Feng Wuxie stroked Fu Yunshu's head and snarled at the transparent wall.
Yun Shu immediately understood what Feng Wuxie meant, and obediently retreated behind Feng Wuxie.
Feng Wuxie looked at Feng Mingzhu and his party and asked with concern:
"Mingzhu, are you all okay, how did you get caught in? There was nothing wrong with the family, right?"
Feng Mingzhu's face was solemn, but her tone was steady:
"Wu Xie, the family side... With your brother-in-law and the emperor's leader helping guard, it should be fine. It's just that our spirit power is suppressed. Now, we are no different from ordinary people.
Then, Feng Mingzhu showed a wry smile:
"As for how I got caught... I only remember that I was resting at night, and I didn't expect to be here as soon as I opened my eyes... Every Feng family is like this."
Feng Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that his family was innocent, and then looked to the other side:
"Hong Luo, how is your situation there?"
Hong Luo immediately replied:
"Sister Lord, we were caught in a whirlpool by those vines in the rift, and then we landed on a grassland without casualties, but our spirit power was also suppressed."
As Hong Luo spoke, she patted the transparent phantom wall in front of her hard:
"What the hell is this, really annoying!"
Feng Wuxie shook his head and looked at Muyuan Pavilion at the other end through the glass wall. When he saw the blood on his sleeve, Feng Wuxie couldn't help but his expression became serious:
"Brother Mu, are you hurt?"
Hearing this, Mu Yuanting looked down at his wound, then waved his hand and said: "Oh, this injury is not harmful, it was accidentally injured when I fell to the ground, so don't worry about it."
After a pause, he added to Feng Wuxie:
"Lord, when we explored the surroundings, we found a city with a very strange architectural style, unlike what we have in this era. And—
Whenever we want to get closer, we will encounter changes in space, and then return to the original place. "
Feng Wuxie thought that it was probably Ancient Mingxian City.
"Well, we also encountered this situation here." Feng Wuxie nodded, "Then have you encountered an attack?"
"No enemy appeared." Mu Yuanting replied.
Feng Wuxie thought in her heart.
Her gaze passed through the illusory transparent wall, patrolling everyone in the phantom—
There seems to be no trace of fighting on everyone's body, and the traces on Mu Yuanting and others are also those in the cracks before, and they have not been added.
Could it be...
The people who control everything behind and attacked with Lingzhi, are they the only group of people
why
Just because she Feng Wuxie is here
Feng Wuxie looked at everyone in the phantom and sighed silently.
Jing Ling mentioned the soul-satisfaction before, and said that everyone here has become a destined person.
Since that person knows the existence of the soul-satisfaction, what is the relationship between him and the soul-satisfaction
The soul-satisfying evil force is ruining the world and must be stopped!
Although, if you want to save the world, you may inevitably have to sacrifice...
but!
She would never allow her relatives and friends who had supported her, helped her, and trusted her. Just because they were in contact with the fate of the soul, she would suffer innocently!
"Everyone, as for why you are here, let me try to explain it first—actually, what we are seeing is the inner domain of a Horcrux! This Horcrux is called the Ancient Mirror of Glazed Jade!"
Feng Wuxieyin went to not cicada
His internal secrets, the rest of the game rules about the ancient jade mirror and the so-called "gate of life and death" that Jing Ling said were all revealed one by one.
At present, the transparent glass wall has isolated a total of eight different mirror domains.
After listening to Feng Wuxie's narration, everyone in the mirror looked pale!
If it were not for personal experience, they would almost think they were dreaming!
"Everyone, this is not what I wanted, but it started because of me after all..."
Feng Wuxie lowered his eyes:
"I can't guarantee anything, but I will do my best to protect everyone."
After a while, someone tentatively opened his mouth and broke the silence:
"... So now, we have to choose those who sacrifice?"
It was Feng Qiongyu who spoke.
However, Li Yun didn't agree:
"But... what if what Jing Ling said is false? She can't kill us at all, but she just lures us to kill each other?" Li Yun asked.
When everyone heard it, their hearts jumped.
"Yeah, how can there be such a magical thing in this world!"
"But we are here inexplicably, why?"
"Yup… "
"There must be a problem..."
"It must be a trick!"
Opinions were divergent for a while.
But although most people said they didn't believe it, they still couldn't hide their anxiety.
Feng Wuxie's eyes flickered at the black vortex—the gate of death.
According to Jing Ling, there are a total of five hundred people.
Four deaths in exchange for a lifetime, 40 people die every day, in exchange for 10 people to survive.
Counting this down, the game will take ten days to end.
After ten days, the final result was that four hundred people died, and the remaining one hundred people could survive.
If this is true...
Then—
The price is too heavy.
It was so heavy that she also had a glimmer of hope in her heart.
—If there are other possibilities, even if they are only extremely small ones, she wants to try other ways to get through this level!
