The clouds were light and the wind was light, and the sun was the first to show its delicate face, red and golden, and the golden red sunlight dispelled the haze for thousands of miles. Immediately afterward, the moon and stars began to shine, gilding the originally golden and red earth with a silvery white cold glow. The translucent film formed by the rules of Daluo Mountain in the sky is like a huge bubble, and the sunlight shines on it, refracting colorful brilliance.

The sun, moon and stars are in the sky, and the world is as beautiful as a fairyland.

"It's over?" muttered the Fat Ball Monk, looking at the two straight figures in the sky.

Few of the monks present had never been lucky enough to see the scene of the catastrophe destroying the world, and at this time, the catastrophe clouds dissipated, even if there were the rules of Daluo Mountain to isolate the heavenly tribulation, most of the people had a sense of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

Mu Songbai shook his head and said worriedly: "It's not that simple, if it's over, then this bubble should have disappeared a long time ago." ”

"It's a demon calamity. Ye Zhenzhen explained with a solemn face, "The Heavenly Tribulation is divided into Thunder Tribulation and Heart Demon Tribulation, and the Ember didn't know how to use to cut through the Tribulation Cloud with a sword and overturned the Thunder Pool, leading down all the Thunder Tribulations in one go. Now that the Thunder Tribulation has passed, it should be the Heart Demon Tribulation. ”

As he was talking, the figure of the king in the air suddenly moved. Not long after falling into the Heart Demon Tribulation, he immediately came to his senses, which is the special advantage of the Pure Heart over the Heart Demon Tribulation.

A pitch-black hole opened around him in the void, and Wang Zhen didn't even have time to look back before he was sucked into the black hole.

"The tribulation is successful, and the physical body has entered the realm of sleeplessness. Ye Zhenzhen guessed.

The fat ball monk was stunned when he heard this, and quickly asked, "What about the boss?"

"There is no one to help the Heart Demon Tribulation, and no one can help it, everything can only look at the individual. Ye Zhenzhen seemed to be explaining and comforting herself, "Don't worry, unlike the Thunder Tribulation, the Heart Demon Tribulation has always been based on its own true realm. ”

When everyone heard this, they had to look up at the sky and look at the figure in the bubble worriedly.

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At this time, after a sword split the Thunderbolt Falls, Chen Xinyan only felt that his eyes were dark, and he lost consciousness in an instant. When he woke up again, he was lying in a dark void, with no light around him.

He sat up slowly with his hands on the floor.

"Support" and "sitting" are very general concepts, and Chen Xinyan only realized that he was not an entity after making these two actions, so it didn't matter whether he "braced" or "sitting". The rules of physics seem to have lost their effect here, and there is no need to complete the action between the force and the force, Chen Xinshen only needs a thought, and the body changes to the state he wants.

"Xiaobai, my system is almost finished, will you be the first tester then?"

An excited voice rang out from the void, and then a holographic projection appeared around him, and he saw a young man wearing thick black-rimmed glasses standing beside him, looking ahead with a look of flattery and excitement.

Chen Xinyan's gaze shifted with his gaze, and then he saw a handsome man in white who could not be described in words, with two spears behind him, looking indifferently in his direction.

Instead of paying attention to the young man with thick black-rimmed glasses, the handsome man took a sniper rifle from his back and aimed it in his direction. The man with the immortal style was holding an anti-materiel sniper rifle, which was very inconsistent, but before Chen Xinyan could sigh, he saw the handsome man pull the trigger and shoot out.

The bullet pierced the space and flew to win time, Chen Xinyan was stunned for a moment, looked back and saw that there was no one behind him, and he didn't expect that this holographic projection-like illusory shot was actually shooting towards him.

Chen's eyes darkened, and the last scene he saw was the muzzle of the gun pouring fire, the bullet spinning in the air, it looked strange, not so much a metal bullet, but a condensation of some kind of power.

It hurts.

When Chen Xinshen woke up again, he only felt pain all over his body, but when he closed his eyes and looked at his soul, he found that there was no damage.

Maybe you don't want to eavesdrop on them, right?

Chen Xinyan couldn't help but feel palpitations, fortunately, the handsome man had no malice, otherwise he would have died without a place to be buried. Just thinking that the young man's strange shot could stun him through time and space, Chen Xinyan couldn't help but shudder.

With the experience of the last time, this time he floated directly from the ground, but a heavy feeling pulled him back to reality.

"Chen Xinshen, what are you doing?" suddenly sounded in a stern voice, followed by a burst of laughter.

Chen Xinyan stood in place and looked around blankly, familiar classrooms, familiar teachers, familiar classmates, he looked down at his thin hands, and then he realized that he had become the appearance of junior high school.

"What's going on?" he muttered.

"What's going on? You always sleep in class, I've already turned one eye open, and now you have to jump up suddenly in the middle of sleep, what's the matter? Is it that the teacher is too good to you, but you are getting worse?" The chattering voice sounded in Chen Xinyan's ears, but the sound came into his ears more and more distant.

He looked up and rubbed his eyes, only to see faces covered in a mosaic of data streams. Under the vague stream of data, he could vaguely see the teacher's mouth opening and closing, as if he was talking about something.

Seeing Chen Xinyan standing in place, the teacher on the podium suddenly became angry, and directly picked up a piece of chalk and threw it at Chen Xinyan's head. The white chalk magnified in his field of vision, eventually smashing on his head.

The small white chalk was thrown by an ordinary mortal, and it should not have hurt in any way, but a sharp pain spread from the center of his brow to his whole body. It was as if he had lost all his ability to bear the pain, and he fell to the ground in pain. His fall frightened the surrounding classmates and the teachers on the podium, and they gathered around. Chen Xinyan's eyes, which were closed in pain, barely opened a little, and he vaguely saw the people around him pointing at him on the ground, his mouth opening and closing, not knowing what he was saying.

Finally, he couldn't bear the pain anymore and passed out.

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"Slip away, don't fight, babes. I went to sleep. Chen Xinyan quickly restrained his smile and said into the voice.

The thrill of the game is fleeting, followed by an indescribable feeling, like a breeze blowing through the heart lake, although there are occasional ripples, but finally calm.

Chen Xinshen turned off the computer, stood up and stretched, and hurriedly hid in the bed. It's winter, and sure enough, the warmest place in the world is still a bed. Chen Xinshen half leaned on the pillow, picked up a book on the bedside table, and read it slowly.

"Strange, it seems like where this happened? No, it seems that something is wrong? Strange, what's wrong?" he still remembers the experience of being in a coma of pain in junior high school, and since then he has always felt a little déjà vu at certain moments and in certain scenes.

I didn't want to think about it, and if I thought about it, the intense pain would strike again, and soon Chen Xinyan threw himself into the world of the book in his hand.

The date is January 18, 2017.

The book is Edwin Abbott's Flat Country.

Not Fernando Pessoa's Book of Disquiet.