Black, so rich that it is hard to see.

Twisted, chaotic to the point of almost madness.

The originally solid and heavy world melted like wax oil at this moment, and soon condensed into a distorted shape. The tall buildings were covered with broken hands and feet, and the mossy ground grew on the ground.

There were many people suddenly on the street, walking forward slowly and numbly.

Everyone can't see their faces clearly. They are like a shadow, a concept, a chaos.

Wu Xuanzhi suddenly turned around and in a corner of the restaurant entrance, a group of figures covered with wounds and tumors were fighting for food with wild dogs.

These figures were suddenly pulled very long again, as if they were squeezed flat, and as if they were being pulled by an invisible pair of hands, pulling into a slender shape.

"Click click."

Obese and bloated figures appeared on the streets. They either had seven or eight eyes, had large mouths on their bodies, or had more than ten hands and feet growing.

As soon as they appeared, they grabbed figures all over the ground and stuffed them into their mouths.

It made a chewing sound that made the scalp numb.

This is a world that cannibalizes people.

This world is so similar to hell!

All living beings are like animals, officials are like ghosts, and the world is like prisons.

The crack on Wu Xuanzhi's forehead was completely torn apart, and a ball of sticky flesh and blood was rotating, gradually forming the shape of eyeballs.

Deep in the pupils, a dark world is hidden in it.

The world is shrouded in blood and despair, and hungry ghosts who eat people are rampant. It is a place that can never be redeemed.

Finally, the whole world shrank sharply, turning into a charming red on the pupils.

"Kakka."

The flesh and blood on his eyebrows completely broke away from his body, and the surface changed rapidly. A layer of silver-white coating covered it, and the whole eye turned into a metal-like texture.

The scarlet pupils were flashing with a flash of red light, and all the scenery around them were accommodated.

From now on, his evil three-eyed demon completely transformed.

Wu Xuanzhi stood on the street, his silver-white eyes floating in the middle of his eyebrows.

At this moment, his vision is no longer as many as ordinary people can only see stereoscopic vision in the range of 120°. His current perspective is 360°, and he is extremely sensitive to light. As long as there is light, his vision will not be blocked.

And these are just the abilities attached to the three-eyed demon of the evil path.

The fundamental magical power of the three-eyed demon of the evil path is called "Pupil Middle Realm".

Many cultivation factions believe that this world is not single. It is pieced together by countless worlds, which either overlap or do not interfere with each other.

For example, Buddhism has a world of constant sand, Taoism has a world of heaven and blessed land.

In the classification of the official path, the world is divided into four major worlds: "emptiness", "illusion", "energy" and "quality". Among these four major worlds, they can be subdivided into infinite small worlds.

In fact, to explain it in more popular terms, the material world represents the material world in which people live, and is implemented.

The energy realm is the world enriched by energy.

The so-called practitioners breathe the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This spiritual energy does not exist in the material realm, but requires practitioners to open the spiritual platform, communicate with the energy realm, and obtain the power of the energy realm.

The illusion world represents places like the underworld and dreams.

This place is absurd and weird, everything in the material world can be confirmed in it, but the rules are completely different, and it can even be said that there are no rules at all.

Everything is messy.

As for the ultimate world, it is the empty world.

What is the emptiness world? Everything can be conceptualized and informatized, which is the source of all things, which also represents the extremely high fruit of the world of practice.

You can call it the other side, or it can be called Qihua.

The middle realm of Wu Xuanzhi's pupil opened belongs to the illusion realm.

The pupils between his eyebrows were rotating, and the range of his vision was constantly expanding, from dozens of feet at the beginning to thousands of feet later.

All the information within his sight was collected by his pupils.

If this information is stuffed into a person's mind, that person will definitely be impacted by the information flow and become a fool.

However, these did not hinder Wu Xuanzhi at all. Once the information in the real world was observed, it immediately evolved into relevant data, making his pupil's middle boundary more real and the rules were more delicate.

“Buzz.”

His pupils suddenly trembled, and a figure appeared in it.

It was a person he had never met before, but he knew his identity clearly.

Tang Zishen, the magistrate of Bazhou.

Dozens of people in Bazhou are frozen to death every day, and hundreds of people are lingering on the verge of starvation. Is this Tang Zishen’s fault? It’s hard to say.

This is a problem in this era.

This kind of tragedy occurred in countless places throughout the Qing Dynasty.

Perhaps compared with his colleagues, Tang Zishen is considered good.

But none of this is the reason for his passive slackness. Everyone can choose to turn a blind eye to the tragedy in Bazhou, but Tang Zishen cannot.

As a parent official, inaction is the greatest sin.

"receive."

...

More than ten lamps were hung around the warm pavilion, and the candles were lit with jumping fire. The straight beast-headed copper stove was burning red, making the whole house warm.

When people sit in it, they can easily sweat even if they wear single clothes.

Tang Zishen sat near the window, and the cold air from the outside blew in, which made him feel quite comfortable. On such a day, drinking a few glasses of warm rice wine and discussing a few classic articles with a few friends. It was really pleasant.

Opposite to Tang Zishen, a middle-aged Taoist was sitting.

This person has a fair face and is well maintained. Only a few wrinkles can be seen in the corners of his eyes. His eyes are extremely bright. If he stares at you, you will even feel like you are seen through.

"Senior Brother Xinchuan, I am a common man, a good monk, a beautiful maid, a beautiful flower and a bird. Life on the mountain is hard, so don't come to persuade me." Tang Zishen took a sip of tea and smiled bitterly.

"Junior brother, you have immortal roots and will sooner or later enter our sect. As long as you don't go up the mountain, I will come every year." The middle-aged Taoist's face remained motionless, like a piece of stubborn iron that has not changed for thousands of years.

Tang Zishen was helpless. He was now sitting at the position of the county magistrate. Although he was not very prominent, he was free and easy in his own territory. He had never been to Qingcheng Mountain. It was frost and cold, and no one was serving him, so he had to do everything by himself.

He couldn't stand such a life.

Tang Zishen picked up the warm rice wine and took a sip. Just as he was savoring the taste, suddenly, the expression on his face became distorted.

It seemed as if an invisible force was pulling his scalp desperately, and his facial features were like plasticine, and were pulled very thinly along with his skin.
Chapter completed!