Could it be that the ghosts can't be formed! Their expressions were stiff, lacking popularity, like puppets, looking at their posture, they could pounce fiercely at any time, Ye Zhaoming couldn't help but take a step back.

But after waiting for a while, the two of them didn't see the slightest movement, ignoring the outside world like stone statues, and treating Ye Zhaoming as air.

He felt that something was wrong, because the chests of the two people in the secret pattern rose and fell slightly, and they seemed to be breathing! They were really alive? At this moment, it suddenly occurred to him that there were many people in the village who had entered here, could it be the father and son who had advanced to the immortal gate in the village?

Ye Zhaoming boldly walked into the secret pattern, and they really didn't move, it seemed that eight or nine were not far from ten.

Entering the secret pattern, the feeling is obviously different from the outside, the essence and spirit that Ye Zhaoming consumed on the ladder before are recovering rapidly, this secret pattern is really a bit incredible, no wonder the two people on the other side can still live as usual after four years.

Ye Zhaoming didn't know what kind of situation the father and son were in, but he still decided to try to wake them up, it was always good to have a glimmer of hope.

Patted on the shoulder of the younger man, he didn't expect him to disappear immediately, and the next moment he appeared at the staircase under the platform, and the person also came to his senses, looking around inexplicably, although he was just in front of him, he did not notice the existence of the carved platform.

Seeing this, Ye Zhaoming woke up another person.

"Dad?" the young man's memory seemed to be a little confused, and seeing his loved ones with their backs to him again was like a world away.

"Fan'er...... Life is like a dream!" the middle-aged man sighed.

"Dad, why are you here?"

"On the day you left, I also entered the fairy gate and wanted to find you back. ”

"I'm sorry, but it's the child who has bothered you. ”

"Why don't you say that you and I are all right!"

"Dad, have you also entered this cloud?" the young man pointed to Miyundao.

"Yes, it's like going to another world and becoming a different person, and it's been 14 years. ”

Ye Zhao was puzzled, how could he not get lost through the dense clouds? Fourteen years? Isn't it four years?

"No, we entered the clouds on the same day, and I also went to another world, but it was thirteen years. The young man said.

"The timing is not right...... You and I aren't much older...... Aren't we going to the real world, it's a fantasy?" the middle-aged man suddenly thought.

"Impossible, that kind of real texture can never be wrong, the memories of thirteen years are vivid, I don't believe it's as simple as a fantasy. Even if we are not going to a real world, it is definitely not an illusion. The young man was convincing.

"The world of the cultivator is really not something we can imagine, there are infinite bizarre, profound mysteries, and ordinary people can know everything. "The middle-aged man was deeply touched.

The young man was silent, and then recalled the lost time and sighed: "Thirteen years could have enjoyed an ordinary and peaceful life, but I was reluctant to chase fame and fortune day and night, resulting in physical and mental exhaustion. If you don't wake up suddenly, I'm afraid that you will sink forever and never recover. When I wake up from my dream today, I am like a bubble, and I am sick in the past. ”

"All children are enlightened, and they are very happy for their fathers. ”

The middle-aged man also seems to have a feeling: "The fourteen years of incomparably plain and peaceful days, without all the fetters, are really fortunate to be able to enjoy the Tao Zhizhi in leisure." ”

While Ye Zhao watched them speak, there was a spiritual light gathering at the center of their eyebrows, which became more and more dazzling, and then turned into a small ball of luminous matter, like a seed-like thing, and rushed into their sea of consciousness.

For their experience, Ye Zhaoming also had more or less partial understanding before, and thought that it was not easy to see through the essence of things, and it was even more difficult to let go of the obsession in his heart.

"Dad, let's go back to the village, I don't know how much has changed now. ”

"Let's go!"

The two of them walked towards the bottom of the bluestone stairs, and the rhythm of their footsteps gave people an indescribable ease.

Ye Zhaoming looked at the three remaining white bones on the ground, and couldn't help but think that they should be the ancestors in the village, and they couldn't get out of it, and they didn't know how many lives they had been reincarnated in, but according to the years when the father and son were lost, they couldn't guess the third life.

Centennial three, the maze is drunk in it, the avenue is easy and simple, there are few walkers, every day turns white, and finally does not enter the door.

Ye Zhaoming just stepped up the second bluestone staircase, and suddenly looked back: "By the way, why didn't you see the white girl, has she already gone to the top?"

I couldn't help but look at the end of the second staircase.

Shaoyan, he continued to walk.

In the village, Bai Qingling was shocked, with the awakening of his divine sense, the memories sealed in the realm of consciousness were also rapidly recovering, and he was very reluctant to look at the two children.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and his divine sense probed into the bodies of Huo'er and Shui'er, and he was immediately shocked: "Pure Yang Body! Pure Yin Body! How is this possible, all the illusions are illusory, how can such a powerful physique appear?"

However, when I thought about it, I couldn't believe it: "It's really like my own life, can I inherit part of my physique?

Bai Qingling glanced at the three people who were still in the distance again, raised his palm to the sky, made a fist with his five fingers, and pulled it down hard, appearing at the edge of the carved platform in an instant.

"It's ..... Mingtian pattern! Lost in ancient times!"

She walked around and observed, not daring to take a step forward, for fear of entering the battle again.

The center of the pattern array was hazy and white, and he couldn't see the scene inside, only revealing the array patterns on the edge, which was far more complex than the ordinary carved pattern array, beyond Bai Qingling's cognition.

After she entered the battle before, she didn't have any memory, like a newborn baby, but she was able to accept her current identity naturally, and she didn't feel half different, she really went through four years, and the memory of the four years after she came out of the battle is still fresh.

A simple phantom array can't do it, it's clearly a virtual real world, with some of the rules of heaven and earth running, which can derive the deep development of things on its own, and deliberately guide people to be in a certain state of life all the time.

And there is also a strong spiritual suppression, so that the people in it cannot discover the essence of that world, unless a certain condition is met, the original memory will be awakened.

The appearance of such a lost thing as the Mingtian pattern here is barely acceptable, but some of the other powers added to it are probably not the means of the spirit world.

Bai Qingling looked at another endless staircase, and couldn't help but think, "Could it really be a road to becoming an immortal?"

An immeasurable mountain, huge, the mountain is full of strange flowers and plants, fairy trees and spiritual plants, there are several spiritual springs gushing, the fairy grass bathes in it, the divine fruit is happy, just like the newborn first came to the world, full of curiosity about everything.

There is a view on the top of the mountain, which can overlook the panoramic view of the mountain, and there are a variety of things. There is an old man and a young man in the Taoist temple, the old man has a long beard and a kind face, the young man has blue eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he is very handsome, but he has a flattering look in the face of the old man, and he does not feel sorry, but it is a pity that he has this good appearance.

The young man faced the old man, his eyes were aimed at the bottom of the mountain, intentionally or unintentionally, and his eyes lit up.

The old man waved the dust lightly and slapped the young man's head: "Little thing, what are you peeking at?"