Dongfang Pei frowned. In his opinion, it was like facing an open space on a sunny day, and suddenly he felt as if he had seen a ghost. His whole body felt strange, and he even exclaimed in surprise.

He grabbed Feng Qinglang's shoulders tightly and asked in a deep voice: "Qinglang, what did you see?"

"You...didn't you see?" Feng Qinglang pursed her lips, but she breathed quickly through her nostrils. Her mind was trying to work quickly to analyze the clues, but it just froze again, and the whole world became sluggish.

"No"

Dongfang Pei's steady and thick voice calmed Feng Qinglang to some extent. He looked around and saw that these temporary students did not pay attention to them, and the structure of the world around them did not appear strange. However, there was an extra person in his illusion world.

This time De Allen is not a sculpture, but a real person...

"What exactly did you see?"

"The real person who sculpted that person"

When Feng Qinglang said this, no matter how horrified Dongfang Pei reacted, he boldly took two steps closer to Di Allen. What surprised him was that the other party didn't react at all, even though he had already reached the side in front of him.

De Allen was still staring ahead, a little carefree and a little lonely.

Dongfang Pei could only rely on Feng Qinglang's reaction to judge what he saw in his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Did that sage respond?"

When asked like this, Dongfang Pei's heartbeat couldn't help but become a little faster. Under normal circumstances, if the illusionist appears another image and can have interactive reactions, then it's not a simple problem with the spiritual sea.

Fortunately, Feng Qinglang shook his head slightly and said: "No, he didn't react at all, just like a wax figure, no, like a top-notch three-dimensional magic pattern painting, just like the real thing."

Even though Feng Qinglang has arrived directly in front of Di Allen, the focus of Di Allen's eyes is still not on Feng Qinglang, as if he can penetrate the other person's body and stare into the distance. That handsome face brings Feng Qinglang nothing but

The constant shock, and the surging breath of life.

Dongfang Pei said in a deep voice: "Could it be that the ancestors of your clan left a mark in your spiritual sea, and now you have reached the triggering condition? After all, you just drove away the huge beast in the spiritual sea not long ago."

Feng Qinglang wondered: "If it is a spiritual imprint, there should be instant communication, and it should not be so solid. It should look like it will dissipate at any time."

"Perhaps, you haven't met the conditions for interaction yet..." As he spoke, Dongfang Pei's voice also weakened. After all, this comforting word was too unconvincing. Ordinary spiritual imprints could not be so complicated.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qinglang nodded and said: "It is indeed possible." His heart was ups and downs, and he couldn't help but think of that stormy night many years ago. Two days before that night, it happened to be a depth test of the spiritual sea, right?

Did anyone find anything out of this?

His eyes fell on De Allen's left hand, where he gently held a silver pocket balance. De Allen was so dazzling before that Feng Qinglang almost ignored the existence of this balance. This small handicraft looked like a handicraft.

The thing is extremely exquisite. On the left side of the scale is a golden

There is nothing on the right side of the small box, but the balance remains balanced. There are several large and small weights hanging upside down in the middle of the balance. The matte surface of them is all dark gray. This is a very rare and peculiar gray.

, as deep as...like the most essential color of the soul.

This seemingly known thing made Feng Qing desperately search for the ancient map in his mind. Soon, let him find the corresponding items. His whole body trembled slightly again, the first holy object of the world of undead, enamel coffin

It is said that in different land and different environments, it will appear in different sizes, different colors, and different forms. Since spreading to Di Allen's hands, it has always appeared. It is rumored that it has long been a thousand years ago.

Lost ...

The left side of the balance represents the rules of life, which carries the ashes of the greatest king enamel in the history of the undead. The right side represents the law of rebellion of life.

Put down the equivalent things ...

Legend has it that once the balance is imbalanced, it can be reversed in time, and the dead will be resurrected.

If it wasn't for a thousand years, Feng Qing looked through countless illustrations, and I am afraid I would not be able to remember such an unpopular legendary item.

The oriental Pei behind her bending slightly with Feng Qing, she also stared at somewhere with concentration, and low in the mouth: "Sunny your temporary students start to doubt your strangeness.

The more, the thunder just now. I think your emotions are very unstable, the impact on the world of illusion is getting bigger and bigger, it is recommended that you end this illusion immediately. "

In fact, Feng Qinglang also wanted to take a closer look at the ancestor in front of him, and even wanted to touch the other party to judge what kind of spiritual category belonging to. Fortunately, Dongfang Pei reminded in time to understand that it is not a good time for research.

He looked straight, waved his big sleeves, and once again crossed the eyes of everyone. When their sight returned clearly, he had returned to the opera theater.

Feng Qinglang saw that everyone was looking around in doubt, trying to judge whether it was still in the illusion. He tried to make himself look like everything, and smiled calmly: "Everyone, welcome to come back and now it is really in the real world.

Stupid "

In a friendly laughter, Feng Qing's grass was perfunctory, and he announced the end of the public class.

In the thunderous applause, Feng Qing bowed slightly and thanked him, secretly looked at Dongfang Pei, turned around and walked to the background.

Half an hour later, Feng Qinglang came to Dongfangpei's private apartment in the name of the visit.

His face is still a bit pale, but his emotions are far less turbulent as before, relatively calm.

Dongfang Pei laughed: "I also specifically instructed people to prepare a few bottles of spirits."

On the exquisite bar platform, the four bottles of spirit of the northern kingdom are really neatly placed, and the grade is not low.

Feng Qinglang walked over, picked up one of them, twisted the lid, and raised his head to pour the spirits into his mouth.

"Uh" a wine hiccup, his face restored rosy.

Dongfang Pei decisively gave out the most comfortable chair and sighed: "That's the limited edition of Landlon. It only produced less than 100 bottles a year.

Pure mellow fragrance, alas, you are chewing peony like this ... "

Feng Qinglang finally took the corner of his mouth, carried the remaining half bottle in his hand, walked back to the soft chair and sat down, and laughed: "That good, the rest, I'll wait for a while."
Chapter completed!