Suddenly, Qin Fengming, who was shocked by the scene in front of him and had no clue, suddenly thought of something, something related to his life and death at this time.
At this moment, his physical body has entered this mist, so how can he get out of this mist?
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Qin Fengming's back suddenly felt cold.
He had used his spiritual consciousness to explore this place a long time ago, and the surrounding scene was almost the same as the real scene. Under his feet were hard earth and rocks. When his spiritual consciousness penetrated it, it was no different from the earth and rocks in the world of immortality. Everything showed that this place was
It's just one world.
But he was convinced that this was not the Sumeru space. It was not in the Sumeru space. How could he get out of here? This question was immediately placed in front of him.
If he couldn't leave from here, wouldn't he want to die in this place where there is not much vitality of heaven and earth?
Thinking of this, Qin Fengming's originally calm mind suddenly jumped, his eyes suddenly became solemn, and his consciousness looked around again.
However, what he saw made his expression become more solemn.
He had used several techniques to escape from the Sumeru space, but he could not detect the slightest sign of leaving. And his body was suspended in mid-air, unable to move at all.
By this time, he no longer worried about whether the three Zixiao Sect monks had escaped from the restriction and found their way into the main hall. What he needed to consider was how to escape from this strange space.
Time passed slowly, and Qin Fengming still seemed like a scarecrow fixed in mid-air, with his body not moving at all.
He didn't find a way to leave here, but Qin Fengming's expression was no longer solemn.
At this time, Qin Fengming's expression was calm, and his eyes were shining brightly, showing that he no longer had any worries or distractions in his heart.
Qin Fengming can be considered a person with rich experience and has faced many dangerous scenes.
Just before, he was still trapped in the terrifying Sumeru magic circle that even his physical body could not control. At this moment, he just stayed here, his physical body was still under his control, and there was no hindrance in using various talismans.
Zhi. For Qin Fengming, this is no longer so dangerous.
In this place, except that Qin Fengming could not move his body, everything else seemed very calm. There was no attack coming, no pressure to suppress him.
Qin Fengming can be absolutely convinced that the reason for this situation is the runes here that are invisible to the naked eye.
As long as he could understand and decipher the talismans around him, Qin Fengming was sure that he would be able to eliminate the current crisis and relieve his own imprisonment.
He suspended in the air and began to try to touch the runes floating around him little by little.
In order to comprehend and sort out those rune patterns, Qin Fengming must imprison those rune patterns, comprehend their changes, and let him control them.
And this is also the process that monks must do to understand the runes.
Qin Fengming understood the runes and gained a lot. Naturally, he no longer had any worries or fears. Sensing the first runes that he guided to stay in front of him, he quickly entered into the process of understanding.
The empty main hall of Duming Palace seemed even more deserted at this moment. In the huge hall, there was only one wooden couch placed alone.
On the wooden couch, a scroll was placed. However, the scroll at this time was closed and no longer open.
If anyone enters here, they will see this scroll immediately. They will also come to check this scroll immediately.
Because in this hall, apart from this scroll, there is really nothing worth paying attention to.
What Qin Fengming was worried about did not happen. The three powerful masters from the Xuanling Peak of Zixiao Sect did not leave the confinement of the side hall when he was trapped in the mist.
And as time slowly passed, the scattered forbidden aura in the main hall of Duming Palace, which seemed to be dissipating, seemed to slowly become regular.
As time passed, the forbidden aura slowly condensed, as if an invisible hand was gathering the aura again.
If Qin Fengming were in this hall at this moment, his expression would immediately change, showing a look of fear. This is because the restrictions in this hall are slowly being re-formed.
He would definitely not want to try that kind of terrifying restriction that could easily freeze Qin Fengming's body and imprison him in two seas.
The last time he used the terrifying chaotic aura of Xuan Zi Sword and his four powerful crystal talismans to shake the ban on this hall, Qin Fengming would not enter again.
Without the Xuan Zi Sword and the powerful crystal talisman array, even if he had the confidence to break through the Sumeru space restrictions in the main hall, it would still take a long time.
Whether it will be ten years, a hundred years or hundreds of years, he himself will not know.
However, Qin Fengming was not in the main hall at this moment, and he was not in the mood to care about whether the ban on the main hall would be revived.
At this time, Qin Fengming was completely immersed in the vast and empty starry sky.
He had no idea what kind of place this was.
After Qin Fengming controlled the first talisman, he entered this place. This was an extremely empty place with nothingness all around. It was somewhat similar to the scene when Qin Fengming entered the test talisman array of ancestor Daoyan.
similar.
Just as soon as he entered here, he felt a strange feeling wrapped around his body, making him feel like he was about to fall asleep.
