In a word, the fat man was lying on the ground in an instant. However, the Taoist would not pity him, and stretched out his hand and tapped it on him several times.

After that, there was an inexplicable breath in the fat man's body, and everywhere he went, a bulge would form under the flesh and skin, like a mouse hidden inside.

The fat man gritted his teeth at first, but after a while he opened his mouth and shouted.

The kind of scream comparable to killing a pig made the Taoist very worried. He raised his arm again and hit the fat man on the neck, after which the fat man could not make another sound even though his muscles were bruised.

Looking at the fat man's pleading, painful eyes, the Taoist smacked his lips with great appreciation: "This Taoist person has a total of seventy-two kinds of internal qi and residual vein techniques in the body, now I just try one, and later, the Taoist will let you taste fresh one by one."

When the fat man heard this, it was as if he had been struck by lightning, and his whole person was ossified, and his pupils were dilated at this time, and he was almost unconscious. But a sting called him back from his imminent coma.

The fat man's cheeks were visibly distorted, and the green tendons stretched from the corners of his forehead to his neck, like earthworms.

Looking at the pleading and struggling expression on the fat man's face, the old man in the Confucian shirt took a step, pointed to the fat man on the ground and said, "Untie him, ask him the question just now, if he doesn't answer, you can continue."

The old man seemed to be a little unhappy, he shrugged his shoulders, and stared at the fat man for a long time before he reluctantly unlocked the meridian seal on his body.

At this time, the fat man opened his mouth and let out a breath of turbidity, and then his extremely painful eyes swept a glance at the old man in the Confucian shirt opposite, struggled to straighten up and said, "I said, I said it all."

The fat man knew that the clansmen would not let him go, but if he didn't say it, the living sin in front of him was real.

Which is more important, the fat man can no longer tell, now he just wants to suffer less torture, as for the future, it is only to wait for the future to find a way to solve it.

"The reincarnation of the dragon god, his identity is... Ahh

This sudden change, even the three old ghost-level powerhouses did not react. When the old man in the Confucian shirt bent down and grabbed the fat man, he found that he had already lost a lot of anger.

Turning his body over, but there were no obvious scars, the old man in the Confucian shirt stared slightly, and finally reached out and slapped his neck, from which a black steel needle was shot. The old man in the Confucian shirt twisted it with his fingers and broke it with all his might. Obviously, this is just a very ordinary steel needle. Being able to stab a Dao Venerable with such an ordinary steel needle shows how strong his cultivation is.

And still under the escort of the three major earth level ancestors, this kind of strange thing made the old man in Confucian shirt a little puzzled.

Is this still a low-level civilization? The one who can kill people from under the noses of the three of them is at least a powerhouse at the level of Dixuan. But this is a third-level super civilization, how can there be an earth-level mystic?

At this time, an inexplicable strange atmosphere spread in the hearts of the three top powerhouses. They no longer cared about the fat man, but released the earth element towards the entire ice city. They were determined to find the mysterious Tier Killer.

Inside the smart space.

Old Xiao raised his head slightly, looking at the geometric wisdom bodies in the form of sword spirits, as if he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

He had personally comprehended the wisdom gradient and the wisdom body before. It is also clear that these intelligent beings are essentially just distractions of an intelligent body.

It's like directing a bucket of water into a tandem container with an infinite number of forms, and although it will be shaped into various forms, its essence is still the only intelligent body, which is only the perspective of the human self, which seems to be separated and separated.

Thinking of this, Old Xiao Tou didn't need to tell which of them was the original god, because each of them was the original god. Old Xiao Tou was silent for a while, and then he mustered up his courage, took a step, stared at one of the structures formed by the intelligent body, and asked, "Are you the main artifact left by the feather body?" ”。

The artifacts that have reached the stage of the main god themselves have extremely high intelligence, which is why they are only called intelligent bodies. Old Xiao Tou naturally knew that the other party could fully understand the meaning of his words. So he raised his face and quietly waited for the main artifact to reply.

