He even stretched his waist leisurely in the air, and then lay in the wind crookedly.

It seems like a faction that is left to fate.

When God sees you as a joke.

When you can't fight, you can at least choose to... to let go of your mind and make yourself look as unlike a joke as possible.

This is the simple conclusion that Zhang Baicheng draws using his past experience.

As for how to appear in the wild world and reality at the same time, we will carry out this problem at the same time in both directions...

This should not be a problem for the true immortal.

Since in a sense, we have begun to look at time with a longer-term perspective, we can naturally use the time to play with a little trick.

The methods Zhang Baicheng used were not just a simple clone or distracted.

He cuts his own time ideally in himself.

Just internally, not externally.

It has not directly interfered with reality... but it has affected reality in disguise.

This is the characteristic of mythical life and one of the confidences of mythical existence.

If there were no such different places, how could they dare to claim to be a full dimension of ordinary life?

No matter what Zhang Baicheng is in reality at this moment.

I only talk about Zhang Baicheng, who is in the wild world and on this Xihuang Mountain, attending the Conference of Ten Thousand Races.

Gradually, Zhang Baicheng felt that his body no longer continued to fall.

Instead, it began to float crookedly.

There was an invisible force that was quietly pulling him and guiding him to move slowly.

Occasionally, he feels as if he has touched something.

But before I could feel any substantial touch, I left as soon as I touched it.

Those voices from the past or the future are gradually flying away.

The world is quiet again.

Even the sound of the wind's breath became particularly silent, as if he was holding his breath.

When the mind was relaxed and the will was firm and stable, Zhang Baicheng's eyes barely saw some dark soil through the thick fog.

It seems that as long as you use force, you can get close to the soil and take root on it.

Zhang Baicheng did not deliberately approach him, but just kept concentrating and constantly looked at the soil drifting past him again and again.

After a few more "missings", Zhang Baicheng has confirmed.

There are no living creatures on those soils.

They seem to be just a part of this chaotic fog, just like some useless world waste, piled up here and then formed a useless cycle.

Zhang Baicheng's judgment is not wrong.

This is indeed a 'trash dump'.

The so-called conference of all races and the so-called Mountain of the Western Emperor are actually the broken mythical world that cannot be integrated into the entire wild world when it is integrated into the wild world.

Ke Xiaoliang gave up the place that was originally used to hold the meeting of the All Races.

Because that is relatively ordinary and ordinary.

It doesn't have to be very innovative.

But at least... you must have your own style.

Otherwise, how could you leave a deep enough impression in the minds of those knowledgeable monks?

After the broken mythical world is integrated into the wild world, its extra scraps, discarded residues, excess information, useless so-called treasures, and those sediments that should have been discarded outside the world.

They were all piled up here by Ke Xiaoliang and waste utilization, forming a strange special area like the Mobius ring.

It takes into account both simplicity and complexity, destruction and rebirth, and crushes the broken past and future into this cycle.

It seems to be the last remnant of the world, with a kind of loneliness and sadness that does not exist.

All those who came to participate in the All-Race Conference were thrown into this Mobius ring, as if they were in a drum washing machine, constantly turning, rotating, shuttled and circling.

Here, people will gradually blur the concepts and values ​​of time and space.

And gradually fell deeply into your own heart.

In the past, Ke Xiaoliang liked to use the external environment to create horrible and terrifying effects. It was simple sensory stimulation, superficial and superficial.

Later, Ke Xiaoliang would use his emotions and experience to create greater and more thorough sadness and fear. At that time, he had begun to learn to start from the heart, touch or even create wounds in his heart. Only the blood squeezed out from the scars in his heart will be heart-wrenching and breaking the firm defenses of the monks.

And now... he only needs to give people some quiet time and space, so that they can face their poor and fragile hearts naked.

When time and space cannot be relied on.

When the years are soothed and the forgetfulness of self-protection in memory have become distant luxury, and those things that are ignored, ignored, forgotten, and deliberately abandoned will come in waves like a tide.

People’s joy and sorrow are not connected.

Natural fear and malice cannot achieve absolute unity.

Only the most real heart can make the devil appear.

Just like the night is quiet, and when you are alone, thinking that cannot fall asleep often makes you feel cold.

Ke Xiaoliang already understands it very much!

He has gradually understood the true meaning of his inner demon.

That wasn't a noisy sound.

Not a filler desire.

Not a tempting word.

It's not a noisy action or action.

It has nothing to do with killing, blood, death, disaster, etc.

Mortals may be afraid and despair in the face of all this.

However, monks are not ordinary people. From the moment they set foot on the extraordinary, the fear of mortals is gradually moving away from them.

So... Ke Xiaoliang left the test. It was just quiet, even abandoning the quietness of loneliness, and even giving up the quietness of time and anxiety.

It is so quiet that the world belongs to one point, but ‘I’ is outside this point.

All emotions will be withdrawn from themselves.

Fears outside of the unknown, ignorance, self, and fears will be infinitely magnified.

At this time, the smarter the person is, the more he is panicked.

The more knowledgeable a person is, the more he will know how sad the silence outside of emptiness and loneliness is.

They will feel like life should be like this.

They will think of those forgotten faces that once were hundreds of years ago, even thousands of years ago.

Those "self" that have long been unfamiliar will emerge suddenly and then question their souls now.

Asked some naive questions but could not get a satisfactory answer.

At this time, living for a long time is no longer an advantage, but a disadvantage.

Because countless past "selfs" will question and then quarrel.

Being knowledgeable is no longer a kind of qualification, it is a cruel punishment.

Those who have seen it but missed it.

Those who have the opportunity to change but hesitate.

All of them emerged, turning into a burst of deep sadness.

People's pain was not only due to their powerlessness at that time.

Instead, after thinking that after missing something ordinary, every time I look back, I will feel infinite regret and pain that I have never done my best, and finally change myself invisibly in this painful paralysis and numbness until I am completely unfamiliar.

The once passionate boy has become a philander of old people.

A boy who once yearned for pure love was used to bringing cards with him and using money to insult another person's personality.

The boy who once loved running turned himself into a prisoner for the sake of broken silver, looking at the sparrow outside the window and massaging his old waist...

These are maturity, these are change, these are growth, these are betrayal and murder.

Those who suffer from the body will never die, and longevity will be the great disaster in the hell of the infinite... I have to say!

The monks know a lot.

It's no wonder that the most powerful devil will have some connection with monks.
To be continued...