Yi Lin was indeed surprised.

He didn't expect that he would see the destiny clay board here.

In the past, in the "God's Age", Gilgamesh had the habit of writing diaries. From time to time, he wrote and painted on the city walls, holding the clay tablets of destiny.

No one knows what he wrote on the clayboard.

Yi Lin was about to reach out to take it, but the next second, the hand stopped in mid-air. Yi Lin raised her head and looked at the empress dowager's strange and peaceful eyes: "Are you... afraid that I will steal it?"

"If the immortal wants it, just take it."

Concubine Shu covered her mouth and smiled. She was so beautiful that she was so beautiful that she was in an instant that the candles in the house were all over the place.

"good."

Yi Lin's mouth was slightly raised, his right hand was behind his back, and the flowing light was turned between his wrist.

Even a month ago, the Empress Dowager took the initiative to appear in Yingxue Pavilion and asked Jian Nanchun and him to fully investigate and prove that she had no power, Yi Lin had not relaxed her vigilance against Concubine Shu until now. Even if Concubine Shu took the initiative to hand over the "legendary props" that Yi Lin had always been concerned about, the same was true.

It went very smoothly.

The Empress Dowager's side was really smooth.

It was so smooth that Yi Lin felt like she was dreaming. Everything was just right, and she would do whatever she wanted, making it difficult for Yi Lin not to have doubts.

But no matter how suspicious it is, the legendary prop is right in front of you. Concubine Shu took the initiative to show this thing out. If Yi Lin dared not reach out, then she would not be cautious, but cowardly.

"Dong, dun."

Before reaching out, Yi Lin knocked on his forehead twice.

This is the "alarm clock" he invented. In this way, it can fluctuate in the spiritual sea, and use this fluctuation to wake up the dozing boss Green.

After knocking on his forehead twice, Yi Lin made full preparations and finally touched the destiny clay board covered with fine cracks with his left hand.

Generally speaking, Yi Lin would not disturb Mr. Green in this way.

But there was no way. Shufei was full of strangeness. There was no way to blame Yi Lin, but she didn't seem to find a reason to do it directly.

When Yi Lin touched the Destiny Clay Board,

really,

Words floated in front of your eyes.

...

【Weaving Book】

...

But Yi Lin didn't have time to carefully look at the real attributes of the Destiny Clay Board.

Yi Lin felt a slam in his head, his eyes lit up, and a sudden change occurred.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Lin came to another place.

Above the head is a black cloud,

There is lightning lingering in the clouds, and I want to vomit but not.

The monks in the sky were shrouded in different colors of light, with small dots covering the sky and surrounding Yilin.

"Disillusion?"

Yi Lin looked at the scene in front of him differently, shocked.

From the monks all over the sky, Yi Lin saw familiar faces.

There are two black and white sheep, Ren Qingshan, Nieshan River, flowers but fish, Jian Nanchun...

Their faces had different expressions.

Jian Nanchun's brows were frowning deeply, as if he was crying, and as if he was angry about something.

Opposite to Tianjianmen, there are a group of weird people with evil expressions. You can tell at a glance that they are not good people.

In addition to the Tianjianmen and the Bad Man, there are also a group of monks with brilliant treasures, including Zen Master Tianxin.

They all looked at themselves with different eyes, and there was a silence in the sky and the earth.

Below our feet is a burning city, with sorrows everywhere and corpses on the ground.

"I am their focus..."

Yi Lin lowered his head and found that his body was covered with blood. He was holding a gun in his hand... it was the Zhuxian Spear.

suddenly,

He raised his head, and a figure fell from the sky, and the cold sword penetrated his chest.

Before Yi Lin closed his eyes, the last scene came into his eyes,

It was Xia Xiaoman's sad and crying face.

...

Yi Lin has not recovered from shock yet,

The scenery in front of you changed again.

He came from under the dark clouds to the endless glacier.

The frozen soil is frozen, the snow is flying all over the sky, and it is desolate.

In the distance, there are the lonely sea level and the bloody sunset.

By the way, why is it the sunset rather than the sunset?

"Do you know what is on the other side of the sea?"

A familiar and gentle voice came from Yi Lin's head.

Yi Lin raised her head hard, very hard.

Because if Yi Lin didn't raise her head so high, she wouldn't be able to see the woman's face clearly.

After all, Yi Lin still couldn't see clearly that face.

A tall woman with a hazy face and a smile on her lips, looking at herself.

Very big.

No, it's very high.

No, no, I am so short.

The woman held her hand with her fair palms, and the two watched quietly at the sunset on the sea.

"One day..."

The woman looked away and looked at the sea level in the distance, and her voice became farther and farther.

It was so far away that Yi Lin could no longer hear any word behind him.

who is she?

No,

...

who I am?

...

...

Bang!

Yi Lin's pupils shrank, and incomplete fragments flashed in front of her eyes like a lantern.

He knew that those were just incomplete pictures, but the pain of Xia Xiaoman's Shuangxue Sword pierced his chest and the gentleness of the woman holding her palms, everything was so realistic, as if it happened yesterday.

Yi Lin had never experienced such a realistic illusion, and the destiny clay tablet held in his hand... no, or [Weiri Shu], fell to the ground.

The sound of the clay slab falling on the ground woke Yi Lin from the hallucination. When he came to his senses, Yi Lin realized that Shufei was still standing in front of him with a smile, and her movements remained the moment before handing over the clay slab, and it seemed that there had never been any movement.

"Swish!"

Yi Lin's face was like frosty, with murderous intent in her eyes. Without saying a word, she pulled out a flying sword that could explode, and the sword was crossed by Shufei's neck.

The sword was too fast, and Concubine Shu's skin was weak. The sword energy that was accidentally leaked left a shallow sword mark on Concubine Shu's skin.

The bright red blood slid down the tip of the sword, and the time in the hall was frozen, at the moment when Lin Yiheng's sword was next to Shufei's neck.

Yi Lin's cold eyes were as steel as iron. He looked at Shufei's calm eyes and quickly calmed himself down and asked, "What did you do?"

"The Supreme Immortal has doubts."

Concubine Shu didn't move, as if it was not her who was crossed by a sword on her neck, but someone else.

"explain."

Concubine Shu sighed softly: "The Supreme Immortal misunderstood."
To be continued...