It turns out that yin is not invisible. However, this is a question that needs to be studied, whether the yin god can be seen directly with the naked eye or can only be discovered according to the map of the gods.

Luo Qing still wanted to see more clearly. At this time, his eyes began to feel astringent, and the tone he carried naturally dispersed. He felt more tired than ever, covered in his body. The image in the small courtyard seems to be covered with a thin layer of gauze and is blurred.

Encountering this situation, Luo suddenly realized that he was looking at the entire Cliff City from a higher perspective.

Yadan is located next to the central basin. Compared to the next upstream and downstream cities, Luo Qing did find some differences. As the basis for the Day House, the Upper City on the Hallowed Map is slightly lighter in color, like a slightly faded picture or veil. In the lower cities, as a gathering place for ordinary people, the central basin is extremely bright in color.

This difference is extremely subtle and hidden in the colorful light and shadow. If Luo Qing hadn't taken this into account, it would have been difficult to distinguish it. However, combined with past experience and current realities, he was able to make a guess: was the extent and clarity shown on the sacred map directly related to the power of the individuals around the target it reflected, but the clarity shown on the sacred map was the opposite. The weaker the target, the clearer. The stronger the target, the more vague it becomes.

If we follow this theory, then everything will be explained.

Of course, force itself is not accurate, because force is a relative concept and must have a reference. But if there is such a reference or standard, what could be more suitable than him, the owner of the bronze mirror?

This thing comes back to one of the most basic questions: how nervous is he now?

As soon as this thought came to him, his mind changed, and he jumped from Dancliffe, dozens of miles away, into this mountain forest, which was the center of God's map. There, the man sitting on the stump of a large tree in the middle of the mountain forest is the person in God's portrait.

For the first time, Luo Qing took a closer look at the "self-image" in God's picture. It feels amazing. He had thought that when he looked at this image, it must also be looking at another "image according to the image of God", and that "another image according to the divine image" would see "another image according to the divine image observed by another image according to the divine image"... And so on and so on until infinity.

But in fact, what he guessed did not happen, because while betting with his eyes, according to the images on the sacred map, he seemed to be spiritual, slowly raised his head, looked out of his eyes, and then just crossed his eyes.

At this time, in the middle of the picture of God, his own image moves.

The little figure inside looked straight and thoughtful. It's like standing on a pile of stuff again, relaxed and calm. However, however described, this is definitely not a reflection of his ontological state. At this moment, the image in the photograph seems to be alive and devoid of spirituality.

Luo Qing stared at the people in the photo and felt that there was an irresistible magic in it. Unconsciously, the poured heart becomes one with it, and it is not even possible to distinguish the world inside and outside God's map, which is right and that is wrong. At this moment, driven by an unknown force, his body was shaken, and the roots of the tree beneath him were shattered.

He naturally stood in place, it turned out that he had made the exact same formula as the image in the picture, and his qi and blood were churning, only to feel that the bone network muscles of his whole body suddenly turned into ropes, and all the essence and blood qi power gathered together, and suddenly rushed up.

When the top door was shaken, it looked as if a hole had been punched, and the vital energy and blood energy of the whole body penetrated the body.

At this moment, he shook his sleeve, and spontaneously flew out of his spiritual thing like a divine bronze mirror, and swept over his head in turn, and then, the speed stopped. When the bronze mirror stopped, the smooth mirror was facing down, covering his top door and blocking the upward force of qi and blood.

The bronze mirror vibrates with the sound of "buzzing", and the image of the god directly in front of it is also affected. The light suddenly turned into a cloud of fog, and then flew overhead where the bronze mirror was, suddenly melting inside. At this time, the silence in the mountains and forests was only Luo Qinghe and the bronze mirror shining on the divine mirror, and the reaction of these two was extremely wonderful.

The bronze mirror seemed unable to withstand the power contained in the essence and blood qi. It started shaking, and then it started spinning again.

Without the change of the mirror above his head, Luo Qing should not be able to see, but at this time, he has a real and incomparable connection with the mirror. The hanging bronze mirror seems to be in his hand, or has become a part of his body. He clearly felt that the mirror passed through a clever circuit similar to a meridian, and the qi and blood were transported through, and he immediately got a response.

Injections, Circulation, and Accumulation; These three clear links are so endless that the essence and blood that enter from the roof are gathered in the mirror, in the "small hole" in the center of the "ring", as solid as beads, without any leakage.

But under the bronze mirror, Luo Qing's situation was very bad. The rush of blood took away all his strength. An irresistible emptiness suddenly spread throughout him. He's not even in the same shape as a newborn. Maybe a gust of wind will kill him.

Then, the wind came, and Luo Qing's body floated, as if it had lost weight and would fly away with the wind.

This is clearly a hallucination, not his body. In fact, his body is still intact. What he wants to fly out of is his perception and consciousness, which is a purely spiritual thing. He has been groomed for more than a decade and will soon achieve something.

