In the dream state of the astral plane or the migration plane, all knowledgeable people can concretely visualize a specific or general object by recalling their daily impressions and feelings.
Even the objects visualized by knowledgeable people with high inspiration can have quite realistic details and spiritual characteristics.
Some theories believe that this is a spiritual illusion, while others believe that this is the basic mysterious substance of the astral world or the migration, which undergoes directional movement, arrangement and combination, and changes and manifests under the action of the astral body thoughts of the knowledgeable people.
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In short, this is what Fan Ning was like just now, he was operating with a "concrete" purpose.
But the baton that appeared in his hand now was not an illusion at all!
This is the real remnant of the "old days"!
It was originally "concrete", but turned out to be "appropriate"?
"I obviously took it into the Qiming Church a long time ago. Before the incident in the Northern Continent, I never brought it to the waking world. After arriving in the Southern Continent, I tried to avoid using it in the Qiming Church. After arriving in the Western Continent,
I even stopped going to Qiming Church.”
"If I reached out casually in the area near the 'back room' of the 'Cracking Field' and grabbed a long-lost famous piano, that would be understandable, but I reached for the 'old days' and took it away.
Come out, this is too outrageous, not to mention relatively close, this is too far away, it really has no relationship at all, right?"
These doubts just flashed through Fan Ning's mind quickly, and his actions did not slow down at all. At least, this may be of great use in dealing with the current critical situation.
After holding the baton in hand, he stretched out the thread of inspiration forward again, trying his best to pass it to a place further in front of the ball of light.
The law from the "color of the double gate" pulls the aspects of the "key" and "pool", and now, the part of the divine power that originally restrained Joan has been controlled by the aspect of the "key" of the extremely high-ranking "old day"
Cushioned!
A completely different effect from before appeared, and the ball that was originally falling at a very fast speed began to brake violently!
Just like a car speeding on the highway, the driver stepped on the brake pads after encountering a nearby emergency——
The "back room" area below, which was only a few breaths away, was getting closer and closer to Fan Ning. He saw that the originally dark pool water turned back to blood red, and then became lighter and more transparent. Then, he looked through the pool water.
I saw the wellhead with weird edges, the windows with old and dim yellow light, and the twisted, deformed and crumbling doors.
They are opened on a huge and intricate structure, nested or crowded with each other, and filled with some familiar and strange, intimate and scary daily objects. It is difficult to imagine what kind of heterogeneity is behind these doors, windows and wells.
It’s a world where it’s hard to imagine how you can survive or escape after entering it.
However, when the visual distance was only one meter away, Fan Ning dragged the light ball to a stop!
The two sides reached a stalemate.
The huge drag force made him feel that his spiritual arm was about to be torn apart alive!
Moreover, the babble in my ears suddenly reached a terrifying intensity. It could no longer be called babble, but a chaotic and ferocious roar, even covering up the scolding voice of "Miss Crimson'er"!
Directly holding the remains of the "old days", Fan Ning suffered the greatest degree of pollution exposure almost instantly.
It also pushed the state that he was struggling to find resolution and stability to in an instant to a precarious level.
There seemed to be hundreds of long nails hammering away at his skull and spine. He persisted with chattering teeth, and managed to hear a trace of Qiong's feeble voice from the roar:
"Don't bother. Even if you turn it around, there's still such a long section above."
"Cut off and run. You are usually so smart, why aren't you smart today?"
No, we can't go on like this. Fan Ning felt that the "skin" all over his body began to itch numbly, and he wanted to scratch his whole body in annoyance. He knew that this was a sign of "distortion", and the trend was quite serious.
He looked at the twisting doors, windows and wellheads on the other side of the pool, and made up his mind immediately, narrowed his eyes, and raised his right arm to gather strength——
The whole baton was thrown out suddenly like a javelin!
"Damn it, I don't want it anymore!"
"You crazy guy, just take it and use it yourself!!!"
In a state where his spirit was on the verge of collapse due to pollution and his inspiration was almost exhausted, Fan Ning even cursed in perfect Chinese!
He did not simply throw it away, but when the wreckage of the "old days" quickly cut through the water and penetrated the doors and windows, he once called on the command power of the "Key" to push it farther and deeper out of thin air.
, push forward, push forward again!
Following the trajectory of "Old Days"'s flight, the pool, doors, windows, wellheads, and lights in front of us formed a huge gap, with chaotic spatial turbulence raging inside.
In this way, always approaching the unknown depths that Fan Ning's thread of inspiration could barely detect, he felt that the remains of the "old days" were suddenly nailed into something.
"fly------"
The roars, quarrels and bubbling sounds of the pool suddenly disappeared, leaving only the constant tinnitus.
Fan Ning failed to pull out the red-purple light ball in the end, and it fell directly towards the "back room".
But a few of the purple arcs were drawn into the flute by Fan Ning, and the light and shadow were replaced by a lot of exploding light purple clefs and notes.
The stalemate on the opposite side suddenly disappeared completely.
It's possible that even the consciousness of "Tongmu" was temporarily in a trance. The original target was a pair of "qualified people" who studied the two phases of "Key" and "Chi", but suddenly half of them were replaced by one.
The baton has been thrust into the "back room", what kind of strange combination is this!? This thing seems to make sense, but can it be used?
Leaving the direct exposure to the high pollution of the "old days", Fan Ning was replaced by Fan Ning, who was holding the flute tightly in his hand, and his consciousness became much clearer in an instant.
He seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and rushed upwards as fast as he could!
"Wow--"
Fan Ning emerged from the blood-red liquid.
In front of you is the familiar cylindrical pool and the infinitely spiraling tile steps on the wall.
He wanted to fall out of the dream as quickly as possible, but of course, in fact, he didn't dare to "fall" in the direction of the "back room" below, but continued to rise into the air.
"boom!!--"
Suddenly, several huge cracks appeared in the wall of the pool.
The dark red liquid boiled into a blood mist, and the tiles broke into pieces.
Just when Fan Ning thought that the combination of "old days" and "Miss Crimson" was useless and that the "disintegration field" was about to collapse, Mr. Wax's cold and angry voice sounded in his ears.
"You, a Tantric cultist, still want to run away? Do you think this is a place where you can come and go freely and do whatever you want?"
The walls, valves, steps, and liquid levels in the entire large space soon turned into powder. In Fan Ning's world, there were only white paper birds flying in the sky.
In this illusory world, the feeling of holding the flute in his hand disappeared, the friction of wet clothes disappeared, the strange wind sound in his ears disappeared, and the discomfort after suffering a lot of "old days" pollution also disappeared.
Even all spiritual senses have been sealed up by the divinity of the "Yan" phase, and nothing can be sensed.
But Fan Ning was completely unmoved. He laughed and said something that even he couldn't hear.
Then he randomly followed a place that he didn't know where it was, but it wasn't in the direction of the "back room" under his feet anyway, and flew over at a very fast speed, as if he was slamming on the accelerator with his eyes closed on the vast prairie.
In Mr. Wax's stunned expression, Fan Ning's figure crashed directly into the tiles that were not a return passage at all, and then disappeared completely after a few breaths, and lost his senses!
"Sorry, our Divine Advent Society really does whatever we want."