Fix your sister's fairy

"One step and a half meters, straight forward, hold the rope with your right hand, do not turn or retreat, and keep the Lingtai clear. "

"Don't try to poke out your divine sense to observe this white mist, your divine sense will only feel the vast vitality, if you accidentally touch the soul sand of the Nine Shadows Cemetery, it will be all over. "

"If you see any weird and horrible scenes... That's no way, let's see the move. "

Mo Yi and Venerable Qingxuan stood on the side of the two ropes and looked at each other, each other's eyes were quiet, and after instructing the precautions, Mo Yi turned his head to look at Zhao Mad and Gongsun Ruoji behind him, the two did not react much, he bowed his head to the bloody sword tied to the rope and ordered on the ground: "Take care of the Holy Maiden of the mountain, if she has any changes, try to stop her on the premise of leaving her life." "

"Her sea of qi is sealed, what kind of wind and waves can she turn over?" Zhao Mad frowned, glanced at the holy woman who was standing in the green grass not far away, looking at the misty sky in the distance, and said: "It is rumored that the Holy Maiden of Pishan is the first demon in the immortal cultivation world throughout the ages, but if she is sealed in the sea of mana power, how is it different from mortals?"

"I hope so. Mo Yi looked at the saint and whispered, the saint seemed to be aware of Mo Yi's gaze, and her eyes were as quiet as the constant "ninety-eighty-zero" warm light of the glass cup.

"Let's go, teacher," Mo Yi said to Venerable Qingxuan, who was only five meters apart by another rope.

Venerable Qingxuan bowed slightly, looked into the white mist, and the two of them took a step at the same time, the pace was exactly half a meter, no more, no less, and the heart comprehended the general and took the next step again, without too many words, the two of them walked into the white mist at a uniform speed as Mingwu thought in each other's hearts, and their backs gradually disappeared in it within tens of meters.

Zhao Mad and Gongsun Ruoji glanced at each other, and their eyes slowly fell on the saint not far away, at this moment the saint squatted on the ground, stretched out her plain white right hand and stroked a pale pink flower, this flower grows in the place where the green space and the white sand divide, the petals are also strangely divided into two colors, gray and pink, showing two forms of life and death at the same time.

She sighed silently, but there was still no wave on her face, as if she was lamenting, but she couldn't afford to feel even a little pity from the bottom of her heart.

The white mist is hazy.

His gaze fell into the mystery of the white fog that caught in the sky.

Mo Yi couldn't tell the front and back for a long time, and after going deep into the white mist, the sense of touch was infinitely reduced, and he only felt that he was walking in a chaotic white, and what he was stepping on was not the earth but the void, and the footsteps were gradually blurred, and he could only hear his steady breathing and heartbeat.

Reaching out and not seeing the five fingers are suitable for darkness and also for white fog, Mo Yi looked sideways, only five meters but he couldn't see even the slightest outline of the cyan figure, he subconsciously called her name, and the voice seemed to be swallowed, and even made people wonder if he had said it.

Mo Yi is not in a hurry and still walks forward, the rope extends forward like infinity, it should be said that it can only extend more than five kilometers, the sense of time is worn out here, he can't even know how far he has gone, and how long the time has passed quietly, he only knows that he should go on and keep his pace, because there is another person who is doing the same thing as himself five meters away, and she won't stop if she doesn't stop, if she stops...

Mo Yi raised his steps again and froze for a second when he was about to fall, but in an instant he stepped down heavily and continued to move forward, and there was only one reason why he almost stopped-

He began to see visions and hear visions.

"Stump, Tread, Tread—"

It's the sound of footsteps, very constant, basically the same as his own footsteps but there are differences, it is by no means Qingxuan's footsteps, because the size of the sound is different, the person who stepped out of this footstep is about the same figure as himself, and his weight is about the same, and he walks very steadily, but he is also cautious.

There are others in the White Mist.

Mo Yi kept walking forward, his left hand stretched out and tried to take out a long sword from the Nawu ring, but the strange thing was that the Nawu ring did not react, and he couldn't get a sense of the Nawu ring here.

The different footsteps were very close, even five meters away, and what was even more strange was that the footsteps actually came from the sky, Mo Yi didn't look up and look ahead, if he had a problem, then there should be a person who was about the same size as himself and was moving forward at a speed of five meters and a half meter directly above him.

Quietly, another period of time passed, and instead of disappearing, the footsteps became clearer, and... Much more!

