It didn't feel any different from the first time.

This time, Zhou Ming clearly felt that he was moving in that spring in an incomprehensible way.

In that way, time and distance seem to have lost their meaning, and only the end point you want to reach exists clearly and unequivocally in your own perception.

Then, in an unknown plain in the northern part of the desolate land, in a hollow, a clear spring with a faint silver glow gushed out, gurgling, and the water level seemed to be slow, but it rose unusually rapidly, and soon covered the bottom of the hollow.

Then, as the water level continued to rise, endless lines began to condense and intersect in the center of the spring, as if weaving something.

However, before the lines could be intertwined, an illusory hand like a reflection appeared in the water.

Countless lines and rhythms were directly dispersed, and in their place, there was an unusually powerful sense of fullness, as if the appearance of that hand filled the illusory world of reflection with its sense of existence.

Without any confusion or confusion, the hand appeared and went straight up, all the way forward, and finally touched the fingertips under the water.

Like an illusory shadow that can only exist in a mirror, reaching out and touching the line of absolute isolation from reality.

That hand, after caressing the water surface in the reflection of the water surface for a while, as if it had determined something, on the flawless palm, there was a faint silver light as if it was released from the bones in the hand, and an indescribable aura suddenly enveloped the palm.

"Click......" between his fingers, and suddenly, countless cracks spread on the surface of this spring. The dense cracks made the entire water surface, as if in the next moment, even if there was a slight touch, it would crumble into slag.

The wind blew gently, setting off a slight ripple on the water.

These waves were connected together, passing through the water surface covered with countless cracks, like a completely broken mirror, but they had no effect.

It seems that those cracks are all fake, and they do not exist at all or exist on another level.

Just stretched out his hand, with a little force, and the thing that hindered him like a membrane directly appeared a little flawlessly. As a result, Zhou Ming's perception seeped out like mercury pouring out, and the familiar vast aura of the desolate land suddenly permeated Zhou Ming's perception.

As soon as the thought moved, the next moment, the supernatural power was activated, and Zhou Ming's figure immediately disappeared from the unspeakable spring.

From the outside, the hand had smashed the entire surface of the water into countless cracks before disappearing. Then, above the distant sky, in an instant, nine huge rings burst out like fireworks.

Zhou Ming, who was anxious in his heart, just returned to the desolate land, and entered the black and white space directly regardless of it.

And the spring water left on the earth, after Zhou Ming left, seemed to have lost the support of the source, and soon dried up. Seep into the earth and disappear.

Under his own eager will, the huge power in his body trembled slightly, revealing a few strange fluctuations.

Then Zhou Ming found that he had turned into a ray of moonlight flowing through the black and white space.

Unlike before, at this time, Zhou Ming, in this black and white space, his consciousness was extremely awake, instead of falling into a coma as before.

So Zhou Ming clearly felt that something was approaching him.

As if he was not welcome to enter this space, the inexplicable aura gradually approached as if he was going to expel himself.

Zhou Ming was angry, and when he was in a hurry, he didn't bother him.

A tremor rippled from the group of moonlight that was chasing through the black and white space, and then quickly spread to the entire group of moonlight.

So, in this black and white space, for the first time, a voice sounded, it was Zhou Ming's roar.

And in the outside world, a continuous thunder resounded through the sky, and in all the areas that Zhou Ming passed through in that roar, there were no exceptions, all thundered.

It's like using a powerful mosquito repellent to spray hard, those buzzing sounds suddenly disappear, and the whole world quiets down.

In Zhou Ming's angry shout, those slowly approaching breaths suddenly seemed like a school of startled fish, and the hula lala dispersed at a speed dozens of times faster than approaching.

After Zhou Ming saw those breaths leave, he didn't do anything. In my anxious heart, a question emerged.

Has the Chaos Creatures arrived?

Is there anything wrong with everyone?

He didn't even want to delay the time set by the Immortal King, and after realizing how much time he had spent unintentionally, there was only one thing Zhou Ming wanted to do in his heart, that is, to return to the desolate land as soon as possible and determine the situation of all his companions.

Didn't think about why you spent so much time on the Taiyin Star?

I didn't think to sit on the throne to see the situation.

Zhou Ming was simple, he just didn't think about anything, he rushed towards the sealed land of Beihai with all his strength and purpose.

On the other side, above the Taiyin Star, the huge golden vertical pupil above the sky quietly closed after a cold light flashed, and then disappeared.

The fairy king casually dispersed the cold light that rushed towards him, and then looked at the silk thread in his hand.

"Bonded. The Immortal King said softly: "It's a little unexpected, it actually made Mingyue realize the abnormal flow of time at the last moment." ”

"What are you going to do with the bright moon that is already rushing back?" As soon as the fairy king's hand was released, the silk thread fluttered in the moonlight.

Then, with the slight movement of the body, the figure of the fairy king went directly from real to virtual, and soon, between the waist-length cyan swaying slightly behind him, the figure of the fairy king disappeared, leaving only the words that I didn't know who to say to leisurely.

The silk thread that Zhou Ming pulled out finally fell to the ground in the fluttering, and then drilled into the ground, and then, on this desolate Taiyin star where no grass grows, where the silk thread drilled in, there was a young shoot, poking out its head.