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The sea of ​​void above the head is broken, the sea under the feet is broken, and the white cloud around the body is also shattered.

Looking around, Wang Lin, who was next to him, became expressionless and his body shape became illusory, like a dream bubble, gradually breaking apart.

Ning night song looked at all this, took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, the foreground of the eye had completely changed.

The place is still in the Bohai Sea, but it is not the only way to catch up with the position of the woman in the gray coat, but still in the place where she started.

It was just the illusion that she used to live in. It changed her appearance at the moment, making her difficult to recognize, and everything became embarrassing and difficult to recognize.

Ning's late songs can clearly feel their senses of sight and hearing, and even the volatility of the gods becomes weak, as if they are suppressed by anything.

I seem to be soaked in water, with black and white in front of me, no color, no sound, no contact with space, and no obvious touch.

Ning's late songs have lived in the Bohai Sea for many years, and there is no dispute with the world. She has never been involved in the Three Mountains of Bohai. She has never participated in it, but she has heard about many things about Bohai.

"This is the power of the unnamed ancient squad in the fairy mountain of Weizhou..." At this time, her heart was stunned, and she turned and looked at it. She saw a young man in a purple dress sitting on the side of her knees and looking at her calmly. Wang Lin.

Wang Lin sat on the knees, his hands flat on his knees, and a white hair spread out in the back, looking at a white palace dress in front of him, a delicate and elegant night song.

Ning's late songs are not angry, the whole person is temperamental. Still indifferent. She just had a bit of weirdness on her face, and looked at Wang Lin slightly: "Just, is that your spell?"

Wang Lin nodded: "Not bad."

Ning's late song slammed his eyebrows: "How do you bring me to Weizhou Xianshan? Or do you manipulate the Weizhou Xianshan to come here?"

I realized that I was shrouded in the power of the unnamed ancient sect of Weizhou, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I thought that when I first suspected that everything was a illusion, I tried to crack but failed.

She and Wang Lin, at the same level, are at the same level of truth and falsehood. Really want to say, she may have to be better, so before she had no intention to create a dream of magic, combined with the inherent fantasy of the Bohai Sea, unconsciously with the advantage of geography, can also sleep Wang Lin for a long time.

However, the illusion of Wang Lin's talents, in addition to his own magical powers, but also the power of the unnamed ancient array of Weizhou Xianshan, dragging her soul. And it blocked the connection between her and the illusion of her feet. The geographical advantage between the two sides was not only reversed, but she was also weakened in the magical powers.

More importantly, while Wang Lin cracked her spells, it also made the power of the magical dreams of the fantasy world merge with the power of the ancient array. The reaction is on her body. Ning's late songs almost opened the door to theft, so that Wang Lin's Taoist children were unaware of it, but these Ning night songs can still accept, she is just strange, how does Wang Lin bring her to Weizhou Xianshan?

"Wuzhou Xianshan was originally very close to here?" Ning night song asked.

Wang Lin looked calm and politely shook his head and said: "It is not the case. We are now in the illusion of your residence and have not moved. It is the treasure that I have left with the help of my teacher. I have taken the power of the ancient array of Weizhou Xianshan here. ”

He spread his hand and saw some gravel in his palm. It seems to be a piece of spar broken.

Ning’s late song nodded: “I’ve been in your spell since I saw you in the first moment after blinking?”

Wang Lin said faintly: "Not bad."

"It's not that you unlocked the spell, let me wake up from sleep, but I woke up from your dream path."

Wang Lin Duan sat on the ground, then stood up, hands behind his back and looked at Ning's late song: "I woke up from your dream path, and you immediately wake up from the state of sleep that seems to be sleeping, but In this moment of time, I launched my magical spell."

Ning's late song slightly raised his head: "Your illusion, actually bounced and merged with my dreams, and made my own thoughts, projection mapping..."

The experience in the illusion projected the things that she had been worried about in her heart, that is, her lost memory, her origins, her past forgotten.

Knowing the existence of the short-selling Dasheng and Yang Qing, it stems from the fact that they have also fallen into the dreamy world of Ning's late songs. Although they don't notice it at the time, they still have feedback in the wake-up moment.

Wang Lin said at this moment: "But the final result is beyond my expectation."

At the same time he broke away the dreams of Ning's late songs, he combined this illusion with his own magical method and the power of the ancient world of Weizhou Xianshan, and applied it to Ning's late songs, and some of them were unexpected.

However, he did not stop, he wanted to determine the identity and intention of Ning's late songs, and to break away the dream of Ning's late songs. When he saw the song of Ning's late songs, Wang Lin had already noticed that he had entered the illusion before, and Ning's late songs were intended.

Although the method of Wang Lin is fierce, he does not leave alive for the enemy, but when the enemy and friends are difficult to distinguish, he will not blindly kill, but the highest level of alertness is essential.

