Pei Ye suddenly felt that he had left the realm of Zizhu, at that time, the poisonous flame that forced his mind was gone, and the feeling of being illusory and indistinguishable was also gone, and the mist Zizhu disappeared here, and the air outside had never smelled so relaxed and good.

And here. It is the traces of hundreds of people.

Compared to the clean and empty silence in the bamboo forest, these traces are so many that it is impossible to describe them all—what traces of more than 100 people living in a clearing will leave what this place looks like.

But there are also some things that are not normal, such as a lot of torn, bloody clothes.

They fixed Pei Li's gaze at the very beginning.

Large and small, men, women, and children, their owners did not leave a single hair behind, and all kinds of relics from their lives were abandoned here.

There were also some people confined to a fixed area, about twenty or thirty, who had been kept there motionless, but who could hardly be called prisoners—judging by the traces that remained, they were even the highest part.

Pei Ye gasped closer, looking around at it all, and when the familiar fire talisman came into view, he finally understood what this place was.

The place where the cult was entrenched at that time, where they had been preparing to go to meet the incarnation.

It's no wonder that Shenjing Xianrentai didn't find any traces of them after receiving the news. They had been entrenched in this secret realm, and before leaving, they had also taken back all traces of the outside world.

But this is not a complete hiding and throwing place, Pei Ye moved his gaze to the middle, there is a ritual-like residue there - in the middle of the clearing, a tall stone monument has been built, and the side facing the high platform has a round, mirror-like depression, quite huge, about seven feet long.

I don't know what they've done with it, it's empty now.

But this is not the time to examine this place in detail, the girl is still fighting alone with the god son on it, and the time in her mind cannot be counted by the outside world, maybe the next moment they will be divided between the winners and losers.

Pei Ye turned around and re-entered the stage, but just as his vision swept over the pile of old clothes again, something suddenly fixed his gaze.

A man's silk garment.

Most of these dirty and scattered clothes are gray shirts and coarse cloth, and they are abducted by the Candle World Sect, mostly in poor places, and many are looking for helpless people. And most of them are dirty and muddy, and they are also due to the long days of shuttling through the salary.

But this piece of fabric is good, large and clean, and it has obviously been changed. What's more, next to it, there is a huge bag thrown there.

Pei Ye was only stunned for a moment, and then reacted to what this was.

Zhang Zijing's relics.

He and Zihuang strayed into this place, and after they died, the Candle World Sect cleaned up the traces of the outside and threw everything into it.

Pei Li's chest and abdomen were broken at this time, and he just wanted to take a step and stumbled, only panting and signaling with a bloody finger, the black cockroach immediately understood what he meant, swept away, and took the bag over and dissected it.

The Candle World Sect obviously hadn't checked it, and all kinds of things were scattered all over the place, and among all the large and small miscellaneous items, Pei Ye bit the slender one at a glance.

A two-foot-wide scroll of calligraphy and painting.

Pei Li took it with trembling wounded fingers, and the blood had already dripped up from his jaw first.

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For the first time, Li Yiqing took the initiative to enter the state of mind from reality.

Immerse yourself.

The feeling of falling made her already overwhelmed mind feel tearing pain again, and when she finally stood here and opened her eyes, her pupils tightened once again as if she were suffocating.

Even if she hadn't used the Heart Transmission Candle a few times, she knew that such a scene was not what a person's state of mind should be.

There is nothing that can be called a shape, broken, collapsed, buried, and flying, as if a city made of dead wood has been rubbed by two big hands, which is the current shape of this state of mind.

Li Yiqing was standing on a broken stone slab, and just half a zhang away, the street collapsed into the abyss, and thousands of houses and buildings were shattered and silent, as if they were born in the underworld.

This should be a projection of Xiangzhou City, but outside the distant city, it is not a thoroughfare in all directions, but a vast mountain shadow.

Above the shadow of the mountain, twelve python-like shadows meandered across the sky, like upside-down tree roots.

And where they gathered, a slender figure overlooked here.

Obviously it was a distance of not knowing how far, and it was only slightly larger than his own, but Li Yiqing could clearly perceive the gaze cast by those golden pupils. It was so close, so penetrating everything, as if this ruined city was just a bead in her palm.

Li Yiqing was deeply stunned and withdrew his gaze.

This is all the entities of this state of mind.

In the void left by these entities, a brilliant blue liquid filled them all.

From the feet of Li Yiqing, crawling through the old walls, through the broken window urns, and spreading the vast mountain shadows, it is strange and magnificent like blood, pulsating on the dusty and decayed broken stone and wood.

They come from the more distant voids of the Void.

- Beyond the ruined city, where there was no longer any physical place, only a vast, boundless blue expanse.

