Zhang Zhuoen shouted that it was undignified, Lin Feng didn't know.

But he knew that Zhang Zhuoen's shouting must have an effect.

His burning "business card", prayer greetings, and signals for help really reached the ears of the people he wanted to transmit, and a thin fishing line fell from the sky.

The emperor is also fishing.

Willing to take the bait!

This fishing line, with an indescribable slaughter, directly cuts time and space.

The space here is divided into two halves.

This line directly hooked Lin Feng and Zhang Zhuoen.

Although there is only one fishing line, it is this one fishing line that creates a safe zone.

This fishing line has a process of accumulating energy.

This time is fleeting, and in between, Lin Feng and Zhang Zhuoen are extremely nimble.

To be precise, it was Zhang Zhuoen who moved first, and Lin Feng who moved later.

Inside Zhang Zhuoen's sleeve, the arrow fell below as if he didn't want money.

"Mine boom. Mao. ”

"Dragon thunder rolls water, Chen."

"Mine waves overturned. Child. ”

"The social order is thundering. Mao. ”

"Thunderbolts. Respect. ”

The lightning intertwined, and it became a terrifying thunder net, and even this parasite had to shed a layer of skin under this thunder net.

Zhang Zhuoen held a grudge and threw away all the arrows in his sleeve.

Lin Feng took out the clay pot, released all the misty qi in it, and was about to stuff the head into his clay pot.

Starving the faint-hearted, supporting the bold, the head of this "historian" has an extraordinary effect on Lin Feng.

"Natural phenomena" cannot be controlled, but this parasite is not necessarily, it is not the same as "natural phenomena".

There are no snakes, no beasts in front of them.

Then you can only use these heads as trophies.

Lin Feng glanced up, the field where the fishing line was cut was a pitch-black void, in this void, there seemed to be a lot of bubbles, this fishing line was spread out from a certain bubble, this silk line, in the sea of thousands of purples, opened up a pure land,

Gently toss it upwards.

They were tossed.

The "up" mentioned above is not a directional concept.

It is a broader concept of space.

In the blink of an eye, the starlight flowed, Lin Feng almost got motion sickness and vomited, he felt that all his organs were dizzy, but it was at this time that Lin Feng and Zhang Zhuoen fainted, so they didn't see the "nature" that woke up, the awakening of the mirror, first of all, the initial "fragmentation", the parasite attached to it, in an instant, became "nothing".

The emperor's fishing line also stopped in this solidified space, unable to move.

But Lin Feng and Zhang Zhuoen inside are fine.

Time seemed to stand still.

After an unknown amount of time, there seemed to be a sigh in the distance, and a big hand reached out and scooped the person away.

But when fishing for people, this hand covered Zhang Zhuoen and Lin Feng, and in this frozen time, there was a hand.

One of his hands was imprinted in the "mirror".

Only people of their level understand what it means to imprint their hands in the mirror.

But he doesn't care.

The hand with the person disappeared.

The "mirror" did not disappear.

After waking up, the "mirror" did not disappear here like black light.

It stopped, and began to reappear in front of its eyes, this is a kind of rule of it, and it is different from black light, and naturally between them, each one is also different.

Like a "mirror", everything within the scope of the "mirror" cannot escape the mirror.

Just be branded down by the mirror.

They will keep repeating, repeating, repeating in the "mirror".

Imprisoned in the same period of time, forever.

This is also the reason why both the master craftsman and a "historian" are desperate.

Death is not the end, and death is even just the beginning.

Reincarnation is fate, and more importantly, the "mirror" does not erase the memory of existence.

It can be called "the reincarnation of a hundred lifetimes" and "no liberation".

It wants to simulate a hand.

But the hand was shielded by a certain force.

It can't embody those hands.

But soon, Zhong Kui, Lin Feng, Zhang Zhuoen, Yu Lei, and Miao Zhu ......

Parasites that have ever been within the range of the mirror......

The dead "Xia Dynasty people", "historians", "great craftsmen", "ancestors", everything, have been copied, even those rare beasts, the same.

Appeared, all appeared!

