"A strong soul can give birth to a strong heart. King Ming stared at Phantom Wu with burning eyes.

Soul?Phantom never seemed to have thought about what her soul looked like, and when she died, she couldn't see her soul with her own eyes, right?

Is it similar to the small flames of different colors in the dust in the Lang Jing mirror, or is it a different color?

If you look at it with a mirror, can you see your soul?

Yes, she's going to get the mirror, and this isn't the end of her trip.

"I've said everything I need to say, I'm leaving. ”

"It's also fate to be able to have a discussion with you, so I have no regrets. ”

Hearing him say this, Phantom Wu felt a sense of relief and detachment, and her departure was actually equivalent to a death sentence for this illusion.

But he seemed to have been waiting for a moment for a long time.

This is the place in this world that can make Phantom Wu have a desire to win on the word "phantom", although this phantom spirit is her enemy, it can also be regarded as her friend. She gave birth to some mixed emotions, some sad, but also some happy: "It's also my honor...... You'll soon be able to unload your responsibilities and be free. ”

Phantom Wu stepped onto the highest level of the Spirit Tower, the heart of the ninth-floor tower.

Compared with the previous layers of delicate stone carvings and intricate murals, this layer can be said to be extremely simple. There are no carved beams and paintings, no decoration, and not even the slightest trace of Buddhism.

It is like an ordinary house in the earthly world, it does not belong to any sphere of influence, it does not have to bear any constraints, only the solemnity and softness given by time.

In this realm of the dead, there are all kinds of despair and sorrow in the world, Rao is the Buddhist temple is also difficult to exist a little bit of the world's plain calm, only here to keep a little belonging to the human is quiet, after the years of washing, return to the most essential indifference.

Phantom Wu let out a slow breath.

She looked around, and the entire empty tower room was only centered on a table with a gloomy wooden table. The whole body of Mukui is jet black, the surface is smooth like a mirror, and the fragrance of Nanmu is still faintly smellable.

This wooden curtain itself is a testimony of the long years, and when I see this wooden treasure, my eyes light up: This box is my hard work, right?

Wait, now is not the time to make money. Phantom Wu patted his head, and carefully opened the wooden coffin, a broken mirror that was still shiny, no, it was the Langji Treasure Mirror sleeping peacefully in it.

There is no movement, it seems that there is really no formation here, as the phantom said.

Phantom Wu took out the mirror and took a closer look, it was not much different from the bronze mirror used in the general boudoir, and it was not even as clear and smooth as the better silver mirror. The mirror was covered with a warm yellow halo, and even his own face in the mirror was a little hazy.

Phantom didn't see the "little flames" of those souls, maybe he couldn't shine on his soul, or he needed another way to open it.

The lines on the back are mottled and difficult to distinguish, and the blue and green are infected in it, and the pattern of "phoenix beads" can not be seen at all.

This mirror is the same as the one used by the bell, and it should be correct.

As soon as Phantom Wu breathed a sigh of relief, before he could put the mirror back into the wooden coffin, he heard a rush of bells.

The golden bell on the entire Spiritual Pagoda was shaking, not the natural shaking of being brought by the wind, but the speed and eagerness of being pulled up and down by the tether.

There are hundreds of golden bells in the tower, and this kind of movement is not only scary, but also directly disturbs the illusion and upset.

Didn't you say that there are no mechanism formations on this level?!

Before he had time to delve into it, Phantom Wu held the mirror in his arms, intending to leave the Spiritual Pagoda directly.

But as soon as he took a few steps, the floor began to shake, not from side to side in the usual sense, but up and down.

The whole tower jumped off the ground like a human, and the phantom was a flea that it was trying to shake down.

Not to mention running, Phantom Wu was shaken to the ground and couldn't get up directly, and it was tossed and turned, so that Phantom just wanted to let go of the mirror to cover his ass.

This trick is too bad, right?!

It's finally come to this point, who is afraid of whom! Phantom Wu gritted his teeth and gave up the urge to protect his ass, and thought he was sitting on a broken carriage and galloping on the top of the mountain!

Phantom Wu pressed the mirror to his chest with both hands, and fell directly to the ground, intending to roll to the door. It's poignant and funny, but it works.

However, before Phantom Wu had time to be complacent about his wit, the Spiritual Pagoda returned to calm, only the golden bell was still shaking, but the bell followed a certain frequency, and was no longer so eager and chaotic.

Phantom sat on her knees, staring around alertly, then slowly to her feet.

"Put the mirror down. A voice seemed to come from overhead, filling all the space in the tower.

"Put the mirror down. The echo of the space made the sound especially muffled, but Phantom could still hear it, it was the sound of a hanging bell.

But the weeping bell is obviously not here, otherwise it wouldn't be just the sound.

