Nine shades.

Mo Luo, who had long hair and a shawl, closed his eyes slightly, looked up at the void at forty-five degrees, didn't know what he saw, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and then he opened his eyes and said leisurely: "Is this the last choice?"

Sen Sen Jiu Yu did not respond.

"Using the ultimate good to hide the ultimate evil has to be said to be a very smart choice. ”

Moro was satisfied, "Your game can continue." ”

......

The place where the nine secluds and hell are connected, the Great Bodhisattva Cave Mansion is hidden.

The great bodhisattva sitting on the lotus platform finally opened his eyes, stared at a certain place for a moment, and slowly stretched out his right hand, and a white and flawless, white lotus leaf appeared in his palm.

"Go. ”

The Jizo King Bodhisattva snorted softly, and the lotus leaf turned into a white light and disappeared.

The lotus petals float through the sky and the clouds, float across the rivers and rivers, and come to a mountain with pleasant scenery, beautiful mountains and clear waters, and apes and monkeys leaping all over the place.

It's a good mountain, as evidenced by the words:

The town is full of oceans, and Weining Yaohai. The tide of the town is the ocean, the tide is surging and the silver mountain fish enters the hole; Weining Yaohai, the waves are turning over the snow and the waves are mirage......

The lotus leaf floated silently in front of a top-backed ape, and the ape reached out and received the lotus leaf, sent it under its nose and sniffed it, and then turned around and entered the cave with a whizz.

......

Wang Dong lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression.

Of course he didn't believe a word of what the doctor said, what kind of split personality, what kind of good and evil choices, what kind of killing, it was nothing more than a flawed story made up based on his own game experience.

Do you really think you haven't watched "No One Survives" and "Deadly ID"?

Wang Dong wasn't sure where he was now, but he could roughly tell that he was still in the game, a story model about a split personality movie.

It's just that because of the change of identity, or in order to increase the confusion, the skills that I have accumulated before have been withdrawn again.

This is also a very boring thing, nine yin and nine yang tai chi, descending the dragon and beating the dog and folding the plum hand, you can feel these stunts, it is really a very good experience, the feeling of gradually surpassing the body, the power of infinite extension, fascinating.

It's a pity that it's uncontrollable and can't be held securely in your hands.

From this point of view, the logic of the game is too perverted, with skills withdrawn for no reason, and its own equipment and currency settings are too arbitrary, and the troubled hierarchy begins to crumble after a few dungeons, becoming dispensable......

It's all slots.

If he were to meet the game's designer, he would have to give him a lesson for five minutes!

At the moment, I have nothing to do, but to wait for the NPCs outside to come in and promote the plot, or wait for the system to release the task.

I don't know what task the system is going to distribute to him this time, it must be a modern background, otherwise why take away all his magic skills?

Wang Dong looked around the room and said in his heart, "Could it be that the main task is to escape from this special prison?"

Wang Dong sat up, and began to recall the previous game experience in his mind, and the plot was basically skipped, only recalling those practice experiences.

He's going to do an experiment.

An experiment to transform a character into a real player, a Neo-style awakening.

He was sure that he was in the game at this moment, so as long as he reviewed the kung fu he had cultivated before from beginning to end, it was possible to recall them all.

Horror Jianghu,Self-proclaimed most real game,Streamline all game steps,To be truly immersive,Then for players,Rough retraction of skills is obviously contrary to this original intention,For the unity of the front and back,The pursuit of the ultimate experience of the game,Instead of doing the setting of retracting skills,It is better to use seals,More precisely,It is to let players through their own consciousness transformation,To achieve the effect of skill hiding and reveal。

Because Wang Dong has not used any game pods, helmets, or glasses since he first entered this game...... He is the entry of consciousness.

In other words, the reason why this game is true to him is because the game has a connection with his consciousness.

What really limits and determines himself is not the game premises, but his own will.

To give a simple example, when he found that he was in an ancient background, he instinctively felt that he had to learn a good kung fu, because the concept of a chivalrous man and a martial arts hero had long been ingrained in his consciousness, and he fully accepted this logic, so he had to practice it.

On the contrary, when he found himself in the modern world, he instinctively felt that he was just an ordinary librarian, who had read some books and written some words, and those things must be fictional and fake, and it was impossible for people in the real world to practice any world-shattering skills.

