Mu Zi Zhenping smashed back to the ground, and the head of the Xuanwu Explosion Spirit Lizard that was hit flew into the sky, and then the belly was like a wall revealed from the Xuanwu, followed by the lizard's tail.

The Explosive Spirit Lizard, which was more than thirty feet long, was actually pushed upside down by Mu Zizhen's knees, how fierce this force was.

After two hisses, the corpses of the other two blasting lizards smashed back into the lake.

The sword and tail struck each other, and a wave of spiritual power dispersed, and the fairy blade shot backwards into the island, and the six lizard tails were bounced away.

Mu Zizhen rolled over and got up, "Come on, come again! I'll see how many of you kill me." ”

Screams sounded in all directions, but the imaginary attack did not come, but the fog began to dissipate, and the lake surface reappeared in the field of vision, and the lizards were actually killed, which was to let Mu Zizhen leave.

In the colorful poisonous mist, Mu Zizhen's expression was extremely solemn, he had been deep into the poisonous mist for an hour, and he had been flying at full speed.

Bright blisters appeared on his skin, the size of a teacup, especially on his bare face and hands, the blisters were dense, and he could feel that his internal organs were failing rapidly.

It's not that he didn't think about quitting, but with the current depth, he would die without waiting for the range of the poisonous mist, this state suddenly appeared before a stick of incense, and he didn't feel any discomfort at all before, so he went so far away.

Mu Zi has really been able to support it until now, firstly, thanks to the main soul eyebrow rune, otherwise he would have died of divine poison as soon as he entered the poisonous mist, and secondly, his spiritual yuan power was very different from spiritual power, and he could barely turn around without being completely restricted by the poisonous mist.

After taking a pill of Awakening Refreshing Pill, he felt that the failure of his internal organs had slowed down a lot, and the skin was cool and the pain was greatly relieved, but it was only a symptom but not a cure, and he secretly estimated that he could hold on for another half an hour at most.

This still has a map to clear the route, if you blindly enter the poisonous fog, you can only wait for death.

According to the map markings, the range of colorful poisonous fog will be out in about ten miles, and the time should still be in time, but it is not clear what will be faced in front of you.

A moment later, a vast building appeared in front of Mu Zizhen, there were no pavilions and attics, all of them were one palace after another. And he had no time to watch, so he hurriedly crossed his knees on the ground and took out the healing pill to heal the wound, most of the transparent blisters on his body were broken, and red blood was flowing out.

A day later, he fully recovered from his injuries and flew towards the nearest temple, which was not much different from the layout of the temple he had entered before, only one floor was very empty.

After searching the temple, I found nothing empty, only the sound of footsteps echoing in the temple.

Entering dozens of palaces in a row, Mu Zizhen's brows furrowed into a Sichuan shape.

There was no sign of a fight, and there was no grass anywhere except the temple, not to mention a living thing, even a dead thing.

Giving up the search, he headed straight for the deepest part. He was the only one in the huge complex, and although he was not afraid, he was very depressed.

After flying away like this for four days, a huge temple appeared in Mu Zizhen's field of vision, as if a mountain towered in the middle of the buildings.

Thousands of feet high, the whole body is as black as ink, there is a coercion in the distance, and the huge hall is full of devastation for thousands of miles, all traces of battle, and it is strange that there are no corpses.

Miles of fist prints, dozens of miles of slash marks, ruins and deep pits, the battle at that time must have been extremely tragic.

A moment later, Mu Zizhen stood in front of the entrance of the giant hall, and the door of the hall was cut open by a sharp blade, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror.

The inside of the door was pitch black, like a giant beast's open mouth, and before it entered, a cold wind blew out from inside the hall, and Mu Zizhen shivered subconsciously, only to feel the coldness from his soul.

Stepping into the door, endless layers of white bones were stacked, large and small in shapes, and the surrounding walls were densely covered with traces of spell bombardment.

"Click..."

With each step, the white bones under his feet shattered and turned into ashes, and the time was too long, and the bones that were once extremely hard could not resist the invasion of time and withered.

The strange thing is that there are no modern monks in the white bones in the hall, so where did those who went beyond the Jindan realm to enter the ruins, although the multicolored poisonous mist was powerful, it was impossible to stop all the strong people?

Besides, so many strong people entered, there were always those who didn't enter the range of the colorful poisonous mist, right? Then why didn't these people go out?

There is a high platform in the center of the main hall, with a radius of 100 zhang, shrouded by a white light curtain, hazy like fog and light, and the spiritual sense and sight are blocked by the light curtain.

I didn't expect that countless years had passed, and there was still a formation in operation.

Mu Zizhen stepped forward and didn't rush in, there was such a formation among so many bones that was already weird, picking up a skeleton and smashing it into the light curtain.

Without any obstruction, the bones flew into the light curtain, and the formation was as usual.

With a choking sound, the Stygian Shadow turned out of its sheath and turned into a streamer of light and shot into the formation, and the Flying Sword Imperial Envoy did not have any abnormalities.

If it is a protective formation, then there will be blockades or even counterattacks, but there is none! Is it really just an ordinary light curtain? Will it lose its effectiveness for too long?

Mu Zizhen thought secretly as he stepped into the formation.

In front of him was a neighborhood, where he had lived in his previous life, and the noisy traffic could be heard from the street behind him, and a few small vendors were selling hot breakfasts.

Time and space reversal Mu Zizhen was stunned on the spot, his hand subconsciously exerted force, with a bang, a cup of soy milk in his hand was pinched and spilled, and the hot soy milk splashed on his hand, but he didn't realize it.

He looked around like a fool.

Flip-flops and big pants, a green dragon tattoo revealing a narrow-shouldered vest, a little finger-thick gold chain around his neck is a little dazzling, and a leather bag is held in his right armpit, and the half-exposed Huazi cigarette is particularly eye-catching, which is exactly what he dressed in his previous life.

He was very familiar with the community, the vendors, the road, and even the security guards at the door, and everything was so real.

Mu Zizhen not only doubted, didn't he cross over? Everything was just a dream?

But what dreams are so clear, and what dreams are so long?

Which one is true and which one is false?

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Throw away the soy milk cup in your hand and slap it in the face with all your might.

"Shhhhh

It hurts, it's real, it's not a dream.

"Is this man stupid? How can he beat himself?" The people who passed by looked at him like monsters, and couldn't help muttering.

"I think it's stimulated by something!"

"I guess I'm shooting some kind of small video!"

......

Mu Zizhen turned a deaf ear to these things, and hurriedly ran to the rental house, and when he got home, he didn't know where to go when he got home.

Small bed, second-hand air conditioner... The stinky socks piled up at the door of the bathroom, you can't be wrong, this is where you lived in your previous life.

Mu Zizhen threw away his bag and sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbed his hair with both hands, and buried his head between his legs. "Where is the truth?

With such a change, who can still distinguish the reality of dreams?