocang! You know, I've never been afraid of God's commands. Even if this assassination fails, the mission is not completed as scheduled, and it is not a shame to die! "The sound is like a flower bell, and it is extraordinarily crisp.

didn't have the heart to listen to the general's nonsense, and asked directly: "How did my father die?" Is this matter related to your Flower Destroying Order faction! ”

The long wind whistled by, sweeping his cold voice over, and it suddenly made her feel ridiculous.

"Do you want to know?" The shadow smiled sadly, and a strange light flashed in the changing pupils. She suppressed her voice and said coldly: "Go and ask your father directly!" ”

With that, the shadow sword broke through the air, approaching to leave.

His eyebrows turned, and the blade in the sheath was already in his hand.

Under a waning moon, two sharp rays of light collided like two rounds of fireballs, reflecting the frost and snow everywhere extremely white.

And in their eyes, the sharpness is undiminished.

The speed of the Shadow Shadow is extremely fast and deadly; And Jiang Li is mainly defense-oriented, and it is expected that with her desperate style of play, she will collapse in less than a moment.

Unexpectedly, after several battles, she was brave!

It's hard to imagine how much hatred she has for him in her heart!

Seeing that the time is approaching, if they follow this slow-paced play, they are estimated to be able to play until dawn.

He knew that it was not worth it at all to spend his strength on this kind of person, and besides, there were less than four hours before the celebration ceremony, and his strength had to be used on the blade!

He just wanted to know the real cause of his father's death!

The general is in high spirits, and unexpectedly, Jiang Li suddenly launched a counterattack against her.

The scimitar that went straight down in the air weighed as much as a thousand catties, and she immediately raised the shadow sword horizontally, struggling to block.

This weight is nothing to her, but what caught her off guard is that she is already in the sloping eaves, and with the continuous pressure of the future, her light body slides straight down the steep glazed tiles at an uncontrollable speed!

The glazed tiles were trampled and clucked, and they let out a cry of horror.

Her heart shrank, and she immediately reacted, she was tricked!

At this time, the more she resists, the more she will only help the abuse, and she will only be completely passive.

She hurriedly turned her head and realized that she was approaching the outermost edge of the eaves!

At this time, unexpectedly, the general who was above suddenly retracted the scimitar, and she was thus free from the shackles of his power and stabilized her center of gravity without danger.

"How the hell did my father die!" Jiang Li asked again.

Her gaze lifted behind him, and two black bands had been rubbed into the white snow on the steep glazed tiles, straighter than a long sword.

Suddenly, the band twisted into a curve in her eyes, becoming more and more blurry.

It was as if blood was spilling out of my heart, like a trickle.

"How the hell did my father die!"

He endured it to the limit, and was about to put the knife on her neck as a persecution, but unexpectedly, the tip of the shadow sword in her hand suddenly pointed down as a support.

The face of the shadow suddenly turned very pale, and the bloodshot in the eye sockets appeared from time to time.

With her martial arts, it won't be like this, right?

Jiang Li held the handle of the knife tightly and asked tentatively: "Jiang Rongying, it has reached this point, what tricks do you want to play!" ”

Before she could finish speaking, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of her mouth, and the snow fell head-on, dyeing it red.

"Hey! What's the matter with you? "Turning the shadow realised, something wasn't quite right.

Under the Jiuchen attic, the bell rang loudly, and another mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of her mouth, her center of gravity was lost, and her light body fell out.

"Will make a shadow—"