As soon as Lu Yitian saw the writing, his eyes couldn't leave, at this time, the paper ball had been reflexively thrown to the ground by Lu Yitian, Lu Yitian turned over and got out of bed, picked up the paper bag, peeled it off layer by layer, and saw that it was actually a very thin page of paper, which was densely written in insect characters, Lu Yitian's interest came up, and he unfolded the first page of paper, and read it carefully twice under the light, the words were not very neatly written, but the artistic conception was extremely lofty. The pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info it is written in human language:

"I don't know who you are, maybe I'm dead when you read this, maybe I'm still alive, but, in any case, congratulations, you were the first to escape from the illusion or the real thing. Since you can survive, you must not be a general, and you are qualified to read these words. Whether you are a human, a dragon, or a god of any race, if you are lucky enough to see this, I recognize your abilities. ”

Lu Yitian gasped, the person who wrote this text was really rampant, he thought that he had to be a god to have the ability to come out alive from there. It's right to think about it, if it weren't for the help of Sartin, who is a god, he would have died there.

"By the time you read those words, I don't know how much time has passed, whether it's thousands or tens of thousands of years, or just a day or two later. But I'm going to tell my story again, and if you already know, go straight to the next page.

"I am the Nianli clan, you can call me Xuanyuan Liuhe, in this world, if someone says that I am the second, then the first has been killed by me. My sword never came out of its sheath, because I knew that if it was unsheathed, there would be no day of return. I don't want to be a god, I don't want to be an emperor, I wander in the Origin Continent, just for a quiet life. During my travels, I gradually learned that the most powerful weapon in the world is not the blade, nor the energy, but the human heart. Everyone's heart is my strongest weapon to kill them, and when a person loses himself, struggling and despairing from the quagmire of reality and fantasy, nothing can keep him alive. Whoever my eyes see will be destroyed.

Lu Yitian looked at it, shook his head slightly, and said in his heart that he was right, but this kind of fact is subtle, and it is difficult for ordinary people to understand. Thinking of the various illusions he experienced in that hole, he lifted his heart again, and a cold sweat broke out.

"I've killed too many people, and I'm invincible. No god dared to come to me for trouble, and I gradually felt lonely, and I began to think wildly, thinking about the meaning of man's so-called 'reality' and 'illusion'. But I soon realized that thinking about these things is really not all that a normal person is capable of. Even with this skill, I forced myself to stop thinking, but I found that I could not stop anymore, and I became more and more fanatical about distinguishing between reality and illusion, and I knew what would happen if I kept doing this, but I couldn't stop, I could only wait for the day to come - my nerves had a breakdown. That said, I'm crazy.

"I finally went mad, and I began to wreak havoc everywhere, leaving everyone in the world mired in hallucinations, and I seemed to feel the mournful breath wafting in the sky, which made my heart palpitate. I don't know how many people I killed, and I don't know how long I struggled, but I finally woke up. I was drenched in cold sweat among the bones on the floor, and I think I finally understood how painful it was to die in despair. I was determined to change my ways, but I don't think I could change them, and my nerves would still break down intermittently, killing thousands of people. Under the pressure of this hideous soul, I finally decided that I was going to die. But even so, who can kill me? I have the body of immortality, even if I jump off a cliff, and fall to death? I finally dug a hole for myself in Qianfei Mountain, and I sealed me up with the hardest chains and the heaviest stones I had refined, so that I could starve me to death. But I'm afraid I'll break free, and those two eyes will still be a wreath to the world. So I dug them up, gave them minds, and asked them to guard my corpses, one of them called 'Illusion' and the other called 'Real'. Until your arrival.

"Before I died, I suddenly felt that I needed to write something down, so I wrote it down while I was still alive. To be honest, I don't want to pass on my skills, I'm afraid of another turmoil in this world. You'd better burn the rest of the fire, because if you stay, you'll have a lot of trouble. Don't ask me why I should write it down when I know there will be endless troubles, I don't want my name to be completely lost in history.

Lu Yitian looked at the first page, turned it to the side, and saw six big characters written on the back, "Illusion Xuanyuan Liuhe", with elegant and majestic penmanship. Lu Yitian couldn't calm down for a long time, if he just looked at these words, it seemed like a madman wrote them casually, but Lu Yitian himself had the experience of being tortured to death by various illusions in the cave, and he understood that most of the words in this were true. This Xuanyuan Liuhe is a predecessor of the Nianli clan, thinking that the Nianli clan should have been prosperous for a while, and now he only knows about the Nianli clan, the earth god Barrow. Lu Yitian suddenly felt that maybe the decline of the Nianli clan and Baro's crazy raids were related to Xuanyuan Liuhe, and maybe there were these shocking secrets on the back papers.

Lu Yitian thought of what Xuanyuan Liuhe said, "You'd better burn the back part of the fire, if you stay, there will be endless troubles." Lu Yitian's outstretched hand stopped again, his heart was drumming, his eyes narrowed, and he still didn't turn over the papers. He didn't follow Xuanyuan Liuhe's statement and burn it with a fire, but picked it up again and never looked at the paper again.

Lu Yitian didn't know what era Xuanyuan Liuhe was, but he seemed to be able to imagine that scene, a person who was neither good nor evil, with red eyes and a long sword that had never been unsheathed on his back, standing in a group of people who had fallen into the quagmire of illusion, the sky was shrouded in a stream of desperate black gas, obscuring the light of the sun, and the wind swept up the dust and hit the faces of those desperate people.

They finally fell to the ground, the blood flowed from their bodies to the ground, spread into miserable rivers, the land was stained dark red with blood, and the pieces were clumped, and the corpses of the people finally turned into white bones under the sun and wind, but the breath of despair could not be dissipated for a long time.

Lu Yitian shook his head, he didn't dare to think about what it was like to be lost in illusion and reality.