When the thought of escaping took over his mind, Wan Ji'an began to look for all ways to escape, and it would definitely not work to use the rules of wind to let the natural wind flow break through the dead and filthy qi to kill a bloody path, because Wan Ji'an did not notice any natural wind flow on the spot at all.

Although it is said that the breath of death is actually a special airflow mixed with the natural wind, Wan Ji'an knows very well that he is not the person who cultivates the rules of loopholes, and it is impossible for him to directly perceive what he should do through the existence of loopholes, he can only strip the rules if he wants to find the flow of natural wind from the breath of death, but now that the breath of death has become the existence of death when people are close to the living, how can he strip the rules?

So by relying on the propagation of sound in the air, and then temporarily storing the body in the light or atmosphere to escape the scene?

This method is obviously not feasible, not to mention whether the spread of the breath of death can allow the sound to be transmitted in it, let alone a group of people at the scene who have long lost their bodies and also lost the structure of human bodies to speak, and the voices of Wan Ji'an, Lu Heng and Tang Long alone are not enough to convey the sound to a distant place, and then reach a safe place.

When all the ways were tried, Wan Ji'an slowly gave up his inner struggle, he knew that all the ways he could think of would not work, and at this time, there were not many human consciousness bodies left in the scene that had been exploded with the spread of the blood mist, and those humans who had penetrated into the jungle swamp full of dead air before were even more lifeless.

Wan Ji'an, Lu Heng and Tang Long leaned together, and Lu Heng suddenly said at this time.

"Is there any wine?"

His voice made Tang Long stunned, but Wan Ji'an was silent for a while when he heard this, at this time, maybe he could do something.

"Hey, it's a pity, but there is no taste of wine at the end of my life, and it seems that I will die blindly. ”

Lu Heng's words made Tang Long glare at him with disdain and reminded him.

"Don't say you forgot, you're already dead, and it's not too bad to die a second time. ”

As soon as Tang Long's words fell, he and Lu Heng laughed together, and the laughter of the two continued to linger and impact in a place similar to a closed place, accompanied by bursts of echoes, which also disappointed Wan Ji'an's last bit of hope.

Sure enough, sound could not be transmitted through the breath of death, and in this case, the gradually compressed space could compress their bodies, even if they could not blow them into a puddle of plasma, and eventually crush them into powder.

"Wine, I just brought a jug. ”

At this time, Wan Ji'an took out a pot of wine from the backpack behind his back, and just as he was about to lift the wine jar, his hand touched a thing that was hooked by the rope that covered the wine jar, and the thing fell to the ground, and then a dazzling white light instantly dispersed, and the scene instantly turned into a white expanse.

"Stars, stars, we have been saved!"

In the vast white world, Wan Ji'an suddenly shouted loudly, like an ordinary person who saw the dawn of hope, roaring wildly, at this moment, where does Lu Heng still care about where the wine jar is, he also took out the star-shaped item from his body.

"Strange, why isn't my star glowing white?"

In the white world, Lu Heng asked curiously, Wan Ji'an didn't laugh at him at this time, the feeling of being in a desperate situation may be nothing more than this, but are they really in a desperate situation?

In the white world, no one can see anyone, and even himself has completely disappeared, staying in such a blank world feels very bad, but Wan Ji'an's mood at this time is very calm, and he suddenly thought of a question.

Is this the world after consciousness transcends the rules?

When all the rules of heaven and earth are gone, man also does not exist, or in a space that is difficult to measure by range or distance, how can we use consciousness to perceive the existence of such a small creature as man?

Wan Ji'an tried to stretch out his "hand" to condense a rule, but it was obvious that he couldn't do it at all, because he couldn't perceive what kind of action his "hand" had done, and whether the action had completed the condensation of the rules, it was naturally impossible to perceive whether the condensation rule was successful.

"Lu Heng, Tang Long?"

Wan Ji'an called out, but there was no response, they could still hear their voices before, but why couldn't they hear it at all at this moment?

Yes, the previous voice is clearly just a fantasy in his heart, and this world is a consciousness space constructed by that person, which is a transcendent creativity, and only he has this magical power, after all, this consciousness space is not just one person's consciousness is involved, but a lot of people, and it can even be said that this is a virtual "network" The world is connected to the brain consciousness of many people by an invisible silk thread, and the consciousness of many people is connected to such a world.

No one knows how he did it, but everything he gets in this consciousness space is strong enough to stimulate the nerves, and the visible gate of creation, the visible shrine of the South Suzaku Shrine, the visible ghost, and even now he can see a world where true consciousness has transcended the constraints of rules.

If this is really a space of consciousness, a virtual space composed of the consciousness of countless people, then this world should also be premised on the consciousness that people can have as the construction of space, and what people cannot have and cannot know will exist in this world, and if so, can people live in such an unknown world?

Even if you don't care about all this, then how did the people who created this world know the rules of the four races of gods, demons, demons, and demons, and how did they create the existence of the special flow of death qi, could it be said that even the consciousness of the ghost race is connected to this world?

So how is such a world different from the real world?

Just as Wan Ji'an was thinking, suddenly a hand was on his shoulder, this real touch made Wan Ji'an's heart beat faster, and before he could react, he heard a voice behind him.

"It's me, Guan Liang. ”

"Guan Liang!"

Wan Ji'an blurted out, but the first unbelievable thought he had in the next moment was-

"You...... Can you see me?"

"Of course I can see you, what's wrong with you, why don't you move, I thought you were dead!"

Guan Liang's voice was calm, but it was extremely abrupt in Wan Ji'an's stunned thoughts, and he couldn't believe his ears.

If it is said that being able to transcend the constraints of the rules is the end of the Heavenly Dao cultivated by the enlighteners, then how can the consciousness that can in turn restrain or even dominate the rules themselves be explained?