One before and one after, one domineering and wild, one gloomy and mysterious, two completely different momentum hidden but irresistibly pressed over, Xuan Zhen was helpless, he could only run the Yuan Shen to slowly resist, and for a time the three forces were centered on Xuan Zhen, ? ?. r?a?n?? ｅ ｎ `ｏ?ｒｇ

"The aura of the body refining cultivator in front is strong and extraordinary, but if I am right, I can still win, as for the one in the back, is it an evil demon of the outer path? How can they also know the news of the birth of the Hidden Mansion, fortunately, the master gave me a spirit rune before leaving the mountain gate, otherwise I am afraid that in such an environment as the Underworld, even I will not be able to get any benefits." While resisting the endless pressure on both sides, Xuan Zhen kept analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of the people before and after him in his heart.

"I haven't been in the world for too long, I didn't expect that there would be such powerful monks and demons in a remote place like the Gray Realm Mountain, and after returning to the secret realm, I will report this situation in time, and ask the elders and masters to decide whether to open the ......" Xuan Zhen thought of this and suddenly collected all his thoughts, and the Dao heart was like a mirror, shining brightly, reflecting the hundreds of zhang area in front of and behind him.

Just a hundred feet behind him, a black shadow as faint as light smoke followed him, suddenly accelerated, and shot straight at him like an arrow.

As soon as the released divine consciousness came into contact with the black shadow body, Xuan Zhen felt that his mind was in a trance, and the next moment, he had fallen out of the immaculate and clear state of mind, and incredible scenes flashed in front of him.

As a young man, he tearfully parted from his parents and left the village with a martial artist to practice elsewhere.

A few days later, he watched in amazement as he soared into the air and soared into the sky under the leadership of a martial artist who had changed into a robe.

The shock of entering the sect for the first time, the ecstasy of the first contact with the Tao.

After hundreds of years of hard work, he has long forgotten his original intention.

I don't want to learn advanced exercises to overlook the world, I just want to be able to earn more with my own skills, so that my parents can enjoy the glory and wealth.

A hundred years have passed, but he has never seen his relatives again.

"Cut off the vulgar fate, cut off the red dust, ask my heart, what is my heart?"

A burst of brilliant light suddenly erupted from his chest, and Xuan Zhen spurted out a mouthful of blood, waking up from his confusion, and then his eyes widened, and he found that the thin claws stretched out by the black shadow were already less than three feet away from his Heavenly Spirit Gai!

"Good demon, dare to mess with my Dao heart!" Xuan Zhen snapped, the dust and silver thread in his left hand skyrocketed, and the magic sword in his right hand shone brightly, and the black shadow's outstretched arm was wrapped around and cut off in one fell swoop.

A sharp and miserable howl mixed with the voices of countless people suddenly sounded, and the light on Xuan Zhen's chest did not decrease, converging into a bundle, forcing the black shadow who was eager to stealth and escape out of the void, and then he broke off again, and the magic sword was raised high and was about to slash down.

"Stay here, I'll come as I go. ”

Ishikawa frowned, and then looked in a certain direction behind him, Di Ying had already put on a running posture at this time, and then with a bang, she stepped out.

The deafening sound of footsteps came, the entire corridor trembled, and the magic sword that Xuan Zhen slashed down inexorably paused for a short moment under the violent vibration interference, and even this short moment of kung fu was enough for the black shadow to scream and escape from the range covered by the magic sword.

Xuan Zhen's divine sense diverged out again, and in his clear sense, a slender figure in a black dress and a black scarf on his face was trotting over with broken steps.

With every time she stepped on the corridor, Xuan Zhen only felt that his heartbeat coincided with his steps, the sound of footsteps in the distance became more and more dense, and Xuan Zhen's heartbeat became more and more intense, and when she ran to within twenty zhang, Xuan Zhen spurted out a mouthful of blood, he gasped violently, and felt that his heart was about to jump out of his mouth.

Ishikawa watched speechlessly as Emperor Ying ran backwards with small steps, although her target was only the monk behind and the unknown black shadow, but Ishikawa was now out of control, and in this case, he still felt every inch of flesh and blood in his body vibrate with Emperor Ying's steps, and this feeling of uncontrollable whole body made him extremely sad.

As Ishikawa struggled to calm his mind and regain control, he suddenly felt a splitting headache and his eyes went dark, and then he saw a scene that surprised him and felt absurd.

The darkness gradually cleared before his eyes, Ishikawa shook his head, which was still a little dizzy, reached out and rubbed his eyes, and the next moment, he was so stunned that he almost bit his tongue all at once.

He woke up to a hazy white light in front of him, and Ishikawa turned his head to see a faint white light emitting a faint white light from an energy-saving lamp on the wooden table beside him, and next to the energy-saving desk lamp, a worn-out laptop was buzzing and still running relentlessly.

It was a small room of less than ten square meters, with no furniture except for a table, a chair and a bed, and Ishikawa sat on the narrow single bed in a silent daze, as if he couldn't believe what was real.

Could it all be that he was just dreaming?

But why are the memories in the dream so clear?Wei Chi, Xu Yun, Shen Qingying, Di Ying, and so on flickered in Ishikawa's mind, but when he trembled and reached out to touch his laptop, the real touch and slightly hot temperature reminded him that this was the real thing.

Which side is reality, and where is the dream?

Ishikawa shouted, and one rolled over and jumped off the cot, stumbling out the door.

It was still a familiar hallway, a familiar hallway, and even the two large vases at the door were exactly the same as he remembered.

Ishikawa pushed open the glass door, and the noisy human voices and the harsh sunlight penetrated his eardrums and eyes at the same time, he listened and watched in a daze, and finally squatted on the ground with his head covered and silently stunned.

It was only a few breaths from the basement to the outside of the building, and Ishikawa's spirit had reached the limit of tension.

The sound of whistling overhead sounded, Ishikawa subconsciously looked up, and then saw a passenger plane passing overhead, descending towards the airport not far away.

Ishikawa was about to be driven crazy by himself, and he desperately wanted a definite outcome, whatever it was.

From the four arithmetic to the three hundred Tang poems, from the periodic table to electromagnetic induction, from advanced mathematics to foreign bird language, Ishikawa racked his brain, everything he could recall flashed accurately in his mind, he pushed open the glass door again, ran to the newspaper rack placed in the hall in a few steps, picked up a newspaper casually, and flew through two pages of news.

"Was it really just a dream?" Ishikawa sighed and got up, unaware that beyond what he could see, everything was shattering, swallowed up by an indescribably deep ink.