Chapter 330

The ink warbler stroked her scarred face.

The man in the mirror did the same thing.

She blinks, and so does the person in the mirror.

Finally, Moying put on black gauze and black hat again, but the man in the mirror didn't, but shook his head at her.

"You are you, be yourself!"

The mirror opens with a warm and soft voice. Then the mirror breaks and everything dissipates.

When the ink warbler regained her consciousness, she found that she had stood in front of the arch. Looking up, she could see a line of colored words.

"You can go to the sixth level by breaking the demon in your heart."

Soon, the line disappeared.

The ink warbler stood in place, silent for a long time.

She didn't understand what the devil in her heart was.

But when Moying touched her face, she realized something.

"After leaving the altar, my face will become like this. This is a curse. Can I break it and break the happy devil?"

The ink warbler tried to continue to enter the illusion behind the arch to find the answer.

However, when she approached the arch, she was repelled by an invisible force and could not enter.

A line of text emerged in mid air.

"Break the devil in your heart first."

When the ink warbler finished reading this line, they gradually dissipated.

"It seems that it's time to go back, otherwise I won't be able to enter the opportunity area on the sixth floor of the cultivation tower all my life."

The ink warbler returns to the sword and goes to the fourth layer.

At this time, Huo Yunjie stumbled out of the battle chamber, fell to the ground and said, "I'm tired to death, but I can't pass the first-class difficulty level. I'm always so poor."

"Eh, fourth martial sister, how did you go?"

Huo Yunjie found that Moying went to the third floor and seemed to be going down the tower.

"I have something to go out."

The ink warbler dropped this sentence, then carried the medium-grade spirit sword and the windward flying sword and walked slowly to the bottom of the tower.

"Why is there a note?"

Huo Yunjie found a piece of paper on the ground with a line of beautiful words written by Mo Ying.

"I went to the dreamland area on the fifth floor."

This is the content of the text.

"She went to the fifth floor! But why did she suddenly go out again? Is there any secret in the dreamland area on the fifth floor? It should be said, "is it a task?"

"Or what I just saw was an illusion?"

Huo Yunjie slapped himself and felt very painful, indicating that the ink warbler he had just passed was true, and his heart became more and more confused.

The third floor, Wudao district.

There's still no one here.

"Unexpectedly, no one can pass through the gravity area... Eh, here comes one, younger martial sister Ruyu."

Moying found someone coming.

"Elder martial sister Mo!" Mammy rushed over and took Moying's arm. "Elder martial sister, why are you alone? What about the other senior brothers?"

"They're in the combat area on the fourth floor." Mo Ying said.

"What about you? Why don't you go to the fourth floor? "

"I'm going out of the tower to do business... By the way, the enlightenment area is to temporarily improve your understanding. Just grab a colored light mass."

With that, Mo Ying patted Yan Ruyu on the shoulder and walked along the stairs to the second floor.

"Work?"

Yan Ruyu pressed her lips with her fingers and thought about it, but she couldn't think of why. She quickly found a light group according to the guidance, crossed her knees to the ground and began to feel it.

The second floor of the cultivation tower.

"Younger martial sister, why did you come down?"

Shi Lei raised questions.

"Go out on business."

After that, Moying continued to go down the tower.

Seeing this scene, people's eyes were full of surprise.

"I feel that the fourth elder martial sister's strength has improved a lot." Xu Dalei looked at Moying's back and felt that she had a high and cold temperament. There was a palpitating sharp breath on her, which was very terrible.

"She is worthy of being the fourth elder martial sister. She came to Juyuan territory at a young age. Moreover, I think her strength is very strong. She should be able to fight the second and third levels of Juyuan territory." Muse whispered.

"Two younger martial brothers and sisters, practice hard. One day, you can too." Shi Lei uttered a mellow voice.

As a senior brother, he knows how to encourage younger martial brothers and sisters.

"Thank you, senior brother!"

The two nodded and continued to enter the gravity zone.

Ethereal peak.

