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No matter what it is, when he has more, it is not worth much, even if it is gold and precious stones, and in this place where Zhao Chunliang is, time has become the most worthless thing, many people are worried that their time is not enough, but here they need to worry about how to make him pass quickly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhao Chunliang meditated for a long time, opened his eyes full of energy, and found that it was still white in front of him, and then the Sonya was still sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Zhao Chunliang didn't know how long time had passed, because he had no concept of time, he looked at the nails on his hands, the nails had just been picked up a few days ago, but now they looked a lot longer, Zhao Chunliang suddenly thought that if time was measured by the speed at which the nails grew, maybe he would be able to remember how long time had passed.

So Zhao Chunliang began to remember, every time he woke up from meditation, he looked at his nails, it took about a month for his nails to grow two centimeters long, and every time he reached two centimeters long, Zhao Chunliang cut off his nails.

After going back and forth like this more than a dozen times, Zhao Chunliang knew that a year had passed.

What exactly is time? Zhao Chunliang didn't know, but he knew that time really existed, that is, his own nails, at such a time, time materialized into nails, and when in the outside world, is it also like here, we can't see time, so we have to express time in a certain way, such as the hour, minute, and second hands, such as hourglass, such as the shadow of the sun?

Zhao Chunliang felt that the things he had been thinking about during this period of time were very peculiar, and he was no longer thinking about how to deal with the Protoss in the future, but was thinking about some scientific questions.

When the nails on his hands were picked up more than 20 times, Zhao Chunliang finally gave up cutting his nails, because the calculation of one month and one month did not make much sense for the time here, Zhao Chunliang decided to use his hair to calculate, and in two years, his hair grew about fifteen centimeters, so he simply shaved his head, and then waited for his hair to grow.

When his hair grew to his thighs, Zhao Chunliang knew that about two years had passed.

For twenty years, Zhao Chunliang meditated silently, then cut off his hair at one time, and then continued to think about some questions.

At this time, Zhao Chunliang didn't plan to practice the sword, because the sword was gone, and he didn't dare to try to combine the power into one, because he was afraid that he would suddenly collapse and give Sonya a chance.

From the time he came in to the present, although Sonya was meditating with his eyes closed, Zhao Chunliang knew that Sonya was observing himself, and if he showed even a little gap, Sonya would not hesitate to attack him.

Although his inner armor is very powerful, Zhao Chunliang can't guarantee that in the case of collapse, the inner armor can still protect himself.

And so time passed little by little.

When Zhao Chunliang shaved his hair for the fifth time, a hundred years passed like this.

At this time, Zhao Chunliang began not to feel how long the time was, for him, the depth of meditation is getting deeper and deeper, sometimes when he wakes up after meditation, more than ten years have passed, and time is not the same thing at all.

Five hundred years have passed.

Zhao Chunliang's meditation was a bottleneck, and he couldn't meditate at a deeper level.

A thousand years have passed, Zhao Chunliang feels that he is going crazy, there is hair all over the ground, and he sits in the center of his hair, he looks the same as when he first came in, but the expression of his face is a little distorted.

Zhao Chunliang began to forget a lot of things, for thousands of years, he forgot how he got in, and even the name of the person sitting in the distance from him he had forgotten.

In the year 1,100, Zhao Chunliang decided to kill the person who was not very willing to talk to him, although he forgot his name, but Zhao Chunliang vaguely remembered that person was his enemy.

So, in such a dimensional rift, Zhao Chunliang once again started a battle with Sonya.

This battle is completely unequal, Zhao Chunliang does not have the imperial sword, and the spiritual power cannot be multiplied, so it is almost impossible to make his own power three-in-one, and the power of the sword heart does not have the sword as a medium, and the lethality is also reduced a lot, so it is almost impossible for Zhao Chunliang to kill and injure Sanya, and it is also impossible for Sanya to kill and injure Zhao Chunliang, Zhao Chunliang's inner armor is like a turtle shell, and the protective Zhao Chunliang is thorough, and Zhao Chunliang will not be injured at all.

This battle lasted for a whole thousand years, and Zhao Chunliang fought with Sonya when he was fine, and then the two people who fought were exhausted, and then they started meditating again.

Zhao Chunliang found that this method can not only increase the depth of his meditation again, but also continuously refine his spiritual power, which is of great help to improve his strength.

When he entered the dimensional rift for three thousand years, Zhao Chunliang began to ponder and practice swords.

Although he didn't have a sword, he began to learn to fantasize, fantasizing his fingers as a sword, and then constantly stabbing and closing the sword.

