Wu Gen looked stunned and looked at "Wu Gen" on the opposite path. The person on the other side was also shocked and looked at this side in amazement.

"Who are you?" Inexplicably, a person who was exactly the same as the one already appeared, and Wu Jian felt a great violation, and suddenly became angry.

"This is exactly what I want to ask, who are you, dare to dress up as Lao Tzu." Wu Gen on the opposite side was also angry, pointing to this side.

Wu Yan was stunned for a moment, snorted coldly, and tried his best to calm himself down, he estimated that he had fallen into the illusion, and if he was controlled by emotion, he happened to fall into the trap of thieves. I also want to play with the master for this trick, isn't it too underestimating myself.

I just wanted to taunt the other side for a few words, but when I saw that the other party had walked forward disdainfully, he obviously had the same thoughts.

Yo, even his own thoughts can be predicted, Wu Gan is a little admired by the methods of the black hand behind him. Then let's fight and see how many times you can guess your own thoughts.

Wu Gan calmed down and walked forward proudly, slightly proud to see the other party's methods.

After walking a few steps, more "Wu Gan" appeared in the distance, and there was one on each path, all of them looking the same way.

With so much self in one fell swoop, Wu Yan finally became a little panicked. These "Wu Gan" were also shocked and scolded others loudly. Everyone thinks that they are the real ones, and the rest of them are just fakes.

The so-called three people become tigers, all mouths are golden, looking at the appearance and clothing of the side, after experiencing 999 times "Wu Gan" scolding himself for being a fake, even Wu Gen doubts whether he is true or not.

Maybe Wu Yan on the other side is real, he is just a puppet who has been given the same personality under exquisite spells.

Under the absurd scene, Wu Jian was in a hurry, no longer arguing with others, and walked along the path with his head bowed and numb.

Countless Wu Gan, also with solemn faces, hurried along the winding path without saying a word. No one knows where the road ends, and it seems like an escape from the absurdity of the moment.

When viewed from the air, it is as if one person has chosen a different path from the same starting point.

From time to time, Wu Gen on a certain path encountered danger, or fell into the quagmire that suddenly appeared, and was swallowed up little by little, leaving only two hands still stretched out to struggle.

Or caught in the formation, stabbed by thousands of flying swords, chopped into a pile of mud and thrown on the ground.

Or they saw something terrible, and ran in terror and fell into the abyss beside the path, and after a few rays of light they turned into nothingness.

Wu Gan's face was pale, and he walked silently on the path, carefully testing the dangers that he might encounter in front of him, watching "himself" in the distance keep dying.

The look of help before dying, the panic when in danger, the despair when falling into the abyss, the mad behavior that could not bear such a scene, and all kinds of tragic situations were staged on the path from time to time.

For the rest, on some paths, Wu Gen silently wept and sympathized with his own experience.

On some paths, the look is blank, and the appearance is like a corpse.

On some paths, they can't resist the various tragic deaths of "themselves" and jump into the abyss. new

But there are also some "Wu Gan", or perseverance, or disdain, or face it head-on, still hesitating forward alone, not confused by the tragedy around them.

But the possible reactions of the people of the world in the face of tragedy are all revealed on this path, from sorrow and despair, to courageous and persevering.

Wu Gan, or not Wu Gan, witnessed less and less "self", I don't know whether it is the blessing of the soul or the blessing of heaven and earth, and suddenly remembered a verse in my heart.

All appearances, that is, right and wrong, and all appearances, are false. The heart is free of obstacles, and if there is no obstacle, there is no terror, and it is far away from upside-down dreams.

Reciting the verses silently, Wu Yan endured all kinds of emotions and walked through countless hills. Finally, the trail came to an end. At the end, only a few dozen "self" arrived. Ahead, there was a gray mist.

On a small road, "Wu Gan" looked sluggish, burst into tears, and muttered, "Have you died so much, have you survived so many?" There was silence all around, and no one answered him,

Only the person is still talking to himself in a neurotic way.

On another path, "Wu Gan" looked at the dark fog behind the finish line, and finally completely collapsed, jumping into the abyss on his side, and turning into ashes.

More "Wu Gan" is sitting on the ground and breathing slowly, silently.

After counting, only ninety-nine "Wu Gan" arrived here.

The paths, like the roads you choose, some are divergent, some are dangerous roads, and some are dead roads, and every step forward is not easy, and how many people will fall on the way. Even now, even if I have barely reached the end, I find that the future is still unclear, depressed, collapsed, confused, and all kinds of emotions are flying one after another.

But no matter what, there are always people who are not afraid of difficulties, dare to face the bleak life, and dare to challenge the foggy road ahead.

All appearances, that is, the aspects of right and wrong. The true self does not move, and everything does not move. A Wu Gan recited the verses and took the lead in stepping into the mist.

In the fog, I don't know how long I walked, but suddenly it became clear in front of me, and a blue lake appeared in front of me. The calm surface of the lake reflects the blue sky, which makes people wonder which place is the sky and which is the earth.

Wu Gan waited for a long time, but did not see anyone else appear. With a long sigh, he walked carefully to the lake, stretched out his feet and tried on the surface of the lake, the lake was very strong, and the whole person actually stood on it.

Looking at the same color of heaven and earth, Wu Gen finally embarked on the road forward. On the huge lake, there is silence, only a small black dot is walking aimlessly.

"The front is also a mountain, and the back is also a mountain, and the front mountain and the back mountain are shouldered, and there is an upside-down hole in the front mountain, and there is a hole in the back mountain. The old man sits upside down in the cave, and counts the silver coins in the hole......