Moreover, he also has to guard against it. His own judgment on the method of Ning's late song is wrong. If Ning's late song is intended to be, and he can overcome his perception, his heart and ability are extremely dangerous.

All kinds of experiences show that Ning's late songs are indeed not hostile. Before everything, more is an accident.

In front of this woman, apart from the search for her own identity, the things that are on the side are basically not in the heart, and the temper is very evacuated.

And the people are wide and the heart is even soft.

In the illusion of his state of mind projection, Wang Lin safely rescued Yang Qing and others, no one was damaged, and no sacrifices occurred.

For the gray robes, it is more to explore their identity than to kill.

The gray-clothed man in the dreamland is not Wang Lin's design, but the white-robed man in the fantasy world is derived from himself. The gray-robed man is also the projection of the opponent in his heart.

The last scene was also unexpected to Wang Lin.

It seems to be buried deep in the heart of Ning's late songs, even she did not notice. Or always subconsciously avoiding the existence. In this illusion, it is successfully mapped out.

However, because it was too sudden, it was in conflict with the mood of Ning's late songs. The illusion could not give a reasonable response to the mood of Ning's late songs, so I also let Ning's late songs suddenly wake up from the illusion.

The existence of the gray-haired man is actually suggesting the long-standing doubts of Ning's late songs, the missing memories she has been searching for.

Not a class of twin sisters. The gray-haired man is suggesting that Ning is singing himself!

Her biggest opponent is herself. Her lack of memory and the ultimate solution are also on her own.

Ning’s late gaze is somewhat complicated and looks into the distance. I muttered to myself: “I have checked it many times. I have not been swayed by my soul, or I have been sealed by myself, but in this illusion. Suggestion. Why does it reflect such a sight?"

She suddenly turned to look at Wang Lin: "I have also put myself into the dream world, trying to wake up the deepest thoughts in my heart, but it has not succeeded. In the power of pure dream projection, my dream dreams should be better than You are the one who is more illusory."

Wang Lin calmly nodded: "Yes, for the projection of state of mind. Your spells are stronger. More good at excavation, and my spells, strengths are limited by the outside world, making people unable to break free."

He looked at Ning's late song and said after a moment of silence: "In my spell, I have incorporated the power of reincarnation, which can smash the memory of the world, or awaken the memory of the world."

In the same year, Wang Lin first realized Huang Quan's various methods, among which the first method was Huangquan Road, which was confined to Liangpo. This has the effect, but the effect is different, depending on Wang Lin’s own cultivation and the opponent’s cultivation.

Nowadays, as Wang Linxiu is getting higher and higher, his understanding of Daofa is becoming more and more profound, and similar methods are gradually becoming integrated into other magical spells.

The illusion that he created only has this effect.

Wang Lin can also faintly feel that Ning's late songs are not sealed by others or themselves, but her soul seems to have broken.

Ning's late song said: "Since four thousand years ago, since I have had memories, I have already been a realm of harmony, not a child who has just reincarnate."

Her eyes are a little embarrassed: "Even if it is related to my predecessor, I have no impression of self-born, and until I practice to the realm of harmony."

"All kinds of common sense of life, a method of cultivation, only these can be remembered, but otherwise, nothing else left a trace, it is the name, and it is my own later."

Wang Lin listened, and also frowned slightly, listening to the description of Ning's late songs, she joined the road, it seems like a reincarnation.

However, there has never been such a way in the world, and Ning’s late songs of his own dreams are not at all.

If it is said that the Yuanling of the Mahayana number magic weapon is revival, then it is necessary to cultivate from the beginning, and it is impossible to change from the Mahayana series magic weapon to the harmonious realm.

Ning's late song turned to look at Wang Lin: "What about your younger brother?"

Wang Lin said: "It has already awakened, in the small world created by my mana."

Ning’s late song looked at him quietly and suddenly asked: “Do you think that all this is true now? Is it all right? You wake up from the illusion of the dream, then take my photo into your magical power, then I am getting out again, and then we are communicating with each other. Is this all another illusion?"

"Is everything before, are all illusions?"

Wang Lin said faintly: "The true and false realities are unpredictable. When all the mood demands can be reasonably and comprehensively responded, is the world true or false, and the difference is great? Perhaps our entire Tianyuan world is false, all artificial. Creation, we all live in the dream of others weaving."

"But this thought is also our fantasy. We can imagine that this world is the weaving creation of others, and the one who created the big world of heaven is also in our dream fantasy."

Ning’s late song gave him a look: “You’re a little self-deceptive.”

At this moment, Wang Lin did not have the slightest cold and hot air. He was calm and indifferent, and even vaguely took a few rare smiles: "Who is weaving our world, is he living in a world weaving?" (To be continued.)