They are dead, but they are still alive, the copper pillar appears, the misty purple gas appears, the "mirror" seems to have no feelings, no matter what it is, it treats everyone equally.

But just when the "old days are coming back".

It could not simulate the hand appeared.

Smeared it by hand, erasing Zhang Zhuoen, Lin Feng, Yu Lei, Zhong Kui, all of them.

Even the severed head is gone.

The hydra, which became an eight-headed snake.

"Old fox! Old fox! Old fox! ”

The Bronze Pillar of the Source Seed let out a heart-rending cry, attracting the surrounding beasts to step forward, and these beasts stepped forward again and were eaten clean by the "moss", that is, the parasite of the copper pillar.

The "mirror" seems to have no feelings, which is its advantage as well as its disadvantage.

The only thing that can hedge with "natural scenes" is other "natural scenes".

Other words.

The owner of that hand is also a kind of "nature".

This is also one of the reasons why the three families can overpower these people.

……

As soon as he woke up, Lin Feng vomited as soon as he woke up.

Didn't spit out anything.

That emperor is only responsible for saving people, not for the experience of being saved.

When Lin Feng woke up, he was retching when he lay on the ground.

Now, if he were willing, he would not have a physiological reaction such as eating and vomiting.

The reason why he is like this now, like his head being blown off, is because he sees a lot of the truth of time and space.

These things contained a series of information about the coordinates of the space he saw, how it was opened, and so on.

There are even a large number of sadhanas.

If Lin Feng was willing, he could go to the pavilions and pavilions in his memory to pious "ask for help", but whether people would take care of him or not was another matter.

Nor are the gods good people who respond to requests.

Lin Feng could understand.

Now he doesn't have a head explosion, but it hurts for a long time.

He didn't know that he almost met the worst.

That is to fall into samsara forever.

Eternal life and eternal life shall not escape.

If it weren't for that last erasure, he would have been planted there.

He only thought that this was the last time that the emperor wantonly lifted them up from a certain space, because the speed was too fast, resulting in similar to the diving decompression sickness that divers get when they are rising rapidly.

With a long breath, Lin Feng opened his eyes, and the wind around him told him that this place was stable.

He even knows where he is.

In the western Sichuan Plateau, none of the annoying flies followed, naturally, Zhang Zhuoen was gone, he and Lin Feng did not belong to the same era, and they may not belong to the same era.

The people who came with him, Karma, Karma was very thorough, Lin Feng felt out the clay pot from his body, and the top and bottom of the clay pot were his breath and flames, and the seal was extremely tight.

Lin Feng looked at this clay pot, closed his eyes, and felt that this time he was not worth it, the principle of the mirror, the real damage that could be cast in the air, and this head.

Originally, he only wanted to get a strange beast like a snake.

But now it looked like he had got a better option than the beast.

Parasites and historians' heads.

He took a long breath, and the darkness under his feet engulfed Lin Feng.

He still has something to do, at least he has a stomach full of doubts, and he has to ask Professor Han.

He felt that Mr. Xun was playing a big game of chess.

The reason why it is big is because he feels that Mr. Xun has filled in himself.

Home, home.

When it reappeared, Lin Feng turned into a wind and blew it into the distance.

……

It is located in the small courtyard of the suburban county of Wudu.

The thugs kicked the wooden door and stood in the doorway, unwilling to go inside.

Retire with success.

These little gangsters are not stupid, they know that helping others kick the door, at most, even if they are picking quarrels and provoking trouble, they will lose money, and they will go to the detention center and squat for fifteen days, but if they want to walk in, if something happens, then it may be over.

The money these strangers gave him was just enough for them to kick away, and then take risks, what kind of jokes?

The leading thug glanced at the door that slowly opened, and for some reason, there was a trace of fear in his heart, as if he was very afraid of this door.

Behind this gate, there seems to be some fierce beast hidden.

"Okay, what you're going to do is done, what about the money?"

One of them, dressed as a power grid repairman, silently took a few bills from his pocket, handed them to the thugs, and sent them away.

Two people stayed here.

The two men glanced at each other, and one of them reached out to open the door, but for some reason, a powerful damping sensation appeared when his finger was only a centimeter from the threshold.

