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Seeing the mirror light, and watching the dark day, Lin Feng’s mouth overflowed with a few smiles.

In the mirror light, if a white cloud appears, it can be seen in the darkness of the sun, and the brilliance of different colors can be seen one after another.

The mirror light, naturally, is the brilliance of the celestial mirror, and the round of the dark day, at that time, the genre of the contemporary family of the genius. 12. The magical power of the magic day.

At the moment, in the eyes of the illusory audience and the secluded people, they all have different scenes.

In the eyes of the illusory audience, there is also a round of darkness rising. In addition, it is a purple cloud, and in the purple clouds, there seem to be different scenes.

In the eyes of the strong people of the Quito family, they saw purple clouds and bright mirrors.

The three parties, each looking at the foreground image, are aware of the fact that it is the result of the opponent's mana or demon power pouring into the sea of ​​light.

However, whether it is Lin Feng, or the Taoist monk or the secluded family, they did not attack each other first, but first focused on the ocean of light in front of them.

Under the impetus of their magical powers, the endless aura of the spirits of the sea, forming a huge wave, together to the ocean of light.

At this moment, the light sea seems to become a bottomless abyss, and the aura that has poured into it will be swallowed up, and even a wave of waves will not turn.

However, Zhu Yi, Wang Lin and others all looked a little, and vaguely felt that Guanghai seemed to be a little bleak.

In terms of spatial distance, the ocean of light in front of us seems to be slowly shrinking.

Its contraction amplitude is very small. The speed is very slow, but it is actually changing. It seems that the world of Linghai, where everyone is in, seems to be changing.

The light flow manifested by the avenues extends out of it. As if the silkworms are hanging down, they are wrapped around Lin Feng’s masters.

These light belts give people a feeling of incompleteness and chaos, but as time goes on, they gradually become completely standardized, and then they are separated from the crowd, drifting away from the distance between the heavens and the earth, and then disappearing into the void. No trace.

But between heaven and earth. The avenue of Guanghua gradually became dazzling, dazzling, and looming.

From the ocean of light, there will be a new avenue Guanghua emerging from it, and continue to entangle the Lin Feng masters.

Lin Feng and others have been sitting under the knees, sitting in the empty void, facing the ocean of light that seems to be still boundless.

The clock of creation has now taken off its original appearance, but has manifested its second heavy image, the river of years. The huge ancient clock turns into a flowing river, which is long and vicissitudes. It is like a long river of time, scouring everything.

The river of the years is surrounded by Lin Feng and others. It doesn’t stop flowing, it seems to make the world change.

The Ocean of Light and the Sea of ​​Spirits are like two different worlds. In the operation of Lin Feng's mana, the river of years turns into a boundary. This side of the world where Lin Feng’s mentor and others are located seems to be separated from the sea of ​​sacred seas and the radiant ocean. Turn into the third world.

However, this world is closely related to the sea of ​​Linghai and the ocean of light. The boundaries of the boundaries are extremely vague. The three seem to form a mysterious balance, and they can communicate with each other.

As time went by, the light sea in front of Lin Feng gradually changed its appearance, and the radiance that radiated gradually turned into purple.

The purple light flow in the ocean of light keeps traversing, the number is more and more dense, and the purple light is more and more intense. The whole light sea is dyed into a purple color.

At the same time, in the Linghai world where the monks are located, the ocean of light in front of them is gradually becoming like the mirror of the sky, clear and quiet, and not as shocking as a mirror.

The ocean of light in front of the strong people of the genius is dyed into a black, black light sea, a large number of **** lines emerge from it, just like a bubble in the water.

Lin Feng closed his eyes and looked relaxed. He could feel that his own, and the Taixuan and the secluded people were invading the sea of ​​light in front of their own will.

And this piece of light representing the gap of the Linghai Sea is gradually shrinking.

In the sea of ​​light, the center of each region occupied by the three parties has a core, which is also formed, from the virtual reality, from the imaginary level to the transition to real things.

In this area, the core is gradually growing out of a purple auspicious cloud. Xiangyun is now more and more concise, more and more real. Although it still looks like an illusory cloud, there is no fixed shape, but it is already in the real world.

The areas occupied by the three parties are constantly expanding, and the regional boundaries are gradually approaching.

In Lin Feng’s knowledge of the sea, at this moment, the gossip image lays the foundation for the creation. The earth and the fire are four and chaotic, and then they are re-established, and the image of creation and development is interpreted.

Everything is turned into a two-way approach, and one black and one white keeps flowing.

