Dongfang Pei frowned, in his opinion, it was sunny in a clearing, and suddenly he wanted to see a ghost, the whole person became wrong, and he exclaimed.

He grabbed Feng Qinglang's shoulder and asked in a deep voice, "Qinglang, what do you see?"

"You... Didn't you see it?" Feng Qinglang pursed her lips, but her nostrils were breathing rapidly, and her brain wanted to run quickly to analyze the clues, but she froze again, and the whole shijie became sluggish.

"Nope"

Dongfang Pei's steady and thick voice somewhat calmed Feng Qinglang, he looked around, these temporary students did not pay attention to them, and all the shijie structures around him did not appear abnormal, but in his illusion shijie, there was one more Di Alun This time it was not a sculpture, but a real person......

"What the hell do you see?"

"The Real Man Who Sculpted the One"

When Feng Qinglang said this, no matter how shocked Dongfang Pei was to react, he had the courage to take two steps closer to Di Allen, to his surprise, the other party did not react, even if he had come to the side in front of the other party, Di Allen was still staring ahead, with a little bit of relief and a little loneliness.

Dongfang Pei could only rely on Feng Qinglang's reaction to judge what he saw in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Does that sage have a response?"

When he asked like this, Dongfang Pei's heartbeat couldn't help but become a little more anxious, when everything was normal, if the illusionist appeared another image, and there could be an interactive reaction, then it would not be a simple problem with the spiritual sea.

Fortunately, Feng Qinglang shook his head slightly and said: "No, he didn't have any reaction, just like a wax figure, no, it's like a top-notch three-dimensional magic pattern painting, just like the real thing."

Even if Feng Qinglang had come to the front of Di Allen, the focus of Di Allen's eyes was still not on Feng Qinglang, as if he could penetrate the other party's body and stare into the distance, that handsome and unparalleled face brought Feng Qinglang, in addition to the continuous shock, there was also the surging breath of life.

Dongfang Pei said in a deep voice: "Could it be that the ancestors of your clan left a mark in your spiritual sea, and now that you have reached the trigger condition, after all, you just dispersed the behemoth beast in the spiritual sea not long ago." ”

Feng Qinglang was puzzled: "If it is a spiritual imprint, then there should be instant communication, and it shouldn't be so condensed, it should be like it will dissipate at any time." ”

"Perhaps, you haven't met the conditions for interaction yet......" As he spoke, Dongfang Pei's voice also weakened, in the end, this comforting sentence was too unconvincing, and ordinary spiritual imprints could not be so complicated.

Who expected Feng Qinglang to nod and say: "There is indeed this possibility" His heart fluctuated, and he couldn't help but think of that stormy night many years ago, in the first two days of that night, it was just a deep test of the spiritual sea, did anyone find something from it?

His gaze fell on Di Allen's left hand, where he gently held a silver pocket scale, before Di Allen was too dazzling, almost let Feng Qinglang ignore the existence of this scale, this seems to be a handicraft gadget is so delicate that it is impossible to add more, there is a small golden box on the left side of the scale, but there is nothing on the right, but the balance is balanced, the middle of the balance is upside down with several weights of large and small, and the frosted surface layer is all dark gray, this is a very rare peculiar gray, deep as if... As if the most essential color of the soul.

This familiar thing made Feng Qinglang desperately search for the ancient illustrated book in his mind, and soon, let him find the corresponding item, his whole body trembled slightly again, the first holy relic of the undead shijie, the holy coffin of Fali

Legend has it that it appears in different sizes, colors, and forms in different lands and environments......

The left side of the scale represents respect for the rules of life, which carries the ashes of the greatest king in the history of the dead, Farry, and the right side represents the law of life, which seems to be empty, but it is balanced, but if you want the balance to be unbalanced, you must let go of the equivalent......

Legend has it that once the scales are out of balance, they can turn back time ⊥ the dead and bring the dead back to life

If it weren't for the fact that Feng Qinglang had read countless illustrated books in the blink of an eye, I am afraid that he would not have been able to think of such an unpopular legendary-level item.

Dongfang Pei behind him helplessly accompanied Feng Qinglang and bent down slightly, and also pretended to stare intently at somewhere, and said in a low voice: "Qinglang, your temporary students are starting to wonder a little about your strangeness, there seem to be more and more dark clouds in the sky, and there was thunder just now, I think your mood is very unstable, and the impact on the illusion shijie is getting bigger and bigger, I suggest you end this illusion immediately."

In fact, Feng Qinglang still wanted to take a closer look at the ancestor in front of him, and even wanted to touch the other party to determine what kind of spiritual category he belonged to, but fortunately, Dongfang Pei reminded him in time, understanding that now was by no means a very good time to study.

He straightened his waist again, and with a wave of his sleeves, the brilliant ribbon of light once again swept before everyone's eyes, and when their vision was clear, they were back in the opera house.

Feng Qinglang saw that everyone was looking around suspiciously, trying to determine whether he was still in the illusion, he tried to make himself look like everything was normal, and smiled calmly: "Everyone, welcome back Now it's really reality, don't do stupid things"

In a friendly laughter, Feng Qinglang hurriedly said a few perfunctory words, and then announced the end of this open class.

In the thunderous applause, Feng Qinglang bowed slightly to thank him, secretly glanced at Dongfang Pei, turned around and walked backstage.

Half an hour later, Feng Qinglang came to Dongfang Pei's private apartment again in the name of visiting.

His face was still a little pale, but his mood was far less turbulent than before, and he was relatively calm

Dongfang Pei smiled: "I also specially ordered someone to prepare a few bottles of spirits."

On that exquisite bar counter, there were indeed four bottles of Northern Kingdom spirits neatly placed, and it didn't look low-grade.

Feng Qinglang walked over, picked up one of the bottles, snapped open the lid, raised his head and poured the liquor into his mouth, pouring most of the bottle straight before putting the bottle down heavily, and when he turned around, with a "uh" belch, his face returned to ruddy.

Dongfang Pei decisively gave up the most comfortable chair and sighed: "That's a limited edition of Lordanlun, less than a hundred bottles are produced a year, and it is often drunk five minutes after opening the lid to taste the purest mellow fragrance, alas, you are a cow chewing peony......"

Feng Qinglang finally tugged at the corners of his mouth, took the remaining half bottle in his hand, walked back to the soft chair and sat down, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll drink the rest later." ”

Dongfang Pei said: "Okay, what's going on?"