Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The drum beats are gentle and deep, but with each beat, the air seems to vibrate.
An inexplicable sense of urgency came like this, quietly oppressing me.
It's like something is chasing behind you.
I can't help it...I can't help it, I want to speed up my pace. I can't help it, I just want to fly as fast as lightning.
Wang Yu suddenly thought of the possibility that he had ignored.
Those contents that he had made up at random were now like chaotic memories, hitting him like raindrops.
"Is it possible that only those who reach the finish line within a certain period of time will be considered qualified? Will it be possible that only those who reach the finish line will be selected? Will those who are eliminated be included in the list? Some kind of unbearable situation? Or reap death directly in this world?"
Miscellaneous memories, messy worries and worries began to come over me like a tidal wave.
Under this chaotic harassment, Wang Yu's originally relaxed mood suddenly became more urgent.
His life is not without failure.
If there were no accidents... he should have accepted and gotten used to this kind of failure as a matter of course, and found a kind of self-comfort and balance from these failures.
It is the process of finally having no choice but to admit one's own mediocrity after going through worldly events and struggles.
Many people go through this process.
The selection of destiny sometimes does not depend on personal ability and ambition.
Perhaps it was just because someone threw the leopard when making the sieve, while someone else had their chips stolen and were not allowed to reveal the gambling game.
However, when the turning point came, fate played a big joke on Wang Yu.
He suddenly soared into the sky and became the leader of the Ten Demon Sect.
Standing in a position that I didn't dare to think about before.
The soul that might be mediocre is no longer willing to do so.
At this time, Wang Yu could no longer face failure calmly.
He needs to use repeated success to stabilize his status and strength.
Even though he was very lucky to become the leader of the Ten Demon Sect.
But he doesn't want to always be called the leader of the Ten Demon Sects. Since he was standing in the strong wind that shot straight into the sky, he didn't want to be dragged down from the wind and return to ordinary life.
While thinking, Wang Yu couldn't help but speed up his pace. He stepped on the drum beats and increased his speed.
Fu Zhu is a god who is good at speed. As a warrior of the Fu Zhu tribe, Wang Yu is certainly not slow.
With every step of his huge body, he seemed to be surpassing mountains and deep valleys.
The wind surrounded Wang Yu and seemed to be urging him, so that Wang Yu was so excited that he walked faster and faster.
Gradually, Wang Yu seemed to hear some voices in the wind.
He carefully wanted to identify and listen.
But he couldn't hear anything clearly, just like what he heard before, it was just some hallucinations.
Gradually, Wang Yu began to hear some loud shouts again, some wild shouts carried by the wind, some incomprehensible murmurs, and some ancient and heavy... footsteps that seemed to be returning slowly.
He seemed to be surrounded by people.
But it can't be seen or touched at all.
"This is definitely not an auditory hallucination."
"Many people are walking with me. This is the sound they make, but I can't hear what they are saying clearly."
"It seems like these sounds, these languages... are not exactly the same as the languages we use now."
Woo...woo...woo!
The deep sound of the horn came faintly from the depths of the thick fog, seeming to intersect with the sound of the drum.
But at this moment, Wang Yu felt the discrepancy between the sound of the horn and the sound of the drum.
It's not like they happened at the same time.
One seems to have experienced the precipitation of time, and the other seems to have penetrated the barriers of time, bringing the sounds of the future from the more distant future.
Wang Yu suddenly became a little confused.
He began to forget the time gap and even the traces of time.
His body began to decay.
The strong divine body also became slightly rickety.
Suddenly, Wang Yu suddenly woke up.
He thought of a part of the 'strategy' that he had pieced together randomly.
"I once wrote that all the challenging warriors in the Ten Thousand Races Conference will have to confront the shadows of the past warriors left in Xihuang Mountain. In this way, generations of warriors will become stronger and more capable. To please the gods... This was originally just an unfounded conjecture I had about the Xihuang Mountain Ten Thousand Races Conference, and even... This was just a pretentious statement. As we all know, mysterious high-level gestures are forever unknown and time-dependent. Tricky."
"I just mastered the password of people's unknown needs and used this password to make a little money."
"This book doesn't interfere with anyone."
"But why... why does everything seem real?"
"Does it all seem to be confirming my random theories?" Wang Yu felt an inexplicable malice.
