In the distance, there are hazy mountain shadows, with undulating mountains. Among them, there is a big mountain, particularly majestic, like a pillar that stands between the sky and the earth, reaching the sky.

The whistling wind blew, as if it came from above the nine heavens.

On the wide river surface, it is as quiet as a mirror, without any turbulence.

Qi Wufei felt that the water surface was a mirror, just like the mirror on his chest.

The sky was filled with feathers and catkins that were swept by the wind.

A feather fell from his eyes, falling straight toward the water like iron cast.

The water surface is like a mirror, and there is a feather at the bottom, facing upright.

Two feathers collided at the intersection of the water surface, dissolved and slowly disappeared.

There are no waves, no ripples, everything is so quiet.

The upward feathers disappeared, and the downward feathers continued, sinking straight to the bottom of the water.

A spring swallow flew from afar, carrying mud, and flew towards the willow branches on the opposite shore.

When they flew over the river, the swallow suddenly fell straight down.

It flapped its wings desperately, but it did not work. It fell straight to the water like the feather just now, and then sank to the bottom of the river.

The river water is as quiet as a mirror, reflecting the sky and clouds.

Qi Wufei flew to the riverside, poked his head out, and shone his appearance in the river.

He saw his face, and his facial features were still his facial features, but he was covered with a layer of death breath, which looked exactly the same as the face of the God of Death.

He tried to thrust his mouth and blinked his eyes.

The shadow in the water also thrust his mouth and blinked his eyes.

But that he still looked like a dead person.

Then, he saw him laughing in the water.

He knew he was laughing too.

But, he didn't want to laugh.

It was because he laughed in the water that he laughed.

It's as if the one in the water is himself, and the side of the water is the real world.

Which one is the real self?

A trace of ripples finally appeared on the river surface, as if it was spread out by his own smile.

The water was rippling, and there were seven women playing with the water inside.

They wore seven different colors of clothes: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

When the wind blows, the clothes float into the sky like streamers, turning into colorful clouds in the sky.

What remains in the water is a dazzling white, white waves, white legs, white back...

The seven women all turned around and said to him, "Senior brother, come down and take a shower!"

After saying that, he hid in the water with a smile.

Qi Wufei subconsciously touched his butt.

"Xiao Qi, what are you doing?" Widow Wang suddenly appeared on the water, "Where are you itching? Come on, sister, help you scratch."

Widow Wang waded over with the water, her clothes were wet, and she tightly wrapped around her plump body.

Qi Wufei felt itchy everywhere, especially in his heart.

Widow Wang said, "Who did you give to your perfume?"

Qi Wufei said noddedly: "Give it...Give it..."

"Look at your stupid look!" Widow Wang smiled brightly, "Did you give it to Xiaowei?"

Duanmuwei appeared on the river surface.

Duanmuwei put her hands on her waist and muttered, "He didn't give it to me! He said, who did you give it to?"

Then he saw Su Suisui hiding in the distance and laughing secretly.

Many purple and golden floating algae floated upstream of the river, and they were in pieces.

When they floated in front of him, they all turned into bundles of purple coins and gold coins.

Qi Wufei couldn't help but want to go and catch it.

This is such a wonderful river!

He had just experienced the suffering brought to the world by the demons. Now that he saw these beautiful things, he believed that this was heaven.

He took a step forward desperately.

This step actually led him to step directly to the center of the river.

He felt the huge gravity, like a rope pulling him and causing him to fall straight down.

He saw his feet under the water, approaching him quickly.

He fell to the water, his feet sinking into the water, but he didn't feel anything.

My body sank into the water bit by bit, and then slowly sinks to the bottom of the river.

He looked up and saw another self on the river, floating towards the sky at the same posture and speed.

One of himself is sinking.

One of them is leaving him.

He felt tranquility, unparalleled tranquility.

Sink, continue to sink, keep sinking.

The sky is getting farther and farther away from him, and the light is getting farther and farther away from him.

die.

He smelled the real death.

The mirror on his chest trembled suddenly and turned into a cold again.

The cold feeling penetrated into his skin, causing a trace of clarity to flash through his mind.

Qi Wufei woke up suddenly and struggled to swim upwards.

But the gravity under his feet was so powerful that his struggle seemed so powerless.

He glanced down and saw a dark, bottomless vortex.

There were eyes staring at him in the vortex.

He vaguely saw the face of death.

"You can't escape. On the weak water, the feathers do not float, and the birds cannot cross. You have already come down, and you can't escape.

Come on, you have already walked halfway. As long as you pass through the Styx to the bottom of the Secret, you will be able to see the real me.

You can also see the real you.

I am you, you are me.

Come on, here is everything you want.

You can see the entire universe, the sentient beings in the three realms, your past, your present, your future, the way you pursue, the demons you fear...

Everything is here, they are your heart, your true face!"

Every word of this sound is like a hook, hooking Qi Wufei's heart.

If you can see the past, present and future, and see all things in the three realms, then you can solve all mysteries, right?

Why did I travel here?

What is the mirror I brought from my previous life?

Did the master secretly look at the demon mirror?

Where did those magical spells and spells come from?

...

He felt that tens of thousands of ants were gnawing at his heart, countless bugs were crawling in his brain, and countless souls were tearing his body.

Fortunately, the mirror on his chest was always like a piece of ice, and it trembled from time to time, keeping him awake.

no!

Can't sink!

He was going to escape from here. He tried his best to move upstream.

But the falling power was so strong that he could not use any strength.

After finally struggling to move up a little, I suddenly felt something was holding my ankle.

He looked down and saw some black vine-like things stretched out from the vortex, wrapping around his feet like a demon's tentacle.

He heard the hateful laughter again:

"Hahahaha...you can't escape...hehehehe...get down...hehehehehe......"

Qi Wufei knew that struggle was useless, so he could only fight to the death.

He stared at the vortex under his feet, and shouted with all his strength:

wnm!

Yuan Henry Jung!

With a bang, a lightning bolt slashed from the void, hitting the face of the god of death in the vortex, and also hit Qi Wufei himself.
Chapter completed!