Chapter 350: All appearances are vain

"I don't know who the predecessors are?"

Maybe the old man had helped him twice, and Su Luo obviously had a slight difference in his heart.

The old man didn't speak, he still walked step by step, he walked very slowly, but Su Luo could clearly feel that as he walked, the time around him seemed to stand still.

Su Luo has a feeling that this place should be the same existence as the illusory space, right?

Thinking of the illusory space, Su Luo thought of the phantom and remembered his words.

Finally.

Within two meters of Su Luo, the old man stopped, staring at Su Luo with a pair of cloudy eyes, as if he was looking at something, a faint smile appeared on the old face, I don't know if it was Su Luo's illusion, he always felt that this look seemed to remind him of something, and it seemed to be warning something, very strange and weird, Su Luo couldn't understand.

I don't know how long it took.

The old man finally spoke, and like the others, his voice also revealed a sense of desolation, more like he did not belong to this era.

"Well, we're finally meeting!"

"Finally met?"

Su Luo frowned slightly, quite puzzled, he didn't understand this sentence very well, and asked, "Did we know each other before?"

"If you know, you know, if you don't know, you don't know!"

What do you mean?

Su Luo didn't understand, and suddenly he seemed to realize something, and blurted out: "The predecessor shouldn't mean to know my past life, right?"

The old man did not respond to this question, but smiled faintly, and after a while, said, "I don't know how much you know about your past life!"

"I don't know!"

Su Luo said this very simply.

In fact.

He wasn't wrong, Su Luo really didn't know about his past life, if it weren't for the cause and effect of his previous life and the mysterious woman and the phantom spirit, I'm afraid he wouldn't know about his past life at all.

Of course.

Although Su Luo now knows about his previous life, he only knows, as for the rest, he doesn't know anything at all, even if he knows it, he knows it from others, and besides, he is still doubting whether the phantom is real or fake.

The old man didn't seem to be surprised by this question, glanced around, and said lightly: "Since this is the case, do you want to know your past life?"

"Do you know my past life?"

"Hehe!" the old man shook his head and said with a smile: "If the black ring on your hand hides the secret of your past life, do you believe it?"

Hear the words.

Su Luo suddenly felt extremely shocked, he hadn't explored the black ring, or it was not simple, and even Su Luo had suspected that this black ring was related to the ancient era, but even so, Su Luo couldn't feel anything else from this black ring except for exploring the endless dark space.

No!

Nothing else can be felt either!

At least the mysterious woman had appeared in the black ring.

Could it be that this black ring really belongs to the Ancient Era? Otherwise, how could it be involved in his past life?

Suddenly.

Su Luo remembered the portrait he had shown himself in Huahai Lao Dao, and the scene in the portrait was according to Huahai Lao Dao's description, if it was really the ancient era, the woman in the portrait naturally belonged to the ancient era, and the ring on her hand was exactly the same as her own black ring.

Is there such a coincidence down there?

Then.

Su Luo felt that the black ring was very familiar, especially when he looked at the woman in the portrait, he gave himself a sense of déjà vu, he didn't know if it was his previous life that was doing trouble.

"The black ring in your hand is from the ancient era, but it is also from the hand of that person!" the old man's voice came, revealing a complicated emotion that was not clear.

"Who is that person?"

Although Su Luo already had a guess in his heart, he still wanted to confirm it.

The old man stared at Tang Yufeng and said word by word: "You!of!before!world!"

really

Su Luo didn't guess wrong, but there was one thing he was puzzled about, since this ring came from his previous life, how could it reach the hand of that woman?

Or is there not just one black ring in this world?

In Su Luo's mind, the Ancient Era was definitely an extremely mysterious and complex era, and it was also a terrifying era, and even if the black ring was powerful, it was just a space ring, for those big people in the Ancient Era, refining a space ring was simply easy, even if it was like the endless space in the black ring, it was not impossible to refine.

If it were other eras, maybe the chances were slim, but the ancient era was full of all kinds of incredible things, think about the land being buried, and the terrible things can appear, what else can happen in the ancient era?

"I guess you should know that!"

"So, in this way, the ancient era was really buried in my previous life?"

"That's okay!"

"Then why did I do this in my previous life?"

Not to mention how terrifying his previous life was, it is enough to make people feel incomprehensible that he wants to bury the entire era at all costs, and so far, Su Luo really can't think of what would bury the entire era in his previous life.

"All appearances are false," the old man only had eight people, eight complex and extremely profound words,

All appearances are false?

What does this mean?

Could it be that these eight words hide the root cause of the demise of the ancient era?

I don't know.

At this moment,

Zheng of nothingness

Su Luo muttered these eight words at the corner of his mouth, but the more he muttered, the more ugly his face became, the more he thought about it, the more shocked his eyes became, and the more unbelievable his expression became.

Suddenly.

He remembered the words of the mysterious woman, she, fake, everything is false, the earth is false, the gods and demons are false, everything in the world is false, at that time he could not understand what these words meant, but now he seems to understand something.

But understand understands.

But he really couldn't accept it, or couldn't accept it at all, if it was really as he guessed, it would definitely be a major event for the whole earth.

Who would have thought that the world they live in would be false, the earth is, everything is everything, and everything is illusory?

I'm afraid no one could have imagined.

Exactly, no one dares to think in this way.

With that in mind.

Su Luo couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, because he suddenly remembered the illusory space, and secretly guessed, there should be some connection between this, right? Otherwise, why would it be called the illusory space?

He still remembers the phantom, anyone who comes to the illusory space is destined, and he can't escape and can't escape, it is both cause and effect, and it is also his previous life that created the illusory space, as for why the illusory space was created, even he himself doesn't know what it means to listen to the phantom, and the cemetery of those so-called gods and demons appears in the illusory space, he also doesn't know, although he doesn't know very well, but Su Luo always feels that the phantom still has something to hide from him.

Moreover, the Phantom Age is a cursed era, an era of confusion of cause and effect, and an era of fate that should not exist.

This also explains why there are so many cemeteries of gods and demons, after all, if the entire era is really buried, it is absolutely impossible to have time to build such a large tomb, right?

It's a bold guess.

At least for Su Luolai, it is ridiculous and unrealistic, but such a ridiculous and unrealistic speculation happens to be reasonable, and only in this way can it be explained, and the phantom should also belong to the guardian of the illusory space.

In addition to the tower mentioned by the mysterious woman, Su Luo has an intuition, maybe this tower is the key to solving the problem, but the question is how to find the tower?

I don't know.

Su Luo racked his brains and thought about it, and the old man on the opposite side still looked plain, his figure was as misty as smoke, like a fairy mist, like a still statue.