While observing the battle between the people of Changsheng Palace and the ghost cultivator outside the formation, Gu Xiu saw that Yuan Yuan was hit by Lin Wen's magic trick. He didn't know whether he was relieved or he let him breathe a sigh of relief.

While fighting with Peng Chang, "We can't leave here before they wake up. I see that the monks in the Changsheng Palace can't hold on for long. Changsheng Jun is dead. The monks in the Changsheng Palace have no heads. Now they have become a piece of loose sand. Failure is only a matter of a moment. When those ghost cultivators kill all the monks in the Changsheng Palace, it is hard to guarantee that they will not find us."

I won’t say that all four of them are cultivators in the Condensation Stage. There are still two of them still like this. If they match, they will have no chance of winning.

"Junior Sister Gu finally woke up naturally after she finished her past memories?" Peng Changzheng asked suddenly.

Gu Xiu thought that he was in the Golden Light Channel and suddenly knew in advance that this ascension would not enter the immortal world, but would jump into the upper realm of the immortal world to ascend to the upper realm of the immortal world. At that moment, his mind suddenly became very clear and his memory ended suddenly.

In this way, she woke up without experiencing her memory again.

But her memory is more than a thousand years, Peng Chang fought... She didn't know yet, but Yan Yuheng and Wu Jie's memories are definitely not as long as they were. Even if they finished all the memories, they would only wake up before themselves. It's unreasonable that they were still immersed in it after so long.

"No, I suddenly realized that there was not reality, but my memory. As soon as I came out of my memory, there was a mirror there and it broke."

Gu Xiu pointed to the wall opposite the chair she was sitting on. The mirror had turned into powder and had long become part of this lot of dust.

"So too." Peng Changzheng then said, "So... I think, maybe it's not enough to just experience the path we remember again, but to discover yourself in a dream and break free from it."

Gu Xiu frowned, "So, if they hadn't found it in their dreams, would they have been like this?"

"Maybe they will continue to live in memory. If you recall the present, you will continue to practice and live in a normal world according to your own temperament, habits, and ways. However, the world they have drawn from now on is only pale, monotonous, or even lonely according to known conditions until the end..."

"How was it in the end?" Gu Xiu felt a little uncomfortable.

"In the end, we can no longer draw a complete world, and the world in our memory will collapse..." Peng Changzheng said slowly.

Gu Xiu understood that if the world in memory collapsed, the people in the world would naturally disappear, including the master who created the world, that is, their own souls would also disappear.

"Uncle Huagui, look, that..."

Gu Xiu was thinking about Peng Changzheng's words when he heard Lin Wen's voice suddenly ringing.

"That mirror... Junior Sister Gu, did we have it when we came in?" Peng Changzheng asked immediately.

Gu Xiu looked up and Lin Wen was pointing at the round mirror that Gu Xiu had discovered before, which was embedded in the black-edged silver surface above the iron door, with strange patterns on it.

"I don't know, after coming in, I didn't look back. I discovered that the iron gate was opened again and was eager to set up the formation. Maybe there were before, maybe like these, and it only appeared later."

Gu Xiu pointed to the mirror embedded on the wall opposite Wu Jie and Yan Yuheng, and on the wall opposite where they sat before. Two mirrors had appeared there, but after they woke up, the two mirrors turned into powder and merged with the dust in the passage.

Lin Wen's words not only attracted the attention of Hua Gui, but other ghost cultivators also turned their attention to the mirror.

"This mirror...this mirror..." Hua Gui's thin face kept shaking.

"Hua Gui, do you know this mirror?" Another ghost cultivator in the Sanshen Stage stage solved the last Sanshen Stage stage cultivator in the Changsheng Palace. He grabbed the man's soul and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it and swallowed it. He smashed it and smashed it. It seemed that he hadn't eaten enough. He walked to Hua Gui, looked at the mirror, and asked curiously.

The flower ghost did not answer, but just stared at the mirror for a moment, without blinking.

"I said Sun Datou, when you were alive, you were a butcher who could not read a word. Why did you die? You didn't know how to make progress. You still don't read a lot of words. Do you think you are suffering now?"

Another Sanshen period ghost cultivator who looked like a scholar knocked on the Sanshen period ghost cultivator who was asking questions with a folding fan in his hand.

When the scholar heard that the man was called Sun Datou, Gu Xiuchao looked at his head specifically. The name Sun Datou was worthy of his name.

Peng Chang argued: "It seems that this mirror is a good thing, at least it is a treasure for their ghost cultivators."

Gu Xiu nodded, "I feel that the mirrors in the passage exist because of that mirror. Brother Peng, do you think if the mirror was taken away by the ghost cultivator, will Fellow Daoist Yan and Wu Jie wake up?"

Peng Changzheng shook his head, "I don't know, maybe, maybe not... they seem to have internal conflicts."

"Ah?" Gu Xiu hurriedly looked at the ghost cultivators in front of him.

This time, a total of seven ghost cultivators in the Sanshen Stage were coming, two of them fell, and there were still five ghost cultivators in the Sanshen Stage. In addition to the Flower Ghost, Sun Datou also had ghost cultivators dressed as literati, there were two, a ghost cultivator who looked like a middle-aged woman, and a ghost cultivator who looked like a thin old man. This thin old man looked slightly better than the flower ghost, but in Gu Xiu's opinion, it was still the ugly group.

Now it seems that the five ghost cultivators each have their own thoughts. Although Sun Datou didn't know what the mirror was, he still sensitively realized that it was a good thing.

The only ones who really knew the mirror seemed to be Hua Gui and the scholar. Hua Gui didn't speak. Apart from ridiculing the words of Sun Dazhu's ignorance, the scholar didn't say anything more.

"Flower ghosts, Wenshu, here is 100,800 miles away from the Sencheng City, not even a ghost realm. How did the yin energy here come from? I think it should be from this unusual mirror, right?"

The middle-aged female ghost cultivator seems to have realized something.

The flower ghost was still looking at the mirror and didn't say anything. The scholar lightly lit the folding fan and smiled, "Yan Li, you can guess whatever you want, but don't ask me, I don't know anything."

"Hmph!" The middle-aged female ghost cultivator named Yan Li snorted coldly, "Don't you know? You have read almost all the jade books in the city. Also, you should be able to memorize the notes of Master Tongming now, right?"

"So what? No matter how many jade slips and classic notes I read, I still don't know what I should know."

The light Tao of poetry.
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