But as time passed, there was still no feedback from the main artifact. On the contrary, some of the wandering intelligent bodies had a bad attitude, they first rejected Lao Xiaotou, and then forced Lao Xiaotou to retreat with a complex spatial structure.

It wasn't until Old Xiao Tou was forced to the entrance that it stalled the spatial spiral.

At this time, Lao Xiaotou seemed to see a strange picture, it turned out to be a labyrinthine geometric spiral, which suddenly swelled up, like a mountain peak pressing down on the top of Lao Xiao's head. There was no sense of space-time direction in the main god space, so the labyrinth was just like some kind of huge container, heading towards the top of Lao Xiao's head.

At this time, there were only two choices in front of Lao Xiaotou, either to withdraw from the main god space, or to be hit by this labyrinth spiral.

After thinking for a while, Lao Xiao's head arm flung up, and he did not choose to retreat, but went into the maze.

Now that he has found the main artifact space, he will definitely not give up easily.

Faced with this huge cosmic maze, Old Xiao Tou felt deep despair. At first, he just mistakenly thought that the maze was just a complex spatial spiral similar to spatial folding, but when he was in it, he clearly knew that this was not just space, but a universe similar to the condensation of space into each other, and its complexity and quantity level were by no means comparable to a spatial folding seal.

Old Xiao Tou felt his own insignificance at this time, and this maze was vast, he believed that if he didn't get out of the maze correctly, even if he spent his whole life would not be able to fully comprehend all the spatial changes here....

At this time, in the face of such a complex and huge spatial spiral universe, Old Xiao Tou seemed to regret that he had rushed in.

But he was not a person who was willing to admit defeat, and after thinking for a while, he began to try to find an exit in this huge space spiral maze.

Unlike the quaternary labyrinth, in this spiral labyrinth, both space and time are visible. Its intricate structure resembles that of an intricate work of art, and it is almost immediately recognizable. Standing inside this space beyond the four-dimensional perspective, Lao Xiaotou tasted the perspective of God, but this feeling also had its side effects, that is, he felt a sense of birth and loss.

At first, it was difficult for Lao Xiaotou to get used to it, but as he insisted on shuttling through several spiral spaces, he gradually adjusted his state.

It's still a long way from finding the exit to the maze, but at least he doesn't feel that inadequate.

The resulting perspective impact made Lao Xiaotou very shocked.

The structure of time and space that is very abstract and the curtain of space that resembles a heavy rape is almost everywhere like him, showing the indescribable wisdom charm of the super dimension.

This is an abstract depiction outside of the first wisdom gradient. Because no one can really tell what form an intelligent body is. Because he is formless and substantial, but can be transformed into time and space in the world, his charm is like the brush lines of abstract art, and like heavy oil paint splashed ink rendering, in short, Lao Xiao Tou tries to depict a scene here in his heart, and must use some artistic techniques.

Perhaps this is the kind of surreal beauty that seems to be clueless, but full of order.

Of course, Lao Xiao Tou is not an artist, he will not be fooled by the beauty of surreal abstraction, he frowns slightly, his eyes look within the various colored lines and spatial spirals, trying to find the exit of the labyrinth, but his efforts seem to be impressed by the infinite spirals, and in the blink of an eye, the complex curves that derive millions and tens of millions of forms.

Old Xiao Tou exhaled heavily, helplessly stepping on a space to temporarily stabilize himself. Although this is only a symbolic stability, because the spiral under his feet is constantly changing, even Lao Xiao Tou himself does not know how many spiral abstract flower scrolls he has fallen into. He was like a little ink stained on this boundless giant flower scroll, which seemed to never end as the flower scroll penetrated endlessly.

The interior of the space is not a single hue, but an independent space similar to a quaternary space-time. Naturally, there is no space-time time here, so there seem to be countless space-time and space-time that travel to each other and are extremely similar within each airspace. Therefore, when Lao Xiaotou saw everything, it was shaking like flowing water.

