"Long time no see!"

Looking at the figure in front of him, Jiang Yun was not surprised. He calmly nodded to the other party and said hello.

What appears is an old man, the spirit of mirage!

Mirage, as well as most of the sacred objects of the nine nationalities, Jiang Yun was obtained in a colorful space.

Although all the sacred objects of the nine nationalities have super power, few can really give birth to the spirit.

Mirage is the birth of a spirit, and Jiang Yun hasn't seen him for a long time.

Hearing Jiang Yun's greeting, Qi Ling didn't respond.

Because his eyes were staring at the scene around him, and there was a thick color of memory on his old face.

Even his lips were trembling slightly.

Obviously, as the spirit of the mirage, he has some memories of this mirage homeland.

Jiang Yun didn't bother him and stood silently waiting.

After a long time, Qi Ling took a deep breath, finally looked at Jiang Yun, hugged Jiang Yun and said, "haven't seen you for a long time."

Jiang Yun waved his hand and said, "it seems that you should think of something."

The spirit nodded and said, "yes, I'm the holy thing of the mirage. This is also my home."

"It's just that I don't remember much, because I wasn't born here."

Jiang Yun was not surprised by Qi Ling's answer.

A magic weapon is not how high it is and how powerful it is, it will be able to produce a spirit.

It can be said that the birth of an instrument spirit is something that can not be found.

Jiang Yun then asked, "you must know my relationship with the mirage, so no matter what you remember, can you tell me?"

Qi Ling naturally knew Jiang Yun's past experience, so he nodded again, closed his eyes, and remained silent for a long time before he said, "I only remember that all the mirage people here are on the mirage!"

This sentence made Jiang Yun's body suddenly stagger, stagger back and withdraw one step.

Sure enough, sure enough, I was guessed right by myself!

The people of the mirage clan are all incarnated into the runes on the mirage.

Looking at the empty world in front of Jiang Yun, it seemed that a large number of people appeared in front of him.

All the mirage people, men and women, old and young, gathered next to the mirage, looked at the mirage and worshipped it with piety and respect.

Then they stood up, turned to their homes, cleaned up everything at home, closed the door, and concentrated next to the mirage again as if they were going on a long trip.

At this moment, some of them have peace on their faces, fear on their faces, and fear on their faces.

But no matter what kind of expression, in the end, they all turned into lines on the mirage.

The scene in front of Jiang Yun gradually disappeared. He also closed his eyes and asked softly, "why!"

"Why did they sacrifice their lives?"

The tool spirit also answered softly, "they seem to be dealing with a powerful enemy!"

"Only by gathering the strength of all their people and adding it to the mirage can it be possible to defeat this enemy."

Jiang Yun's eyes suddenly opened and looked at the spirit: "what enemy, who?"

This time, the tool spirit shook his head, his face showed a painful color and said, "I don't know. It is because of their sacrifice that I appeared!"

The spirit of mirage was born because of the sacrifice of all mirage people!

Jiang Yun looked at Qi Ling and didn't ask why.

He can't judge whether the instrument spirit really doesn't know, or whether he knows but refuses, or doesn't dare to tell himself!

Just like blood impermanence, I dare not say someone's name.

Yes, your honor is the only powerful enemy that Jiang Yun can think of facing the mirage!

This is not Jiang Yun's random suspicion, but inferred from the attitude of the spirit Duke of the mirage generation in the dreamland, the order of the master who suddenly changed, and the ignorance of the spirit of the mirage.

The strength of the mirage is absolutely strong, and they have nine other groups that are not weaker than their peers.

In this case, the mirage needs to sacrifice the lives of all its people to resist its powerful enemy. Who else can there be except the Lord!

"Buzz!"

The mirage trembled again and made Jiang Yun come back to his senses. The instrument spirit in front of him had returned to the mirage again, and he didn't say anything to Jiang Yun.

Obviously, the mood of the instrument spirit at the moment is also extremely complex. I don't know what to say at all.

Jiang Yun did not summon the spirit of the instrument, but stretched out his hand and sent the mirage back into his body.

Then, Jiang Yun's body also soared, and he looked down at the whole mirage, and finally turned and left. The way to leave is the same as when you came, that is to step into the light door. As Jiang Yun's figure returned to the cave, the light door immediately dissipated, and the mirage on the three murals also recovered its light, as if it had never happened. Only Jiang Yun knows that with the mirage, he can still enter the clan land of the mirage. Jiang Yun didn't stay any longer and rushed out of the cave. Standing on the hillside, Jiang Yun took a long breath. The experience just now, especially the words of the last instrument spirit, made Jiang Yun's heart like a heavy stone. However, he didn't think about the mirage again, and he didn't think about whether the master had attacked the mirage. Because it's no use thinking about it. Even if he is as rebellious as blood impermanence, he dare not mention each other's name. Even if all his guesses are right, what can he do! After calming down, Jiang Yun continued to climb towards the top of the mountain and soon came to the top of the mountain. Standing here and condescending, you can have a panoramic view of all the scenes in the restricted area. Jiang Yun glanced at the other nine mountains, especially those representing the eight nationalities, and took back his eyes. Before, he was determined to visit all the ten mountains, but now he gave up the idea. Because without looking at the tenth mountain, there must be no living creatures in the other eight mountains. Jiang Yun did not dare to think about the answer to the question where the people of the eight nationalities went, so he might as well not look at it. Jiang Yun's eyes finally fixed on the valley surrounded by ten mountains. The whole valley is dark and has a huge area of ten thousand feet. From Jiang Yun's point of view, it was like a monster opening its mouth and waiting for someone to jump in. Jiang Yun suddenly opened his mouth: "senior, I have entered the restricted area. Please show up!" Jiang Yun's voice constantly echoed in the huge restricted area and spread into the valley. What Jiang Yun wants to see is naturally the powerful existence that turned the forest into a tree man. The other side said he was waiting for himself in the restricted area. Now, Jiang Yun just wants to talk to each other and it's best to solve his doubts. If not, Jiang Yun will not continue to explore the burial ground. He will return to the mirage land again to restore his cultivation, and then leave the burial ground. He is not going to enter the burial ground until he has enough strength. As Jiang Yun's voice fell, he saw the darkness in the valley, suddenly rolled down, and gradually became clear until the complete valley was exposed. The whole valley was also thousands of feet deep, and in the center of the bottom of the valley, a figure sat cross legged. With Jiang Yun's eyesight, he clearly saw that he was a middle-aged man, thin and handsome. The man just raised his head, his eyes were opposite Jiang Yun, and a smile appeared on his face. He nodded and waved to Jiang Yun. It was obvious that he was asking Jiang Yun to go down. But Jiang Yun did not move. Because there were nine chains of different colors on the man's body, which deeply penetrated into his body. The nine chains connect the nine mountains. Among them, there is a mountain connected by a chain, which is the mountain where Jiang Yun lives, the mirage residence! This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.