Like a sea full of jellyfish, and like a sky reflected in the water, magnificent, bewitching, and viscous, surrounding the mountains and cities here.

But this is not the end of everything, when you look farther and higher, it is the darkness that surrounds everything.

It seems to be the immensity of the vastness, it is like a curtain, from top to bottom, from left to right, wrapping this shocking and bewitching state of mind.

In the face of such darkness, the vast mountain shadow is like a speck of dust, and the boundless sea is just a glass of water.

Such a deep darkness deeply attracted the girl, she couldn't see what it was, only felt that her soul seemed to float into it, since entering the range of Zizhu, everything was high, indifferent, real and illusory, invisible and unheard. It's all gathered there.

She was stunned for a long time, until all of a sudden, the quail's head suddenly sounded in her heart, and she woke up, and in a cold sweat, she found that she had stepped into the blue dead silence with one foot.

Li Yiqing immediately retracted his steps, no longer looking at this indescribable everything, and obviously felt its erosion of his already brittle heart.

She didn't have much time.

Before her mind could hold on, she had to pierce Yi Danjun's heart poison and annihilate everything here.

Since Yi Chengxin carried out the edict at this time, it means that Yi Danjun's state of mind has not completely collapsed, and the most vulnerable and fatal place must still exist.

If the candle sword is completed, he can lead her there, but the girl can only rely on herself at this time.

Fortunately, Yi Danjun once left this weakness on the altar with his own hands.

"[Zhaozi]: Yi Danjun

[Candle Sword]: Dear.

[Heart Poison]: Love, in the painting pavilion. ”

Li Yiqing recalled this line of handwriting, so where is the "painting pavilion"?

Li Yiqing looked around, and his eyes were all decadent and bewitching, and there was no place that had not fallen.

The painting pavilion is naturally a Linjing painting pavilion.

The boy told her the name, and he said that this was the residence of Xitian in Xiangzhou City, and later Yi Danjun bought a painting pavilion for him. It was here that the boy killed that Mr. Zhang.

But she didn't remember to ask where it was.

Even she doesn't know where she is now.

This is not Bowang after all, but a completely unfamiliar city.

Li Yiqing tried to calm her thoughts, she remembered that Xitian was not wealthy, and she could buy a residence in the state city, not in a too prosperous place.

But "painting", especially the "painting" of a famous artist like Western Tian, wants to consume itself is a threshold, and she also remembers that the teenager said that after leaving the Linjing Painting Pavilion, he rushed back to Qijiu City.

So it won't be in the West Side.

Most of them are not in the North City.

So is it the East City, or the South City?

Li Yiqing thought quickly as he shuttled between the dangerous ruins, identifying the wreckage and ruins around him, trying to find clues for support.

Suddenly, her gaze froze, and she stopped on a crossbar.

Half of the plaque was submerged in the blue, except for a faded word at the end.

Platform.

This is one word alone, but just this word is enough. After the girl came to Xiangzhou, she confirmed the location of the official mansion and Xianrentai for the first time, and this handwriting is in her memory.

So this is the South Side.

Li Yiqing immediately remembered a conversation in Yi Danjun's letter from Xitian - "I don't want to be close to him, so I am looking for this place to live." ”

This sentence comes from the mouth of Xi Tian, and the "he" in the sentence is Xi Tian's estranged father, "County Chronicles" said that he was a military academy, Li Yiqing later checked, in fact, it was "Xuanjie Captain", this is a loose official, and there is no military ministry.

According to her experience in traveling around the powerful in the past year, such people who have officials but no positions and are determined to make progress are mostly on duty in the government office, seeking to make friends and travel, so as to make a step forward.

And the Xiangzhou Mansion is on the edge of the immortal platform.

Therefore, the residence of Western Tian is in Dongcheng, but the land price in Dongcheng is the most expensive, and Western Tian may only find a remote and quiet place - this is also his preference.

Li Yiqing's heart suddenly broke through, took a deep breath, and left this place.

The ruins of the demon liquid, the blue and the black, Li Yiqing took heavy pressure in it and gritted his teeth to shuttle, those moments of high and misty pressure, the abyss that fell into without paying attention are not to mention, the most important thing that makes the girl's brows tighten is that the east, west, north and south in this state of mind are not clear at all, she must always see to regulate her direction, and many times, she does not know whether her last choice was correct or not.

Moving forward in silence in such a deep and bevelous collapse, the heavy darkness of the sky seemed to be constantly pressing, and Li Yunqing had wondered several times whether he had really gone the wrong way, or if he had already gone wrong - because no matter where he went, it was still the same depressing scene of the underworld.

But she couldn't deduce, she couldn't confirm, she could only purse her lips and move on, believing that she was still on the right path.

The pent-up poison of her heart had begun to surge, gradually pushing her to the limit.

