Seeing the light in the mirror, and then looking at the dark sun, a faint smile overflowed from the corner of Lin Feng's mouth.
In the mirror light, white clouds can be seen looming, and under the brilliance of the dark sun, you can also see the brilliance of different colors rising and falling, flowing continuously.
That mirror light was naturally the brilliance of the Haotian Mirror, and that dark sun was the manifestation of the demonic power of the Phantom Sun, the then contemporary leader of the Youdu clan, Youdu. 12.
At this moment, different scenes appeared in the eyes of the Taixu audience and the Youdu clan.
In the eyes of everyone watching from Taixu, there is also a dark sun rising. In addition, there is a purple auspicious cloud. In the purple auspicious cloud, different scenes seem to emerge.
But in the eyes of the strong men of the Youdu clan, what they saw were purple auspicious clouds and bright mirror light.
The three parties each looked at the scene in front of them, and they all knew that it was the result of the opponent's mana or demonic power pouring into this ocean of light.
However, neither Lin Feng nor the Taixu Guan monks or the Youdu clan attacked each other first. Instead, they first focused on the ocean of light in front of them.
Under the influence of their magical powers, the endless spiritual energy in the spiritual sea formed a huge wave and surged toward this ocean of light.
The sea of light seemed to have turned into a bottomless abyss at this moment, swallowing up all the spiritual energy that poured into it, and not even a wave could stir up.
But Zhu Yi, Wang Lin and others' expressions moved slightly, and they could vaguely feel that Guanghai seemed to be a little dim.
From a spatial distance perspective, the ocean of light in front of us seems to be slowly shrinking.
The shrinkage is very small. The speed is very slow, but it is actually changing. Even the spiritual sea world that everyone is in seems to be changing.
A stream of light manifested by the great avenues extends from it. It hangs down like a silk ribbon and wraps around Lin Feng's master and disciple.
These lights give people a sense of incompleteness, dilapidation, and disorganization, but as time goes by, they gradually become complete and standardized again, and then break away from everyone, drifting toward the distant spiritual sea, the heaven and earth, and then disappear into the vast void.
No trace.
But between heaven and earth, the brilliance of the avenue gradually became dazzling, dazzling and looming.
And from the ocean of light, a new avenue of brilliance will emerge from it and continue to entangle master and disciple Lin Feng.
Lin Feng and others were already sitting cross-legged, sitting in the empty void, facing the seemingly endless ocean of light.
The Bell of Creation has lost its original appearance at this moment, but has manifested itself as a second manifestation, the River of Time. The huge ancient bell has turned into an endless flowing gurgling river, long and vicissitudes, like the long river of time, washing away everything.
All things.
This river of time surrounds Lin Feng and others. It keeps flowing, seeming to change the world.
The ocean of light and the world of the spiritual sea are like two different worlds. Under the operation of Lin Feng's magic power, the river of time has turned into a boundary. This makes the world where Lin Feng's master and disciple and others are located seem to be the same as the spiritual sea.
Separated from the glorious ocean and transformed into the third world.
However, this world is closely connected with the spiritual sea, heaven and earth, and the ocean of light. The boundaries of the realms are extremely blurred. The three seem to form a mysterious balance, and they are interconnected with each other.
As time passed, the sea of light in front of Lin Feng gradually changed its appearance, and the radiance gradually turned purple.
Purple light streams are constantly traveling in the ocean of light, becoming more and more numerous and dense, and the overall purple light is becoming more and more intense, dyeing the entire sea of light purple.
At the same time, in the spiritual sea world where the Taixu Guan monks were located, the ocean of light in front of them gradually became like the light of the Haotian Mirror, clear, quiet, calm, and like a mirror.
The ocean of light in front of the strong men of the Youdu clan was dyed black. In the black sea of light, a large number of divine patterns emerged from it, as if bubbles were rising in the water.
Lin Feng closed his eyes and looked at ease. He could feel that he, Taixu Guan, and the Youdu clan were infecting the ocean of light in front of him with their own magic power and will.
And this sea of light, which represents the gap in the spiritual sea, is gradually shrinking in size.
In the sea of light, at the center of the area occupied by each of the three parties, there is a core, which is also forming. It is transitioning from reality to reality, from the illusory level to the real thing.
In this area of my own, the core is gradually giving birth to a purple auspicious cloud. The auspicious cloud is now becoming more condensed and more real. Although it still looks like an illusory cloud with no fixed form, it has already stepped into the real world.
The areas occupied by each of the three parties are constantly expanding, and the regional boundaries are gradually approaching.
In Lin Feng's sea of consciousness, at this moment, the Eight Diagrams objects laid the foundation for creation, and the four phenomena of earth, water, fire, and wind were in chaos, and then settled down again, interpreting the opening up of creation.
Everything is transformed into the way of two rituals, one black and one white, flowing continuously.
The way of creation alternates back and forth between forward and reverse, over and over again.