It was as if there was a pair of hands that existed in the dark, easily and wantonly fiddling with his destiny, and then standing on the river of destiny, teasing his stupidity and shallowness.
But in an instant, Wang Yu felt his own "self-righteousness".
Those ridicules and teases were just his wishful thinking.
Just like the waves on the great river, every wave once thought it was different, but in fact, in the eyes of others, it is no different from other waves.
Suddenly, Wang Yu's feet were empty.
The road under his feet was broken.
Subconsciously, he mustered up all his strength and jumped up with all his might.
However, no matter how hard he tried, his falling posture did not change.
He heard the sound again that seemed to come from the past, but also seemed to come from the future.
All kinds of shouts, struggles, and roars merged together through the thick fog, but inexplicably turned into a strange silence.
The world is so complicated and noisy...but he is so lonely and lonely.
When people walk through this boundless fog, whether they are moving forward or falling, they feel like an isolated island that cannot be explored.
Wang Yu is still falling.
He began to work hard to free his mind and let go of his fear and hesitation.
He wanted to imitate the brave men among the indigenous people in the wild world.
If this is a game played by the gods, then what do the gods want to see in these mortals?
Is it panic, fear, and anger when facing difficulties, or is it courage, calmness, and perseverance in overcoming obstacles?
Or both?
Wang Yu couldn't get the answer.
Because he is not God!
He is just a clown who was played by fate and forced onto certain stages by fate.
All seemingly exaggerated efforts are also attempts to do everything possible to control one's own destiny.
Of course there are many, many people who have had similar experiences to Wang Yu.
Even those guys who think they are the best in the world, how can they guarantee that there is no more terrifying force behind them, pushing them invisibly?
No matryoshka dolls allowed here!
At this moment, in the same situation, in addition to a large number of ordinary monks, there are also some true immortal monks.
Zhang Baicheng... once again became the representative of these true immortal monks.
Ke Xiaoliang can see everyone in one glance.
But it is impossible to describe everyone’s experiences simply and quickly.
So, a representative is still needed here.
It’s different from Wang Yu’s confusion.
Zhang Baicheng looked very sophisticated.
Regarding those foolish gods' dramas, Zhang Baicheng thought he had already seen them clearly.
So when his feet were empty, as if he had fallen into a wormhole in time and space, and began to fall infinitely, Zhang Baicheng did not show any panic, nor did he show any intention to resist.
He loosened his grip on his body.
He was even in mid-air, stretching leisurely, and then lying crookedly in the wind.
It seems that they are resigned to their fate.
When God sees you as a joke.
And when you can't resist, you can at least choose to open your mind and make yourself look as less like a joke as possible.
This is the simple conclusion that Zhang Baicheng came to based on his past experience.
As for the question of how to appear in the wild world and reality at the same time, to do both at the same time...
This shouldn't be a problem for true immortals.
Since in a sense, I have begun to look at time from a longer-term perspective, I can naturally use my time reluctantly to play a little trick.
The methods used by Zhang Baicheng were not just simple clones and distractions.
In his own body, he idealistically cut off his own time.
Only internally, not externally.
It has not directly interfered with reality...but it has affected reality in disguised form.
This is the characteristic of mythical life and one of the reasons for the existence of mythology.
Without these differences, how could they dare to claim to be a whole dimension higher than ordinary life?
No matter what Zhang Baicheng is in reality at this moment.
Let’s just talk about Zhang Baicheng, who is participating in the meeting of all races in the wild world, on the Xihuang Mountain.
Gradually, Zhang Baicheng felt that his body was no longer falling.
Instead, it began to float crookedly.
There was an invisible force that was quietly pulling him, guiding him to move slowly.
Occasionally, he would feel as if he had touched something.
But I haven't felt any real touch yet, so I just touched it and left.
Those voices from the past or the future gradually fly away.
The world is quiet again.
Even the breathing of the wind became exceptionally silent, as if he was holding his breath and concentrating.
When his mind was relaxed and his will was firm and steady, Zhang Baicheng's eyes barely penetrated the thick fog and vaguely saw some dark soil.
It seems that as long as you exert force, you can get close to the soil and take root on it.
Zhang Baicheng did not deliberately approach, but kept concentrating and looking at the soil drifting past him again and again.
After several more 'misses', Zhang Baicheng was determined.
There are no living things on those soils.