"Are you going out? Well, be careful on the road. "

Ye Feng handed a thumb sized bead to Mo Ying, "here you are. If you encounter an irresistible terrorist crisis, crush it."

"Thank you, headmaster."

Mo Ying walked down the mountain road. On the eve of parting, she turned around and looked at Ye Feng, "headmaster, did you see my face one night a long time ago?"

"Well?"

Ye Feng's eyes coagulated and remembered that one night, the ink warbler sat on the roof to practice. The strong wind blew and lifted the black veil. It seemed that he really showed a perfect face.

Is this what Moying refers to?

"I see... Well, where are the people?"

Ye Feng looked up and was about to say something, but he found that Moying had already flown away with his sword, disappeared into the clouds and disappeared.

"This girl, run fast!"

Ye Feng shrugged and sat on the recliner, reading and studying.

"Headmaster, I'm so bored. I really want to go out and fight with the demon king." Fox imperial concubine Mei, who sat making tea, said.

"Fight?"

Ye Feng drew at the corner of his mouth, "with your current strength, the demon king who can fight you in the whole Nanjiang River Basin, I'm afraid there is only Mo Tianlong, the leader of Wandao alliance?"

The fox imperial concubine's eyes lit up.

Ye Feng suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

"No, don't go to him. That's an ally!"

Ye Feng quickly grabbed the fox's tail.

……

Thousands of miles away.

Deep in a vast mountain range.

With a sword, the ink warbler split a high demon soldier level monster, smoothly entered an eternal purple brown fog, and saw a lake shrouded in hazy fog.

She found a wooden boat at the ancient wooden wharf. She stepped on it, cut her fingers and dropped blood on the Spirit Crystal embedded in the bow of the boat.

Ding!

The wooden boat washed away the lead, turned into an octopus, swam nearly a hundred miles, and arrived at a beautiful island with a radius of 20 or 30 miles.

Stepping on the golden soft gravel on the bank again, the ink warbler felt that everything in front of him was so familiar.

"Are you back?"

An old hoarse voice sounded.

The ink warbler followed the sound and saw an old woman who was translucent all over standing in the air, holding the same translucent crutch, with a kind face and wet eyes.

She tore off her veil and threw away her black hat.

The scar on the face turns into an ancient magic pattern at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally gradually shrinks to form a purple black fishbone like mark the size of a fingernail, which is pasted on the center of the eyebrow.

Three thousand green silk fell and fluttered in the wind.

A face as beautiful as a mirror also appeared in the old woman's sight.

"Ah Ying, you've become beautiful."

The old woman praised.

"Old priest!"

A Ying, once a girl, rushed over, but found that she had passed through the old woman's body and could not touch her, like two worlds apart.

"I am in a state of soul and have no entity."

The old woman sighed, waved her crutch, controlled the water by the lake into her left hand, acted as an entity, and stroked the face of the ink warbler.

"Just come back."

The old woman smiled and looked kind. "In fact, I asked you too much at the beginning. I shouldn't let you bear so much."

"It's a Ying's fault." The ink warbler tightly pursed her lips and grabbed the old woman's hand.

"How are you doing outside these years?" The old woman asked softly.

"I have joined the ethereal sect. The leader and fellow disciples are very kind to me and sincerely accept me."

Moying tells the story of what happened in recent years, holding hands with the old woman and walking to the depths of the island.

Island Center.

This is a valley of birds and flowers.

In the valley, there are Lingquan, Lingtian and an ancient spire building stretching for miles. The top of the building is inlaid with a pearl the size of a head.

"High priest, are the grotto aliens still attacking these years?"

"No, after all, we sealed the exit together last time. It's reasonable that they can't rush over."

They talked as they walked.

Not long ago, they walked through the spire building, came to the middle of a broken temple, and looked at the five-color altar full of cracks.

At the moment, a strong wind blew around.

Countless translucent fog condensed in the air and turned into tens of thousands of figures, all in the same translucent soul state as the old woman.

They exuded a strong breath, and some even reached the spirit sea, but at this time they all bowed respectfully to the ink warbler.