Above his head, a piece of light and shadow lit up. It seemed to be only a few feet in diameter, like a canopy. However, the interpretation of various principles was dizzying. Hundreds of millions of formations were constantly intertwined, but it was the birth and death of two rituals.
Array.
In the Liangyi Formation of Life and Death, there is a huge and majestic palace, like the residence of the God King in the sky, shrouded in heavy light. Even if you can't see it clearly, you can still feel the domineering and majestic power of it.
The Tai Chi diagram on Lin Feng's forehead kept rotating, and streams of light poured out from it and fell into the sea of light in front of him.
As time goes by, the aura on his body becomes more and more mysterious, giving people a sense of unfathomability.
And the river of time flowing around his body became deeper and deeper.
The long river can't see where to go, and the source cannot be identified. It is like being engraved in time, and it is difficult to define by length and position. However, there is a middle-aged man sitting in the river, which gives people the feeling that this man is sitting
In the center of the long river of time, no matter how long the time passes, he will never move.
This man is the magic weapon Yuanling of the Bell of Creation, the boy of creation, but at this moment, it is really difficult to describe him as a "boy". Not only does he look like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, but his description
His appearance continues to change, and he slowly becomes older.
As Lin Feng and others continued to fill the process of refining the spiritual sea, time continued to pass. Later, although the creation boy was still wearing black and white robes, his appearance had changed into that of an old man.
Although he looks thin and energetic, his beard and hair are all white, and he is described as old.
Only his eyes contain the characteristics of a baby, a teenager, a middle-aged person, etc. at the same time, making it impossible to tell his age at all.
Beside Lin Feng, his disciples were also gradually changing.
Zhu Yi manifested his return-to-empty body, with a calm and peaceful expression, but the Golden Bridge on the other side had already appeared under him. On the Golden Bridge, multiple lights and shadows gradually appeared, but they were all sages and great scholars from the past and present.
The sound of reading is endless, and gradually it is not limited to the sound of reading, it becomes more and more noisy, and all kinds of human voices appear.
But the magnificent spirit of humane will of the Golden Bridge on the other side has become more pure and concise.
In addition to the original eight circles of light on the Golden Bridge on the other side, a ninth circle of light began to slowly emerge.
On the other side of Wang Lin, the changes were even more obvious. His mirror-like pupils became more and more dazzling, while his head gradually began to return to the original appearance of the returning body, no longer like the demon's clone.
The acupoints reveal powerful Qi and blood power that is like the birth and death of the universe.
His body and trunk are also undergoing the same changes, but all the energy and blood in his body are shrinking towards his body, which is where his heart is.
When Wang Lin's body of returning to the void was first formed, his heart looked like the Palace of Heaven manifesting his magic power.
But now, Wang Lin stood in the void, his limbs spread out, and his left leg turned into a lot of light. In the light, there was a huge black palace, which was the Palace of Hell.
The door of the Palace of Hell opened, and inside, in addition to the two rotating haloes of light, one black and one white, there was a figure standing high on the throne, wearing a black dragon robe and a flat crown on his head, like the Lord of the Nine Netherworlds.
That figure had the same facial features as Wang Lin, but was cold and majestic and indifferent to the common people.
On his forehead, there is even a vertical cracked demon pattern, which is the same as the old demon's clone.
On the other side, Wang Lin's right leg also turned into a lot of light. In the light, there was a dark stone bridge, which seemed to have existed forever and everlasting. The bridge connected life and death, ghosts, gods, yin and yang, heaven and earth.
On the stone bridge, stood a man in green clothes. He looked ordinary and leisurely, but he also looked like Wang Lin. However, compared to the Ming Lord in the Palace of Hell, this Wang Lin looked much kinder.
With a smile on his face, the only noticeable thing is that there is a vertical cracked magic mark on his forehead.
Wang Lin's left and right hands turned into Huangquan Road and Wangchuan River respectively. There was also a Wang Lin on the road and in the river.
Wang Lin on the road is not an adult, but his own youth, stubborn and ordinary, walking silently alone. Wang Lin in the river has an expressionless face and closed eyes, like a stubborn stone standing quietly in the long river of the underworld.
It doesn't move and doesn't make any sound.
The two Wang Lins also had a vertical cracked magic pattern on their foreheads.
Wang Lin's head, which had manifested the void-returning dharma body, no longer had any energy and blood spreading out, but gradually began to turn into a hazy light.
In that radiance, the mirror-like Sansheng Stone loomed and gradually took shape.
In the spiritual sea, the three parties are separated and competing with each other. There is no anger at the moment, but everyone knows in their hearts that this is just the last calm before the storm.
Soon, new changes took place, and everyone, including Master and Disciple Lin Feng, the Taixu audience, and the powerful men of the Youdu clan felt something about it.
There are other people who have also come to the shore of the Light Sea and come into contact with it. (To be continued...)