The illusion between trance made Lu Xuan's body sway from side to side, and he almost couldn't stabilize his body many times.

There was a chilling aura in the abyss, as if countless invisible hands were clinging to his body, making him feel so cramped that he couldn't help but feel dizzy at this critical moment.

But that's not the most important thing.

The fatal problem came from himself, and in his mind, countless images played out one after another, and this situation captured almost all of his energy.

Between the virtual and the real, countless thoughts crossed in the air, but just as his body was about to fall into the abyss, he suddenly woke up, and all the pictures faded like a tide, and then showed an extremely dangerous predicament.

He forced his attention to focus on the iron rope under his feet, but some things could not be done by willpower alone, the wrist-thick iron rope was imprinted in his eyes and suddenly there was some ghosting, and then he suddenly felt a powerful pulling force emanating from the darkness, directly causing his thoughts to fly into the sky.

What does it feel like?

The two worlds are compressing and overlapping, and the life trajectories that originally belonged to two people are forcibly merged into one by an unknown external force at this moment, and it is absolutely impossible for him, as an ordinary individual, to fight against this strange phenomenon.

Just when Lu Xuan was still conscious, he slowly squatted down and firmly held the iron rope with his hand.

Where is the source of this danger? Lu Xuan pondered for a long time, what was he feeling in the extreme pain, and a wisp of black qi hidden in the depths of the meridians was constantly emanating.

If you don't look closely, you definitely can't see the existence of that black qi, but Lu Xuan has already entered a state of flow due to the urgent situation of internal and external troubles, so he can quickly see the details that he didn't pay attention to in the past.

What is it? Lu Xuan pressed his temperament, and a terrible thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

On Chinese New Year's Eve in Yancheng, he was attacked by the ancestor of the Ye family, who left a curse mark in his body, and this is the source of the problem at this time.

Lu Xuan gritted his teeth tightly, what appeared in front of him and what his divine consciousness felt were all out of par with the reality at this moment, if he couldn't get to the root of it, he would fall into the abyss and be shattered, I am afraid he would still be immersed in weird conjectures!

But just in terms of the power of this spell seal, how can you make yourself so passive?

Lu Xuan was deeply suspicious, it stands to reason that the existence of the spell seal was to allow him to go to the appointment as scheduled, and it was definitely not to cause a serious obstacle to his cultivation, let alone put himself in a dangerous situation at the moment.

So where is the root of the problem?

At this time, he suddenly felt a strange fluctuation on the Ember Pole Sumeru, which was very different from usual, although it was only a momentary change, it could also explain some inexplicable problems.

Could it be that there is something wrong with his own Origin Fire? Lu Xuan was horrified, he immediately summoned Ember Sumeru, and the dancing flames flew like elves.

The black lines and the invisible flames of nothingness are entangled with each other, bursting out with a simple and rich ancient atmosphere in the process of spiraling.

The Origin Fire can be said to be the essential rule that he himself relies on to become himself, and if there is a problem with the Origin Fire, then it is tantamount to a problem with the essence on which he is constituted.

When Lu Xuan's pupils showed his own origin fire, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the sense of urgency in his throat also relaxed.

Advanced Sumeru didn't show any anomalies, at least as far as I could see, it didn't cause me the slightest discomfort.

Lu Xuan's train of thought suddenly came to an impasse, and the two different worlds in front of him were staggered and overlapped, making him unable to distinguish what was fiction and what was real.

At this moment, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the rooster that exploded and died before.

The torn corpse was scattered all over the ground, and large patches of blood lingered at the bottom of his nose with a pungent smell. Immediately after, a streamer of light shot into Tetsu Jingo's mind like a dawn to dispel the darkness.

What does this streamer mean? Does what it represents fit its own perspective? Just when all kinds of ambiguous concerns made Lu Xuan hesitate, his thinking suddenly became clear, and the nodes of each clue also made him feel the pleasure of enlightenment.

The streamer is not only a metaphor for finding a breakthrough in the problem, but also a hint that he is being coerced by some kind of force.

There must be something hidden in Tie Jingo's body, and although it is hidden, that doesn't mean it won't do it secretly.

So if it does it, why does it affect itself? The only explanation is in the Origin Fire, which controls Tie Jinwu, so it is bound to change the connotation of the Origin Fire without authorization, and as the main body and split body of the same qi, the connection between the fire and the Ember Extreme Sumeru body is also very close, and the mysterious soul obviously took advantage of this and allowed itself to completely fall into the trap of its construction.

But why don't I feel any discomfort, but I have symptoms of schizophrenia?

