"Welcome to my world, where you can get everything you want. But first... You have to pass the test I have set first. The Faceling's 'familiar' voice came again.

Song Shizun Wool Qingwen has long since lost the nervousness and malice he had when he entered the last time, and he seems much more comfortable.

After the last game, although the mantra he got seemed like a Buddha, it was not unhelpful for him, a great monk who cultivated demons.

Although all sides are reluctant to admit it head-on, in fact, no matter what kind of practice you have, the higher you go, the further back you go, the more you go.

For example, Buddhist monks, there are red dust cultivators, breaking the precepts and returning to the world, re-walking the world, experiencing birth, old age, sickness and death, and their hands are stained with blood, but they have to break everything and return to the path of Bodhi.

The monks of the Demon Sect should also set the heart of Shura, know how to endure anger and control anger, uphold their original intentions, and know that killing and cruelty are a means of survival, not their own true temperament, and they should ignore life but also fear life.

It's not that all of these choices are absolutely right, but it's to say... Two different types of practice, even completely opposed, occasionally meet in one place and another, and it seems difficult to distinguish between them.

It's a fertile field that seems to stretch as far as the eye can see.

The long wind blows through the warm meadows in the sun, rippling like waves.

"The world seems to be a lot bigger. Is it because it is the second time I have entered, so the 'truth' that belongs to this small world is gradually unlocking to me?" Song Qingwen thought to himself.

Then he saw a multitude of people, suddenly but naturally appearing somewhere in the meadow.

When the beautiful music suddenly sounded subtly but softly in the wind, a white narration appeared in front of everyone who entered the Huzhong Realm.

Of course, except for those 'old players' who have already experienced it once or twice, most of the new entrants are panicked at the moment.

They are shouting and rallying frantically, and then unscrupulously provoking.

Ignore the long text that falls in front of you.

Legend has it that in a myth in another world, Anubis, the god who guarded the gates of the underworld, would take out the heart of the deceased and place it at one end of the scale to compare the weight of the feather. If the heart is heavier than a feather, then the deceased will be dragged into the abyss, and his heart will be devoured by the monster Amit with the head of a crocodile, the upper body of a lion, and the lower body of a hippopotamus. ”

Song Qingwen read such a passage, and his heart suddenly became puzzled, but he suddenly had some kind of inexplicable 'excitement'.

"Another world, a strange myth... Sure enough, the Faceling's predecessor was not confined to one world, he had the power to cross different worlds. If I follow in his footsteps, will I also have the opportunity to see the scenery of different worlds?" Song Qingwen's heart gradually rippled again.

However, there is no overflow of magic points.

Most of the demon cultivators can still control their emotions and prevent them from leaking.

The last time Ke Xiaoliang harvested a wave of wool, it was mainly because the impact on Song Qingwen was too great.

But after the text appeared, there was no follow-up.

There are no missions, no rewards, and no follow-up explanations.

It's like just pulling everyone into such a world and leaving them to fend for themselves?

"If it is not tested, then what is the meaning of that passage just now?" Song Qingwen frowned.

And Wang Yu and others, who had already been 'mentioned', found Song Qingwen on the meadow, and then spontaneously gathered behind Song Qingwen.

"You don't have to follow me to point out those idiots, I don't want to ruin this rare opportunity because of their stupidity. Song Qingwen looked at the novice little devil cubs who were noisy and shouting, and wanted to pinch them all to death directly.

Wang Yu and the others took the order and dispersed, imparting some of their experiences to some newcomers who were still quite calm and could still think steadily.

Of course... It is taught with reservations.

However, with this kind of teaching, Ke Xiaoliang assured his heart... It doesn't have to be an egg.

Song Qingwen began to wander aimlessly on the meadow.

The scenery here is always the same, so much so that Song Qingwen has the illusion that he has been in the same place many times.

However, in fact... This is really not his delusion.

Because the whole world was rolled up by Ke Xiaoliang.

The shape of a ring is formed.

In such a way, the repetitive and open background is used to create the illusion that the world seems to be very vast and huge.

Of course, the premise that it can be set up in this way is that the Huzhong Realm that Ke Xiaoliang originally expanded already has a considerable degree of size.

Otherwise, even if it is rolled up for recycling, it will still be narrow.

walked aimlessly for about seven or eight hours, and even Song Qingwen felt a little impatient.

Think you're wasting your time.

This is especially true of those who are new to the situation, who have given up looking for what to test, what clues.

Most of them just wait in place, or rest cross-legged to recharge their batteries.

"You walk aimlessly, only to find that you are just wasting your time, just like your life, you do keep moving forward, but you often repeat in one place, standing still. The new narrator finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes amid the slow music.

Then, above everyone's point of view, an inexplicable minimap appeared.

A red dot is also marked on the minimap.

It seems to lead the crowd closer to the red dot.

Song Qingwen directly pinched the seal, and a violent wind suddenly appeared under his feet.

The wind whipped up the blades of grass around him, sending him to the red dot marked on the minimap for a moment.

At the red dot is a stone tablet buried in the soil and blades of grass.

If it weren't for the marking, it's easy to overlook its presence.

"You rush to the end of your trip and find that what you see is not what you expected. Let me guess what comes to mind? a splendid palace, or a beautiful lake, or an endless sea with mountains and forests, are they more real? I mean... Are you sure what you're seeing isn't an illusion?"

Song Qingwen was slightly silent.

Then he waved his sleeves to clean up the blades of grass and loess at the stele.

I saw that on the stone tablet, two ancient characters were clearly inscribed.

Tomb of the Gods!

Song Qingwen's eyeholes shrank.

"God's tomb?"

God is immortal, and the tomb is the place of death and decay.

The combination of these two decisively opposed words is indeed very eye-catching.

Song Qingwen looked around again, and at this time, the romantic and boring meadow seemed to suddenly begin to fill his eyes with an inexplicable and treacherous atmosphere.