Another universe.

"From what point of view do we look at the Huang Sheng Continent, in just one hundred years, nearly 30 million Xuan cultivators and supernatural beings (those with the ability to create the fruit and other abilities. And the death of nearly 10 billion mortals, and how do you feel about the demise of these lives?"

Wu Yang looked around at their proud faces expressionlessly, and continued, "You don't feel it. ”

I sent a voice to Wu Yang and said, "People only have a deep sense of reality about their surroundings. It is the so-called seeing is believing, and the feeling will be profound. They can't be blamed for this, they've killed enough robots and beasts last time. ”

Wu Yang said coldly: "You learned about their death through the transmission of information, and it didn't happen around you, how can you have a deep feeling in your life." ”

I sent a message to Wu Yang: "Things that often appear in life will gradually develop a sense of dependence." ”

Wu Yang continued to say coldly: "Go and feel it in reality." Don't stay here and learn to die, go to the trial, go to the harsh reality and feel it. Go away, you have taught everything that should be taught, and everything in the future will depend on yourselves......"

"Yes!Teacher!" These proud young people are still proud, and after shouting in unison, they are still invincible in their thoughts, thinking that Lao Tzu is the best in the world.

Then several swishing sounds of breaking the air sounded in my ears, and the dozen or so students of the Xuan-level class of the Fangyuan Academy flew out from the top of the huge arched barrier made of vines, and there was not a single one left.

I glanced at Wu Yang's indifferent expression, looked up at the sky, and a blood-red sun stood in the sky, and the blood-colored light reflected this crazy world......

A little darkness caught my attention. I summoned the gas that fused the 'Infinite Qi', the Xuan Qi, and the Condensation Qi in the Infinite Chaos, and I called the 'Creation Qi' into my eyes. Suddenly, a spaceship that belonged to a scientific and technological civilization belonged to a human being, and its whole body was silvery-white, like a straw hat magnified hundreds of times.

"Hey, Wu Yang, you see, those people have come to sell us their technological prowess again. I laughed.

"Although they come from another world, they are of the same kind as us after all, and they also fought together with us, and they resisted the attack of the alien beasts together. Wu Yang also looked at the sky, and said lightly.

"Their technological power is indeed amazing for low-level alien beasts, but after all, they rely on ants to play a role. In the end, it is up to us metaphysicians to play the final and decisive role. After I finished speaking, I pondered for a while, and said to Wu Yang: "A hundred years ago, we fought the Hundred Nations War in the Yanlang region, and I miss ...... very much."

Wu Yang's body froze, trembling slightly, raised his eyes, and showed pain: "Life, it's so fragile......

Life is just a fleeting illusion, and the feelings of pain and happiness actually come from people's own perspectives. Lives are dying and being reborn all the time, and there is no need to be tempted by this. ”

I sighed and said slowly.

Wu Yang looked at me with a complicated expression: "I would think that this is your ruthless wording, there is a need for love between lives." It's not something you can't see through. I cherish you as a friend and don't let me down. ”

I sighed and stopped talking. In fact, Deming in this parallel world is dead, in the war of the hundred nations in the Yanlang region a hundred years ago......

Another universe.

"Qian Kun, you take this. "I took up the way of transformation in 'Vine Decision' and made a hard rattan sword. I handed the rattan sword to Qian Kun and said to him.

"You can't leave me for two weeks, and you've read the novel 'Infinite Terror', and if you leave the mission, you'll be wiped out by the Lord God, remember? I continued with Qian Kun, who had a rather calm face.

"Actually, I believe in you for the ability you have shown. Even if you don't have this mission, we can't leave your shelter in such a dangerous and unknown world. ”

I was a little surprised. He pinched his eyebrows, looked around at the dense trees around him, and continued, "Can you tell us more about where you came from, what you went through, and how you came to this world?"

"Huh. I smiled.

Another universe.

Exhale-inhale-the amount of oxygen in the water that allows life to end.

Sunshine Coast - Solace is only a picture of time.

Whether it is right to say that pessimism is based on loneliness - this moment is pessimistic.

Clouds, scattered, no longer clouds.

The visual exhibition plays its role, and the qualitative changes produced by its quantity can keep up with the increasing rampant loneliness of the spirit, and the more uncontrollable time of cleaning up - dreams, **, stillness

I love you. I love you because I need spiritual comfort, and there is a lot of impure consciousness in it, but what is pure? Naturally not being loved is a kind of pain, and this pain is an excuse for suffering......

I'm used to breathing, and there will always be a day when I lose it, not to mention—

Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale...... Current.

Another universe.

It is very ambiguous that the entanglement of the only "one" is always differentiating thousands of relatively independent consciousnesses. The contradiction between "being" and "nothingness" is the original "being" and the original "nothing", which can only be realized by changing the fundamental properties of time in quantum theory. Or perceive with consciousness, and the word "realize" may not be entirely correct.

"Exactly right"? Meaningless babbling, since the babbling has appeared, it must have its meaning, but the embodiment of the meaning itself does not cover the limitations of some consciousness within the needs.

Detached from the scope of life and thinking of my kind, I am the only one left of my kind.

The concept of meaning is nothing but the restlessness of human consciousness. There is no need to delve into the meaning, return to the quiet nothingness. There is always a limit to the maximum development of the individual's will. There is only death, and there is rest in nothingness.

I can't stand the time that is presumptuous in my mind.

Another universe.

Truth and the intention of being.

A little gray mixed with other mottled colors -- what is a color? My eyes are different from the color information that other life thoughts receive. The ever-changing understanding of the nature of existence.

Everything is an illusion. Sustain life with continuous self-deception. The autonomy of self-deception is blessed—outside of free will?nature?or is it a dream of free will?All the objects within the will are the illusion of the will—the mass is transformed into energy—the frequency-like free existence is not real to the touch, and the time that lasts is as if it were blessed with a sense of illusory. Vision, can there be deliberate torture of free will, such resistance to the intention of sustaining life -- the real will to live is scorned by loneliness.

There is a difference between a time and a present, when to say now, now, another now. What is the time of one?

The satisfaction of needs and ** sustains the spiritual belief or sustenance of the whole life - the illusion of feeling is the emptiness of time.

And then jump now, and then don't advance the number - where it is. A reversal of time or a distortion of space, or an illusion of one's own will? and then open one's eyes: a void of darkness, and its own existence cannot be touched.

The progression of time is nothingness.