On the empty lake, there was a rough sound, and Wu Jian roared loudly as he walked. The sound came from far away on the surface of the lake, but it dispelled some of the dead silence and made the mood much more comfortable.

After walking for a long time, the shore of the lake has long disappeared, and it should have reached the center of the lake.

Wu Yan crossed his waist to the sky and scolded, "Who is that, the little master knows that you are watching, and there are any means to hurry up." If I frown, I won't be surnamed Wu." As soon as these words came out, Wu Yan couldn't help but be stunned, why did he say this, could it be that his surname was Wu.

No one responded, and Wu Yan was even more energetic, "Boy, don't you dare to come out, right, sneakily hiding behind, could it be that your face was dropped hundreds of times when you were born." Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of people disappear, look, this word is specially written for you, as soon as you go out, it is this big pomp. Get out, ugly."

After a toss, my heart is much more comfortable.

Just as he was proud, a giant palm fell from the sky, slapping Wu Jian firmly on the surface of the lake, and fell into it.

There was a clattering sound all around, as loud as thunder on the silent lake.

Wu Yan was sore all over, got up from the lake, and shook his surroundings again and again, "This uncle, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the little one said the wrong thing. You have a lot of adults, don't care, the kid won't pay you for it."

At this moment, figures slowly rose from the lake and stood on the surface of the lake. These people who poured out of the lake, regardless of their appearance and demeanor, were dressed in the same clothes as their current selves, and they all looked around with some surprise.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little depressing, and these people were each wary of the people around them, their eyes flickered, and there were gradually some signs of restlessness in the air.

One of the "Wu Gan" shouted and attacked the person beside him. Since there was a person at the beginning, the scene suddenly became chaotic, and soon, the sound of fighting in the lake was everywhere, and there was blood and flesh everywhere.

Wu Gen found that these people who appeared from the lake were exactly the same as themselves in terms of physical strength, moves, and methods, and they had a very hard time fighting.

In a hurry, Wu Gan's heart moved, and he found that his divine consciousness could be used again here. The divine sense swept over, and Wu Jian found that although the appearance of these people was no different from his own, the divine soul was relatively weak.

It felt very bad to kill himself, and after using the divine soul method and exerting his strength to cut off the head of an opponent, Wu Yan stood panting with his knife.

Compared with the opponent, it is just a little more soul power, but at this point, it is right to die in the end

hands, not oneself.

There were stumps and broken arms on all sides, and everyone was fighting bravely. On the surface of the lake, there were constantly familiar faces who closed their eyes in front of Wu Gan, gradually turning gray and covered with a layer of dead air. This scene made Wu Gan feel palpitations for no reason, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Looking up at the sky in disdignation, he cursed secretly in his heart, is it fun to play with people's hearts, first watching himself die, and now he wants to kill himself with his own hands.

But after fighting for a long time, Wu Jian also found that every opponent died, his own soul seemed to be stronger. And in the process of fighting, because the means used by the other party are exactly the same as their own, in this life-and-death struggle, the flaws that have not been found in the past are all visible.

I didn't expect that there would be such benefits in fighting against myself. Since the people behind the scenes like to watch dramas, let's watch enough. Wu Yan smiled fiercely, and rushed towards the other self with the broken knife.

With so many Wu Gen present, it no longer matters which one is true and which one is fake. At the end of the kill, what is still standing is true. Only the strong deserve to survive, and the others can only be stepping stones for the strong.

One, two...... After slashing nine opponents, there was only one person left in front of Wu Gan. His people were stained with blood, which shows that many people died under his hands.

The two of them were panting and sitting on the ground, both of them were covered in bruises, the oil was exhausted, and they felt pain all over their bodies when they even moved. It's not easy to kill oneself, let alone kill so many in a row.

"Come, let's fight." Wu Yan laughed, pointed the broken knife at the other party, supported himself with the knife, dragged a wounded leg, and staggered towards the other party.

"Fight is war, the master is still afraid of you. Won, I'm the only one. If you lose, it's just a contribution of soul power to you. When you kill the first self, you have the consciousness of being killed." The person on the other side supported himself with a knife, tried a few times, and finally stood up and calmly faced the approaching "self".

"Okay, that's right, then we'll see who is really the only one." Wu Yan walked faster, his feet on the surface of the lake covered with stumps and flesh, and made a popping sound. When they were five steps apart, they jumped up at the same time and pounced on each other.

Boom, the two broken knives collided together, and under the huge impact, the bodies of the two trembled, and blood spurted out from the wounds on their bodies like arrows.

Take two steps back, separate from each other, but raise the knife again at the same time. The broken knife hit again, and the sparks splashed everywhere. After such a boring, monotonous, and unreadful dozen styles, the two of them held knives in both hands, their waists were stiff, and they gasped for breath. Everyone knows that after the next blow, someone will no longer have the strength to get up.

Coincidentally, the two of them screamed, rushed out with the last bit of strength, broke their knives together, and their bodies were also heavily pressed together.

There is only half a foot between the faces. Looking at the opponent who was like a person in the mirror, Wu Yan smiled and squeezed forward step by step. At this point, there are no more fancy moves, just use brute force to force the opponent to retreat.

The speed under his feet became faster and faster, and the heavy breathing of the person on the other side was heard, like a bellows pulling. Suddenly, Wu Gan's hand let go, and the opponent finally couldn't support it, and fell to the ground backwards.