The air stopped him in his tracks.

He felt as if he was frozen in place, motionless.

He wanted to open his mouth to remind the people around him, or he wanted to pull out, but to no avail.

Someone came from a distance, he looked a little embarrassed, a little hurried, as if he was being chased by something, dusty.

He looked at these people in the distance, reached out his hand, and reached for his phone.

Dialed a number.

"Hey, I'm Han Chen, I'm at your doorstep."

He said.

Subsequently, outside the small courtyard rented by Lin Feng, those who poured potions and engraved runes all quietly turned into ashes.

Nothing remained, as if these people didn't come back.

Of course, the person who did it was Professor Han, but Professor Han's situation was not optimistic.

When he walked, his whole body was lowered, like a traveler walking hard in a typhoon.

What's more important is that he is clearly standing here, but at a glance, he is out of step with this world.

Around him, the light was always a little dim, like a worn, faded old photograph.

Behind him, from time to time, a woman's figure will appear.

He was dressed in white and covered his face, and every time she appeared, the buildings around him decayed.

The air, the bricks, even the time, seemed to have become obsolete by her presence.

Compared with Professor Han's "twilight", she is more obvious.

What she brings with her is the "past".

This woman in white is not the first time she has appeared.

She used to appear outside of the ghost village.

The corpse of the famous harlequin.

Using one kind of power for a long time will attract curly Gu of another power, which is also what the master craftsman told Lin Feng.

The rulers of the Xia Dynasty could not peer into time unscrupulously.

No one knows what forgotten monsters they will fish out of time.

Like the corpse of a harlequin, it is a monster attracted by Professor Han's excessive use of a certain power.

She was going to take Professor Han away.

But Professor Han can't go, he still has his own mission, and the lead cloud in the sky doesn't know when it will become thicker.

Inside the silver snake dances.

This warning made Professor Han's hair stand on end.

This is also a natural phenomenon and a warning from this world.

Yu Lei and Zhong Kui's breath sensed the corpse of the harlequin, and began to become intense and demonic.

In Professor Han's eyes, a gate formed by a white bone building tree and countless grimaces was hidden in front of the inconspicuous small courtyard.

Professor Han once again stirred up the forces, and these two forces became more and more profound.

The figure of the corpse of the harlequin sensed the thunder and the two gods, and gradually disappeared, but she did not disappear.

She's not going to go away either.

She just went into a deeper world.

Professor Han knew that this was a palliative solution, and the more he relied on it, the more he carried the power of those gods from a certain era, the more he had to bear the curse of such unlimited use of power.

This is a nature-like force.

It is also the most powerful force of the historians.

It is also the curse of their lineage of historians.

Professor Han let out a long breath from the inside of his nose and brought out a lot of dirt.

Reaching out and wiping it, Professor Han was not surprised.

He casually pulled out a few pieces of white paper from his hand, if Lin Feng was there, he would recognize it, this was Teacher Xuan's paper, but Lin Feng had never seen these papers.

Without entering Lin Feng's courtyard, Professor Han sat down with his back against the wall of Lin Feng's small courtyard, his head hanging deep between his knees, as if he was asleep.

It wasn't until Lin Feng came that he saw Professor Han.

The courtyard wall behind Professor Han became like a pile of dirt, and it fell down when he pushed it.

Professor Han's appearance at the moment, and his previous high-spirited appearance, completely formed two extremes.

He looked tired, his lips chapped and blood oozing out.

The skin of the whole person is dull, and he looks extremely tired, showing a yellow antiquity.

"Professor Han, you are."

Lin Feng sensed that the origin in his body was constantly being lost.

The whole person also became more and more like a terracotta figurine.

This is not a good sign.

This means that I don't know what the reason is, Professor Han has also become "inhuman", and seeing Lin Feng coming, Professor Han finally put away his moving power.

In the sky above Lin Feng's mansion, two breaths, red and white, were formed, and the breaths that were entangled with each other disappeared.

Professor Han coughed, spat out a large amount of dust from his mouth, and said, "Hello, we meet again, Historian. ”