The way of creation, between the antegrade and the reversal, alternates back and forth, and begins again and again.

On top of his head, there is a light and shadow that looks like a square, as if it were a canopy, but in which all sorts of interpretations are dazzling, hundreds of millions of lines are intertwined, but they are two instruments. Array.

In the annihilation of the two ceremonies, there is a huge and majestic palace, like the king of heaven, surrounded by the glory of the heavens. Even if it is not true, it can feel the power of the hegemonic power.

The Taiji figure at the front of Lin Feng’s forehead kept turning, and another stream of light emerged from it and fell into the sea of ​​light.

As time went by, his body became more and more mysterious and profound, which made people feel unfathomable.

And the river of years flowing around his body is getting deeper and deeper.

The long river can't see where it is going, and it can't tell the source. It's like being engraved in time. It's difficult to define it by length and position. But sitting in the middle of the river is a middle-aged man, but it gives people a feeling that the man is sitting. In the middle of the long river, he has been flowing for years, and he has never moved.

This man is the magic weapon of the clock of creation, creating a boy, but at this moment, it is difficult to match the "boy", not only the middle-aged man who seems to be four or fifty years old, but his description. The appearance is still changing and slowly getting old.

As Lin Feng and others continued to advance the process of refining and refining Linghai, time passed, and later, although the boy was still wearing black and white robes, his appearance has become the old man.

Although the appearance is clear and the spirit is paralyzed, it must be white and describe the old.

Only his pair of eyes, the eyes contain a variety of characteristics of the baby, adolescents, middle-aged, etc., so that people can not see their age.

Beside Lin Feng, his disciples are gradually changing.

Zhu Yi manifested his own return to the imaginary body, and his posture was peaceful and peaceful, but the Jinqiao of the other side had already appeared under him. On the golden bridge, there were gradually many light and shadows emerging, but they were all the sages of the sages in the long history.

Lang Lang's book is endless, and it is not limited to reading sounds. It has become more and more noisy, and all kinds of human voices have appeared.

However, the golden spirit of the other side of Jinqiao is more and more pure and concise.

In addition to the original eight apertures on the other side of the Golden Bridge, the ninth aperture has begun to emerge slowly.

On the other side of Wang Lin, the change is more obvious. He is like a mirror-like pair of eyes, more and more dazzling, and his head gradually gradually changes back to the original return to the virtual body, and no longer like the big devil The powerful qi and blood power as if the universe was born and destroyed is revealed in the hole.

His body trunk is also playing the same change, but it is the body's blood and blood strength, all shrinking toward the body, that is where his heart is.

When Wang Lin returned to the virtual body, the heart was the appearance of his magical powers.

But now, Wang Lin stood in the void, his limbs open, his left leg turned into a glory, and in the glory, it was a huge black palace, it was the royal palace.

The door of the Emperor's Palace was opened. In addition to the two black and white lights that turned, there was a figure on the throne. He wore a black robes and a flat crown. It was like a nine-nine prince.

The figure was born with the facial features of Wang Lin, but it was indifferent and indifferent.

On the forehead, there is a ruined magic pattern, which is the same as the old devil.

On the other hand, Wang Lin’s right leg is also transformed into a glorious glory. In the glory, it is a black stone bridge, which seems to last forever, never eternal, and the bridge is a sinister world.

On the stone bridge, standing a man in Tsing Yi, looking ordinary and leisurely, but also born like Wang Lin, but compared to the prince in the palace, this Wang Lin looks much better. With a smile, the only eye-catching place is that he has a vertical crack on his forehead.

Wang Lin’s left and right hands are turned into Huangquan Road and the Forgotten River. On the road and in the river, there is also a Wang Lin.

Wang Lin on the road is not an adult appearance, but when he was a teenager, he was barely ordinary and silent. Wang Lin in the river was expressionless, his eyes closed, as if a stone in the Changchun River was standing still. Do not move, do not make any noise.

And these two Wang Lin, there is also a vertical crack in the forehead.

Wang Lin’s deity, who has manifested the return to the imaginary body, has not been spread by any of his blood at this moment, but has gradually become a glory.

In that glory, it is like a mirror-like three-stone, looming, gradually forming.

In the Linghai, the three parties are separated and compete with each other, but now they don't have the slightest anger, but everyone knows clearly that this is just the last silence before the storm.

Soon, there will be new changes, whether it is Lin Feng’s mentoring, or the illusory audience and the singularity of the strong family.

Some others have already come to the light coast and are in contact with it. (To be continued...)