Some kind of speculation came to his mind.

The soul hidden in Tie Jinwu's body secretly tampered with the laws of the composition of the Origin Fire!

This is an extremely terrifying phenomenon, Lu Xuan's heart is like falling into an ice cellar, and his whole body is cold to the bone.

What is Origin Fire? It is the monk's own understanding of the external world that arises from his own communication with the outside world, and this understanding is based on the logic of his own thinking, so that it continues according to the situation, so that it becomes his own unique concept.

In the final analysis, the Flame of Origin is just a kind of philosophical thinking, an interactive thinking between the individual and nature.

In this case, what kind of force will subtly change his underlying thinking without any discomfort?

It's scary to think about it!

Knowing this, he quietly looked at his hands, and suddenly had a feeling.

Is it really yourself who is in charge of your body at this moment?

Or is it true that what I am thinking about at this moment is really my original soul, which has never been infiltrated invisibly?

Infiltrated, are you still your own?

Lu Xuan suddenly felt that he had fallen into a strange circle of thinking, and the shadow of nihilism hung high above his head like a sword of judgment.

And at this moment, he felt that his thoughts were being carried by the beating Ember Extreme Sumeru to a mysterious distance, and his subjective will could not do anything about it.

……

Caesar slowly lowered his head and continued to wipe his cheap broken sword.

Lu Xuan recalled that he had a general understanding of the beginning and end of the matter, Caesar was eager to restore the glory of his ancestors and rehabilitate the reputation of his ancestors, and he dedicated himself to the devil without hesitation, it can be said that he was able to get out of the dangerous and abnormal Minoan labyrinth, all with the power of the devil. But as soon as he stepped out of the Minoan labyrinth, his life was ended by demons, and Lu Xuan's ears recalled the whispers of the demons in the Flame Hell: "Your mission requires your life to be sacrificed, although you can't see the fulfillment of your heart's desire, but Satan says that someone will go forward for you." If your heart is on Satan, then the boundless darkness is your eternal destination. ”

The whispers continued, and the moment Caesar gave up his heart, the hideous face of the demon sacrifice showed a state of piety, and he said: "A great choice must be accompanied by a great sacrifice, and the true meaning always exists in the shadow of death, you are the children of Satan, and we are like brothers and sisters." ”

The demon sacrifice did not sneer rampantly because of this, but was carrying out a noble tribute to him like a believer, which shocked Wen Feiyu deeply, shouldn't the demon be synonymous with evil in any literary work? They did all kinds of evil, they were full of betrayal to each other, and they were outcast of God.

But none of this matters anymore, is that the demon priest saying that someone will fulfill his mission for Caesar, is that me? How did he know I was going to do this?

Lu Xuan suddenly felt teased, he suddenly snorted coldly, hum, I don't want to, what can you do to me?

With this in mind, he strode forward.

"The scum of the House of Caesar! Get out of here! The position of a paladin is not something you can tarnish! At this time, a young man in a gorgeous dress shouted with his real arms, and he picked up a tomato and threw it angrily at the road.

Under his leadership, everyone was immediately angry, and they all became irritable, and all kinds of vegetables and fruits were thrown on the road like rain.

Although he can't really be hurt because of the distance, this wave of mountains and tsunamis is indeed a bit bluffing.

Caesar felt a surge of anger rise in his heart, and he immediately scolded: "you, who gave you the stinky fault! Such an angry roar echoed loudly, and it has to be said that Caesar's strength was incomparably powerful after he sacrificed his body to the demon.

Lu Xuan struck while the iron was hot to vent the annoyance in his heart, and it was a series of curses that were quite escorted, which probably meant to greet the eight generations of the ancestors of this group of guys who took the lead in making trouble.

The voices of the crowd gradually quieted down, and everyone watched, Caesar was alone in the sky.

"What the hell happened to him?" Someone asked.

"How can I know what's wrong with this guy." The person next to him could only shrug his shoulders, indicating that he could not guess Caesar's heart.

……

Like a long dream, when Lu Xuan's eyes opened again, he suddenly felt that something big was happening in the space of another dimension.

In that realm of extremely different customs and cultures, a young man named Caesar stands on the cusp of the times, and it is unknown whether life or death awaits him in the future.

Just when Lu Xuan was immersed in this thought, he suddenly felt that his spirit was gradually improving, and the sense of division caused by the mirror-like picture was really uncomfortable.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly stood up, and walked cautiously forward. He was asking himself the question of what it meant to be born, and whether it came with the arrival of the streamer hidden in the rooster's body.