After hearing this, Beiming Yexuan came closer to him in a rather excited mood. His eyes cleared and he stared at the pile of white powder placed in the mirror. He was very curious about what this pile of powder would eventually turn into.

Seeing it, the light emanating from the mirror held by Zi Wu Feihuan's hands split the white powder, and the white powder scratched back and forth on the smooth mirror surface, as if it was searching for its own position and returning to its original position automatically.

Wu Feihuan raised a finger, placed the fingertip on the edge of the mirror, and turned it around in an arc. After one circle, the arc edge of the mirror was filled with his blood, and the blood covered a circle.

, the blood lit up with bright red blood.

"Put three drops of your blood on the powder." Wu Feihuan's voice suddenly sounded, which made Beiming Yexuan, who was a little stunned, stunned for a while, then came back to his senses, and immediately scratched it with his fingernails.

On his finger, three drops of blood fell on the mirror.

The silver-white light in the mirror and the bright red light extending on the edge of the mirror are brighter and more dazzling than before.

The three drops of blood he dripped also dyed the white powder red. Suddenly, the powder instantly covered the mirror held by Wu Feihuan.

The sound of "clucking" came from the mirror, which was the sound of broken objects being put together.

Another thin layer of mirror film was formed from the red powder. It was rushed into the air by the light from the bottom layer. Beiming Yexuan also flew away from the mirror in Wu Feihuan's hand along with the mirror made of powder.

And looked up.

The thin mirror shone on Beiming Yexuan's face, making his dark hair turn red, and his fair face was also covered with a layer of blood.

The dark purple robe suddenly degenerated into a bloody red robe, and his face and hair gradually changed.

Seeing that Wu Feihuan had succeeded, he immediately let out a breath and relaxed a lot. It had been a long time since he had used this power to forcibly reorganize Feng Yunmo's dream.

"Close your eyes and you will be brought into her world. Follow your feeling and go find her." Wu Feihuan took out the jade slip that opened the dream and threw it into the air.

The jade slip suddenly swayed with dazzling light, and the light shrouded the red figure inside, and it was covered with a thick layer of white mist.

Beiming Yexuan closed his eyes and clearly felt himself being pulled into another time and space tunnel by a force.

He kept walking forward according to his feeling, and there was a straight road with no end in sight.

He felt as if he had been on this road before.

Then he opened his eyes and saw white mist curling around him like a veil. He paused and lowered his head to look down.

It is more than ten thousand feet above the ground. There are no villages or rivers below, but a mountain peak that reaches straight into the sky.

The strong and familiar breath kept pulling him forward, as if calling him to come over.

He didn't stop for long and continued flying forward. Unexpectedly, when he reached the mountain peak, the strong light shot out from the mountain peak.

His body immediately formed a screen of light, and he stepped back ten feet before the light stopped.

He frowned coldly, took out a talisman from his pocket, threw it forward, and made a loud explosion with a "boom" sound. The power of this mountain god was even more powerful than what he had encountered in Zhuge Mou's room.

He stayed at this high place for a long time, thinking of various ways to move forward, but every time he took another step forward, the power of God would blast him ten feet away.
Chapter completed!