Based on this shift in consciousness, those skills of his appeared and disappeared on their own.

"Is that so?"

Wang Dong became inexplicably excited, then closed his eyes and continued to review those days of hard practice.

Coiling dragon stick, Taizu long fist, Xiao Lang knife technique, Shaolin stunt, descending dragon palm......

While looking back, I silently reminded myself in my heart that this is still "Horror Jianghu"

"Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian!"

Wang Dong silently recited these two lines of poetry, and then pushed forward a palm with his right hand at will, only to hear a crisp sound of "pop", as if a palm was slapping on the wall.

Bang Bang Bang Bang ......

The skin of the walls began to peel off, and lime debris poured down.

Wang Dong looked at the wall intently, curious about what kind of flowers his ordinary palm had struck.

The entire wall skin quickly peeled off, revealing the bare wall behind it, which was blatantly carved with tadpole-like words.

Wang Dong's eyes widened suddenly, looked at it for a long time, and muttered to himself, "Taixuan Sutra?"

As soon as I pronounced these three words, I felt that the words on the wall seemed to be circling and flying, and I couldn't help but feel dizzy.

After settling down, when he looked at these handwritings again, there was a dizziness in his brain, which aroused his curiosity, and he looked at it again, only to see that every stroke of the handwriting seemed to have turned into tadpoles, wriggling on the wall, but if he only looked at one stroke, the tadpole did not move.

Wang Dongfu went to his heart, and began to look at the tadpoles one by one, only to see countless tadpoles or up or down, with different postures, lifelike and vivid.

After watching for about half an hour, I felt that a certain acupoint in the vest jumped, and I was immediately overjoyed, and continued to look down, and another acupoint jumped again.

He had learned too many supreme exercises, and he knew what this kind of acupoint beating represented, so he immediately suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and stared at the tadpole text on the wall.

Some tadpoles will make their acupuncture points beat, but some will not move at all, which is naturally because the two tadpoles are not connected to each other.

So Wang Dong began to deliberately look for tadpole texts that were related to each other.

There are thousands of tadpoles painted on the wall, and once you happen to find two connected ones, the internal breath of the two acupuncture points on the body will be connected together, and the whole body will be smooth, as if a corner of the seal in the body has been unlocked.

I don't know how long I looked at it, those little tadpoles seemed to move to the meridians and acupoints in his body one by one, turning into little frogs, jumping everywhere between his strange meridians and veins, rushing through all the acupoints around him, and penetrating the breath.

The more Wang Dong looked at it, the more excited he became, and he had already guessed in his heart that ninety percent of the "Taixuan Sutra" was related to the final rest, but he couldn't care about it so much, he was already fascinated by those little tadpoles.

When he noticed that hundreds of acupoints in his body had been broken through by small tadpoles and little frogs, he suddenly felt a surging breath fill his body, and then he broke through seven or eight suffocating places with vigor and momentum, and it flowed rapidly like a big river, from the dantian to the top of the head, from the top of the head to the dantian, flowing faster and faster, galloping endlessly.

In an instant, all the seals in the body were broken.

The kung fu that had been learned before poured out one after another, converging with the rapidly flowing river.

Nine Yin and Nine Yang Taijiquan Shaolin Stunt Northern Shengong Qiankun Great Shift Descending Dragon Eighteen Palms...... Now add "Taixuan Sutra"!

The shattered void is right around the corner.

Bite!

At this moment, a system prompt that shook the soul suddenly sounded in his mind:

Only then did Wang Dong exhale lightly, slightly suppressing the surging and deep inner breath in his body.

Shatter the void, timing is important, don't rush it.

Wang Dong had just stabilized the swollen internal breath in his body, and suddenly found that the tadpoles on the wall began to move again, this time not in conjunction with his own acupoints, but those tadpoles were moving by themselves, as if they were freely combined.

It didn't take long for the thousands of tadpoles to form a few sentences:

One Lu, two Zhao, three Lin Chong, four passes, five Zhang, six Qiao Feng. The evil in the east and the poison in the west, Huang Rong and Guo Jing order the fox to rush. Zhang Sanfeng, the second old man of Xuanming, an old playboy in the Oriental who sweeps the floor:

Can't beat Sun Wukong!

Wang Dong: