After entering the mirror, Ling Zhen realized that at this moment, he was in an incredible illusion.
The scene was so beyond the ordinary that even he, who had stayed in the secret realm of Chi Lian Guixu for four full years, was really shocked by the strange scenery in the cluster.
My scalp is numb!
Just because we are in this special place, what we are stepping on is not flat land at all, but glass!
It's not flat, but it's a colorful glass-like land.
And what was above the head was not the misty sky at all, but a mirror.
An extremely smooth mirror!
Ling Zhen stepped on the endless glazed land in the distance. When he raised his head, he could see himself in the mirror above, which was extremely clear.
It seems like you can easily touch the curtain by just jumping up and stretching out your hand.
Ling Zhen unsheathed his sword and held the Hongmo Sword in his hand. He jumped up with great luck and flew upwards as fast as he could.
But as his figure continued to improve, the height of the "mirror" also increased rapidly, up and up and up.
Ling Zhen's rising speed is almost the same as the mirror's rising speed.
That is to say, no matter how high Ling Zhen goes, he is determined not to touch the mirror.
The young man in green robe tried to use his sword energy to cut the curtain while rising into the air, but because the distance was too far, every slash he made with Hong Mo was in vain.
I have no idea what the extremely smooth glass mirror is!
Finally, he chose to give up the ascent and descend again, returning to Linmian.
After falling back to the ground, Ling Zhen began to draw his sword towards the hateful earth.
As he moved his sword towards the uneven glass blocks, they made a banging sound.
While shouting at the top of his lungs: "Where is this?! Is anyone here?! Let me out quickly!"
After shouting with all his strength, there were more and more glass fragments on the ground. They were all chopped up on the spot by Ling Zhen's tyrannical sword energy. They were all in pieces.
He still kept drawing out and returning his sword, as if he wanted to split the earth in one breath and open up the ground.
Since the top is out of reach, I will try to split the ground!
At this moment, Ling Zhen's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, banging like a sledgehammer beating a drum.
And in the lake of his heart, a special voice sounded out of thin air, that strange voice that he had never heard before, saying: "There is no end to the sea of suffering, so why bother to give up on your state of mind?"
After Ling Zhen heard this voice, he immediately stopped drawing his sword.
Buddhist?
Regardless of who this voice belongs to, at least that person is right.
Ling Zhen just now blindly threw out his sword energy, destroying a large amount of glazed ground. At the same time, he also realized that the water in his inner lake was surging, and his mental state was shaken like never before, spinning around.
This probably means that the "glazed glass" you are stepping on at this moment is most likely where your Tao heart is!
In this way, Ling Zhen is tantamount to self-destructive state of mind and self-destruction.
Once the glass on the ground is shattered, there is no doubt that his fate will be a tragic ending of a broken Taoist heart.
"Who are you? It's not a heroic act to hide in secret. If you have the ability, show up and take a few swords from me!"
Ling Zhen shouted loudly into the air.
At this moment, in the heart of the lake, there was a strange voice that was completely different from the one just now. It rang out and said: "Don't judge a hero by success or failure. The enemy of Yang is not as good as the enemy of Yin. You are in Yang, and the enemy is in Yin, so you will definitely be defeated!"
Is this a military strategist?
Ling Zhen became frightened and had no idea who the person who made those remarks was or where he was.
As that person said, he is on the "yang" side, and the enemy is on the "yin" side. One yang and one yin, how can he have half a chance of winning?
Ling Zhen bit his back teeth hard and continued to ask in a shocking voice: "Who are you? What's your purpose?! Come out if you have the guts and come in front of me! See if I don't kill them all with one sword." you!"
Ling Zhen was fully prepared. As soon as the enemy actually showed up, he would immediately use the last ray of Yu Youcong's supreme sword energy to kill them without leaving a trace.
At this moment, a third, completely different, brand-new voice sounded in the lake of the heart. The human voice said: "It is immeasurable and unfathomable. The Dharma is a man of the law, so how can he be killed?"
