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In this endless darkness, Cheng Yiming didn't know how long he had been indulging, and his original feeling was here, as if he had become weak, as if he had been asleep for many days, and as if he had only taken a few breaths.

Finally, the drowsy brain slowly became brighter.

Before I opened my eyes, the faint scent of earth and the faint fragrance of wild flowers continued to enter my nose, moistening my heart and spleen, and at the same time, there were bursts of crisp and cheerful birdsong in my ears.

In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of a stream rushing.

Slowly opened his eyes, and after slowly getting used to the brightness in front of him, Cheng Yiming finally saw the surrounding scenery clearly.

At this time, he was lying on the grass in the dense forest, surrounded by birds and flowers, lush trees, and a few colorful butterflies flying on the grass and flowers, peaceful and quiet, a high-spirited spring color, full of vitality.

Is this the Sea of Trials outside the Nine Heavens of the Demon Realm?

After settling down, Cheng Yiming slowly got up.

In his impression, shouldn't the Demon Realm belong to the color of slaughter with thousands of miles of terracotta and demonic clouds? From the first time he killed the Dark Sacrifice with Zhan Tian and others in the Black Wind Gorge, to the fierce battle with Ling Feng and others in the Nine Heavens of the Demon Realm, his experience again and again made his impression of the Demon Realm have deeply stayed in the intuition of the Demon Flame and the miserable atmosphere.

But the quiet color of the lush and peaceful forest in front of him has nothing to do with the word demon world in any way.

With doubts in his heart, Cheng Yiming slowly walked forward.

But after a few steps, he came to a sudden stop.

With a bit of surprise in his eyes, Cheng Yiming slowly stretched out his hand, and then put it on an unknown flower that was blooming next to him, and with a little groan, he slowly picked the purple flower and held it in front of him.

A faint fragrance wafted out of the petals and into his nose.

Cheng Yiming's whole person was suddenly stunned.

The first thought that popped into my head was that this was definitely not a game!

Whether it is the pleasant bird song in the ear, or the flowers exuding a faint fragrance in the hand, everything is so real, these are not the virtual scenery in the game, which can be compared and replaced!

Throwing away the flowers in his hand, Cheng Yiming hesitated and held his backhand on the unknown vine full of thorns and barbs in front of him, at that moment, his shoulders shook slightly, and he quickly withdrew his hand, the palm that was pierced by the spikes, the faint stinging pain in the palm of his hand, and the red blood that slowly flowed out of the wound pierced by the spikes, all showed that everything in front of him was absolutely real.

It was only then that he suddenly realized that all the system menus and data that should be in the game were gone.

Lowering his head, Cheng Yiming couldn't help but put his hand on his waist.

But why is the in-game dress still there, and why is the Xuanyuan Sword still hanging quietly from his waist?

Where is he now?

If all this is true, then is the self in the game warehouse still there?

Slowly pulled out the Xuanyuan sword, in the faint purple gas, the sharp and dazzling blade glowed with a little cold light, waved his hand, the cold light flashed, and the wrist-thick vines in front of him were silently cut off.

At this point, he doesn't have any skills that he should have in a game, and he doesn't have any data to refer to.

Even the slightest fluctuation of the true yuan himself, as if in this mysterious and real world, his original cultivation that had reached the peak of the imperial qi had all turned into nothing.

But there is a little feeling, but it is obvious and strong.

That is, he felt that his body was full of a surging and full of power.

Putting away the Xuanyuan Sword, Cheng Yiming took a long breath, the fresh and slightly sweet air made him much easier for a while, and he took a step, passing through the bushes of different heights and trees all over the forest, Cheng Yiming came to a gurgling stream.

After drinking a few sips of the cool and sweet mountain spring, Cheng Yiming washed his face happily.

The cool stream slid down his cheeks, and the previous doubts and shocks also eased.

Before he fell into a coma, he should have been in the game of Wanshou Mountain, stepping into the spatial passage to the Sea of Trials opened by the old man Qingfeng, and there was nothing wrong before and after, the only thing was that he didn't know how long he had been in a coma.

After months of hearing and seeing, Cheng Yiming was unusually calm at this time.

For him, the encounter in front of him is still within the scope of bearing.

It's just that the only thing that matters now is that if the sea of trials in the mouth of the old man Qingfeng is in front of him, then what he will do next, how to do it, and how to complete this trial have become unknown.

Because it seems that about the sea of trials and the content of the trials, Old Man Qingfeng has never explained it from beginning to end.

"Everyone who steps into the sea of trials has experienced and faced something unique, completely different! In other words, you may be in a reckless ice and snow world like the Northern Plains, you may be in a raging sea of fire, you may be in a completely unfamiliar city, or you may be in a real world that you are very familiar with, which no one can predict! ”

These are the words of the old man Qingfeng before stepping into the sea of trials.

There were no hints or instructions, and everything had to be explored and completed by himself.

What kind of world is it in front of you?

Cheng Yiming stood quietly in front of the gurgling stream, looking at his shadow reflected in the rippling water, and hesitated for a while, but soon, these mutters were interrupted again.

Cuckoo~

At this time, the stomach was very untimely with a hungry scream.

A hunger that he hadn't felt in a long time since he had attained his primacy came from his stomach and then lightning through his nerves into his brain.

When you are hungry, you have to eat, this is a natural thing.

But at this moment, Cheng Yiming could only smile wryly and shake his head.

As the sun sets, the pale golden afterglow is reflected in the lush forest, full of fairytale-like dreamlike colors, and in the distance, from the dense forest, a smoke curls up.

What a beautiful and tranquil picture this is!

Cheng Yiming was sitting in front of the roaring fire at this time, on the improvised wooden frame, at this time a huge and fat crucian carp was roasting, with the continuous light of the fire, the crucian carp gradually ripened, the white and tender fish exuded an attractive fragrance, slowly with the slight mountain wind, bursts of scattered, diffused in the dense and lush mountain forest.

In the half-green new bamboo tube, there is a tube full of cool and sweet mountain springs.

Next to the bamboo tube, a few round and red wild fruits are scattered randomly on the green grass.