half demon glass

Chapter 497 Dreaming Back to Southern Xinjiang ([-])

A huge black hole suddenly appeared at my feet.

Before I could react, I was instantly engulfed by this black hole.

Ye Jinli held my hand tightly and jumped down with me.

Just when he jumped down, I seemed to see, and just as we came down, a black shadow came down.

But after I landed, there was no one around me...

I don't know if my consciousness entered the illusion, or was scattered by this black hole during the fall.

There was darkness all around me, I subconsciously clenched the dagger in my hand, vigilant like a kitten that would explode at any moment.

But when I walked out of this darkness step by step, I suddenly found that I had appeared in that white snow mirror again!

This is……

I'm back to the illusion about southern Xinjiang?

Thinking of this, I was terrified. In addition to curiosity, it was more the fear caused by the cold back...

It may be a coincidence to enter the illusion of southern Xinjiang once.

Entering a similar illusion twice...

Or, my identity was found out, deliberately, trying to make me remember everything on purpose.

Or, it was me who broke the bloodline seal, and as I became stronger day by day, all the lost memories of my previous life gradually began to return to their place.

After all, southern Xinjiang is the thing that lingers deepest in my mind at this stage.

I am not sure whether this illusion can be connected with the previous one.

Carefully, but aimlessly wandering in the snow.

As I walked, I actually came to the edge of the purest and clearest lake in the snow again.There was no one here at this time, and it was so quiet that I could hear the sound of falling snow clearly.

On the snow-capped mountain by the lake is the Nanjiang Temple surrounded by clouds, far, far away from the ground.

I gritted my teeth and simply climbed up the hillside.

I just feel that I have walked a long, long way, as if after a century, all my strength has been exhausted.

That temple is still far, far away from me.

On the contrary, it was a quiet small mountain village on the mountainside, under the temple, that caught my attention.

There are many living people living in the village. They seem to be unable to see me, and they are still busy with the things in their hands.

The moment I saw this village, countless pictures like fragments reverberated in my mind inexplicably.

It's as if I used to live here!
Even the unfamiliar faces coming and going in the village made me feel extremely familiar.

I don't know what the layout of Southern Border is like, but I have an inexplicable feeling...

Under the Southern Xinjiang Temple, there is definitely more than one village like this attached to the snow-capped mountains...

And even though what I saw was just a virtual and real illusion, the bodies of these people...

In addition to the three yang fires on the top of the head and shoulders, there is also a strand, whether it is divine power or spiritual power.

It seems that they are gods and people with a little blood in southern Xinjiang.

I stood at the entrance of the village, staring blankly at everything in front of me, until suddenly there were three drumbeats outside, and a piece of melodious tune that I seemed to have heard before...

The village, which was considered quiet just now, was suddenly full of people, and everyone gathered around the entrance of the village tremblingly, as if waiting for the arrival of some important person.

On the whole face, there is a pious appearance.

(End of this chapter)