The thought in her heart was certain, and she stepped forward and looked into the darkness.
"Wuxie, what are you going to do?" Di Qianxie on the side noticed Feng Wuxie's behavior and asked.
He couldn't help but frowned-this woman, what is the wound to toss about
"Of course I have to think of a way." Feng Wuxie said, reaching out a little, and a Vientiane Secret Needle emerged.
Since the soul healing method can heal the soul, it can naturally also perceive the soul.
If what Jing Ling said is true, and Yong Ye can swallow a creature and turn it into a shadow, it will always leave traces of the soul.
But after a while, she frowned slightly and retracted the Tianji Needle.
There are indeed countless souls in that darkness.
But each one is full of chaos, as numb as a dead wood.
No useful information can be obtained from them.
That being the case... Feng Wuxie groaned slightly, and actually walked towards the door of death!
Di Qianxie raised her hand and dragged her back into his arms: "You can't think about it so you can go to death?"
Feng Wuxie stood up straight and shook his head:
"Who is going to die, I just want to take a closer look at the door of death and see if I can find a way to crack it."
Di Qianxie's face was solemn, and he refused without any leeway: "The power of that door is definitely not something you can resist now, so don't go.
Feng Wuxie sighed:
"I don't know if the gate of death can swallow the creatures, but I know that if one day passes, the mirror spirit will definitely be able to kill the four
Ten people! "
Feng Wuxie no longer pretended to be in front of him, and said helplessly:
"I want to find a way to survive..."
Di Qianxie seemed to know that Feng Wuxie was worried, and there was a touch of depth in her jet-black eyes.
"Instead of committing a risk, it's better to look at it again and see if there are loopholes in this so-called game.
He slowed down and spoke lightly:
"We know too little now to act rashly."
"But..." Feng Wuxie wanted to say something more, but Di Qianxie stretched out a slender finger and pressed his lips.
He wrapped her waist, leaned to her ear, and exhaled a warm breath: "I know what you are worried about."
Di Qianxie stroked Feng Wuxie's shoulders and stared deeply into her eyes.
"Don't worry, with me, even if they are really swallowed by darkness, I can find a way to rescue them."
"But now your spirit power is also suppressed..." Feng Wuxie muttered, "What can you do?"
His voice is soft, and his eyebrows are petting:
"Have you forgotten what Jing Ling said? Actually, this round was set for me. If I want to crack it, I will have a way."
Feng Wuxie still wants to ask—
Emperor Qianxie said again: "Believe in me."
Feng Wuxie stared at him in a daze, and the tension he had felt gradually eased.
When the two fell silent and felt a moment of peace, someone in the phantom said in harmony:
"Sister Feng."
Feng Wuxie turned his head to look, but he was a handsome man in a blue Confucian costume.
She only felt familiar, but she couldn't name her for a while.
Seeing her, the man couldn't remember, and his expression was not embarrassed: "The chief of the Eastern Desolation-now should be the former chief of the Eastern Desolation-Gong Feibai, I have seen Junior Sister Feng."
"It's been eight years, I wonder if Junior Sister Feng still remembers her classmates in the academy?"
Feng Wuxie was stunned.
She knows this one in front of her.
What impressed me the most was the day when Xiaobai broke his shell.
That day.
Above the soul sea, Qi Zhi, the chief of the Fourth House of the Taihuang Ancient Academy, and the chief disciples of the other three houses tried to take possession of Xiaobai who had just emerged from the egg.
However, Feng Wuxie was unable to fight because he had insufficient spirit power to repel the evil beast that had attacked before.
Thanks to the help of this brother Gong, the other three chief disciples were jealous.
So speaking, she still owes Gong Feibai a favor!
"Brother Gong, long time no see."
Feng Wuxie gave a gift:
"I'm sorry... I didn't expect that even you were involved this time."
"Life is impermanent, destiny is uncertain..." Gong Fei smiled freely and freely: "If you come, you will be at ease. Sister Feng doesn't have to feel guilty."
"Brother Gong can see..." Feng Wuxie also shook his head and laughed.
The two didn't know each other when they were in the college.
Although Feng Wuxie later became the chief disciple of the Northern Wilderness College, he usually learned poison from Xiao Zi, who was aliased as Jingshui at the time, or worked on the soul sea.
With Gong Feibai and other chiefs of the three hospitals, they were just nodding acquaintances, so they didn't think of it for a while.
"By the way, what happened to that king-level soul beast back then—it should be Xuelonglin—it must have been very mighty." Gong Feibai showed a look of nostalgia.
"Um... yes... right..." Feng Wuxie twitched the corners of his mouth, reluctantly replied.
The scenes of the little white bear kid committing a second act flashed in his mind.
—Forget it, let’s make a good impression on others...
(End of this chapter)