After all, Fu Jie's body was injured, although he was faster than me, but he had to stop and rest. When he fled, I chased him, and when I stopped, I was also chasing, although I never caught up with him, and he never threw me off. At first, I was able to use the Divine Sense Locking Method to trace his traces, but later it may have been that the distance was shortened, or he had paid attention to the essence of the divine energy, and my divine sense could not find him. I used another method, the Dark Mirror.

I used the Qingying Mirror to cast the spell of the round light mirror to "see" him, that is, the cultivator's "Heavenly Eye" supernatural power. This kind of supernatural power is not omnipotent, nor can you see what you want to see, although theoretically the supernatural power is infinite, but there is always something unattainable in people's divine sense, especially for people like Fu Jie. But the magic is that there is a sense between the Qingying Mirror and Fu Jie. Fu Jie, who was once injured under the "Shenxiao Heavenly Thunder" from the Qing Ming Mirror, as long as the injury was not healed, the Qing Ming Round Light Mirror could see his whereabouts. When I saw Fu Jie's back in the Qingying Mirror, Fu Jian seemed to be able to feel that he looked back at me from the mirror, and there was a trace of panic and confusion in his eyes.

The longer I study it, the more magical it will become. With the help of the Qingying Mirror, I chased him all the way and entered Helan Mountain, and after Fu Jie, he suddenly disappeared, and I couldn't find him with the Qingying Mirror. There are three possibilities for this change: one is that Fu Jie hid in a place where his divine sense is difficult to reach, second, Fu Jie cast a spell to hide his whereabouts, and third, he was struck by Shenxiao Heavenly Thunder and his injuries were healed. The third is the most likely.

Fu Jie's injury was mainly under Tan Sanxuan's "three strikes of broken strings". And my fake "Shenxiao Heavenly Thunder" looks very powerful, but in fact it is not too powerful, at least it can't be compared to the three strikes of broken strings. The first time I used this spell, I was not proficient, in fact, this self-created Dao method itself was not very mature, not to mention that at that time, I was mainly trying to save people, not to hurt people. Fu took this way, healed his injuries all the way, took medicine, and Shenxiao Tianlei's injuries were healed? If that's the case, I have to find him quickly. If he recovers a few more points, I'm afraid I won't be able to kill him.

But I don't believe he can run very far, and he should be around here. The reason is very simple, he can't run anymore! In the past four days and three nights, I have been chasing and fleeing without sleep, and even my body has reached the end of the crossbow, and I can't rest well, and I can't continue to chase like this. I don't believe that a person with injuries can be stronger than me, even if his cultivation level is higher, but his body may not be as good as mine. In this case, everyone rests together to recuperate and play cat and mouse. Maybe the Qing Ying Mirror couldn't find him, and it was also because my own spiritual qi was weakened, and I needed to meditate and breathe to cultivate my body and mind.

It's nightfall. The peaks on both sides of the Yinshan Pass are towering, the layers of rocks are stacked, and the spring water flows out of the stone ditch. The half-moon rises exactly between the two mountains, illuminating this col. I found a large flat rock under the rock wall, sat cross-legged, and placed the Blue Mirror on my lap. I don't dare to go too deep into meditation and still practice the mental method of impure contemplation. In the visualization, the power of fire burns away the dust and exhaustion of the body and mind. As soon as you enter the state of concentration, this place is not right. Specifically, the environment is not right! When a practitioner cultivates, he often has to find a blessed place and a cave, because the impact of each place on people and the earth is different, and of course, you can also reluctantly understand it in terms of "feng shui, earth qi".

I opened my eyes, and the moonlight was shining on the opposite cliff, on a bare stone wall with no trees to block it. I saw a sheep! Don't be surprised, not a wild sheep on the mountain, but a picture carved into the rock. The way this sheep is drawn is very abstract. The body is large, the head is small, the long horn on the top of the head is exaggerated and stretched far away, and it bends backwards into an arc, and a lamb is carved under it. Suddenly, there were paintings on the rocks, and judging from the traces, they were quite old.

