As soon as you step out, the scenery changes for a moment. The elegant room is engulfed by the vast skylight, and the sound of wind passes through your ears, making you cry like you are complaining.
The sun and moon are dim, and the surrounding fields are lonely. The biting wind could not move the corners of the woman's hair and robe, but it brought the misery and Xiao Shuo that penetrated her soul.
Mirror Yingrong overlooks the desolate land below. There are no traces of life on the ground. Years of wind have eroded deep ravines and residual hills. The scattered rock communities have been carved by time into grotesque and twisted shapes.
Ji Yanzhu was still immersed in the excitement: "Holy Mountain! Holy... Hey, where is the mountain?"
It came back to its senses and questioned this scene.
Ji Jie Bi also wondered: "There seems to be no place that looks like a ruins around here."
Jing Yingrong raised his left hand and pointed forward.
"There."
The three spirits "looked" in the direction she pointed.
At the end of the field of vision, there is only a horizontal line formed by the intersection of sky and earth, extending infinitely to both sides.
After a long time, Ji Shajian asked in confusion: "Isn't that nothing?"
Jing Yingrong said nothing and walked forward.
Thousands of miles away condensed into a few steps, she walked against the wind, as if heading to the source of the eternal wind.
The three spirits were confused at first, but soon they discovered the clues.
There seems to be nothing on the horizon, but the closer you get, the more familiar you can feel.
Surprised emotions swept through the sea of consciousness. Finally, Jijie Bi asked in an incredible tone: "Is that... Chaos Storm?!"
Jing Yingrong stopped.
"Um."
That infinitely stretching straight line now stretches across the front.
It is not a geographical concept like "horizon", but a real line formed by the intersection of the sky and the ground.
The sky collapses here, and the curtain of skylight and clouds hangs down, like a Milky Way waterfall hanging high in the sky for nine days, rolling down to the ground.
The vast wall of light connects to the sky and touches the earth. It stretches to the left and right endlessly, like the edge of the world.
The psychedelic light and shadow in the wall were suddenly chaotic storms.
The chaotic storm swirls around, and its terrifying power disrupts the order of heaven and earth, thus giving birth to the never-ending wind.
"Doesn't Chaos Storm only exist in the endless void? How can it be here?"
Ji Yanzhu was puzzled, "And why is this place like this?"
Ji Sha Jian said: "Could this be the ruins of the Holy Mountain?"
Jing Yingrong did not respond.
She moved again and her body disappeared into the wall of light.
The chaotic storm was approaching violently, but it showed its gentleness as it approached, turning into light smoke and soft water, and slinking away from her obediently.
She walked forward slowly, and soon the light suddenly dimmed.
With another step, the wall of light and the storm of chaos were left behind, and they suddenly disappeared. Above my head and my feet, in all directions, there was only boundless darkness.
There was deathly silence all around, and there was only one color left in the whole world, which was a black deeper than the night, just like the woman's childlike eyes.
Jing Yingrong's gaze fell on an unknown place in the darkness, and he said calmly: "The holy mountain was originally here, and this is the ruins."
Perhaps due to the influence of the environment, the sea of consciousness was quiet for a few breaths.
Ji Sha Jian unconsciously lowered his voice and murmured: "Isn't this still... nothing?"
Jing Yingrong: "The Holy Mountain no longer exists, so this is the only one left."
"What do you mean it doesn't exist anymore?"
As soon as he finished asking, Ji Sha Jian reacted, "Were you completely defeated? Even this space?!"
"Um."
The reflection in the mirror slowly strolls. Here, time and space lose their meaning, and everything returns to nothingness.
"The Holy Mountain, the endless void above the Holy Mountain, and the endless underground below were all shattered. The space was annihilated, the energy was chaotic, the power of chaos poured down, and the power of the earth's veins rushed up. In the end, it became this scene. "
She said in the sea of consciousness, but her words seemed to ring outside her body, echoing faintly in the darkness, appearing somewhat ethereal.
The Nine Heavens were shattered, the Nine Netherworlds collapsed, and the sky and the earth were connected from top to bottom. This was a true "sky collapse and earth collapse".
That unprecedented battle is now summed up in a few words, and one can't help but feel that the times have changed.
But for the weapon spirits who know how powerful it is to achieve this result, the contrast will only deepen the impact it brings.
Sanling digested the news silently, and no one spoke for a while.
Jing Yingrong was walking. Suddenly, she stared at somewhere and said with slight surprise: "Huh?"
Jijie Pen: "What's wrong?"
Jing Yingrong: "There is something."
She raised her palm lightly, as if lifting a bead curtain.
It seemed as if a curtain that merged with the darkness was lifted in front of him, revealing the scene inside.
In the distance, there is something, like a firefly in the dark night, emitting a hazy light.
If you look closely, you will see that they are strange buildings that are tightly connected. Behind the buildings, there is a larger, intertwined foreign object, like the roots of a giant tree piercing deeply into the darkness.
From a distance, this building complex looks like glowing moss clinging to the black rock wall.
The moment Jing Yingrong lifted off the covering barrier, the light on the surface of the building flickered violently, and the too-fast frequency clearly conveyed a warning.
The formation restriction was instantly activated, and a huge network of spiritual patterns formed out of thin air, tightly covering the entire building complex. The formed protection had as many as nine layers, and the power of each layer was enough to defeat most powerful people in the world. Intimidated.
Inside the building, the walls, beams, floors, and roofs were all lit up with complex patterns, and sharp whistles resounded from every corner.
The busy creatures immediately stopped what they were doing. Some were stunned, some were panic-stricken, and some were still frightened, but quickly put away their important things and went to hide in the secret room.
More than a dozen figures appeared in a hall at the same time, and another figure had arrived before them.
"Senior Yan, are you on duty today?"
A woman standing in front of the group asked subconsciously. After saying this, she realized that this was not the time to ask this question. She hurriedly said: "Is there really an enemy coming?! Is it a human or a demon?"
Yan Lan looked calm and said: "Whether it is an enemy or not is up for debate, but this place must not be exposed. Master Zhao, please lead your people to be ready to launch the trap formation and killing formation at any time. I will send a message to the king to make a decision."
The woman surnamed Zhao said yes, but before she could take action, Yan Lan's expression changed.
Yan Lan raised her head slightly and faced a certain direction. Her gaze seemed to penetrate the barrier between the brocade and the building, and fell on someone who had entered the range of her consciousness.
There is no spiritual energy in this darkness, and spiritual consciousness is also suppressed. Even for Mahayana monks, the coverage of their spiritual consciousness is only within the area covered by the defensive formation.
But just now a living creature appeared in her consciousness.
How did the other party break through the layers of formations quietly and come in?
Just as Yan Lan had this thought, she recognized the person in an instant.
She was stunned for a moment, then her chest rose and fell, she exhaled slightly, and then her expression returned to normal.
"The plan has changed. I'm going to meet the guests. Everyone should stay where they are and don't act rashly."
Light flashed in Yan Lan's palm, and a bloody jade talisman appeared.
She bit her fingertip, forced out a drop of blood and applied it to the talisman. The jade talisman burst out with a burst of bright light and instantly turned into powder.
After doing this, she was slightly relieved, then opened the door and set out to welcome him out.
