This is a spherical space with a radius of 100 feet, filled with a faint gray haze, and at the edge of this space, there are colorful spatial turbulence.

These colorful spatial turbulences, imprisoned by the power of some time, and the powerful and terrifying aura of destruction all shot backwards, unable to pose any threat to the space itself.

Even so, it still contained a palpitating aura, and non-primordial monks simply could not survive in it.

This spherical space, in the boundless turbulence of space, is like a gray bubble that quietly appears, and the gray mist inside the bubble rolls like a wave, and the power of space maintains the world inside.

Suddenly, in this spherical space, a golden light lit up, the golden light was not bright, exuding a faint fragment of light, but in this lifeless space, those floating gray mist began to distort and deform, and in an instant turned into a hair-thick purple gas.

This purple qi was as heavy as a mountain, as if it could collapse the space, and it seemed to have some kind of groundbreaking power, burrowing into that golden light.

The spherical space shook heavily, and the power of time and space around it turned into gray ripples, spreading out in all directions, and wherever it passed, the spatial turbulence became violent, cutting through countless spatial lines that could cut everything, directly annihilating the void and returning it to a state of chaos.

The diaphragm of the spherical space turned aqua blue in an instant, and after the golden light that was fused with the purple qi disappeared, it revealed He Xiaoshi's figure.

He Xiaoshi stood in the void of the spherical space, and after the purple qi was integrated into his body, he had a burst of enlightenment in his heart, knowing that this purple qi was a trace of Hongmeng qi contained in the first layer of the nine-story demon tower, and it was also the force that existed in this spherical space.

This spherical space is the first layer of the world of the nine-story demon tower, in addition to the speed of time flowing ten times faster than the outside world, this small world itself has the effect of illusion, as long as it is the living beings He Xiaoshi has encountered, this space can be simulated.

It's magical.

After this silk Hongmeng purple qi penetrated into He Xiaoshi's body, he was already the master of this spherical space, and everything would change according to his mind, and this spherical space turned into aqua blue, which was transformed by his mind.

Then, standing in the center of the spherical space, He Xiaoshi closed his eyes, and his brain began to recall some scenes in the depths of his memory.

Suddenly, time shifts in the spherical space......

Above He Xiaoshi's head, a blue sky appeared, the sun was thick, and the years were warm.

The gray-white earth stretched out into the distance, and a small white two-story old building made of brick and cement rose from the ground, the roof of the building was neatly arranged with green tiles, and an asphalt road emerged from the entrance of the small building, leading straight to the end of this space.

It was April, and around the small building, the green willow trees fluttered in the wind, and the light catkins flew like snow.

In the center of the courtyard of the small building, a thick locust tree grew out of thin air, and the clear sunlight shone through the branches and leaves of the locust tree, sprinkled on the ground like a broken tribute.

After learning about the information about the first floor of the nine-story demon tower, the first thing he did was to simulate the appearance of his hometown in that world, the warm but not wealthy two-story home.

If it weren't for the fact that the space on the first floor of the nine-story demon tower was too small, He Xiaoshi would even simulate the appearance of his entire hometown according to the appearance in his memory!

He Xiaoshi's eyes were still closed, he was breathing deeply, breathing in the smell of his hometown, and there were catkins floating on his furry face in the breeze, itchy, somewhat comfortable.

After a long time, He Xiaoshi opened his eyes, his body penetrated the wall of the two-story building, appeared under the locust tree, raised his face to feel the temperature of the sun, felt the beauty that seemed to be false, and his eyes were warm.

Then, He Xiaoshi stepped over the steps made of blue and black cement, came to the small building, stood on the ground paved with blue bricks, looked at the familiar furnishings in his memory, sniffed, walked to the somewhat old color TV, and gently stroked it with his hand.

This color TV set accompanied him in the best childhood years.

Half-lying on the sofa, He Xiaoshi felt the ironing and comfort in the depths of his memory, and only after half a quarter of an hour did he get up, step on the stairs, go up the second floor, and enter a bedroom.

In the bedroom, there was some chaos, the quilt was not folded, the clothes were thrown on the bed haphazardly, and the books were also placed horizontally and vertically on the table......

This is He Xiaoshi's own bedroom.

He walked in slowly, and suddenly pulled the quilt over his head, covering himself, his body trembling slightly, and sobbing softly.

Half an hour later, there was a light footstep on the stairs, and a little boy leaned out of the door and shouted to He Xiaoshi, "Brother, go down for breakfast." ”

He Xiaoshi's body shook, wiped away his tears in the quilt, walked up to the little boy, and looked at the face of the boy who was somewhat similar to himself.

"Xiao Nan, brother misses you so much", He Xiaoshi's lips trembled, and he was about to touch the little boy's face, but the little boy made a grimace and ran away.

He Xiaoshi shook his head, walked to the first floor, and saw a middle-aged woman with a slightly chubby body, busy non-stop.

"Mom!" He Xiaoshi shouted softly.

The middle-aged woman turned around and looked at He Xiaoshi, a loving maternal smile appeared on her face.

He Xiaoshi couldn't bear to cry loudly any longer, and he threw himself into the arms of the middle-aged woman, feeling the warmth of his memory.

The middle-aged woman seemed a little surprised, and then patted He Xiaoshi on the back.