He has reached the level of echoes of air, a phenomenon of mutual echoes and attraction accumulated by his own essence and his spirit in the sacred bronze mirror.

If a person is not careful, as the attraction between the two grows, his soul may literally be thrown into the mirror of God along with his own essence. For Jing Yuan, breaking through the roof is already a very bad thing. If he loses his mind, he will really be left with an empty shell, meaningless.

At this fatal moment, Luo Qing wanted to stabilize his mind. In any case, only the "Koukou Jutsu" in "Nine Palaces Moon Lantern" is used to gather the spirit and mind to guard the Marubeni Palace, and then gather the last strength of the body. The tongue made a spring thunder and a "ding" sound

The sound wave spread, and the rotation and shaking of the bronze mirror suddenly stopped, causing the mountain forest to suddenly fall silent. Immediately, Luo Qing's scalp sank, as if a heavy thallium was pressing on the top door. He was not surprised, but delighted. Because of the drop in pressure, it was according to the "hole" in the center of the Divine Bronze Sword that had condensed into a mass of essence.

If one side doesn't move, the other side will naturally move!

The Pearl of Pure Yuan slipped from the bronze mirror of the gods as if it were real or virtual. Without hindrance, it sank into the top door and was pressed into the Marubeni Palace. Under the pressure of this force, Marubeni Palace jumped, thus driving the four corners of the square, spreading to the entire brain palace, to the bones of the limbs, causing the muscles, bones, and blood of the whole body to vibrate.

Luo Qing vaguely felt that this Pure Yuan Pearl should be gathered together. However, the pressure brought by the beads is too great for the body to bear. So, driven by the fascination, his body reacted spontaneously, and his limbs and bones generated a powerful suction, and this suction was applied to the Pure Yuan Pearl through the convergence of the Mud Ball Palace.

Under the influence of this myriad gravity, the Essence Bead lost its original form as soon as it sank into the mud pill. It goes from heavy thallium iron to warm like a spring breeze, and the warm water has the most comfortable feeling. Regardless of the meridians and blood vessels, it flows down from the cerebral uterus. Instead, it dips continuously and tightly into the internal organs of the muscles and bones from top to bottom, heel to heel, flipping like an hourglass, circulating back and forth.

A few times, Luo Qing felt warmth fill his whole body, and gradually the valley was filled with water and steaming osawa. In fact, light is it, darkness is it, strong is it, weak is it, there is it, there is nothing. It is difficult to distinguish between omnipresence and omnipresentness, so the mind is mixed in.

At this time, the frozen body could finally move, Luo Qing spread his hands, and his palms were slightly sweaty. It is true that his condition is good, better than ever, but before that, he encountered the deadliest disaster. If he wasn't careful, his soul would be sucked dry by the sacred bronze mirror, leaving only an empty corpse to rot in the mountains!

Why is this happening? Especially when it feels so familiar, like... Just like when he swung his sword to kill Xu Erlang under the inkwell, his mind and vitality were mixed and harmonized, without a single gap.

He stared at his palm, slowly closing his thumb, his three fingers parallel and straight as a sword. After a moment of pause, I suddenly drew a line. There was a muffled hissing in the air that swirled through the forest and melted into the mountain wind, leaving no trace.

Luo Qing's fingertips didn't feel any obstruction, not even air resistance. I only felt that when the three fingers were empty, it was a faint spirit that I had never seen before, as if the flesh and blood had melted. In fact, next to him there was a fir with the thickness of a bowl opening, which was also located on the trajectory of his fingers.

Another gust of mountain wind blew across the edge of this half fir tree. Suddenly, a small hole was etched off, and tiny pieces of wood slipped through it. In a moment, the small hole extended to a depth of half an inch. The interior is smooth, as if it had been carefully planed by the most skilled carpenters.

The sight is fixed on the scar of the fir tree. Luo Qing was a little shocked. His fingertips still retain their previous touch, but the sensation is too subtle for him to recall the exact details.

But this feeling is faintly different from the sword left by Mo Gu Ding, the edge of the cliff, and Ye Dou passing through the body and entering the body.

In the past few days, Luo Qing has been studying the meaning of the sword like a light mist, and has been passing by imitating the meaning of the sword. However, the subtle beauty of the sword did not bear fruit. However, the finger sword that has just been distributed has unexpectedly three flavors. I have to say, it was a huge surprise.

And all this is certainly not the green copper mirror that surrounds the top of the head.

He looked up, and his face was right in the bright and clean mirror. At this time, according to the god of bronze mirrors, it really looks like the most ordinary bronze mirror - except that it is still suspended in the air.

"What the hell are you, old fellow?"

In the voice of grumbling, there is the spirituality under the bronze mirror of the gods, the green light is like water, and the waves are turbulent. Then Luo Qing saw a beam of light projecting down from the center of the mirror, without giving him any time to react, directly penetrating his eyebrows.