Phantom Wu breathed a sigh of relief, she just wanted to deter the person who stole the mirror, as long as she ignored the voice.

"Phantom, stop. "Oops, she knows I'm the one who stole the mirror!

"Put the mirror down, and I'll spare this man's life. "Whose life?" Phantom stopped, she was only a few steps away from the door, but her legs just couldn't take another step.

"Come to the window. Illusion turned around, and the windows of the ninth-floor tower room were still bright and dark, and the closest window to her was to her right.

A square moonlight cast out of the window, and Phantom saw the floating and dancing dust in the quiet light, and those tiny particles could only be so vivid and conspicuous at this moment.

"Come and have a look. She seemed to hear a voice say this, and she didn't know if it was the sound of the bells, or the sound of the dust, or if her own heart had been given another life by fantasy.

The phantom is almost moved past.

She only glanced out of the window, and then her whole body suddenly lunged outward, and if it weren't for her waist against the edge of the window, she could have almost gotten out of it.

Her eyes widened, trying to see the face under the window better. The familiar face was as white as paper, its eyes were closed, and its limbs were unconsciously wrapped in branches and vines, like prey on a spider's web, and it was suspended in mid-air.

Although it was far away, Phantom Wu could still see that the person was Changjue.

Did he not obey and leave? Or did he not see Fan Xiaotan at all?

Phantom Wu forced herself to calm down, she looked down as much as she could, there was only one person in the open space in front of the Feeling Spirit Tower, there was no shadow of Fan Xiaotanlin, not even Ji Ming.

Fan Xiaotan and Lin Qiyi are okay to say, maybe Chang Jue hasn't found Lin Qiyi yet, and he has found here directly?

He must be waiting for himself outside to ensure that he gets the mirror as soon as possible, and he won't care about anything else.

Everything outside the window was extraordinarily calm, and only the occasional swaying of the wind-blown shadows of the trees in the moonlight made it seem that there was still life breathing there.

Under the calm face of the phantom was a chaotic mind, and she remembered that the phantom had said unintentionally before, that the eighth layer was the last level, and there was no illusion on the ninth floor.

This is actually a hint that is ingrained in the heart of a person who does not understand illusions, and even if he encounters an illusion again, he will think that he has not encountered it.

But for Phantom, this is a two-layer hint, her first reaction when she heard this sentence was not to believe, the phantom's hint was that there was still an illusion on the ninth layer.

But how could the phantom "remind" himself so bluntly, perhaps what he said was the truth, and the power of the truth to the ears of a person who was very suspicious could be a hundred times greater than that of a lie.

It would be bad if there really wasn't an illusion on the ninth floor, and she wrapped herself into it, thinking that it was all an illusion.

The phantom mind is in turmoil, and his reason is not enough to calmly find the right direction.

"See, put the mirror down. The voice carried a confident victory, as if it was sure that he would put down the mirror when he saw the man outside the window.

Phantom Wu only felt that the voice was very gentle and pleasant, as if it was persuasion from the heart.

The mirror on Phantom's chest was cold, but not biting, and the temperature was sticking to the skin through the fabric, like a stranger's tentative flattery.

Yes, this mirror is of no use to her, even worthless, it is just a stranger, and the person outside the window may be a fake, but he is a long-term master, what about a fake? Even if there is the slightest possibility, Phantom Wu can't sit idly by.

Her hand holding the mirror was loose and tight, tight and loose, and she only felt her fingertips tingle.

"Do you want to watch him die?" the voice said again, striking Phantom Wu with a heavy blow.

Before Phantom Wu could speak, the lush trees under the Spiritual Pagoda had already reacted, and a branch suddenly popped out next to Changjue, piercing Changjue's heart like a sharp arrow - "I'll give it to you!"

Phantom didn't close his eyes, watching the branches stop in front of his chest, and the whole person seemed to be out of strength, completely leaning against the window.

"I'll give you back the mirror, don't hurt him. Phantom Wu said weakly, no way, she still can't pass the demons in the end, if she is an illusion, she will also lose.

She couldn't be desireless, fearless, and she admitted her failures.

But she doesn't regret it, if there is someone in this world who can make her give up and persist without hesitation and no longer care about the so-called "meaning", then this person must be long.

If it were a different person, Phantom Wu would be ashamed and blame herself, but she could still find all kinds of noble reasons to appease her heart, she would make amends, but she would not regret her decision.

Only for long, she can't give herself a little room for regret. She can't afford to lose, and I have to say that Weeling understands her very well, and she can see it more clearly than herself.

Chang is definitely not the so-called heart demon, but her heart.

Phantom Wu put the Lang Jing mirror back into the wooden box, felt the powerful beating in his chest, and smiled slightly.