Another universe.

"Don't you think the information in your words is confusing?" said one person to me, perhaps I said to me.

I said, "Well, rules in chaos are sometimes funny. It depends on how you look at it, when my text is fast food, then don't eat well, when my text is oxygen, then breathe carefully. Breathe carefully. Breathe all the time. Of course, go check out the ants. ”

The man replied, "I would think it's a quibble about my own incompetence." ”

What should I say?

......

Another universe.

"Wu Yang!"

A middle-aged man with black hair and a dark face holding a popsicle in his hand and slashing it in the air was about to chop Wu Yang, who was casting a spell to gather vine arrows, to death. And Liu Bai happened to see this scene.

"I want your life!"

"Ahh

Ten zhang away from Wu Yang, the two ended the battle. One is the possessor of the ability to create the fruit, and the other is the fourth-level Xuan cultivation of the Primordial Mystery Realm. That Xuan Xiu was dressed in a purple power suit and looked like a young man, but now he has been given the result by the person who created the fruit ability. No longer alive.

Wu Yang felt that the crisis was coming, and he turned around violently, and the popsicle with the thickness of his long arm had turned into an ice pick and fell down on his head! But at this moment, a cyan palm blocked the ice pick, and Wu Yang rolled out in a cold sweat.

"Bang! poof!" The two sounds suddenly came, and Wu Yang raised his eyes to see that the ice pick had pierced the cyan palm.

Wu Yang turned around to look, only to see that Liu Bai's palm was empty, and his face was pale. Wu Yang suddenly knew that it was Liu Bai's ability to create fruit that saved him.

Seeing that his hand was almost destroyed, the middle-aged man snorted coldly, squinted and glared at Liu Bai fiercely, stomped his foot, and the sound of Zizi under his feet erupted, and the icicle suddenly appeared, and with this one bullet, it flew into the air. Then ice wings grew from behind it, soaring to another battlefield a hundred feet away.

"The ability to create fruit is so powerful, I feel that it is so difficult for us to survive. Wu Yang sat on the ground, pursed his lips, and looked at the fierce battlefield not far away.

The Realm of Chaos - Composed of three countries that pursue independence and freedom, it is not subject to the jurisdiction of the Heavenly One Kingdom and the Blue Sun Kingdom and any one country. This is a paradise for cultivators who do not want to be bound by the ability of the Creation Fruit. But now, it's a hell. Almost all the Xuan cultivators above the third level of the Primal Xuan Realm in the Yanlang region fought against each other in the camp of the Blue Yang Kingdom and the Tianyi Kingdom.

And Wu Yang and the third class of Fang Ming Academy, which was under the jurisdiction of Fang Ming Sect, finally came to the Realm of Chaos safely with Teacher Xu after going through twists and turns.

Another universe.

I just raised a hand and looked around at the quiet. The loneliness instantly overwhelmed me. My whole life is a lonely repetition.

Ever since I came to this cruise ship, whenever I close my eyes, I always see a very dark and uniform blue background through my eyelids, exactly like a clear night sky without stars. After a few seconds, the background danced actively, shining with countless green lights, which were divided into several layers, and constantly rushed towards me, exuding a joyful aura like a new life, filling my heart. Then I felt a beautiful figure appear on my right, which were parallel and closely related lines, in two sets, at right angles to each other, multicolored, dominated by blue and green. Immediately after that, the lines became brighter and brighter, and the whole figure was covered with sparkling points of light. The image slowly passed through my field of vision, and after about ten seconds it disappeared from the left, leaving behind a dull, dull gray background, which quickly transformed into a churning sea of clouds that seemed to be about to be reborn into living forms, a bit like a fish, a little like a human......

"Deming, aren't you getting better?"

Chen Tao finally walked out of the cabin from a week ago. When I saw him, he was dying, and he would not have lived without me. I poured some of the gas that had been stored in my lower abdomen dantian into him and gave him it, and he was revived by this gas just as I expected, and he could survive without eating or drinking for three days.

He asked, standing behind me, concerned.

I told him about the strange sights I had seen these days. Not only did I save his life, but the world was over, and in a situation where there were only the two of us, he would naturally have some affection for me.

"It's still like that. What I saw was too mysterious. Blue and greenish gray, multicolored...... I don't know what this means, you don't have to think about it, I can have a cultivation method in my head and such a strange fish appears, it's already a strange mess, no matter how strange things are, we shouldn't be surprised. By the way, have you made any progress in the cultivation of the cultivation exercises I taught you?" I said with a smile as I sat on the deck with my hands propped up and looked up at Chen Tao's still somewhat pale face.

"You said that if you lived, maybe you could save her? is there really any hope?" he asked me again. I'm a little distressed.

When I first tried to persuade him not to commit suicide, I showed me a strange mess of things: walking on water and the strange abilities that vines grow from my body. I said that the world has become so bizarre, maybe there is a way to resurrect your Wu Wenting.

Then I taught him 'Fujihua Decision', and I actually had a great surprise when I taught him to cultivate!

In the past, I originally absorbed the yellow gas in my dantian and ran into the meridians to transform my body to cultivate, but now I actually found that I can absorb a strange gas from between heaven and earth, although the effect of cultivation is a little worse, but the yellow gas that came out of nowhere in my dantian seems to have some signs of exhaustion recently, I was a little worried that if I didn't have yellow gas, I would lose all my abilities, but now I finally let go.

It's better to have someone with you than to be alone.

Another universe.

Ben, who died tomorrow, died today.

was carried back and forth by two people, walking rapidly. From time to time, he peeked at the dead body with disgust.

The cold body was rotting and stinking, and two men carried him to the bottom of the mound to bury him.

They're digging in the dirt, he's lying next to him, it's the corpses lying.

He's walking here, but somehow he's dying, who knows? Who cares? Isn't death a normal event? An object in another form exists on the earth. He died, ostensibly dead, but also dead in the actual sense. There will be no resurrection, no one will resurrect him. How could a creature for its own sake resurrect a nameless being?

The earth was dug up, and he lay down in it.

Another universe.

When communicating with images outside of me, all the memories of the passage of time do not obscure the profoundness of the passage of time alone. With independent thought (thinking about the existence of the self), the meaning of the passage of time between being and not only deepening the scale. I am communicating with beings outside of myself, I don't know what I call communication, and I think and do it every day—I communicate with images outside of me.

One day, when I suddenly or just have a moment, I think about my existence, and I can't think of how my sudden existence should proceed before I die.

When the appearance of human skin is very beautiful, it also adds extra beauty to provide my fantasy. This is the way my existence accompanies it? Naturally, it is not well received.

When the restless emotions are not at peace, it is inexplicable. I went to a strange place to feel the combination of my existence and the existence of my surroundings, and the answer was that it was lonely and boring, because time was passing, and an emotion could not be replaced.

How do I continue my existence, in the passage of time, without inexplicable restlessness, to appease the lonely existence, and to think about what my essence is?

Once, time has passed. Now I have to think very hard.

Walking many times in a strange way, there is no sense of continuity.