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Under the high platform.

Pei Ye unfolded the scroll.

He finally saw this "immortal painting" that had fascinated Zihuang and Zhang Zijing for several years and devoted himself to the salary.

Pei Li remembered the corner that Zihuang had shown him.

——A shadow of a pretentious Jiao peeked down obliquely from the sky, and the head, claws, and tail did not appear in the painting. It is covered with smooth and fine scales, and it is round and slender, with no shape up and down, left and right. Two extremely thin and long blue lines climbed irregularly on this section of the body. In the lower half of the scroll, there is a shadow of a lofty mountain, and the clouds, high trees, birds, and green shadows fill the remaining space.

Now the picture is settled on the upper right side of the scroll in my hand.

Pei Ye slowly moved his eyes, and then saw the most mysterious and magnificent picture in this life, which was indeed heart-wrenching.

The shadows of the mountains, the clouds and the tall trees, etc., are by no means painted according to the foils - every bird brought out is definitely a masterpiece of the most wonderful masterpieces.

However, this magnificent brush, which does not shy away from intricacies, piles thousands of masterpieces into a mountain scene, but only occupies two parts of the lower edge of the picture.

And in the middle of the picture, there are brushstrokes like fairies and gods.

It is precisely because of the majesty of the Cangshan Mountain that it is extremely admirable, and because the mountain scenery on the edge is too real and delicate, that the middle of the mountain reveals such a power to squeeze people's hearts.

It's just the shadow of the sky and the winding stretch.

But it was bigger than the mountains on either side, almost like a python pressing down on an anthill—but it wasn't a dragon.

When this scroll was completely presented in front of him, Pei Ye realized that it was not that the upper right corner did not include the head and claws and tail, but that this slender form did not have these three things.

It was far longer than a dragon should be, and from a distance it looked like a woman's hair—just like the tentacles of the Divine Son.

Pei Li didn't know what it was, even with tentacles like an octopus, it was too slender.

It stretched to the very top of this scroll, where the dark and majestic shape faintly revealed a corner, Pei Ye couldn't see what it was, only to see that this long touch that penetrated the heavens and the earth seemed to grow there.

He looked at it quietly for a moment, let out a soft breath, and moved his gaze to the lower edge of the painting.

There was only a deep black below.

This painting is still incomplete, I don't know if the Western Tianzhi brush can't depict it, or if it is not fully revealed to him, in short, the scenery under the long touch, between the mountains seems to be under some kind of shadow, and it does not show its appearance to the viewer.

And above this layer of shadow, Pei Ye finally saw the center of this picture scroll.

It was a small human figure, standing on a high platform, with its palms stretched high, taking on the long touch that had fallen from the Nine Heavens.

A little farther up, an abrupt and regular circular blank space reappeared, and it was here that the thin blue lines on the dragon's whiskers originated, getting denser and denser the closer they got.

Pei Ye's gaze stayed on this back for a long time, and he gently picked up the scroll.

"This should be the 'edict', where will its true work be?" The black mantis whispered.

"I don't know." Pei Ye replied in a low voice. He gritted his teeth and strode up the high platform, leaving behind a messy trail of blood.

"I know what it's afraid of." He gasped lowly, his eyes looking up at Liuli who was struggling to break free from the lock, "Can you tell Miao Qing to hold on, I'll hold it right away. Just go and help her. ”

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Yi Danjun was in a state of mind.

Li Yiqing was really about to run out of oil, and she already knew that she should quit.

The pressure on her mind has long exceeded her limit, but she clearly knows that she is the only hope for everyone's survival.

She must find Yi Danjun's heart poison, ignite it, and completely erase this state of mind.

Originally, she was ready to be alone with the Son of God, but now she is just advancing the original plan.

In this way, she continued to support herself with her will and quail's head, staggering forward in a state of mind full of dangers, and almost fell into the abyss several times.

Finally, after gritting her teeth again and surviving a persistence, a different light in the field of vision made the girl suddenly freeze.

A little warm orange light.

She jerked loose of her tense body, gasped for breath, cleared her eyes again, and swept away.

Finally, I stepped on a real, solid ground.

She looked up at the small building in front of her.

This is the only normal, intact thing in this state of mind, in this land, the climate has just entered a warm spring night, the lamps and candles are raised, the warm wind is caressed, and the grass pokes out of the cracks in the stone slabs.

The orange candlelight in the building reflected the windows.

The woman's heart poison is the last intact place in her state of mind.

Li Yiqing raised his eyes and looked at the plaque on his head, and the four elegant handwriting of "Linjing Painting Pavilion" were the same as the inscriptions on the old paintings of the West.

She took a light breath and pushed the door open with her outstretched arm.

(End of chapter)