When we parted, Taixuan Qiankun Pot was no longer disappointed. It devoted itself to cultivation with high morale and high spirits.
Jing Yingrong walked out of the mountain and stopped under an ancient tree on the mountainside of Taiyue Mountain.
Ji Jie Pen: "Where to go next?"
Looking into the vast sea of clouds in the distance, the reflection in the mirror says, "The sky is deep."
Just as she was about to teleport, Ji Sha Jian suddenly said: "Wait a moment."
Jing Yingrong: "?"
"A bowl of water must be leveled, right? Why don't you go and take a look at Taiqing Taixu?"
"..."
Ji Yanzhu was reluctant: "It's very difficult to talk to them."
Ji Jie Bi: "Maybe they have changed over the years?"
Jiyanzhu: "Well... okay!"
So Jing Yingrong temporarily changed his mind.
Too clear lamp, too empty soil.
These two Zhenpai Taoist tools are placed in the same place.
Zongmen main hall, back hall.
In the neat and ordinary room, an oil lamp burned quietly on the table.
It was clearly daytime, but everything in the room was immersed in dim and soft light. With the oil lamp as the center, every object cast a long shadow.
Transparent ripples spread out, and the reflection in the mirror slowly walked out.
Behind her, the shadows of the Jisha Sword, Jijie Pen and Jiyan Pearl were reflected on the ground.
But only hers was missing.
Jing Yingrong walked to the table and stared at the oil lamp.
After a while, two spiritual consciousnesses entered the sea of consciousness.
"Boss."
Two voices sounded at the same time. Although there were two voices, it sounded like there was only one, and the volume of the other was extremely weak, almost being covered up.
Jing Yingrong said "hmm".
After a long time, two voices said: "Hello, you three."
Ji Sha Jian: "The two of you still speak with the same virtue, and it hasn't changed at all."
Ji Yanzhu: "It's still very difficult!"
Ji Jie Bi: "I'm overthinking."
The same time passed again——
"It's changing."
After a while——
"Homura, don't worry."
at last--
"What does the boundary mean?"
Jiyanzhu: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Jijie Pen: "It's okay, I didn't mean anything. Flame, calm down."
Ji Sha Jian: "What's wrong with you... No, just pretend I didn't ask, so you don't need to answer me."
Ji Yanzhu suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said: "Qing Heyu is at home, you don't need to ask!"
But it was too late.
A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour...
After a fixed interval, the belated question finally arrived:
"Aren't Qing and Yu together?"
Ji Sha Jian: "I can't stand it anymore."
Ji Yanzhu: "You asked the mirror to carry water!"
Jijiebi: "I've seen it, and I've brought the water. How about we go to Tianyuan to look at the mirror."
Jing Yingrong: "Wait, they have something else to do."
Sanling: "..."
After a while, the two voices separated, and the louder one made a strenuous sound:
"Uhhhhhhhhhh-!"
Along with the sound, the flame of the oil lamp trembled twitchingly.
The lights in the room rippled like water waves, and the shadows of objects twisted and swayed, almost like dancing ghosts.
A small shadow appeared at Jing Yingrong's feet, and the shadow slowly lengthened, just like her shadow.
But before the shadow could take shape, it suddenly shattered into countless tiny dark fragments and were lost in the light.
After the interval passed, Taiqing Deng said calmly: "Failure."
At the same time, the small circle of black shadow under the lamp base moved.
This circle of black shadow could easily be mistaken for the shadow of an oil lamp. It slowly squirmed and spread, like a pool of spreading ink, and then the surface expanded and bulged, changing from a flat surface to a three-dimensional object, like a ball of flowing black mud.
The black mud quickly rose up, growing bigger and bigger, standing like a black clay figure on the table. The clay figurine gradually grew a head and limbs, and its body shape was almost the same as the one reflected in the mirror.
But this was the limit, and it failed to manifest further outlines. The clay figure melted and collapsed instantly, fell to the table and returned to a black shadow, then shrank back under the oil lamp.
After a long time, Taixu Rang said in an inaudible voice: "Failure..."
Ji Sha Jian: "It's surprising that it succeeded! It's okay, right? Let's go, let's go."
Jing Yingrong remembered another thing and asked Taiqing Deng: "Are there any people you are monitoring alive?"
Upon hearing this question, the lamp flame flickered slightly, and then, several dark humanoid shadows appeared in the air.
These shadows are thin, like the silhouettes of characters in a shadow puppet show.
They show different postures, some are lying down and raising their arms as if they are writing, some are opening and closing their lips as if talking to others, some are walking quickly in place, and some are leaning slightly with their clothes and sleeves flying, probably in the presence of imperial weapons. flight.
Jing Yingrong looked at the shadows who were performing various activities, while Sanling guessed and discussed the identity of the person corresponding to each shadow.
Taiqing Deng’s answer is still late:
"Those who took refuge in the monsters have been eliminated. The remaining group are those who colluded with evil cultivators. Boss, who do you want to die?"
Jing Yingrong shook his head: "I don't have anyone I want to kill."
Immediately, she raised her hand and pointed at one of the strangely moving shadows and asked, "What is this person doing?"
The shadow was hanging upside down on its head and feet, waving its hands as if struggling fiercely. What's even weirder is that the legs are disappearing rapidly.
By the time Taiqing Lantern's voice sounded, the shadow had completely disappeared.
"He's being eaten by monsters."
Ji Jie Bi: "It seems that he is someone fighting outside."
Ji Yanzhu: "The one next to me is the same, it looks like he is fighting."
The other shadow pointed by the Extreme Flame Pearl was making various movements to cast spells.
Ji Sha Sword: "It looks like he has good strength. This person is...forget it, I won't ask."
The three spirits discussed for a while, and then Taiqing Deng reported the situation of the previous shadow:
"Confirmed death."
Jing Yingrong withdrew her gaze from the shadows and said to Tai Qing Deng and Tai Xu Rang, "I'm leaving."
She patiently waited until the two replied "Goodbye, boss" to her before leaving.
The place is empty again.
After a while, the shadow-like Taixu soil moved again.
Spiritual consciousness carries the words and floats in the temple.
"I will challenge you next time and make your own shadow and clay puppet..."
time flies……
Taiqing Deng: "You delayed for too long, the boss has left."
Passing by...
Tai Xurang: "Oh..."
…
Taiqing Deng: "Learn from me, I'm faster than you."
…
Tai Xurang: "Okay..."
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He said he was going to Tianyuan, but when Jing Yingrong searched for Yanlan's location, he found that he was not in Tianyuan at this time.
Demon realm.
Yan Lan stands on the clouds, staring down at the boundless land.
Below is a primitive and beautiful mountain forest, where several kinds of monsters live.
Due to the launch of the beast tide, the number of remaining monsters in the Demon Realm has been greatly reduced, and this area is no exception.
Most of the people left here are immature cubs and beasts that have not been completely demonized.
The unfolding spiritual consciousness is vast and subtle, sweeping through this place over and over again.
Yan Lan continued to carve the information obtained by her spiritual consciousness into the jade slips in her hands.
Monster species, quantity, distribution, growth status, cultivation range, topography, geological composition, basin water energy, vegetation properties, temperature and humidity, aura content...
The investigation projects were completed one by one. Yan Lan put away the jade slips, took out a map, and started to check the next investigation area.
At this moment, Jing Yingrong appeared in front of her.
