Immortality and immortality were the characteristics that Ling Qi found common to all of these real creations.

At least in the real realm, they completely violate the natural laws of dynamic equilibrium, and are not in an absolute static state, but they do not have the slightest energy divergence and consumption at all.

This means that, whether normal or distorted, the creation of the real realm, if there is no external interference and destruction, can exist until the earth is desolate.

The distorted reality is more prosperous and easier to create than the normal reality.

The creation of it does not lack this quality. It is only when coexisting that a distorted real creation with free consciousness can have a natural "cowardice" towards another reality.

Suddenly, another elk emerged from nothingness.

The deer had three pairs of horns, each with five eyes, each of which had six legs from its sockets, and its head had some indescribable malformed organs in addition to its antlers.

The deer itself, only more deformed and distorted than the ugly deer head, can completely refresh many people's definition of abstraction.

The young man withdrew his gaze from Ling Qi, and then looked in the direction of distorting reality.

"There are too many! They should all be destroyed!"

The young man said.

Ling Qi's gaze changed slightly, because with the young man's words, a large number of distorted objects in another real world began to annihilate and disappear.

First, a thick ancient tree toppled, and then the two-headed hunter, who can be called the Lord of Reality and has considerable combat power, was torn in half in vain and fell to the ground and turned into dust!

More ripple effects continued, the distorted prosperity withered rapidly, and the deformed power rapidly weakened.

Ling Qi was slightly surprised, obviously not expecting this kind of change.

He didn't expect that this young man actually had the ability to interfere with and distort reality.

He thought about why the aberration, who was also the prototype of the two-headed hunter, was so inferior to the youth.

That's not just inferiority, it's a real fear!

But the rapidly developing distorted reality, the distorted reality that looks exactly the same as the real one, can't it still be worth the words of this ordinary young man?

What does this mean? What does it mean? Is he right? The Iron Master is so wrong? That's why the distorted reality he creates is so fragile and vulnerable?

Ling Qi really wanted to show up, ask this young man, and talk to him.

But he didn't want to get into the danger!

He chases the truth, but will not stop at nothing for it. At least he won't do that until he sees the real truth and has the hope of holding it.

He has long passed the stage where he needs to gamble constantly and win in danger.

Ling Qi's roots are still in the fantasy world, in this world, as long as he doesn't make mistakes, even fate can't defeat him!

If he goes to the truth and faces the real person, he is not sure whether he will be judged by the other party in the same way as distorting the truth.

"We'll have a face-to-face time!"

Ling Qi muttered to himself.

The young man suddenly turned his head and looked in his direction.

"But not now. ”

Young people are also talking to themselves.

Ling Qi's gaze disappeared, and the collapse of distorted reality finally came to an end.

The young man touched the fluffy puppy in his hand, his face full of thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Temple of the Gods, Ling Qi is on the main seat, he is the master of this world, I don't know whether it should be called the Book of Heaven, or the primordial, or the master of the Tianshu world!

What else is incomprehensible about a person like him?

In the long river of fate, there should be not much left.

But there must still be some of them, and they have been encountered by him one after another.

Is this a coincidence, or is it some kind of sign?

Like what... Some kind of warning?

"Not now. ”

Ling Qi thought of the young man's words and felt a little puzzled.

Was this man talking to himself, or was he speaking to him?

Looking at so many gods in front of him and such a thriving world, Ling Qi couldn't be happy at all.

The greater the power, the more concerns.

Because of the ability is too great, I always feel that I have more and better ways to solve a problem, and I don't need to bet casually.

This is also right, most of the gamblers who gamble on their lives are gamblers who have nothing, and there are very few monarchs who sit on the world, and they will not hesitate to pay any price because of a little thing, and some are also tyrants who have lost their country.

Only when faced with a desperate situation and no choice but to fight against the odds.

This makes people's blood boil, and in itself, it is really tragic, and it is more likely to be the beginning of tragedy.

No, to be pushed to that extent, it's already a sadness.

Smart people don't let themselves go to the end of the road and then face a wall and think about whether they should run into it. Or maybe you don't have to think because you don't have a choice.

"I still have a choice. ”

Ling Qi smiled, feeling relieved and tired.

He wasn't as omnipotent as others thought, especially when he found out.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

Ling Qi woke up from the bed, looked at his surroundings, and found that it was in a treehouse.

