Ever since Zheng Yan told the story of the origin of the secret realm of time, his only audience has maintained an expression that is almost fugue. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Judging from the straightening of his eyes, Zheng Yan was very suspicious that he might not see anything when his eyes were on him.

While patiently waiting for the unfortunate listener who had been shocked to come to his senses, he silently muttered in his heart: After his fall, what happened to deal a devastating blow to Dijun's IQ?

Obviously, he planned to throw the juniors into the dungeon to experience the experience from the beginning, so that they could know what the sky is high and the earth is thick, but he still let the ten little ancestors in his family do things in ten days, and the good experience was eaten by himself?

It's just retarded.

There is no doubt that the unknown power in the story who fought with the Demon Emperor Jun and then proposed the idea of creating a copy of the abbreviated copy of the Secret Realm of Time is the former Zheng Yan himself.

Although in the process of storytelling, Zheng Yan made a shameless act of praising how wise and calm and wise he used to be, which made him feel ashamed when he heard it, but in the end, that Zheng Yan was just a powerful person with an unknown name in the story.

This is exactly where Zheng Yan has hidden doubts in his heart.

In the myths and legends he had heard before, it was normal that there was no Hongmeng Dao person.

But why, in all the information he came into contact with after he crossed over to the Flood Wilderness and returned to the earth, there was no trace of the existence of Hongmeng Dao people.

Whether it is myths and legends, or the ancient relics and inheritances found in the process of establishing a new Xiuzhen civilization system, there is none.

When discovering this fact, Zheng Yan felt at a loss for a while.

Could it be that his experience of crossing over to the desolation was just a ridiculous dream?

With the smooth cultivation of the Hongmeng One Qi Xuanqing Dao Sutra, the cultivation experience and skills in the memory that came from his own fusion were successfully applied in reality, and they had been dispelled by Zheng Yan himself.

Well, think in a different direction.

Could it be that there is no direct connection to the earth where he is located?

After coming back, I didn't find any traces of my existence as a Hongmeng Daoist, just because the flood I traveled through in the past was not the flood that was later broken and evolved into the earth?

Zheng Yan was originally inclined to this explanation.

Although he also vaguely understood in his heart that when he reached the realm of the Hongmeng Dao people who were only one step away from the Mixed Yuan Dao Fruit, all the parallel worlds of the multiverse should have traces of his existence.

But it wasn't until today that he saw the secret realm of time in the sky for ten days, and he completely gave up this conjecture with a little self-deception.

Except for him, a wicked traverser, at least one of the great supernatural powers he knew, and no one of the great powers of the wilderness would be bored enough to come up with the idea of building a copy of it himself.

It's not that Zheng Yan is self-defeating, but the environment at that time determined that the residents of the flood would not have such awareness.

Zheng Yan closed his eyes, and a chill ran in his heart.

Only that one explained.

After his fall, the traces related to the Hongmeng Daoist do not know who erased them. And those who have enough ability to do this are at least those who are above the same level as him.

The problem is that during his years in the flood famine, he didn't even feel that he was not enough to fall, and he did everything to erase the traces of his existence.

Well, maybe there were, but such enemies were gone before he fell......

"I still don't believe this is what you say about the secret realm of time. A slightly dry voice interrupted Zheng Yan's thoughts as he was released.

Zheng Yan came back to his senses and smiled with a little curiosity: "Why." ”

The silent listener looked away and did not answer him.

Zheng Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said leisurely: "It's understandable that you don't believe it, if I didn't come in myself, I don't want to believe that I came to a copy in a daze." ”

I just don't know if this copy originally existed in the basement of the casino, or if they were unknowingly tampered with.

Secretly keeping this in mind, Zheng Yan raised his eyes, glanced at a white sky, and quickly lowered his head because of the dazzling light.

"To discern whether it's virtual reality or a secret time, in fact, we just need to walk around. By the way, we're probably going to have to travel a long distance together, so let's exchange names for convenience, right?"

Different from the cold silence at the door of the casino before, the man who was asked for his name this time finally hesitated and said in a low voice: "Ye Jiu." ”

It doesn't sound like your real name, but it's an improvement, isn't it?

Zheng Yan thought happily like this as he beckoned to Ye Jiu, and then took a step out.

It was the first time the two of them had moved their positions since they arrived at this dungeon.

Just like the scene changed when Zheng Yan began to speak, this step seemed to touch some magical mechanism.

Aside from the intense light and the hotter temperatures, everything here is no different from the outside world.

But as Zheng Yan stepped out, the copy that had been separated from them by an invisible membrane finally showed its fangs in front of them.

The raging heat swept over the world, devouring every ounce of moisture on their bodies. In just a few seconds, the clothes on the two of them were completely soaked with sweat.

Zheng Yan even felt a drop of water slowly seeping out from the hem of his soaked clothes and flowing down his skin, but before it could drip to the ground, it had already been evaporated by the heat.

“...... At this temperature, how is it possible!"

Ye Jiu's slightly shocked voice came from Zheng Yan's side, looking like I didn't believe that something must be wrong in this world.

At this point, he also had to accept Zheng Yan's statement.

Virtual reality is just virtual reality, and it is impossible to restore the environment to such a level that it can even have a huge impact on their cultivators!

Even in the wilderness, which is full of malice towards the survival of ordinary humans after the great changes in heaven and earth, there are only some special areas where such a harsh environment exists.

So, as Zheng Yan said, did they unknowingly enter a secret realm of time?

Zheng Yan heard his stunned voice, and casually stabbed him again: "How is it impossible?" In fact, this temperature is low enough, probably because the power is infinitely reduced, and our strength is really low, so what we enter is the relationship of the lowest difficulty dungeon. Otherwise, what do you think the concept of the decameron is?"

It was an infinite horror that turned mountains and rivers into scorched earth and evaporated all the life under them!