From Mo Yi's left-hand side, from Mo Yi's side, from Mo Yi's rear... As he continued to advance, all kinds of footsteps, overlapping and messy, were in all directions of Mo Yi

At first, Mo Yi thought it was just his hearing being confused, but after a while, he realized that he was wrong, and a footstep appeared again, only this time it was so close to him, right in his ears, he couldn't help but look around, and then saw his face.

Just like looking in a mirror, Mo Yi saw his face and whole body, but there was no mirror in the white mist, and what he saw was a person who looked exactly like him staring at him.

"Mirror?" he whispered, and the man made the same sound.

"Hallucinations?" he added, and the man made the same sound.

At this moment, Mo Yi was quiet for a few seconds and suddenly said, "Rock-paper-scissors." "

With that, he used his left hand to make a pair of scissors, and the one next to him came out of a rock.

"I won, you're not me. That "Mo Yi" said: "Remember, kill Tiangu." "

Quietly, just like waves on the water, the "Mo Yi" disappeared, Mo Yi looked at the white mist in a daze, and the next moment, another back appeared in front of him, and that back was exactly the same as himself.

"Hello friend in front?" Mo Yi tried to say hello.

"One step and a half meters, straight forward, hold the rope with your right hand, do not turn or retreat, keep the Lingtai clear... That's what I said, right?" Unexpectedly, the back figure did not turn back but said to Mo Yi.

"Yes. Mo Yi said.

"Who's next to you?" asked the back.

"It's the teacher. Mo Yi replied.

"Then you are so lucky, she died in Bishan, please don't try to bear her, only if you lose will you know how to cherish, this sentence used to be said to other people in that world, and the same applies to yourself. The voice of the back in front of him was very faint, and Mo Yi saw depression and heaviness from that back, but more of a dead sadness.....

After a while, the back in front of him disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

The next phantom appeared behind Mo Yi, not that Mo Yi spotted him first, but that he shouted, "Hello friend in front?"

Mo Yi didn't look back and walked forward steadily, but just thought about it and asked, "Who is on your right?"

The person behind him was stunned for a moment and said, "It's my sister." "

"What was the result of the Battle of Bishan?" Mo Yi asked.

"What is the battle of Pishan? Nothing happened in Bishan... How do you know about Tianchi, who you are, you...."

When the person behind him wanted to ask something, the voice drifted farther and farther away like an infinite elongation until it disappeared.

Don't kill Tiangu, then you are really lucky, how about the battle of Bishan...

At this time, Mo Yi also understood that all this was not an illusion, but this strange white fog did not know how to use magic to "space"

, "Time" folded, here he can actually peek at the parallel world of each self who came to this white fog, those "themselves" are all "Mo Yi" who have experienced different encounters and different stories, but the white fog coincidentally gives them all the opportunity to see each other, and even communicate.

It felt amazing, a few minutes later, Mo Yi encountered the phantom again, this "self" was walking in front of him, but compared to himself, this "Mo Yi" was shrouded in a blood-colored aura, his long hair was dyed scarlet, his white robe was stained with countless blood, and he carried a bloody sword on his waist but did not see the shadow of the Demon Sealing Sword.

When Mo Yi was about to try to say hello, the blood-colored "Mo Yi" spoke first:

"You know, if this space can't really intervene with each other, I really want to turn around and kill you with a sword, believe me, if I kill you, I say a sword, I really only need a sword. "

Mo Yi was stunned by his words, but after a while, he came back to his senses and said, "Why?"

"Because of cowardice, because of weakness, that's why she died. "Blood 3.4" Mo Yi said lightly.

"If this space can intervene with each other, I will probably slash before you. Mo Yi looked at his side face and said calmly: "In your world, you can't even protect her, and you still have the face to turn your anger on me?"

"Huh. The blood-colored "Mo Yi" laughed, staring sideways at Mo Yi, those eyes seemed to be filled with waves of universal blood, and the hatred in them was like a monster roaring fiercely, roaring and roaring hysterically at everything it watched, which was enough to make people feel the painstaking and heart-rending anger of its master.

The blood-colored "Mo Yi" drew out the bloody sword and swung a sword at Mo Yi, very lightly, the knife arc that appeared was as soft as the red catkins reflected in the sunset, Mo Yi did not dodge, let the knife arc pass through itself and then disappear in the rear.

"Remember this sword, this was the last scene she saw before she died. The blood-colored "Mo Yi" said.

"Who did that?" Mo Yi asked in a low voice.

"Changfengmen, Yi Haoran. He put away his sword, spoke, and the figure disappeared in the waves.

"Hmm. Mo Yi nodded, looked up and continued to move forward, and at this moment, a new phantom appeared around him..._

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