Meng Xiang had a dream.

I don't know if it's a dream or not, but it's real like making a horror movie.

The dark space, heaven and earth are indistinguishable, and the stars are gone, as if nothing exists except for themselves.

In front of him, the figure of Ming Tian appeared.

"Yo, you look tired. Mingtian had his pockets in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth, just like usual.

Meng Xiang felt a little guilty.

"I'm sorry, it's rare for you to help me bring the Seven Realms of the Netherworld, but I still can't use it... It's me who is too weak. ”

Meng Xiang lowered his head and was deeply sorry.

I failed Mingtian and Zhu Jue, and I couldn't even pick it up from the Seven Realms.

However, in the face of such Meng Xiang, Ming Tian smiled.

"No, you're not weak. ”

"Huh?"

"You may have been weak before, but now you ...... I can't say strong, at least I can see it, so you're not weak. ”

Speaking of which, Ming Tian flicked away the cigarette butt.

"Whether you can pick up the Seven Realms of the Netherworld has nothing to do with your strength, Zhu Jue and I gave it to you, not for you to use, but to make it stronger for you. ”

"What do you mean?"

"You'll understand sooner or later. ”

At this point, the dream came to an abrupt end.

Not so that I can use it, but so that it helps me get stronger?

This sentence made Meng Xiang puzzled.

A weapon, an Arcana, what is it worth if you don't use it?

Take a look?

In the past, Meng Xiang had always relied on talent, and the power that others could only get by cultivating for thousands of years, even if Meng Xiang was lying down and sleeping, he could get it through natural growth.

Now, after entering the immeasurable realm, Meng Xiang truly realized the realm of the strong.

In this field, wisdom, talent, understanding... Even the effort is pointless.

This realm has been detached from the concept of materialism and has reached the level of idealism, and in this realm of the strong, the mind has become the only one.

Because of this, Meng Xiang, who has relied on talent to get to where he is today, has not experienced training, and it is difficult to move in this field, and it is difficult to move an inch!

I want to become stronger, if I don't do this, I won't be able to save Ugly, let alone Ling Yueyue!

With this breath, Meng Xiang worked hard for the first time since he cultivated the truth.

Think hard, feel hard! What Ming Tian said will definitely not be a simple superficial meaning, this sentence must hide a deeper thought.

......

"Mr. Meng! You... What's wrong with you?"

"Hmm..."

Sleep is interrupted by a familiar voice.

Meng Xiang opened his eyes a little tiredly, but what he saw was shivering from the cold, but his expression was still full of soft joy of concern for himself.

"Mr. Meng, you're awake!"

Seeing that he woke up, Meng Xiang saw that Rou Xinyue's face showed excitement.

"Hmm... Xinyue, why are you here?" Covering his somewhat sore head, Meng Xiang got up with some difficulty.

It may be that the injury is more serious than imagined, Meng Xiang looked at the position of the sun, and confirmed that he had slept for at least three hours, but the injury was only eighty percent, and when he got up, every bone in his body was as sore as a forty-three degree fever.

"You still want to ask me, I still want to ask you!" Rou Xinyue's face showed a thick reproach: "What's going on here, why is it so cold?"

Rou Xinyue pointed to the scene of the room, a little anxious because she was too worried.

Yes, three hours have passed, and now the room temperature in the room is still about minus 150 degrees, and the whole room is not so much a room as a freezer.

On the walls, the frost was as thick as the skin of a tire, and if a mortal came in, the mere breath would freeze the lungs.

"It's nothing, it's just that I almost went crazy when I practiced. Meng Xiang panicked casually and got up with some difficulty.

The arm had regenerated, and there was a thick layer of ice on the bare arm.

Meng Xiang casually patted away the heavy frost on his body like a cotton jacket, and then he felt more comfortable.

"Gone mad?" Rou Xinyue heard this, and her worried face turned blue.

She came up, ignoring the avoidance of men and women, and touched and looked at Meng Xiang: "How is it, is there any injury? Is there any damage to the meridians? Are you alright?"

Yes... Don't touch it...... Oh... Did you touch me...... Damn! Don't pinch it!!

Meng Xiang hurriedly pushed her away: "Okay, I'm fine, why are you looking for me?"

Rou Xinyue saw that it was okay, so she was relieved.

"That's right, there is news from the black elves that the black blood pool has found something strange, it is said to be a suspended heart!"

"Showing off your wealth... What's that?"

"Heart! A naked heart polluted by the Demon Yuan! Very weirdly suspended in mid-air, we have two scouts who want to observe, but I didn't expect to be sucked in, so we can't help it, I hope you can help us take a look, I think with your strength, you should be able to deal with it." ”

Naked?levitating?

Meng Xiang was a little curious.

The suspended bare-brained Meng Xiang has seen it.

For example, Boltzmann's brain, due to the chaotic fluctuations and Poincaré's reappearance, the two are superimposed, and the strange lifeforms that arise naturally are everywhere in the five-dimensional space, but the suspended naked heart is unheard of.

Moreover, when it appeared in the black blood pool, it was still polluted by the Demon Yuan.

Rou Xinyue didn't think about it comprehensively, and added: "I didn't want to trouble you, but Gang Buao, Puhua Tianzun and Lei Wei couldn't deal with it, and they almost lost themselves, so now I can only ask you to come forward." ”

None of the three of them can handle it?

Meng Xiang couldn't help but be shocked.

The three of them are also top experts, and even they can't handle it...

Instinct told Meng Xiang that this thing was probably related to the demon incarnation.

"Let's go, show me. ”

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