Another universe.

The tyranny filled the body and mind, and the three Xuan cultivators roared angrily and twitched the Xuan Qi to perform the occult entanglement.

"Aha!"

"Oh!"

"Hey!"

What is the weather like at this time? Hail the size of beans is constantly hitting this locust forest. The wind was blowing, and the blood sun in the sky stood very peacefully.

A locust tree in the arms of three people fell to the ground.

"Boom. ”

"Bang bang. ”

"Knock knock. ”

"Demonized three feet!" black gas scurried.

"Flying Wood Technique!" "Silver Water Curtain Hu Fei.

"Fire!" red fireballs flew around in the midst of black gas and silver water curtains.

After the three of them destroyed the three locust trees that the three of them were hugging together, they panted and looked at each other.

One of them was dressed in black, of medium build, with white hair and round eyes and dark skin. Looks like he's lived for about twenty years. The childish face was nervous, and the hands behind the back of the body were clawed, covered with a thin layer of ice that emitted a faint vapor. Half nestled against the locust tree behind him, bowed slightly, and rolled his eyes round out of vigilance, constantly going back and forth on the other two.

The other two were wrapped in a bronze and gray coat.

The person under the blue coat is named Chen Feng. Half a month ago, from the country of Lu, which was slaughtered by the demon lord, is now a demon stronghold, and sneaked out with another companion named Zhang Ash. But for some reason, he was the only one on the border between Mao and Dai in the chaotic domain at the center of the Hundred Kingdoms Xuanxiu War. I also got into a fight with one or two powerful people.

The border between Mao and Dai is a forest of locust trees, full of towering locust trees.

The young man in gray had very small eyes, and he reached out to catch the three hailstones, and his expression suddenly turned to sadness. Chen Feng glanced at his strange behavior, tightened the short sword in his hand, and frowned slightly.

"What's the meaning of being alive?" some deep voices pierced through the thumping hail to the ears of Chen Feng and the bronze-clothed man. This voice would have seemed familiar to Deming if he had been here.

The camera zooms in. Ah! It turns out that this gray-clothed man is Wu Yang! Why did he come here alone?

Three days ago.

Endless battles are constantly staged. Heaven and earth are chaotic, and the blood caters to the blood and yang and dips into the loess.

Later, something strange suddenly befell the cultivators who were fighting with others!

The three ice blades gradually enlarged and became clear in Wu Yang's eyes, and at that time, he thought that this was the last scene he had seen in his life. When he became conscious again, a locust tree appeared in his eyes.

What's going on?!

It turned out that the collapse of the parallel world finally started from the beasts that descended from the sky in this Xuan Xiu world, and rose to the spatial chaos.

It means that when you are fighting with people, the spatial instability caused by the collapse of parallel worlds may cause you to be transported to other planes.

Wu Yang was suddenly teleported to the locust forest on the border between Mao and Dai on the battlefield of Xuanxiu and was suddenly unstable in space.

That's why there is the above scene.

"What is the meaning of being alive?" The deep voice of the gray-clothed young man, that is, Wu Yang, pierced through the thumping hail and also came to the ears of the bronze-clothed man. If the lala ash is here, the sound will feel somewhat familiar.

The camera zooms in. Ahh

Another universe.

An eyebrow. Eyeball. Foliage. Finger.

A gray-black eyebrow. A gray, sickly eyeball. A dark green lonely leaf. A finger that has shed one-eleventh of its skin.

The mirror replicates an eyebrow and an eyeball, as well as a leaf and a finger.

The story takes place on these five seemingly independent individuals.

Usually, the perspective is fixed on a mirror, and nine separate individuals can be seen. Mirrors, leaves, fingers, eyes, and eyebrows. Plus the territory of leaves, fingers, eyeballs and eyebrows. Yes, it took me a little over two seconds to count, and it was nine.

That's how the story is set in this way. Then, to show the event, you have to start the journey of time.

Time has moved.

The eyeball sees the eyeball inside the mirror. Wonder filled his mind, and his eyes began to communicate with those in the mirror.

"Ahh What are you?" the eyeballs outside the mirror convey a message to the eyeballs in the country.

"Ahh Think about it. The eyeball in the territory received the message and was stunned for eighty-three seconds, and then sent this message to the eyeball outside the mirror.

In the march of time, the leaves were unwilling to be lonely and rubbed their eyebrows in their arms. Emotions of happiness gradually grew in his consciousness.

In this moment, how can the fingers allow themselves to make soy sauce without creating any events to show their existence?

The picture changes in time: the fingers are unwilling to hit the soy sauce, and the leaves and eyebrows are rubbed and rubbed in their arms.

Why is rubbing, rubbing, rubbing so popular at the moment?

The eyeballs outside the mirror naturally saw all this while waiting for the eyes in the territory to reply to their doubts. The eyeballs swirled back and forth between the sluggish leaves and eyebrows and fingers in the territory and the leaves and eyebrows and fingers rubbing outside the mirror.

It's clear that he's differentiating. The significance of this difference lies only in the fact that he is making a distinction. You have to do something in the time. So he's making a distinction between them.

However, the eyeballs in the territory have not yet returned to the question of the eyeballs outside the mirror.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the eyes outside the country couldn't stand the loneliness, and the fingers and leaves and eyebrows rubbed and rubbed and rubbed the message.

Another universe.

Three quarters ago: a drop of water was crushed on the crane stone. The water is dispersed, and the force crosses the air, three of which are stained on the waist of the orange grass, and the other is decomposed and moistened with the loess, and combined with other water droplets to live the next step of the aquatic road. In the end, as we walked, the water turned into another existence and continued to exist.

One can imagine how eternal existence will be. Self-consciousness is only a glimpse of the eternal path. The gradual transformation of the conscious into the unconscious is the continuation of this eternal path. Otherwise, there is no autonomous consciousness that cannot endure eternity with weariness.

Temperature, color, smell, sweet and sour, sound, emotion: nothing. There is no holding.

Only nothingness can contain eternal existence......

Another universe.

Lonely images. What has been heard, seen, and felt. I remember it vaguely in my memory. I can see some time tomorrow. Some of the subtleties of yesterday have been forgotten for the most part. I forgot the feeling of every step I took. Maybe I didn't feel anything special at the time. Because each step is no different, I don't deliberately care about and feel the frequency of changing between my legs.

Oh. That's right. The beautiful woman who walked in front of me slowed my pace a little, so that I could have more time to look at the beautiful back.

Another universe.

Peaceful afternoon. Because of the mind, there is suffering. The ant's steps fell up, and he didn't hesitate. Why go down. Because it doesn't exist.

Another universe.

I lived for a while, and I went outside of some space. It's only half a centimeter to sustain life, so it's good to die.