You don't have to look back, you know that the person who spoke is Qingming, turn around, pink makeup, cunning and cute, who is not Qingming!

Wei Qiqi asked, "What's going on, and where is this?"

"The vitality is poured into the body, the soul is separated from the body, the body remains in the stone room, and the soul comes to the void field. Qingming stretched out his hand and folded a thatch, the grass stalk slid between his fingers, intact, and he pointed to the tower in the sky, and said, "The qiē you see is not the real zài." ”

"That tower is—"

"Hehe, I can't think of it, that's the Demon Suppression Tower. ”

The stone tower with nine floors and eight sides on the top of the cliff is the Demon Tower, and the tower that stands at the end of the sky on the field of delusion is also the Demon Tower, and the Demon Tower is like a bridge, connecting the two worlds of truth and illusion. Wei Qiqi vaguely guessed a few points, muttered a sentence in a low voice, and listened to Qingming continue.

"This is an illusory world, it doesn't matter if you don't eat, drink or sleep, you can do whatever you want, but there are two small taboos, remember to remember-" Qingming raised a finger and warned him with a smile, "It's not without danger here, in case of an enemy, you must take saving your life as the best policy, no matter how injured you are, as long as you still have half a breath and lie still for a while, you will naturally recover slowly, but if you die, you will really die - in those stone chambers of the Qingying Pavilion, for tens of thousands of years, there are not a few flesh bodies that have lost their souls." ”

Qingming raised his second finger, "Cultivating in the field of vanity, getting twice the result with half the effort, there are many benefits, cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds, and you will not encounter bottlenecks, but whether it is the exercises, the sword technique, or the supernatural powers, all the qiē can't be taken out of this world, after you go back, you have to start over all over again, at best, you just have a personal experience and point out the way." ”

Wei Qiqi nodded, "This is already rare. "Cultivation is most afraid of groping in the dark, one wrong step, everything is empty, cultivating in the field of vanity, you can try boldly, don't worry about making mistakes, what a chance against the sky, it's just cheating.

"That being said, it's better to be careful, in case you accidentally go mad and bury your life here, you will never go back. Qingming reminded him, for fear that he would be too big and harm himself, the core disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect who have cultivated the Qing Ming Technique for generations are not without such a lesson from the past.

"Thank you, I know that. But how can this place get out?"

Qingming flattened his mouth and said: "It's easy to come in, but it's hard to get out, when you can fly to the bottom of the Demon Suppression Tower, you will naturally understand!"

The first time I entered the field of delusion, I was probably confused for a while, restless, and asked a bunch of questions that I thought were important, but in fact, I didn't know the so-called questions, but for Wei XVII, the qiē in front of him seemed familiar, and the vitality flooded the body, just like LCL was full of insertion bolts, and the soul came to the field of delusion, just like consciousness entering the "matrix", experience is wisdom, and there is nothing new under the sun.

"Don't you have anything else you want to ask?" Wei Qiqi's calmness and composure made Qingming confused.

"Uh......" Wei Qiqi thought for a while and asked, "When Guo Kui was subdued in Jietianling, you persuaded him to say that Tianhu Ruan Qing is living well in the tower, and he has actually lived a good life over the years, Ruan Qing Mo is not separated from his soul and body, trapped in this void field, and cannot get out?"

Qingming laughed, his face became very weird, "This ...... You don't care about it......"

Wei Qiqi changed the question, "I heard that the head of the sect is in retreat, and he can't be disturbed until the critical moment of Kunlun's life and death, isn't he also in the realm of delusion? Elder Ruan Jingruan is in retreat in the Demon Suppression Tower to heal her injuries, could it be that she is also here?"

Qingming was speechless, he was extremely suffocated, he stomped his feet, and said: "Oops, I was in a hurry when I came, I forgot an important thing, you cultivate here, I will come to see you again in a few days......" Before the words fell, he turned into a clear light, fleeting, and flew away through the air.

Between heaven and earth, he was left alone.

Although Qingming did not answer positively, he had actually told him the answer. Guo Kui is here, Ruan Qing is here, Ziyang Dao people are here, Ruan Jing is here, in this boundless and vain wilderness, there are countless people he knows or don't know, they are all here.

He once again set his eyes on the Demon Suppression Tower between heaven and earth, Qingming said, "It's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out, when you can fly under the Demon Suppression Tower, you will naturally understand!" The moment he broke through the air and flew away, Wei Qiqi's thoughts were touched, and he had a bold idea, which needed to be carefully verified.

Wei Qiqi once again raised the Hidden Snow Sword, and flew towards the Demon Suppression Tower like a star gallop, turning into a blue light across the sky. He ignored the loss of the true element, and tried his best to urge the flying sword, the wind split the face, and it was furious, as sharp as a sword, when the speed of the sword's flight almost reached the limit, the scene in front of him shook, and the world was in chaos, only the Demon Suppression Tower stood as before, gradually becoming larger in the field of vision, Wei XVII's heart was relieved, and he knew that he had bet on this right.

When the true yuan in his body was exhausted, he lowered his flying sword and sat quietly for a while, and sure enough, as Qingming said, there was no need to meditate, no need to take pills, no need to devour the flesh and blood of monsters, and he would recover as before he did not move.

He continued to fly with the sword, confirming his guess, and after repeating it five times, he figured out the key, to break the illusion and approach the demon tower step by step, the key is speed, the speed is not fast enough, no matter how hard you try, you will only be imprisoned in place, and the true yuan will be wasted in vain.

In other words, to leave the wilderness of vanity, it is also about speed, as long as he is fast enough, he can shatter the void and return his soul to the body.

Wei Qiqi lay down in the grass with his back to the sky, looking at the flowing clouds in the sky, and let out a long breath, some broken scenes in his memory coincided with the one in front of him. Once upon a time, he was also lying on the soft grass, squinting at the dazzling sky in a daze, his son running and frolicking, shouting, and the yellow-faced woman at home was like a hen guarding a calf, worried that his son would accidentally break his head.

Where is it? a park, or is it a wilderness in the suburbs? Their faces have become very blurred, there are no unforgettable memories, no heart-wrenching thoughts, occasional thoughts, only a faint concern and nostalgia. The life he once had, the one he had or discarded, was like a dream, vanished, and his life began again in another place, and he always felt that something was missing, maybe he planned more precisely, made fewer mistakes, but at the same time, he was less emotionally involved, with such a mentality, step by step from utilitarian to cold, from cold to cold, is it lucky or unlucky?

"Maybe it's not bad to stay in this place all the time, without having to make choices, without having to suffer consequences, and to be alone and happy......," he thought with a smile, "isn't that the life I once dreamed of?"