They seem to be just a part of this chaotic fog, simply like some useless waste of the world, accumulated here, and then forming a useless cycle.
Zhang Baicheng's judgment was not wrong.
This is indeed a 'junk dump'.
The so-called Conference of Ten Thousand Races, the so-called Mountain of the Western Emperor... are actually the broken mythical world, a place that cannot be integrated into the entire wild world when it is integrated into the wild world.
Ke Xiaoliang gave up the place originally used to hold the conference of all races.
Because relatively speaking, it is too common and ordinary.
It doesn’t have to be so unconventional.
But at least... you have to have your own style.
Otherwise, how could it leave a deep enough impression in the minds of those well-informed monks?
The broken mythical world, after integrating into the wild world. Its extra scraps, discarded residues, redundant messages, useless so-called treasures, and sediments that should have been discarded outside the world.
They were all used by Ke Xiaoliang and piled up here, forming a weird special area like a Möbius strip.
It takes into account simplicity and complexity, destruction and rebirth at the same time, crushing 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 the people who came to participate in the Conference of Ten Thousand Races were thrown into this Möbius strip, as if they were in a drum washing machine, constantly topsy-turvy, spinning, shuttling, and circling.
Here, people will gradually blur the concepts and values of time and space.
And gradually fell deeply into his heart.
In the past, Ke Xiaoliang liked to use the external environment to create terrifying and frightening effects. It was simple sensory stimulation, superficial and superficial.
Later, Ke Xiaoliang would use emotions and experiences to create greater and more complete sadness and fear. At that time, he had begun to learn to start from the heart, not to touch or even create wounds in the soul, but only from the scars in the heart. Only the squeezed blood will hurt the heart and break the firm defenses of the monks.
And now...he only needs to give people a little quiet time and space, allowing them to face their poor and fragile hearts naked.
When time and space cannot be relied upon.
When the healing of the years and the forgetfulness of self-protection in memory have become distant luxuries, those things that have been ignored, neglected, forgotten, and deliberately abandoned will come in waves like a tide.
The joys and sorrows of people are not the same.
Natural fear and malice cannot achieve absolute unity.
Only the truest heart can make the devil appear.
Just like in the dead of night, when you are alone and unable to fall asleep, your thoughts will often startle you to the core.
Ke Xiaoliang already understands it too well!
He has gradually understood the true meaning of his inner demon.
It wasn't a loud noise.
It's not some filling desire.
These are not words of temptation.
It’s not a hustle and bustle of action and action.
It has nothing to do with killing, blood, death, disaster, etc.
Mortals may be frightened to despair in the face of all this.
However, monks are not ordinary people. From the moment they step into the transcendent world, the fear of ordinary people gradually moves away from them.
So... the test left by Ke Xiaoliang. Just silence, even silence that abandons loneliness, even silence that abandons time and anxiety.
It's so quiet that...the world is all at one point, but 'I' am outside this point.
All emotions will be withdrawn from the self.
Fear of the unknown, ignorance, self, and fear outside of self will be infinitely magnified.
At this time...the smarter the person, the more he will panic.
The more knowledgeable people are, the more they will know how sad the silence outside this emptiness and loneliness is.
They feel like life is the way it should be.
They will be reminded of forgotten faces from hundreds, even thousands of years ago.
Those 'selves' that have long been unfamiliar to them will pop up unexpectedly, and then they will question their souls now.
Asked some naive questions, but couldn't get a satisfactory answer.
At this time, living longer is no longer an advantage, but a disadvantage.
Because countless past 'selves' will question each other and then quarrel.
Being well-informed is no longer a qualification, it is a cruel punishment.
Those I have seen before but missed.
Those who have the opportunity to change, but hesitate.
It all came together, turning into waves of intense sadness.
People's pain does not just lie in their powerlessness at the time.
Rather, it is that after a miss that is so simple that you think it is ordinary, every time you look back... you will feel infinite regret and pain because you did not try your best. In the end, in this painful paralysis and numbness, you will invisibly change yourself until you are completely unfamiliar.
The once passionate young man has turned into a philistine old man.
The young man who once yearned for pure love was used to carrying cards in his hand and using money to insult another person's personality.
The boy who once loved running turned himself into an unpunished prisoner for a few taels of silver, looking at the sparrows outside the window and massaging his old waist...
These are maturity, these are changes, these are growth, these... are all betrayals and killings.