I stood up and walked over, only to see that there were hundreds of petroglyphs carved into the rock walls of this large mountain cliff. These petroglyphs include horses, cows, sheep, donkeys, deer, birds, wolves and other animal figures, as well as scenes of hunting and sacrifice, as well as the sun, moon and stars, but most of them are large and small human faces. Most of these people have round faces, long ears, bright heads, deep and huge eye frames. This is no ordinary human face at all. Rather, it is a series of grimaces or phantom portraits, the most special of which is the sunflower-shaped human face, which goes out in the round face and the petal-shaped light, if it were not for the facial features, I would have thought that it was depicting the sun.

Seeing these petroglyphs, I remembered a person, and my mood became complex and deep. I am reminded of the craftsmen who died in foreign lands, who were good at witchcraft, and these petroglyphs are the remains of "witches" in ancient times.

I have read some literature on the history of religion, and in ancient times, from Beihai in the east to Siberia in the north, to the southwest, including Mongolia, Ningxia, Gansu, and Xinjiang, a primitive religion was widely practiced among the nomadic peoples, shamanism. Shamanism has no written scriptures, no leaders, no shrines, and no standardized religious rituals. But shamans have a very complex idea of the soul and believe in animism. They worship the "ancestral spirits" of their respective clans and tribes, and have extensive nature worship and totem worship. All kinds of gods, animals, plants, and natural phenomena are the objects of worship or sacrifice during shamanic rituals. These petroglyphs are supposed to be remnants of ancient shamanic activity.

It is reluctant to call shamanism a religion, it is a primitive practice of witchcraft. Witch is the source of religion, but it is not just the source of religion. Medicine, art, rituals, laws, and even ancient hieroglyphs all originated from witches, and although "witch" has become a derogatory term that people dislike or reject in contemporary times, it is the origin of the entire human civilization. It shows that primitive man began to realize for the first time that "existence" itself was also a complex proposition, with spiritual spirituality. When abstract thinking begins outside of instinctive behavior, "man" emerges.

The place where I am standing now is the temple of ancient shamanic sacrifices and shamans. With the sky as the temple, the earth as the altar, and the mountains as the offerings, we seek spiritual communication with all races and all things in the world and obtain spiritual strength. Does this power exist? Of course it exists! Just as there is a power in our own hands together. It's just in a different form. Ancient messages are still in the middle of this mountain wall, and it's no wonder that I feel strange when I meditate.

You guess I'm all over the hill here

What do I see in the phantom portrait? I see emotions, desires, thoughts! The lines of the strange portraits contain fear, hatred, longing, awe, yearning, imagination, begging, and so on. Maybe an archaeologist standing here can't decipher the meaning, but I "see" it. Suddenly, I entered a state where I could feel the complex soul of the ancient people who copied these petroglyphs thousands of years ago. Although those people have long been traced in ancient times and are nowhere to be found, through these petroglyphs, there is a strange communication with me. When I looked at the mountain wall. With one hand, he took out the Qingying Mirror and pointed it at this piece of petroglyph.

The petroglyphs in the moonlight are very clearly reflected in the mirror. At this time, the petroglyphs in front of the Qingying Mirror in my hands had dissolved into one. Then I made a motion – turning the mirror upside down and aiming it at myself.

If you stand in front of the window, hold a mirror in your hand and point it out of the window, and the mirror should be the scenery outside the window. But when you turn the mirror to yourself, all you can see is your own face. If you are still in the mirror and see the scenery outside the window, is it a mirror? I am afraid it is the display screen of a digital camera. Is there such a mirror in the world, which can take away the scenery in the mirror? If there is a place, it is the Qingying Mirror in my hand at this time.

I turned the mirror of the Qingying Mirror upside down and saw at a glance that the mirror was still the petroglyphs on the mountain wall, as long as I couldn't think of it, I couldn't disperse my consciousness, and I could use the Qingying Mirror to "take away" the scenery it had illuminated. This is my sudden realization after standing in front of the petroglyphs and entering a strange state, and the Qingying Mirror has since added another wonderful use. Maybe it's not the magic of the Qing Ming Mirror, but the magic of me, a "person". When we walked through a place and saw a beautiful landscape. Can't you just keep it in your mind and take it away? Using the Blue Mirror is just a more direct and magical way. I don't know how amazing this mirror is! It shows me more and more miracles.