Dusty memories are mobilized, he understands where he is, but he doesn't understand why this change is happening, it's a dream?

The door was pushed open, and an elf girl walked in, beautiful and charming.

"Are you awake?"

The elf girl asked.

"No, just fell asleep. ”

Ling Qi replied, and the elf girl was stunned.

In an instant, the surrounding scene changed again, this time he was lying on a hospital bed in a half-collapsed building, half of which was already hanging outside.

"Enough!"

Ling Qi said, opening his eyes.

Time and space have changed, and he still sits in the temple of the gods, bathed in holy light.

"If it's a dream, I just want it to be a little longer until I truly become the master of the dream. ”

Ling Qi smiled, looking a little sassy and a little careless.

This is the demeanor of a saint.

In fact, how much difference is there between a saint and a mortal?

A Sacred Heart?

Standing in front of a mirror, the false saint hesitantly looked at the master beside him.

It and the Juggernaut were supposed to turn the earth and return to the Iron Isle. For some reason, halfway through, the Juggernaut suddenly changed his course.

Then, they came to this place.

This world is a world of dreams, a world of distortion, and a world of chaos, which have all invaded, but escaped from calamity three times.

The world of chaos was shattered countless epochs ago, before the world of reincarnation disappeared and reappeared.

It was also the first intruder, having gained many, leaving many, and being the only one who was not there at the moment.

This world is very old, very old, and generally such an old world has probably died out, or has been promoted to an extremely terrifying level. Of course, the possibility of the former is much greater than that of the latter, and the latter may be delusional at all, because the plane level and lifespan have their limits.

This world has not died, but now it is only level 4 or 5.

It's not bad in the middle plane, and that's about it, which makes no sense at all.

A plane of this level would never have survived for that long!

Existence makes sense, maybe it is unique, it could have been promoted infinitely, and it existed forever, but it was only because it had been plundered of too many things, including heritage and potential, that it ended up in this step.

That's a plausible explanation, at least it seems.

Perhaps it was the multiple invasions that made the unique plane that could have been promoted to the higher plane, and finally the pearl was covered with dust and wandered alone in a barren universe.

Fortunately, its value is still very high because of its antiquity.

After experiencing the changes of these countless eras, several invasions of special planes have left traces, so that there are even some things in the world that even the Extreme Saints can't understand, such as the mirror in front of them.

Whether this is something that even the Extreme Saints can't understand, in fact, the False Saints are not sure. But at least it is a saint who can be called the pinnacle under the extreme saint, and it doesn't understand what the master wants it to do?

Walk in?

If it was before seeing this mirror, even if he knew that a mirror could hide a world, the false saint would not hesitate at all, and he would go in as soon as he entered, it was no big deal

But after seeing this mirror, it is not so confident.

It has a feeling that if it gets out in its entirety, it will definitely help it immensely, otherwise, it may never have a chance to start over.

This is not to say that it does not have a chance of resurrection, but that even the concept of false saints may disappear as a result.

Once it falls into it, there will never be a false saint in this world, except for a very small number of beings like the master, I am afraid that many saints will no longer remember the special individual of the false saint.

This is a complete obliteration!

There is no need to doubt that it knows that this feeling is real, and at its level, even if it can't understand it, it won't be completely blinded and used as a monkey.

And, since it can be of great help, of course, there is also a huge threat.

On the road of the extreme saint, how can there be no aftermath once and for all.

"Let's go inside. ”

The Juggernaut said lightly, and these words made the false saint's heart heavy.

"You can also not go. ”

"It's just that after that, you don't want to continue to get involved in our business. ”

That's the ultimatum.

The Juggernaut has not been so unkind as to insist on an existence like a fake saint to be cannon fodder to explore the way, but if he really thinks that he can do nothing, how can he help and treat him as a companion, it is too ridiculous.

"I'll go. ”

"Just before that, I have one more question. ”

The false saint said.

The Juggernaut did not say, neither said he was willing to answer, nor did he say that he was unwilling to answer.

"I want to know if you and that one are of the same mind. ”

The question of the false saint made the master silent for a moment.

"Of course. ”

Juggernaut finally replied in the affirmative, like a well-thought-out answer.

This answer can stand up to scrutiny, and so far, he has not hidden anything from Ling Qi, no matter what it is, from which angle.

Perhaps, it can't be hidden.