At the beginning, this was useless, because fingers are fingers, and they can't really be used as swords, but after three or four hundred years of this situation, there has been a change, and Zhao Chunliang's sword heart power seems to have begun to treat Zhao Chunliang's fingers as a sword, and every time Zhao Chunliang stabs out, the power of the sword heart seems to be stabbed out along the sword.

For this reason, Zhao Chunliang did not feel happy, in fact, after entering here for two thousand years, Zhao Chunliang no longer had the emotions that a normal person should have.

There is a famous saying that time can erase everything, and everything here includes the emotions that a human being has.

Zhao Chunliang was not sad or happy, and then practiced swords.

I don't know how long it has been, Zhao Chunliang has given up continuing to shave his hair to calculate the year, because too much hair makes him feel disgusting, so he simply used thunder and lightning to turn those heads into ashes.

Suddenly, one day, Zhao Chunliang woke up from the sword collection and stabbing the sword, and then saw Sonya in the distance shouting and screaming as if she was crazy.

Zhao Chunliang ignored it and continued to ponder his sword.

Hundreds of years later, Sonya was suspended and shouted, and he was lying in a pool of blood covered in blood, dying.

He had many wounds on his body, but none of them were caused by Zhao Chunliang, they were all self-inflicted by himself.

For such a long time, Sanya was completely insane.

Zhao Chunliang stood in front of Sonya and looked at Sonya expressionlessly.

"Kill me." Sonya said.

So Zhao Chunliang put his fingers together and stabbed at Sonya.

Sonya died.

Since then, Zhao Chunliang has started a life of his own.

Sanya's corpse slowly dried up over time, eventually becoming a zombie.

In such a place, there are no other biological bacteria or anything, and the zombies are eternally preserved.

Zhao Chunliang didn't destroy the zombie either, because he felt that he had something to accompany him.

For a long time, Zhao Chunliang indifferently collected his sword, stabbed the sword, and kept repeating.

And in the outside world.

Little Love appeared in front of the previous Eternal Circle.

At this time, ten hours have passed since Zhao Chunliang entered the Eternal Circle, and the outside has become a mess, and after Sakunta woke up from his coma, he ordered the tribe's army to search for Zhao Chunliang and Bai Xiaoxian on a large scale, and at the same time, Sakunta also came to this room once, but after seeing that there was no one in the room, he left.

Now not only the people around the tribe are searching for Zhao Chunliang and Bai Xiaoxian, but even Tanzania has also issued a wanted warrant to hunt down the two.

Xiao Ai thought at first that Zhao Chunliang was injured and hiding, but after waiting for ten hours, Zhao Chunliang still didn't respond, Xiao Ai felt that things were not what she thought, Zhao Chunliang might have followed that Sonya into the Eternal Circle, so Xiao Ai rushed over.

In the corner next to the Eternal Circle, she found a sword that had been broken in two.

Xiao Ai recognized at a glance that it was Zhao Chunliang's sword, she looked at the Eternal Circle worriedly, ten hours had passed outside, and ten thousand years had passed inside the Eternal Circle?

10,000 years, how long is that?

Xiao Ai walked to the side and sat down, she decided to wait here, even if Sanya came out later, she was willing to wait forever.

Another ten hours have passed, and no one in Tanzania has found Zhao Chunliang and Bai Xiaoxian, Freud has already sent Bai Xiaoxian to the country next door, so it is absolutely impossible to find Bai Xiaoxian in Tanzania, and Xiao Ai continues to wait.

One day, two days.

Time flies very slowly, and no one comes to this room, because this is a forbidden place, except for Sakunta and the others, no one else will come, and Sakunta is now going crazy to find Zhao Chunliang and Bai Xiaoxian, where will they come here.

Xiao Ai waited very patiently, I don't know why, she insisted that Zhao Chunliang would definitely come out of this one day.

On the fourth day, suddenly there was a strange sound from the Eternal Circle.

With a snap, a crack suddenly appeared on the Eternal Circle, and a figure flew out of the Eternal Circle with a whoosh, and then quietly suspended in the air.

Xiao Ai looked at that person in surprise.

Although the man looked a little older, his facial features were not much different from those he had looked four days ago, and the clothes on his body were the same as they had been before they disappeared that day, but they were very shabby.

He was suspended in the air like that, like a god.

"Little guy, you..." Xiao Ai just wanted to speak, and suddenly saw Zhao Chunliang's eyes.

What kind of eyes are they? There are no emotions, mood swings, not even any focal length.

He looked ahead, but there was nothing in front of him, he floated there, like a fairy, but more like an empty shell without inspiration or emotion.

"Little one?" Xiao Ai exclaimed tentatively.

Zhao Chunliang didn't speak, still suspended in the air, without any emotion.