Feng Wuxie's whole body seemed to be frozen, staring closely at the feather in his palm.
This is the only thing left after the crow was killed.
For a long time, she was just taken as a souvenir and carried with her.
But now, in this strange mirror domain, in the state of the power of the eternal night, such a change has actually occurred!
This should be the second time-
The vision changes related to the killing of the crow...
She took out a small bronze clock from her body.
-This is the Horcrux that was captured from the Sacred Slayer before, containing the power of the crow slay!
In retrospect, when she was undergoing the Heavenly Poison Trial in the Poison Vein, this little bell had a reaction of absorbing the evil power of the evil beast.
Feng Wuxie wants to see, will it change here too
did not expect-
As soon as the little clock was taken out by her, it suddenly made a crisp sound!
After that, the cracks quickly covered the body of the clock!
This change came so fast that Feng Wuxie hadn't had time to react, and the little bell smashed into powder with a violent cry!
She noticed that a gray breath rose from it, and then it was completely absorbed by the black feathers left by the crow kill.
This series of things happened between the electric light and flint, and when Feng Wuxie recovered, everything was over.
The black feather lay quietly on her palm, as if nothing had happened...
But the powder left on the other hand told her—
What happened just now is by no means an illusion!
Feng Wuxie's heart beat uncontrollably and violently!
She was a little expectant, but a little nervous.
In the Poison Vein last time, Xiao Zhong did not change after absorbing a large amount of evil energy.
This has made her realize that even if the unrealistic idea in her heart can be realized, it will definitely be difficult!
So this time, Feng Wuxie didn't dare to hold too much extravagant hope.
She observed carefully for a long time before confirming that the black feathers left by the crow slay had not changed.
—It seems... more colorful
Feng Wuxie sighed and put his hand down.
Although I was mentally prepared, I still felt a bit disappointed.
"Crow Kill... As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will find a way to resurrect you..." Feng Wuxie couldn't help muttering.
She put Hei Yu back on her body, lowered her mind, and began to adjust her breath.
Time passed bit by bit.
After some repairs, everyone in the eternal night has basically recovered their physical strength and spirit.
But as the time limit of twelve hours gradually approached, their emotions changed from anxiety to numbness, and they slowly began to panic and anxious.
At the beginning, the man who lost control of his emotions had picked up the key of life he had thrown away, and now he was nervous and sweating.
-Feng Wuxie knows him, he is a disciple of the Feng family.
Suddenly, the man stood up and threw himself in front of the Phantom Wall!
"Miss San...Miss San! I don't want to die, you save me..." He whispered, begging tremblingly.
Feng Wuxie's eyes were deep, and he didn't say anything, and he couldn't say anything.
What.
Language is pale and weak at this time.
The disciple of the Feng family turned his head and knelt in front of Feng Mingzhu again: "Patriarch, please, find a way to save me..."
Feng Mingzhu comforted him softly, while raising her head to look at Feng Wuxie.
The two eyes met, but they both sighed helplessly.
At this time, it is getting closer and closer to the end of the first day, no matter how sure this is impossible, people start to get nervous.
Some people began to deliberately talk and laugh loudly to comfort each other.
Some people began to tremble uncontrollably, showing despair on their faces.
But everyone has the same pale complexion and restless eyes!
At this moment, Gong Feibai, who had been sitting on the ground, raised his head and closed the book in his hand.
He walked over and arched his hands: "Sister Feng, it's easy to talk."
Feng Wuxie was holding Yun Shu's small hand to comfort him, and then turned around and replied, "Senior Gong, please speak."
"Sister Feng, according to what you said before, I'm afraid it will be time for my life and death to be resolved in a while." He looked calm and didn't seem to be worried about his life safety.
"Senior Brother Gong seems to be very calm." Feng Wuxie's heart was solemn, but she didn't want to put pressure on him anymore, so she replied lightly.
"It's just life and death. When you embark on the road of cultivation, you have long been disregarded." Gong Feibai said quietly with clear eyes.
Feng Wuxie didn't think he was lying.
Suddenly, this man carried a kind of free and easy, which made people unable to feel sick.
