The river doesn't move, it's not an illusion, it's because it's imprisoned here by some kind of force.

"Water, stones, trees......" Yixuan looked around again and whispered.

"Could it be ......" snapped open his eyes and looked around.

Sure enough, there is water in front and trees in the back, and on both sides are mountains and rocks that seem to be chaotic but are arranged in a regular manner, such a formation seems to be a little familiar, water, wood, earth, and gold are not the five elements.

"Sifang Gang" Yixuan suddenly shouted.

The five elements are phased: gold and wood, wood and earth, earth and water, water and fire, and fire and gold.

The five elements are born together: gold gives birth to water, water gives birth to wood, wood gives birth to fire, fire gives birth to earth, and earth gives birth to gold

This formation was only practiced by Uncle Shi once, but how to break it.

The soil belongs to the long summer, and the five aspirations belong to the thoughts, so there will be such a clear illusion, what about the others? Water belongs to winter, and Wuzhi belongs to fear; Wood belongs to spring, and five aspirations belong to anger; Metal autumn, the five aspirations are sad; Fire belongs to summer, and five aspirations belong to joy. It's just that there is a lack of fire here.

I don't know what the situation is in this array, it seems that I can only verify it in person, and I turned around and walked into the woods behind me, and the green trees all changed the moment I left......

The environment in front of her was so familiar, in the dark valley, a girl in a pale cyan gauze skirt was looking down at the three people in front of her who were scarred all over her body with a sneer.

Yixuan's eyes widened, all too familiar, because that woman was her original self, and at the age of fifteen, she could finally avenge her seventh brother and mother's concubine, and even her unborn siblings.

The two women desperately begged for mercy, they were the emperor's two concubines, and they were also the murderers of the mother's concubine. The expressionless man next to her was her second brother, and he was also the one who killed the seventh brother, and he had been poisoning several people since he was a child.

Seeing this scene, Yixuan's eyes were already red, and the anger in his eyes was about to burst out. Once again, my heart was filled with hatred and anger. He tried to rush over and kill them, but saw that one of the man's short knives had sunk into the woman's shoulder.

Although he couldn't hear what they said, Yixuan knew very well that he still softened his heart when he hated them, after all, he was not as cold-blooded and ruthless as them, and he was also a brother and sister with half the same blood, but when she was soft-hearted, the second emperor brother she wanted to let go of actually deceived her, and even killed her own mother, causing a chance to assassinate herself.

Looking at the blood flowing from the dagger, the woman smiled, laughing so much that tears flowed out. With a slight stroke of his fingertips, the man fell down softly with a resentful and unwilling expression of horror, and the filamentous wound on his neck continued to lay blood.

Looking at the other concubine who had forgotten to speak in shock, the woman sneered disdainfully, turned around and left, just when the concubine thought she was saved, the woman's hand was raised, and as soon as her palm came out, there was a cracking sound in the valley, and then the frightened eyes of the concubine and the two corpses were buried in a thick layer together.

Yixuan's heart darkened, and the anger in his eyes had subsided, in exchange for sadness and helplessness.

Suddenly, the picture turned, in the beautiful hall, the father was angrily holding a sword at his former self, the woman's eyes were expressionless, and she looked at her father in front of her lightly, yes, he wanted to avenge his concubine and son. The woman sneered, not knowing what to say, the sword fell to the ground, and five bright red palm prints were left on the woman's face.

Yixuan watched this scene with a heartache. I thought that my heart was numb, everyone knew that the emperor loved this princess very much, but who knew the truth, under the mask of happiness was endless pain.

A tear finally fell from Yixuan's eyes, and he covered his eyes and ran away frantically like the woman, but he didn't notice the painful crystal in the emperor's eyes.

Leaning against the stone, an uncontrollable dripping from his eyes. But as soon as the picture turned to the big palace, the mother's face was full of happiness, caressing her belly, and next to her was herself when she was seven years old.

"Don't" Just when the concubine wanted to pick up the dishes on the table, Yixuan wanted to rush over to stop it, she remembered this scene, it was the scene when the concubine was poisoned, but the body easily passed through the table and people, looking at the food in the concubine's mouth, Yixuan sat down in despair, closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, it was dark all around.

A familiar figure in the darkness walked in, it was the Seventh Princess, and she was holding the medicine in her hand. Walked towards the man on the bed in the room.

On the pale face, that was her favorite Seven Emperor Brothers, and she remembered that this was the Seven Emperor Brothers' Palace, and now ......

Looking at the medicine in the woman's hand, Yixuan wanted to grab it, but everywhere his hand was air, tears fell desperately, and he screamed heartbreakingly, but there was no movement, only to see the dazzling white porcelain bowl that became empty and there was still a little medicine left, such a white is very similar to the white on the face of the seventh brother.

It was the night when the Seven Emperor Brothers died of illness, looking at the sleeping man on the bed, Yixuan finally couldn't help it, screamed and ran out with her head in her hands, she knew what was next, why let her go through it again but couldn't do anything.

In the bright palace, there was chaos everywhere, and Yixuan walked to a room like a lost soul, and in the dim light, the man's handsome face was full of pain, and the white jade porcelain vase in his hand lay quietly in his hand.

This man, with a heart-wrenching face, hated a man who loved him for two years, and was also a friend who accompanied him in those painful three years.

At this time, in addition to pain, Yixuan's heart was more fearful, only to see the man pick up the bottle, smiled slightly, it was a smile of relief, tilted his head, the porcelain bottle had fallen to the ground empty, such as Yixuan's heart at this time, broken into tens of millions of pieces.