Those who receive the Infinite Body will never die, and longevity is the greatest calamity in the Infinite Hell... I have to say it!
It’s the monks who know better.
No wonder, the most powerful demons have some connection with monks.
In this special atmosphere and environment, in the cycle of ruins outside the world, Zhang Baicheng began to recall his past.
As he returned to his familiar yet unfamiliar home world, those alienated memories repeatedly invaded his mind. Things that were once fixed by a powerful mind were now like isolated islands floating past him. , begins to show his past self.
He was once a young and romantic young man, and he was once invincible in the world. His light enveloped an era. He was once the figure that everyone chased after him. His voice... once could suppress the tide of the entire world.
But now, he was living like a dog, just like the kind of people he once despised the most, like the countless people who once crawled at his feet.
Ordinary, mediocre, stupid, numb, but none of these are 'self' choices.
He even recalled a customer he met in a dirty flower street in the real demon world.
She even sells her memory of being the sweet girl of heaven to make customers have more consumption and impulsive desires.
It's as if writing the words 'school beauty' or 'artist' on the cover of Mysterious Code will lead to successful sales...
A person's most miserable present is nothing more than betraying his past self.
At this moment, Zhang Baicheng's defense was broken again!
The emotional leakage was much more serious than the last time I broke my guard.
The one who broke through this line of defense was just himself.
Waves of magic values began to be outputted towards Ke Xiaoliang crazily.
The magic value previously consumed began to be recovered significantly.
And a small part of the magic value derived from the true immortal made Ke Xiaoliang feel even more precious.
These special magic values are too important to supplement the hypocrisy of 'myth' in the wild world.
Even in this wave of harvest.
Ke Xiaoliang has prepared the divine capital that needs to be revealed to truly open the conference of all races.
Endless torture, self-questioning across time and space... At the moment before the soul collapsed, the dawn of breakthrough ushered in.
It's like the dust has been washed away.
It's like asking yourself clearly.
Zhang Baicheng appeared on the top of the mountain.
The wind on the top of the mountain is very strong, and the iron trees and silver flowers in the distance are still beautiful and gorgeous.
However, Zhang Baicheng felt as if he was in another world.
At this time, he is no longer mature and low-key.
A kind of publicity released from the inside out is turning into a rolling momentum, spreading in all directions.
He found himself.
The Zhang Baicheng who was once proud, who was once invincible, who once made countless people fearful.
This may be a good thing.
Ke Xiaoliang's 'test' once again resulted in a win-win situation.
Of course... it may also be a delay.
It consumed Zhang Baicheng's thousands of years of growth in the real demon world.
When a person is not tactful enough and is in a position where he should be tactful... it all depends on him whether he will be crushed by the times or whether he will rise against the trend.
Zhang Baicheng is not the only person who has broken through the torture of his soul and stood on the top of the mountain.
There are many more people appearing one after another.
And there is no doubt that... each of them is in high spirits.
Most people are born with pride, but reality has smoothed the edges and corners.
But now, Ke Xiaoliang lets them face themselves and regain their edges and corners.
Therefore, although there was no opening remarks, these equally proud people stood on a high cliff, looking at each other, and the war was about to break out.
With the last drumbeat falling.
Wang Yu also appeared on the top of the mountain, looking at the dazzlingly proud people around him.
He is still the most mediocre one.
This made him more attractive.
"Come!"
"Fight!" A true immortal in reality, this time a warrior from the Xiqu tribe, took the lead in issuing an invitation to fight.
After cleansing the dust in their hearts, everyone present was high-spirited to fight.
"good!"
Zhang Baicheng did not hesitate, did not keep a low profile, did not wait, and did not divert trouble to the east and then reap the benefits.
He faced the challenge head on and did it with confidence.
He wants to win!
He hasn't won happily in many years!
So now, he needs to win!
It's not the kind of win that uses conspiracy and calculation.
It's the kind of winning that goes horizontally and vertically, one lying down and the other standing.
After the simple, concise voice fell.
More concise fists were blasted in each other's direction!
No dialogue needed!
The war has begun!
More warriors looked at each other.
With just one word, the two collided and started a battle.
Invisibly, these people are being assimilated into this world.
This is the true charm that a strong world should have.
Rather than being guided and mutated by outsiders, it is about assimilating those outsiders and digesting and assimilating everything about them.