Oh, this time it’s the Legalists?
Ling Zhen's expression was very dazed. Due to his dizziness, it was difficult for him to fully straighten his body, and he was slightly staggering. However, his right hand holding the sword was still very firm.
No matter how strong or mysterious the enemy is, the sword in my hand will still not relax even a little bit.
The heart of the sword is stable!
For the fourth time, another completely unheard voice resounded in my heart. This time, the tone of the voice had a harsher tone: "Therefore, if you love each other, you will be governed, and if you are evil, you will be in chaos. If you bring benefits to others, get rid of them." If you die today, there will be peace!"
Ling Zhen was shocked by such a voice and his eyes widened.
If you don't attack and love at the same time, you will have peace.
Such ideas and concepts...are Mohists!
Buddhism, military, Dharma, and ink.
After these four schools, are Confucianism and Taoism still left? !
Sure enough, a fifth new voice suddenly sounded in Ling Zhenxin Lake.
The man spoke very fast, with a voice like thunder, and shouted angrily: "The one who created the figurines has no descendants? You are already a bereaved dog, and you can't let him die, so you can beat the drum and attack!"
Confucianism!
Damn it!
The young man in blue robe, who was extremely dizzy, shook his arms desperately, and danced his sword wildly. He cursed in his mouth: "He is full of benevolence and morality, but he is full of male thieves and female prostitutes. He is evil! Call me a lost dog." , then what are you? A shy turtle, a street rat! Hiding in the dark and not daring to show up, turtles and mice are hundreds of times stronger than you!"
After the fifth person Confucianism, the sixth person's unique sacred voice sounded leisurely from Ling Zhenxin Lake: "The way of cultivation is to steal the air of nothingness from the earth and steal the power of creation from yin and yang. The earth does nothing and does nothing. Also, in this case, we are all thieves!"
Ling Zhen just sneered after hearing this.
In an instant, a massive amount of alien energy poured into Ling Zhen's body. He was unable to resist it and could only let the energy flow in and was unable to discharge it.
When the breath enters the body, a strong feeling of dizziness arises, making people become more and more dazzled and dizzy.
The sixth person representing Hangmen continued: "Qi first, then Qi. Those who get it often seem to be drunk. How does it feel after being drunk?"
Ling Zhen, who was swaying like a drunken man, tried his best to stabilize his body. Although he could not stand up straight, he stopped swaying and responded loudly: "Drunk? What a joke! No matter how much I drink, I have never been drunk!"
"When mortals breathe, they have life and death; without breathing, there is no life and death."
After the sixth sentence came out, Ling Zhen felt that his heartbeat speed increased greatly, and then he couldn't breathe anymore.
Facing the disaster, the young man tried to use the "Turtle Breathing Technique" taught to him by Xu Bailing to resist the pain of strong suffocation.
However, just now, he somehow inhaled the true energy in his body, and now it began to rush wildly in the acupuncture points and veins in his body. Ling Zhen could no longer use any skills to save himself.
His mind became more and more dizzy, and his body gradually slumped down.
The hand holding the sword is about to loosen.
Just when Ling Zhen fell in the glazed ruins, feeling that he was about to be suffocated to death, a young man's voice sounded from the deepest part of his heart. The "young man" shouted at the top of his lungs: "Don't look at the bad guy's temporary madness. Look, Whoever spared me, stand up!"
stand up!
stand! rise! Come!
The three words resounded through Ling Zhen's mind like a thunderbolt, and their weight was extremely heavy and fierce.
As soon as these three words of mantra came out, Ling Zhen found that he had gradually regained the ability to breathe, his mind gradually became clear, and the vision in his eyes was no longer blurry. Of course, he still couldn't see anything else except the glazed earth.
The young man's originally limp body regained strength and strength, and began to stand up from the ground little by little!
The good man has a straight back.
Top, stand on the ground.
