At the same time, Zhou Zhuo had already fallen into a dark cage. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This cage is a figurative metaphor.

Don't say yes, Zhou Zhuo is really locked in a cage.

But after feeling that he had passed through a layer of "membrane", Zhou Zhuo suddenly lost his ability to sense the environment, even including the perception of the body and the control of the primordial spirit.

"Could it be that I'm already dead?"

I don't know how long it has been, but even the most painful wound in my heart has begun to scab over, diluting the pain.

Zhou Zhuo inexplicably felt this way, feeling that he had waited for a full century, thinking that he might have died a long time ago.

Perhaps, the guidance he received before was not the guidance of inheritance at all, but the bait of the devil, tempting him to jump into the abyss of the rift like the mouth of a monster!

Zhou Zhuo couldn't be sure, even if he thought of this possibility, he didn't even have too much shock and regret in his heart.

Because, his heart, long since died.

A person with a dead heart may not commit suicide directly, as long as he has enough commitment, he can still live with a tired body and mind, and even live as much as possible, but this kind of person is often rarely afraid of death.

Zhou Zhuo cherishes life, but he is not stingy with it. Perhaps, with the death of that girl, he should have gone with him a long time ago.

Zhou Zhuo doesn't think that he is a stupid and superficial person, so superficial that he will be trapped in feelings, so superficial that any beautiful girl says I love you to herself, or rolls the sheets with any woman and makes an appointment, he thinks that there is some inexplicable responsibility and unswerving agreement between life and death, which is the exclusive right of little boys who have not tasted the forbidden fruit, which is too far away from him.

However, he eventually fell into it.

Although Zhou Zhuo is not a playboy, he has had a few girlfriends, and he has been on more women, not to mention countless, there are still double digits.

This is already indiscriminate by the standards of mortals, and it is strict enough. Even if he is extraordinary, it is not a clean body.

But he still couldn't help falling in love.

It didn't look like a normal love net at all, but a long time ago woven a web waiting for him to jump into.

Probably, when he saw the girl, a little angel was already hiding in the shadows and secretly gave him an arrow.

In short, even Zhou Zhuo himself didn't understand why he loved so deeply, until it hurt so much.

Could it be that it was really just because she was in the crowd and looked at her more?

I don't know how long I have been in the dark, and the pain is still there, and it is not as clear as it used to be.

He couldn't help but start thinking, is that self who loves crazy is really still himself?

Perhaps, yes, after all, the pain has been faintly haunted in my heart until now.

The feeling that comes from the depths of the soul will never deceive itself.

But even if this is really not an emotional trap designed by someone, there are things that it is time to let go.

Thinking like this, Zhou Zhuo suddenly found that the thick darkness around him was rapidly fading, and was gradually replaced by an endless milky white light.

It's like being in a world of endless light, Zhou Zhuo can't see anything, doesn't want to think about anything, only feels physically and mentally happy, and has an inexplicable sense of comfort.

This world, again, is nothing.

But at the end, there was a faint portal that shimmered with light, conveying the idea of summoning.

Zhou Zhuo did not hesitate, nor did he indulge in this pleasant environment, and walked over by himself.

Thump.

The wind and snow almost lay down and fell to the ground, he had no strength at all, and in the last few meters, he let himself fall, and fell to the bottom of the crack in free fall.

At this distance, he can't be killed.

Even if he did fall to death, he would admit it. Because, it's so exhausting.

Tired, so tired!

He had never had a time when he had persevered to such an extent and overdrawn his physical strength to such an extent.

This is simply challenging his limits, but fortunately he finally defeated himself!

The oppression of the surrounding environment is still there, but not much worse than above.

In fact, when the strength is suppressed below the immortals, it is like reaching a certain limit, or it has achieved a certain goal, and it will not continue to increase.

The wind and snow under the immortals can still kill the immortals against the sky, and he is the top existence in the world, the great master of the past and the present.

But no matter what great master-level master, he can destroy the country by himself, has inhuman power, can open the valley, pseudo-immortality, and is tired of becoming a dead dog before a cliff.

How long has he climbed, ten years, twenty years?

It shouldn't have been that long, otherwise any great grandmaster would have died a long time ago.

Even if the great cultivator has a stronger survivability, in this environment, if he can't use magic weapons and can't use substitution spells, even if he has overwhelming power, he won't be able to last that long.

So, how long has it been?

The wind blows the snow and doesn't know, because the essence is still an immortal body, he can't even judge by the growth of his beard.

This doesn't need to be judged, originally even if he really climbed for a hundred years, he could still accurately time to the second, the reason why there is a thought that it is difficult to know the time at this time, in addition to exhaustion, there is also the interference of some force on perception.

