As soon as he finished speaking, the blue cloud suddenly exploded, connecting all the fire pillars as fast as lightning, and a ball of blue mist burst from the platform of each fire pillar. Mie Canglan and Qingluo were instantly covered by a ball of blue mist.
Surrounded by flames, suddenly clouds of blue air were seen flying towards the seats above the high steps. The blue cloud that rose the highest fell vertically on the big wolf-skin chair.
Han Xuefei stood up slowly and stood at the foot of the steps, looking at Mie Canglan from a distance. He saw several figures melting out of the two rows of seats, all withered and thin, each of them buried deep in the long black
Among the clothes. The figure on the big wolf-skin chair was the slowest to lose his shape, but the best to describe. From a distance, you can still see the cold air in the man's bright eyes.
"What a neglect, my Hanshan League is indeed a bit crude." The leisurely voice of a middle-aged man slowly came down from the steps. His aura was like that of God, but without the Taoist freshness, there was a faint air.
A firm and ruthless man. I saw the man in a black robe with gold patterns and a silver-haired crown leaning elegantly on the big wolf-skin chair. He slowly stretched out his hand and said, "Dear guest, please take your seat quickly."
This was not an invitation, but an order. As soon as the man finished speaking, the two dim walls began to squirm, and a man in black emerged from the gap between each two fire pillars. They were both like Han Xuefei.
Their figures and faces were buried in their hoods, like two rows of thick shadows surrounding Mie Canglan and the others.
Mie Canglan glanced coldly at the avenue that went from wide to narrow in front of him. The port connecting the steps was extremely narrow, turning into a mouth that seemed like he could bite it at any time. He was standing still, and saw only two rows of black clothes.
The men, led by Han Xuefei, all saluted Mie Canglan and said, "Please take a seat, distinguished guest."
The voice with a strange echo was continuous, with a long tail, penetrating the eardrums like a nightmare call. But Mie Canglan raised his sword eyebrows, and he immediately recognized that these people all had the same voice, which was the voice of Han Xuefei.
"Brother Canglan..." Qingluo took Mie Canglan's hand, trying to get him to bend down and listen to her carefully, "Many of those people... are all that person!"
It sounded like incoherent words, but Mie Canglan understood it immediately. Without seeing the covered faces of the two rows of men in black, Mie Canglan could guess that there were dozens of Han Xue with just the same aura.
Fei's face was expressionless and his smile was gloomy.
"I'm here, A Luo, don't be afraid." Mie Canglan touched Qing Luo's little head, held her head high and strode towards the steps, but found that after taking a few steps, she seemed to be still in the same place, and her eyes changed from wide to narrow.
The distance has not changed at all, and the man sitting high at the top is still so far away, smiling as though he is there.
The invitations from those same "Han Xuefei" voices kept echoing in my ears, unhurriedly but never stopping. Others in this situation had already been tortured by the voice to the point where their eardrums were about to burst, but Mie Canglan just wrinkled up.
Meiyu stopped and stared at the slightly damaged copper bricks under his feet in concentration.
"What's wrong?" The man on the big wolf-skin chair tilted his body slightly, his slender fingers touching his cheek gracefully, "Now that we're already here, why don't you even want to give us the honor of sitting up here?"
"Okay, do you want to test me?" Mie Canglan thought to himself, he couldn't help but curled his lips coldly, suddenly became angry and lowered his body in his Dantian, winking and smiling at Qing Luo's surprised little face.
Ignoring the throbbing pain in his body, which felt like he was being stretched straight, Mie Canglan kicked his feet, and a blood-purple light cloud immediately lingered out, like the wind rising from the ground lifting Mie Canglan's body. At the same time, his Dharma Eyes opened, and he could only see what was in front of him.
It was filled with a thin film that was slowly undulating like transparent seaweed. He immediately flew forward and made a sound of wind, using the same movement technique that he and Qingluo had developed in the Bishuixian Residence.
Hearing only an elastic explosion, Mie Canglan felt the same touch as when he crossed the wall of Hanshan City. He stepped out like flying through a layer of blisters, and immediately stopped with his feet. He paddled forward slightly.
Half a step ahead, his toes were touching the edge of the lowest step, and a bone-chilling coldness penetrated into the toes of Mie Canglan's boots.
Mie Canglan looked back coldly, only to see that the place where he was standing was extremely far behind him, but the two rows of men in black moved at some unknown time, and in the blink of an eye they were divided into two rows and filled with people standing one on top of the other.
On the steps in front of him, Han Xuefei stood on the top step, looking down at Mie Canglan with a half-smile.
"With good body skills, I can pass through this illusion without a single trace of magic." Han Xuefei leaned to the side and bowed his head in salute, and a calm but evil middle-aged man's voice came from behind him.
Mie Canglan raised his eyebrows slightly, pulled Qingluo and quickly stepped onto the steps. There was nothing on the steps, and in the blink of an eye everything on the steps was displayed before Mie Canglan's eyes.
I saw four haggard people sitting on the two rows of seats. They looked like hundreds of years old, with faces like dead trees. They were leaning on the chairs as if they were about to die. They were facing Mie Cang.
Lan is a middle-aged man with a finely trimmed beard. His face is as thin as a sharp eagle, but his movements are extremely elegant, even with a hint of ethereal femininity.
"To pass through this illusion, there is no need to use magic at all." Until now, Mie Canglan, except for the Tianwen Sanjue style taught by Tianzhi, which belongs to martial arts, the self-enlightenment moves are all magic. But that thin layer
It is enough to travel through this thin illusion just by relying on your body skills.
"You don't have much practice, but you have such ability and momentum..." The middle-aged man smiled slightly, lifted Erlang and put his hands on his knees, "It's no wonder that he has the courage to massacre the Qinglian Sect."
"I don't have that kind of ability yet." Mie Canglan flipped up his long hair and approached the calm middle-aged man step by step, "I don't think you are clear about it."
"Young master, do you mean that I misunderstood you and spread the news that framed you out of thin air?" The man saw his thoughts in Mie Canglan's eyes. His sharp eagle eyes could not tolerate any impurities.
It shows people’s true feelings, “This is an injustice.”
"Let's put this matter aside for now." Mie Canglan didn't want to get entangled. He just felt that this man was in the same category as Yue back then. He could easily see into people's true hearts and calmly suppressed all the fluctuations in his heart so as not to reveal any flaws. "Since I am your honored guest.
, just let me stand like this?"
"Oh, I'm so rude." The middle-aged man pretended to be sorry, and said with a smile, "Young master also brought a little girl, it seems that we need two chairs..." Before he finished speaking, he put away his sleeves and waved an invisible wave.
Qi Jin made an extremely short sound, and two crisp cracking sounds exploded in Mie Canglan's ears.
Mie Canglan suddenly turned his head and saw two empty chairs beside him in the blink of an eye. There were two piles of fragments of dead bones or broken wood scattered on the ground, and pungent smoke was rising.
"Hmm..." Qingluo couldn't stand the smell, so she covered her nose and looked at Mie Canglan.
"Can't you, Hanshan League, even prepare a chair specifically for entertaining guests?" Mie Canglan was calm, patted Qingluo and asked her to follow him. He put his hands behind his back and walked towards the chair, twisting a piece of loose powder.
He looked back and forth at the hot fragments. Even if it was reflected in his Dharma eyes, he couldn't tell what kind of fragment it was, or what those two human spirit-like things that instantly shattered were.
"That's ridiculous." The man sighed slightly, but his tone was full of indifference, "It's all my fault that I, Hanshan Night Clock, don't manage my business well. I don't care about running the sect for the sake of the most precious treasure in the world."
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