Chapter 587 The Child of Destiny?

At the same time.

True Lord Mingde also appeared here.

The place he was in was no different from where Nie Wushuang and Cheng Lijun were now. They were both strangely shaped cities full of colorful and strange stones. They were also extremely quiet, without a trace of life.

In fact, the place where he is now is the courtyard where Nie Wushuang and Cheng Lijun once stayed.

Cheng Lijun and Nie Wushuang had just walked onto the covered bridge.

If he turned his head and looked over, he would definitely be able to see the figures of the two people. At this time, he was indeed looking towards the covered bridge.

However, in his sight, the covered bridge was empty.

Nothing!

Not only the line of sight, but even if Yang Shen Zhenjun's spiritual thoughts spread, there was still no sense at all. What this place gave him back was nothing but space.

Now, they are in the same place.

However, it seems like we are in a different time and space.

It's like everyone is in the Yellow Crane Tower. One is singing about the white clouds in the Tang Dynasty, and the other is leaning on the railing to eat Zhou Heiya in modern times.

Okay, this metaphor is a bit inappropriate.

The Yellow Crane Tower of the Tang Dynasty and the modern Yellow Crane Tower are not the same thing.

However, the meaning is probably similar, as long as everyone Yan Zu Guanxi can understand it for themselves.

This is the magical world of white mist. Nie Wushuang and Cheng Lijun fell from the sky, but True Lord Mingde did not.

Previously, he fell into the world of white mist and fought with some strange beings. By accident, the movement of his innate Qi was blocked, and he was knocked down by raindrops. After being contaminated, his eyes blurred, and he appeared in this strange place. city.

This city is entirely composed of pavilions and pavilions. There are no so-called thatched adobe houses, which means there are no slums. They are all manor villas. It is a bit like a wonderland that does not require human fireworks.

It looks small and exquisite, and it shouldn't be very broad. It would be a bit absurd if even the endless mountains were covered with these buildings.

However, no matter how Mingde Zhenjun fights left and right, even if he flies to high altitude, he still cannot leave the scope of the city.

Neither the naked eye nor the mind can find the edge of the city.

No matter how long it flies, it cannot fly out of the city. Once it falls, it returns to the starting point.

Where did it fly from and where did it land?

Time and space distortion?

As True Lord Yang Shen, who has lived for more than three hundred years, True Lord Mingde knows a lot of things and knows many secrets.

The distortion of time and space is equivalent to a natural maze.

Even if the Dharma Patriarch falls into it, it will take some time to break free. There are even cases where he gets lost in it and cannot come out, and his life span is exhausted. The Dharma Patriarch is like this, so what does it mean to be a mere Yang Shen Zhenjun?

Lord Mingde's expression turned ugly.

He sat cross-legged and began to adjust his condition, no longer scurrying around like a headless fly. As the True Lord of Yangshen, his character was still intact.

There will be no confusion until the last step.

…

Nie Wushuang and Cheng Lijun had never gathered Yin Shen, and they were not even Xiantian. However, they were calmer than True Lord Mingde.

Not scurrying around like a headless fly.

They know that panic is useless. Since they can't get out, they can only wait for changes.

Of course, if there is no change and this is an eternal existence, then we can only lament ourselves to be unlucky, but before that, we have to struggle no matter what.

They searched for a place and came to a spacious temple, with a sword placed on the altar of the temple.

The sword is inlaid with seven strange stones, which are shining with light. The light of each strange stone is different. When combined, it is the color of the rainbow, which is the same as the color of the seven top flying swords captured by Cheng Lijun.

The fusion of seven flying swords becomes colorful.

That sword was not a flying sword.

Flying swords can be big or small, and they are ever-changing. Although the sword does not seem to be extraordinary, it is completely different from the flying sword.

However, Cheng Lijun decided to fuse the shadow of the best flying sword in the sea of ​​consciousness with this sword that exuded colorful light.

Then, use this to gather the Yinshen and break through the innate.

This is Cheng Lijun's answer to this strange world.

Waiting for death in despair is not her approach. Even if she knows that the chance is extremely slim and what she is doing is mostly in vain, she still has to go on.

Nie Wushuang did not object to Cheng Lijun's choice.

He likes this world. The laws of space here are extremely mysterious. The rules of Tianjianmen's flying boat and Mustard Seed Naxumi are exactly the same as the space laws of the city in front of him, but the space here is more perfect.

In addition to Mustard Nasumu, there is also time and space confusion.

In other words, there is still a trace of the law of time. Time and space are time and space, and the fusion of the two is time and space.

If you can parse the rules here.

Regarding the mastery of time and space, Nie Wushuang can be said to be a beginner. If he can obtain space materials, he might be able to make a storage bag. The flying boat may not be built yet, and he still lacks understanding.

Space material?

It might be hard to find in the real world, but here, it's everywhere.

Those shining strange stones are one of them, and it seems that it can be made into a storage ring.

Cheng Lijun wanted to break through here, but Nie Wushuang had no objection.

Although the sword placed on the altar is not a flying sword, it does not mean that it cannot become a flying sword. The seven strange stones emitting colorful light have their own space laws and can fully integrate the shadows of the seven top-quality flying swords.

If Cheng Lijun can control the laws of space, it is not impossible to make this sword smaller, similar to the existence of Ruyi.

Get a trace of true spirit from the real world.

It is not impossible to hide this sword in the sea of ​​consciousness.

There is a strange breath hidden in this sword, which Nie Wushuang cannot see through. Not to mention the white fog world, he knows nothing about many existences in the real world. Even if he senses the breath of existence, he doesn't know what it is.

This sword has a foothold.

However, it fits Cheng Lijun very well.

Faintly, Nie Wushuang sensed some causal flow, and it seems that there are some great rules behind it.

He glanced at Cheng Lijun who was already sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed.

Could it be that this senior sister of his is the child of destiny?

A colorful glow emerged from Cheng Lijun's ancestral orifice between her eyebrows, suspended above her head, and it was a colorful flying sword shadow.

Then, the colorful flying sword split apart.

It became seven flying swords of different colors.

They flew towards the long sword on the altar that was shining with colorful light, and sank into the seven strange stones respectively.

The light colors were similar, and after merging, they suddenly dissipated.

The long sword began to tremble, as if it didn't like the entry of foreign objects, and faintly emitted a piercing whistle. Cheng Lijun, who was sitting cross-legged, looked pale and trembled all over.

Nie Wushuang came to the long sword silently.

He didn't do anything, just stretched out his finger and lightly touched the long sword.

A little bit of Baidi's breath was injected.

The long sword stopped.

Cheng Lijun stopped trembling and her face became ruddy.