Xiang Yang looked carefully and found that most of the warriors sitting cross-legged in front of the light mirror were not very high in cultivation, and they were all acquired cultivation. The strongest one was the perfect true energy, which was only a small character that could be destroyed by a blink of an eye.

However, the expressions of these people aroused Xiang Yang's curiosity.

Some, their mouths bloomed, were ecstatic, as if they had learned some great news, some, their expressions were relieved, as if their long-term troubles had been resolved, some, their facial features were ferocious, their faces were entangled, and their murderous intent was overwhelmed, as if they had experienced some bitter and deep hatred...

More than a dozen people have more than a dozen expressions and more than a dozen different states of mind. Even if they are all happy and receive responses from their beloved, they will have completely different feelings when they hear the messages from their friends they have never seen for a long time.

In addition to these, there is also a middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back and looking up at the flying phoenix pattern carved on the wall.

He has noble temperament, elegant mind, and has comprehended the heavenly beings in realm. His cultivation is profound and he is definitely not below Qi Hanjiang. He is definitely the backbone of the elites of the God-Slaying Sect.

"This person should be the person in charge of this square resource. Once the Shenguanmenyou makes great contributions and needs to improve his cultivation, he can come here to find him.

As for these light mirrors, it seems that they focus on the way of the spirit and polish the will. Is it related to the mirror of the heart?”

Xiang Yang couldn't help but secretly guess that the strange scene in front of him really made people think deeply.

Walking quietly along the unmanned path, Xiang Yang's footsteps were gone, and his breathing was gone, like a ghost walking along the dark mountain road on the other side of the square.

Shortly after Xiang Yang left, the middle-aged man who had originally stood with his hands turned around and frowned. He looked at the direction of Xiang Yang leaving and was surprised, and said in his heart,

"This son's divine intentions are harmonious, as if the most holy and godly celestial beings, even if they do not have a mirror to reflect their hearts, they will sooner or later realize the true nature.

If you can press your mind, polish it carefully, and then come after you are promoted and attained enlightenment, you may be able to use the mirror to open the spiritual sacred treasure of the heart. It would be a pity to take advantage of this opportunity now."

He was not as good as Xiang Yang in middle age, but he had outstanding eyesight and talent. He had also experienced real practice in the mirror of the mind and had his own insights into spiritual perception.

However, if Xiang Yang heard it, he would just sneer at the naivety.

This world is the benefit of grasping what you have in your hands. Otherwise, if you wait for your talent, insight and time to advance, God knows how much unnecessary time and energy will be consumed, and what kind of accidents will happen during this period.

Moreover, Xiang Yang has absolute and very strong confidence in himself. He must break the three levels of divine treasures, and he can definitely break them. If he doesn’t even have such confidence and will, he doesn’t need to practice. He can still live a good life with his current cultivation and martial arts.

Without mentioning what the man was thinking, Xiang Yang continued to move forward, and in the middle of the journey, he encountered the square where innate warriors gathered one after another. The number of people was as many as twenty, just like the people in front of him, but the mirror was a little smaller and more refined.

Then he came to the secret path where the realm of heaven and man was located, and saw a light mirror the size of a nine-sided washbasin, as well as two men and women who were very close and intimate.

These two men were not as good as the warriors before, and were unable to extricate themselves from the spiritual world. Instead, they were talking in secret words and talking, and they seemed to have just been intimate.

The man looks very heroic and domineering, with bright and sharp eyes. Although his body is not tall, he is thick and strong. His exposed arms are like blue veins, which shows that he is good at practicing horizontally.

On him, Xiang Yang saw an artistic conception that was similar to the aura of the domineering spear but was far from the charm of the gods. If he had expected it was right, he would have been the domineering spear disciple who temporarily gave up this time to compete for the throne, Wu Qinglie.

However, it is said that this person had a engagement with a princess of the royal family, but now he has a unclear relationship with a female god in the sect of the God-Slaying Sect, and his character is still to be discussed.

In terms of martial arts, although he is a disciple of the domineering spear, he is seriously imitating it and becomes a demon of his heart. If he cannot break it, his achievements will end there, which is not very powerful.

When she saw another person, Xiang Yang's originally calm and indifferent heart lake suddenly felt turbulent. She raised her eyebrows and was a little surprised, even panicked.

Her beautiful appearance, graceful figure, and inadvertently revealed style are very similar to the woman who fell in his arms and died at his hands, Nan Xiaoru, Nan Xiaoru in the secret realm of Tianhuan?

Xiang Yang's thoughts suddenly turned back to the days countless years ago, recalling the woman he had remembered for the first time, and even recalling the moment when he was depressed and filled with sadness. Everything seemed to have just happened yesterday.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, Nan Xiaoru, you said you wanted me to remember you forever, now it seems that you really won.

At the same time, Xiang Yang began to doubt whether the secret realm of Tianhuan is not illusory, but real?

Or is it like a parallel world, Nan Xiaoru in that world and this woman in this world are the same person in different worlds?

The Wordless Heavenly Book has not been moving for a long time and has not issued a task, but Xiang Yang still clearly felt that he was hiding in his mud ball, rising and falling, waiting for something.

Immediately, Xiang Yang suppressed the abnormality in his heart, his eyes returned to calm, and his eyes looked at the two of them with clear and peaceful eyes.

"Hey, Constable Xiang is finally here. I thought you were planning to save this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity until you can prove it before using it."

When Wu Qinglie saw the visitor, he casually pulled out his big hand that had just been in the beautiful woman's clothes. His face was a little rosy and his eyes were flashing. He said in surprise.

On the Tianxing Platform that day, he was also one of the ones who watched the battle among the General Chief of the Purple-Yiyi. Xiang Yang showed his great power and the martial arts of the madness that was as powerful as a sword, and he also saw it deeply and was afraid of it.

He knew that he could not be Xiang Yang's opponent, so he might as well show his goodwill and take the initiative to communicate.

"Brother Wu was joking. Although Xiang was arrogant, he was not sure of the impact on the right path. Naturally, he would not let go of the opportunity given by the sect. He was preparing to go into seclusion and practice hard.

I wonder who this one is?"

Xiang Yang bowed his hand to return the gift. Although it was the first time he talked to Wu Qinglie, he did not feel awkward and alienated.

While he was smiling, he still looked at the woman with a fair face and a red face, and a charming look on her face, and a touch of tenderness appeared unknowingly.

The other party is too similar to Nan Xiaoru, or almost the same person, but a little older, which makes him feel curious and inquiry.

For such a similar person, Xiang Yang is inevitably mixed with some special emotions towards Nan Xiaoru, regret, guilt, pain, pity, and complexity that can force a person to go crazy.

Could it be that in another world, there is also an identical self? Or that people have similarities, it is just a coincidence.
Chapter completed!