At this moment, Lao Xiao Tou really realized what it was, in the blink of an eye, it was the vicissitudes of life, and with a wave of his hand, it was the past and the present.

It's just that there are no complex life systems and material circulation systems in the time and space here, so most of them are just like a desert, a lonely and dark background.

Such a picture is no longer called beautiful, but a visual dullness.

After enduring countless slide-like time flows, Old Xiao Tou finally realized that everything he had done was in vain.

Because there is no space-time direction here, these originally belonged to the perception of the four universes, but now they are standing from the perspective of God, observing the flow speed outside of time, which is the rendering under the splash of space ink. That sentence is not a kind of thing that can perceive and discern the direction. Therefore, it is impossible to find any so-called outlets.

Thinking of this, Lao Xiao Tou finally sat on the ground where time and space flowed endlessly, and his eyes seemed to fall into deep confusion and ignorance in the frequent flickering light and shadow.

I don't know how much time has passed, because there is no time here, and I don't know how many years have changed in the ground under his feet. In short, he is still like this, lonely and lowering his head, letting the colors around him change, but he is like an old monk in meditation.

I don't know how long it has been, until a bright color appeared in his pupils, he raised his head slightly, and his gaze swept over the countless falling space splashes and silhouettes of time and space like flowing water.

His left hand slowly stretched out, patting lightly against the rendered and flowing time and space, and suddenly the circle rippled like a lap on the surface of the water.

Within the ripples, an independent space-time came to a standstill, like a fast-walking tape being stuck, and he could see through the cosmic space-time inside the cassette. It's like a myriad of slices connected together, frame by frame, infinitely extending to the end of time.

Of course, there is no end to time, and there will be no end to this slender tandem section.

After thinking for a while, Lao Xiao raised his other hand for a while, and flicked it in the opposite direction against the ripple plane, and then the water surface flowed in the opposite direction, as if time and space were reversed at this moment, and all the facets seemed to turn into a water wave, which gradually became blurred in the ripples.

"I understand that this is hyperspace, there is no concept of time, there is no sense of spatial direction, everything here comes from the observer himself, consciousness determines everything... That's right," Old Xiao Tou seemed to understand something, and danced excitedly, but then he shook his head a little hesitantly.

"But why can't my consciousness control the space-time beyond the ripples, but only control the direction of this small space-time?" Old Xiao Tou once again swept his arm across the time-space in the ripples, falling into a state of thought.

Just when Lao Xiao was contemplating the connection between time and space and consciousness, at another time and space spiral angle, a white bearded Taoist and another stepped in. Like the old Xiao Tou at the beginning, they tried to find an exit in the space-time, but no matter how they shuttled, it seemed that they never moved matter, and all that changed was the color of those shuttles and the spirals of curves.

I don't know how long the two of them tossed in which time-lapse before they finally quieted down. First, the white-bearded Taoist found a place to sit cross-legged, and then the other also sat down together, and the two were relatively silent. It's just that they will reply to each other again.

It's just that the piece that is constantly changing and timeless is rendered a little gray by the murderous aura emanating from them.

And there seems to be some time and space there that wants their body to be in a state of harmony, but the two of them don't know anything about it.

Without the concept of time, the White Whisker Daoist could only count the number of weeks he had been running, and when he started cross-legged, he had already been running for eight weeks.

At this time, the sword yuan in his body was almost recovered, and he secretly looked at the opposite, only to find that he was still recovering. The white-bearded Taoist stared at the for a long time, but in the end he didn't dare to act rashly. After all, the deterrent power that the gave him was so strong that he didn't dare to raise any resistance.

Never mind. When you're out, look for a chance to get out.

Trying to find an excuse for his cowardice, the White Whisker Daoist paced out of the space-time stream, and instead stood a little farther away. He deliberately kept his distance from the, after all, he couldn't believe that the really trusted him. If you provoke the frown, maybe you will die a miserable death by then.

(End of chapter)