As soon as I thought about it, the petroglyphs in the mirror disappeared and still looked like a mirror, and I saw my own face. In the mirror, the human head is unkempt and dusty. The way I looked scared me. At this moment, my mind moved, and the petroglyphs all over the mountain emitted a message that there was some danger approaching. I looked into the distance, frowned, and turned to go up the hill.

I'm hiding myself in the rocks. Motionlessly, he looked at the Qingying Mirror in his hand. The scene in the Qingying Mirror is the Yin Mountain Pass at night, which is the scene I used to "take away" before I hid. Before that, I also used the Qingying Mirror to create an illusion under the petroglyphs – I sat cross-legged there. The scene in the mirror was so clear that I could even see the breeze blowing the leaves, and I could see a figure approaching in the distance. It's magical, it's like a surveillance screen that doesn't require a camera. I gave the wonderful use of the Qingying Mirror a name called "Carrying the Scene".

Since I can't find any trace of Fu Ji with the round light mirror spell, I will use the technique of carrying the scenery to guard the rabbit. I think Fu Jie, I should have been chased by me, as long as his injury is a little better, he will definitely find a way to turn around and plot against me, but he really came! It was well hidden, and he stood still more than a dozen feet away, and slowly pulled out the Yanling knife. The Yan Ling Knife emitted a dark light, but no fluctuations spread.

How could the light be dark? It was the outline of the blade extending outward, and a phantus that seemed to have substance, and the two-foot short knife became a five-foot long blade, but no light came out. Then he threw the knife into the sky, and it began to spin silently like a slow-swimming fish in the air. There was no sound of wind in the rotation, but there were more and more knife shadows in the circle. The dark knife spun faster and faster, and it was no longer clear that the blade had turned into thousands of sword shadows.

Fu Jie, this person is very yin! He made a move, and the mana of the sword did not leak a trace of it, and he wanted to use the power of the spell to the extreme, and he couldn't restrain it, and the moment his divine qi fluctuated, he gave me a fatal blow. I could already see him, so I received the spell of the Qing Ying Mirror, and waited calmly for the moment when he made a move.

Suddenly, the entire mountain pass was illuminated by a strong light! The round of sword shadows in the air exploded, and it seemed like a bright sun exploded in midair. Thousands of blades of light and rain formed a flying net of heaven and earth, shooting from all directions towards my meditating figure. If I do sit there, I won't have time to dodge now. It's a pity I'm not there!

Fu Jie made a mistake, if he tested it before making a move, he should be able to show that it was just a phantom, not a real person. This kind of spell can't hide a master like him. It's a pity that he didn't, in order to hide his deeds, he gathered all his divine consciousness and essence, and only revealed his body at the final blow. His reaction was also very fast, and as soon as he attacked, he immediately made a decision, whether he succeeded or not, he immediately beckoned, withdrew the sword shadow light wheel in the air, stopped in front of him, and aimed in the direction where I was. At this moment, a zigzag lightning bolt came straight from the mountain—Fu Jie's sensitive divine reaction saved his life, because I had to expose it as soon as I cast a spell.

This time, I made my own shot, and the Divine Night Heavenly Thunder was much more powerful than the last time, because I had prepared for it. The lightning was slashing in the middle of the Blade Shadow Wheel of Light, scattering the wheel of light, and the original form of a two-foot short knife appeared in the air. The knife froze in the air, and the blade suddenly lit up, like a transparent filament, and at the same time there was a strange tearing sound. Although the two of us are plotters, as soon as we make a move, we are hand-to-hand, and there is no trick at all.

The mountain peaks reflected in the green mirror were in a trance, and the slashing force of the mountains and seas condensed into twisted electric beams, wave after wave of dragon snakes flying in the air, with a screeching sound and friction sound, and pounced towards Fu Jie. Fu Jie's Yanling knife no longer rotated, but froze in the air, becoming brighter and brighter, the original shape of the two-foot blade was no longer visible, and it became a bright knife, and the outline of the blade became larger and larger, and it had become more than nine feet long. The knife was so bright that I couldn't see it behind the cover of the weapon.

It looked like I was attacking him and he was defending, and neither of us was talking, it was a balanced situation. Fu Jie, he didn't defuse my attack, his knife was strange, he condensed all my attack power on the knife, and accumulated more and more.