As time goes by, the feeling of lethargy becomes more and more intense.
Finally, Qin Fengming couldn't bear the drowsiness and closed his eyes.
Although he fell asleep, Qin Fengming still felt a cloud of yellow mist surrounding his body. His whole body was warm and he felt very comfortable.
He felt like he was sleeping, with wisps of yellow mist floating around him, and he was suspended in it. He didn't use any spells, but his body was as light as a goose feather.
He just felt comfortable all over and seemed to like this state very much in his heart.
Qin Fengming closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to think about the problem. He didn't seem to want to think about the problem at all. He just wanted to be so comfortable in it, thinking about nothing, and doing nothing.
He forgot where he was, what was important at the moment, and that he was a monk.
He felt like he had become a piece of fallen leaves drifting slowly with the current. The fallen leaves fell into a clear river and flowed slowly along the direction of the river.
The surroundings were quiet, with only a small breeze blowing across the river, allowing the fallen leaves to drift into the distance.
Suddenly, a not-so-large river stone appeared on the wide river surface. If you hadn't looked carefully, you wouldn't have been able to spot the stone, which was only a palm-sized corner above the river surface.
And the location of the river stone happened to be in the direction in which the fallen leaves moved with the waves.
There was no accident, and the fallen leaf just happened to touch the stone exposed on the river surface. The fallen leaf, which had not rotated at all, suddenly started to rotate the moment it touched the river stone.
The fallen leaves, which were originally calm, suddenly began to rise and fall with this rotation.
As soon as the fallen leaves sank, they were swept up by a current of water and fell directly to the river surface...
As Qin Fengming's sleepy consciousness fell, the fallen leaves floated in the river, and Qin Fengming's body, which was originally suspended in a cloud of yellow mist, also trembled, and a mist-like gas suddenly appeared.
If anyone saw Qin Fengming at this moment, they would find that the mist that suddenly emerged around him was very strange. It looked transparent, but there were some stars in it that were shining like stars in the distant starry sky.
The mist's energy fluctuations are not obvious, and even Mahayana beings cannot sense its specific breath attributes.
But as the mist emerged, Qin Fengming, who had been stiff and suspended in the air with his eyes closed, suddenly felt something strange.
The originally upright body slowly sat cross-legged in the void.
It's just that Qin Fengming is still in a drowsy state at this moment, with his eyes closed and his expression calm, as if he is stuck in some kind of dream and cannot wake up.
As time slowly passed, the fog surrounding Qin Fengming expanded more and more.
It's just that the star points within it don't seem to have increased. It's just that as time goes by, those star points become a little brighter.
Outsiders cannot detect the properties of this gradually expanding mist, because this mist has a blocking effect on spiritual consciousness. Divine consciousness cannot come into contact with it at all. If spiritual consciousness touches it, it will be immediately bounced away.
Outsiders cannot touch this mass of gas, but Qin Fengming, who is inside, can sense the mysterious aura filled in this mass of mist.
This mist is cold and clear, like a transparent viscous juice. Only when you are in it can you feel its strangeness.
The nature of this mist, if Qin Fengming is awake at this moment, he can naturally identify, that is, this mist is filled with a divine soul aura. And this divine soul aura is different from the ordinary, its divine soul aura is obvious, but it contains a strong
The power of runes.
It seems that the entire mist is condensed from the soul runes.
At this time, Qin Fengming was still sleeping, but he felt in his dream at this time, and then the fallen leaves drifting with the current touched the river rocks. Suddenly the scenery changed, the fallen leaves disappeared, and an ignorant child replaced him.
This child is only one or two years old, with a rosy complexion and pink and white skin. If you look closely at his face, he looks somewhat similar to Qin Fengming when he was a child.
The children seemed to have just gained intelligence, started babbling, and were interested in any real object.
He walked unsteadily around the mountains and forests, looking here and there, babbling and not knowing what to say.
The children walked along, sometimes touching the flowers and plants, sometimes moving a few small stones, and they looked energetic.
At the beginning, the children just walked around aimlessly, grabbing and throwing away everything they encountered. Everything seemed very disordered.
But slowly, the children seemed to have a purpose.
He began to purposefully pick out the gorgeous wild flowers that were growing in the mountains. Those flowers were so gorgeous that as long as they were touched by a child, they would be grabbed by his chubby little hands, and then they would appear effortlessly.
Grab it in your hands.
Soon, a bouquet of colorful flowers was held in the child's little hands.
Children never tire of this. As long as they see flowers blooming around them, they will walk and crawl there and pick the flowers in their hands. After picking a handful, they can no longer hold it in their hands, so they are thrown aside by the children, and then they pick them again.
Go pick other flowers.
As time slowly passed, the flowers picked by the children changed again...