Gong Feibai didn't stop, and then said: "I like traveling since I was a child. After I succeeded in my studies, I have a wish-to write a book of experiences and customs to capture the customs and customs of all parts of the mainland!"
Having said that, his eyes were so bright as if there was an inexplicable look.
Obviously, this is one of his favorite things.
"Good idea, there seems to be no similar document in the current classics." Feng Wuxie couldn't help but praise.
Most of the books circulating at present are related to spiritism and medicine. Even some biographies are mainly to record some historical stories.
What Gong Feibai wanted to write was obviously a book dedicated to recording the culture and scenery of various places.
He stretched out his hand, holding the booklet he had recorded before: "I have finished a quarter of this book."
"The rest, I originally wanted to wait until my child was born, and then take his wife and children to travel with famous mountains and rivers to make up for it." Gong Feibai said here, his eyes were slightly sad: "But now, I am afraid it is hard to have a chance."
"Brother Gong doesn't have to be so pessimistic." Feng Wuxie exhorted.
Gong Feibai smiled and shook his head, wanting to say something.
But after thinking about it, he just replied, "Junior Sister Feng is right."
After speaking, he returned to the original place with a slight bow.
Feng Wuxie felt that he seemed to be hesitant to speak, but since Gong Feibai didn't continue, she didn't ask any more questions.
The light of the night spar appeared weaker and weaker in the dark night.
Yun Shu nestled by Feng Wuxie's side, quietly watching the timing
The quicksand in the hourglass slowly diminished, and the bright eyes were stained with sadness.
He is very dependent on Feng Wuxie. From this day on, he seems to really regard Feng Wuxie as his own sister.
Emperor Qianxie is also rare, and instead of chasing the young boy away from Feng Wuxie, he let this little guy depend on his wife.
It is rare for Di Qianxie to be so gentle to children, and he seems to regard Yun Shu as his younger brother.
"Lord, it's almost finished." Yun Shu pointed to the phantom of the hourglass not far away, but at the moment he raised his hand, he exclaimed, and then quickly retracted his hand.
Feng Wuxie's eyesight was so keen, he caught that moment all at once—
Yun Shu's hand... has become a black shadow like nothing!
"Yun Shu..." Feng Wuxie's heart sank, holding Yun Shu's hand in her palm, her fingertips trembling...
it is true…
Everything Jing Ling said is true...
Yun Shu will really become a shadow!
No, not only Yun Shu... but also Gong Gong... and many others...
Tonight, forty people will be selected to enter the gate of death, and finally turn into shadows in the ancient mirror of glaze jade!
The key to life is not redemption at all, but killing!
At the same time, Feng Wuxie saw that there were more people whose bodies were changing...
Many black afterimages rose from the sleeves of those people, looming...
They were either in horror, or staring blankly at their shadowed palms, their faces eventually becoming helpless or desperate!
By Feng Wuxie's side, five poison masters were selected into the gate of death.
Unwilling to sit and wait for death, she turned out the Vientiane Secret Needle, and desperately applied acupuncture techniques to those people, continuously injecting spiritual power into their bodies...
But it didn't work!
"Thank you Lord... Lord Feng, you can take back the needle, and you don't have to waste spiritual power for us anymore." The Poison Master who didn't mingled cicada smiled bitterly and persuaded him.
"Yes, Lord, since you are unable to return to heaven, please... save your remaining energy. The day we joined Buming Cicada, we were all ready to sacrifice their lives for Buming Cicada." Exporting comfortingly said: "We have done our best, in the future, please Lord... take care."
Feng Wuxie saw that even half of their bodies had gradually turned into shadows, but he had nothing to do. He only felt that his heart was heavy, like a huge rock!
She clenched her fist and looked at Emperor Qianxie—
Di Qianxie shook his head at her.
Before the time had come, he couldn't make a move either.
"Feng... Lord..."
Yun Shu tugged at the corner of Feng Wuxie's clothes.
At this time, half of his face has gradually turned into a shadow, and it has become looming in the night, but in his eyes, there is no previous fear, but with crystal tears, he asked with hope and yearning. :
"Lord, before, Li Yun always said that after death, the soul will reunite with the person he loves the most. Then after I die, will I be able to find my sister?"
(End of this chapter)