Perhaps, it is not only a disturbance with the concept of time, but also a disturbance with the control of the body!

Even if he is reduced to a mortal, he is an immortal, and he will really be oppressed to this extent?

The wind blew the snow and looked around, but found no remains or anything.

Or, or those have long since turned to ash, and when this height falls, I am afraid that there will be nothing left at that time, and the hardness of the ground will not leave too many traces.

Either that, it is jumping down, and climbing down, the treatment is indeed different, and it will enter two different scenes!

These are all possible, and the wind and snow did not feel that they did not take advantage and suffered a loss.

He just stuck to his own path and made his own choice, and the current result is at least not too bad, at least he is still alive.

The wind blew the snow and walked forward, and the surroundings were pitch black, and even he could barely see a few dozen meters.

Strange to say, with his state at this time, if there was really no light around him, the visibility would be much lower than it is now.

The wind and snow are not entangled, and this place of inheritance is full of unknowns.

On the endless dark plains, the wind and snow dragged the tired body for a long time.

He didn't understand why he was so persistent, and he didn't wait for his strength to recover before he went on the road, it wouldn't take long, but he instinctively had a feeling, or a voice in the dark was telling him that only by persevering, only by maintaining this state, could he find an opportunity!

One day, maybe it's still that day, but the feeling of thinking is infinitely stretched, and the wind blows the snow and finally sees a cave!

He's already on the other side of the rift?

Wind blowing snow didn't know, he stayed at the entrance of the cave for a moment, clenched the fairy sword, and resolutely stepped in.

In the void realm, the gap between the Yuan Qi world and another world, this temporary existence of the false realm that may collapse at any time, Ling Tian looked at the crown floating in front of him lightly.

This... Is it a vessel of inheritance?

The crown is beautiful, but it is only beautiful by secular standards, and I believe that some planes, some mortal dynasties, have crowns that are more beautiful and delicate than this.

What makes him strange is that it still looks at it from his eyes, it can't be more ordinary.

This is an artifact that even a saint can deceive!

Ling Tian didn't pick it up, so there's no need to rush now.

He looked around and found that the temporary gap was quite stable, and he couldn't help but be impressed by the ontological means.

Whether it is this Yuan Qi world, or the other world used to construct the gap between the void at this time, it is an alien plane that has never been controlled by the ontology.

Can the two heterotopic planes collide and blend, and even be discovered by many saints, and directly move and lure the inheritance weapon here, how strong is the ontology?

Ling Tian turned his gaze back to the crown, he was not in a hurry, but this was the purpose of his coming.

He was well aware that this was a gift that the Ontology had prepared for him.

Compared with the main body, these clones of them have average lives, and at most they are ordinary nobles.

Even if you have good potential, it is already a fluke to reach the sainthood.

If there is no accident, he can be sanctified in this life, and he has reached the heavens.

He, a saint of light, seems to have infinite potential, but in fact, he is at this level for a lifetime, and a senior saint is hopeful, and then... Nope.

To this extent, can it help the ontology? Don't think about it, the small help depends on the situation.

Perhaps in the past, it seemed that the saint could already help a lot, and he was already a not weak latent force that could be used as a killer weapon.

With the progress of the ontology, as the situation evolves, the saint level is gradually not enough.

Ling Tian believed that neither the ontology nor he wanted this situation to be a foregone conclusion. The body cut them out, and even the bonds of fate were severed, not for the sake of mercy and generosity to give them freedom.

The Ontology will definitely still favor them, and as long as there is such a possibility, the Ontology wants them to be stronger than they do.

No, the big pie was smashed down like this.

In fact, among all the "exiled" clones of the ontology, Ling Sun was not the only choice to inherit this "chance", or even the most suitable choice.

The reason why it fell on him may be because he has gone the furthest on the path of the saint at this time, or it may be that he is the only one who still believes in the essence and has always stood firmly on his side.

Ling Tian picked up the crown, and the crown did not resist anything, as if it did not exclude him from inheriting this inheritance by means that bordered on cheating.

This was beyond Ling Tian's expectations, but when it comes to the means of the ontology, it seems that it is not so difficult for people to accept.

Ling Tian studied it carefully, and it was not until he got it in his hand that the crown faintly revealed a slight majestic power, which was not hostile, but had an unusually thick feeling.

It was just a small amount of strength, and it had already made Ling Tian panic!

Horror!

Perhaps, for the ontology, this chance is nothing.

But for him, this is a great opportunity!

On this crown, there are more than 100 strange objects as bright as stars, and the power with spatial attributes may be a complete space, but what is contained in it is not a physical object, but the power of inheritance!

These are just the things that no saint can ignore!