A moment later, on a wooden round table, He Xiaoshi sat around his mother and younger brother, and on the table were dishes that were not exquisite, but they were wafting with the smell of home.

The little boy had already eaten unceremoniously, and his cheeks were bulging, and he looked extremely cute.

He Xiaoshi's mother was eating slowly, looking at her eldest son from time to time, occasionally looking at He Xiaoshi, her face was full of wind and frost.

He Xiaoshi picked up a bite of food and chewed it carefully, the taste in his memory made his nose sour, and he almost cried.

"Xiao Shi, you have grown up, you have to be stronger, why are you so beautiful and crying?" said the middle-aged woman with some disgust.

"My brother cried his nose and was ashamed. The little boy grimaced again.

He Xiaoshi was silent, constantly simulating the scene according to the memory hidden deep in his heart......

Three days later, He Xiaoshi was sitting on the steps in front of the building, and suddenly his heart moved, and a short and fat middle-aged man walked in from the door.

The middle-aged man's face was full of exhaustion, his body was slightly rickety, and he looked very ordinary, but in He Xiaoshi's eyes, this middle-aged man exuded an aura that made him extremely reassuring, like a big mountain standing in front of him, covering the countless ups and downs in life.

He Xiaoshi stood up, looked at his father, who was even shorter than himself and had died early, and fell to his knees with a puff: "Dad, I miss you." ”

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In this space, after half a month, He Xiaoshi gradually came out of his memory with difficulty.

He stood at the door of the two-story old building, looking at the asphalt road that spread to the end, and his eyes flashed with incomparably determined light: "I must go back!"

After a while, He Xiaoshi closed his eyes, deeply felt the warmth of his memory again, and then waved his right hand lightly, as if saying goodbye to something.

Then, in the entire spherical space, time changed again, and everything He Xiaoshi simulated according to his memory disappeared.

A huge bluestone cave appeared out of thin air.

He Xiaoshi walked into the cave with an indifferent face, and after a moment of silence, his heart moved slightly, and the cave was suddenly divided into three independent spaces.

In the smallest space in the middle, a stone bed, a stone table, and a stone bench suddenly emerge.

Seeing this, He Xiaoshi nodded slightly, and then turned his footsteps and came to the cave mansion on the left, his brows furrowed slightly, and then with a wave of his right hand, all the things in the space ring that Mo Xiaoyao gave him before he died were thrown out.

Nearly 10,000 spirit stones were piled up into a small mountain, exuding a scorching treasure light, and almost at the same time, thousands of medicinal herbs emitting colorful light also appeared next to the spirit stone pile.

All of a sudden, the compelling aura emitted by the spirit stones and spirit grass made the aura in the entire spherical space extremely rich.

There were dozens of bottles containing pills, placed in another corner, quietly exuding the vision of charming pills.

Spirit weapons, yin cards that summon ghosts, etc., all the things that Mo Xiaoyao had before his death were placed on the ground at this time.

He Xiaoshi was silent for a while, and then his divine sense moved again, and the things in the space ring that the red makeup gave him also moved to the ground.

Most of the things in the space ring given to him by the red makeup had already been forcibly taken away by Mo Xiaoyao and Liu Qingtian, and there were not many things left at this time.

Then, the Creation Divine Furnace that Mo Xiaoyao had lost his life in order to get it, as well as the black stick that was blood-red at both ends, pitch-black in the middle, and dotted with star sand, were suspended in front of He Xiaoshi's eyes at the same time.

He Xiaoshi looked at the two most precious artifacts, his eyes flashed slightly, he carefully counted the things on the ground, and finally made a resentful other category, and then received the spirit stone and the pill into the space ring again, leaving behind the herbs, the Creation Divine Furnace and the black stick.

Immediately, He Xiaoshi's figure flickered, and he sat on the stone table in the middle of the cave, his index finger was a little on the stone table table, and the four inheritance exercises fell on the table.

One is the inheritance of the sword technique without regrets, the other is the eighth-level fist collapse method, the first is the orthodox inheritance and cultivation method of the Barbarian Sect in the Mo Yao Space Ring, and the last one is the alchemy secret technique Danzhu Heart Sutra.

He Xiaoshi's gaze swept over the four books, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face.

The speed of time in the space here is only ten times faster than that of the outside world, and it is impossible for him to stay on the first layer of this nine-story demon tower all the time, he must use the power of the three sects to leave together when Xia Han and the others leave this Xuan Realm.

Otherwise, he would be trapped in this Ancient Realm forever.

From Zhu Qian's mouth, he learned that after March, the people of the three sects would lead Xia Han and other monks from the outside world out of this ancient Xuan Realm, and Xia Han and other monks had been in this ancient Xuan Realm for nearly half a month.

From this point of view, in the outside world, in another forty days, He Xiaoshi must leave this spherical space and leave with Xia Han and them.

In other words, He Xiaoshi's cultivation time in the Nine-Story Demon Pagoda could only be four hundred days at most.

In addition, He Xiaoshi also wanted to get more opportunities in this ancient Xuan Realm.

All of this meant that his cultivation time on the first layer of the Nine-Story Demon Pagoda was shorter.

He Xiaoshi's brows furrowed slightly, the figure of Sun Wukong appeared in front of him, and unprecedented pressure appeared in his heart.