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"We are still here... It seems that the empress also brought out the time silhouette of the Kunlun Mirror."

Yang Jian looked down at his hands and said thoughtfully.

"What do you mean?" Nezha scratched his head in confusion.

"Let's put it this way." Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, then explained, "You, as well as the previous Pantao Festival, are the silhouettes of time projected by the Queen Mother on the real Kunlun virtual world with the Kunlun mirror, like a real illusion.

Originally, the time silhouette only covered Kunlun Xu, but as the Queen Mother left the small world of Kunlun Xu and returned to the Pamirs, the time silhouette also spread with her.

This is still the real Pamir Plateau, but we can see everything that happened here a hundred years ago, as if someone used a 3D projection to reflect the past history here... Forget it, you can’t understand it.

You just need to know that the current Pamir Plateau is the overlap between the real world and the silhouette of the past. "

"You mean, we can see people from the future here, and people from the future can also see us who existed in the past?" Nezha finally came to his senses.

"Yes, that's it."

"It's amazing..."

"Now is not the time to be emotional." Yang Jian squinted at the direction where Queen Mother Xi and Ziwei Xingjun left, with a look of worry in his eyes, "Let's follow the past to see what happened at the border..."

Just as Yang Jian was about to follow, Lin Qiye stood in front of him one step ahead.

Lin Qiye looked at him with a complicated expression, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"Ah Jin... No, Yang Jian, maybe, you don't need to get involved anymore."

Yang Jian frowned puzzled.

"Everything that happened here is just a silhouette of history. No matter what you do, it will not change the course of history... Some things don't need to happen again."

Yang Jian and Nezha didn't know what would happen soon, but Lin Qiye knew it very well.

On the Survival Day, the reason why Daxia survived the mist safely was because the gods of Daxia collapsed their cultivation bases, abandoned their bodies, and turned into nine steles of the gods of the country, sitting on the frontier... Regardless of the man in front of him, Whether it was his younger brother A Jin, or Daxia Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian, he didn't want to see the tragedy happen.

Seemingly aware of something, Yang Jian frowned and asked,

"What happened next... has something to do with my falling into reincarnation?"

"……Um."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Yang Jian was silent for a while, then turned his head slightly, and looked in the direction where Queen Mother Xi and the others were leaving.

In the wind and snow, the sky outside the border on the west side of Daxia was gradually swallowed by strange shadows, and the endless fog slowly approached Daxia like a giant beast, opening its ferocious fangs... Vaguely, A few golden gods can be seen speeding fast before the mist.

Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes, and said calmly: "Great Xia was robbed, all the immortals were killed, no matter the truth or falsehood, if you shrink back in fear at this moment, how is it different from the rats?

If this is my destiny, it doesn't matter if I fall into reincarnation or die...even if it is repeated thousands of times, I will go. "

As soon as the words fell, Yang Jian burst out with a dazzling silver divine light, and his whole body turned into a stream of light, flying towards the approaching fog outside the western border.

Nezha sighed and flew over.

Lin Qiye was stunned for a while, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he wanted to follow, but after thinking carefully, he turned his direction and approached in the direction of Gonger Peak.

Although I don't know how wide the time silhouette covers, but judging from the current situation, Gongger Peak not far from here should also be within the projection range of the silhouette. You must know that there are still a lot of recruits there . ???.

Even if the silhouette itself will not affect reality, he still has to go there to stabilize the situation, otherwise the situation will become chaotic after a while, and no one knows what will happen.

……

Gonger Peak.

The edge of the silhouette of time quickly passed the mountain, covering the entire mountain and the surrounding plateau.

An Qingyu, who had just finished cutting her nails, suddenly seemed to sense something, frowned, and looked at the vast snow-capped mountains outside the tent, with a look of grayness in her eyes.

"What's the matter, Qingyu?"

Jiang Er noticed the strange expression on An Qingyu's expression, and asked suspiciously.

"Something's wrong..." An Qingyu frowned more and more, he stood up, opened the curtain of the tent and walked out.

As soon as he came out, two howling divine lights flew past him, galloping rapidly towards the western border, and he could vaguely see that they were two divine figures in golden armor.

Seeing this scene, An Qingyu froze in place suddenly.

That's... the Great Xia God?

Just now, two Great Xia Gods flew past with a whoosh?

Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan got out of the tent, and at the same time, several rainbows of various colors flew past in the eastern sky.

Among those long rainbows, there are terrifying aura fluctuations. Some are white-bearded old men riding cranes, and some are sword-carrying men with their feet on auspicious clouds. They streaked across the sky one after another like a meteor shower, and all three of them stayed in place. .

"Big, Great Xia God? So many Great Xia Gods?" Baili Pangpang exclaimed, "This is the start of a full-scale battle of gods? Where is the battlefield?"

"Look!"

Cao Yuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the west.

The rest of the people turned their heads to look, and their pupils shrank suddenly.

The fog that was originally blocked by the invisible barrier has disappeared. About tens of kilometers away, a thick fog that is dozens of times denser than the fog they saw before is slowly approaching the border of Daxia. An unprecedented sense of oppression hangs over everyone's heart.

"When did the fog become so thick? What about the invisible barrier?"

An Qingyu frowned. He stared at the thick snow beneath his feet, bent down and picked up a strand of snowflakes, thinking seriously.

"No...everything here is fake."

"fake?"

Baili Pangpang was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something when he landed in the temporary stronghold in a flash of night.

"Qiye!" Baili Fatty saw Lin Qiye coming, his eyes lit up, "Are you alright?"

"I am fine."

"Have you seen those Great Xia gods? There is also fog..."

"Don't worry." Lin Qiye patted him on the shoulder, "Everything we see is a silhouette of time..."

Lin Qiye told the four of them what had happened, and everyone looked at each other, seeing the unbelievable look in each other's eyes.

"There is such a magical thing." Cao Yuan said with emotion.

"In short, the most important thing now is to protect the recruits, and..."

Before Lin Qiye finished speaking, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and the voice stopped abruptly.

He turned his head to look at the sky in the distance, only to see a golden figure in cassock in the wind and snow, stepping somersaulting on the clouds, and flying towards the direction of the mist rapidly.