Chapter 187 (1/2)

In meditation, Bai Zun doesn't know what's going on around him!

At this time, Bai Zun is in the center of the vast desert, and around him, there are scenes of 3D projection like things.

There are beautiful scenes of the holy land of cultivation; there are monsters and monsters in strange shapes; there are strong friars fighting; and there are magic weapons of all kinds.

These pictures flashed and disillusioned at the side of Bai Zun.

On the periphery of this circle of 3D projection is the endless desert. With the continuous expansion of the mind in the desert

A thought of ten thousand lives, a thought of ten thousand worlds of destruction!

When the monk's strength reaches the level of seven level spiritual respect, an idea drives the spiritual power in his body, which will have a strong impact on the real world, forming a ”Illusory Reality” - attached to the real world, but detached from the real world!

Illusory reality is similar to but higher than the existence of illusion.

It is false because its essence does not exist in the world.

But it is very real You can reach out and touch everything in the ”unreal reality”, which is no different from the real thing.

In ancient times, when Qipin lingzun was thinking about a problem, he formed a huge mirage around him and turned into a prosperous town where countless human beings lived and communicated. However, with the end of Qipin lingzun's thinking, the huge mirage disappeared. In ancient times, there were many legends about the ghost city

One of the most famous rumors about ”unreal reality” is in ancient times.

In ancient times, there was a medium-sized sect called ”Bishui Pavilion”. The leader of the sect was Chu Xianzi. He was a true king of six grades, gentle and kind. Under her leadership, the whole green water Pavilion almost lived a life of peace with the world.

However, one day, the green water pavilion was involved in a large-scale friars' struggle. One night, the whole gate of the green water pavilion was destroyed, and no one survived except the master of the pavilion, Chu Xianzi.

Chu Xianzi was promoted to the seventh grade in despair.

After that, her powerful and almost desperate yearning drove her spiritual power to construct a complete ”Green Water Pavilion”. The disciples of the school still talked and laughed, practiced hard and lived a life free from the world

Several hundred years later, several friars in the friars' world mistakenly entered the ”Green Water Pavilion” and were warmly received by the disciples in the pavilion. The five monks could not even see through the ”unreal reality”. It was only when they came back to their ancestral home that they learned the truth of the green water pavilion from their records.

Chu Xianzi has been living in her own dream.

When one thinks about the life of the world, as long as the seven spirit masters are willing, the ”people, things and things” that they conjure up can even exist for a long time.

But, again true illusory, still just illusory. Even if you can reach out and touch them, you can feel their body temperature, Qi and blood. But, false, after all, is false

This is the state of Bai Zun at this time.

In the state of cultivation, he unconsciously recalled many past events, which were transformed into forms by his powerful spiritual power, and the overlapping ”unreal reality” evolved around him.

The most precious memory in his heart turned into a huge desert outside, interwoven with the real world.

The desert, the white horse, the young man in green shirt; that is the memory of Bai Zun's childhood

As long as the white Zun is still closed, or does not stop thinking, the desert and the surrounding projection will not disappear.

Doudou just knows this, will lie down there, waiting for Bai Zun to finish the closure quickly.

Song Shuhang was numb and wanted to breathe in the sand.

The young man in white horse and green shirt has visited him seven times, from the initial ”fist technique” to the later ”sword technique”, to ”sword technique”, ”stick technique”, ”gun technique”, ”leg technique” and ”whip technique”.

Every time I try to deal with him in a new way, although He also benefited a lot.

”Seven times, is that enough?” Song Shuhang murmured.

At this time, the pleasant jingling sound rings again - a young man in blue clothes holding a white horse is approaching from far away

Come back? What do you want to play this time?

”Xiaobai, where did you go just now? I thought you were going to get lost.” The young man in green clothes ran to song Shuhang happily, which is still the line.

Then, the young man in green shirt pulled the horse to one side and said to the Song Shu waterway, ”Xiaobai, shall we practice hammering?”

As he spoke, he untied two sledgehammers from the horse's back.

The knife, the gun, the stick Do you want to practice hammers for monk Mao?

Which school's weapon is this? It's a terrible style.

When he was thinking wildly, song Shuhang also held out his hand and called, ”no, I'm so tired. Shall we have a rest? ”

He was just shouting. Originally, he thought that the young man in blue would still throw a hammer at him, and then hit him with a hammer, forcing him to fight.But did not expect this time, the young man suddenly showed a puzzled look: ”rest?”

Then, he threw the two sledgehammers to one side and ran toward song Shuhang: ”so Xiaobai, you will want to rest, too. Then we'll have a rest? ”

I fucked The word ”rest” is the key word?

Young men in green shirts sit side by side with song Shuhang, smiling and silent. They seem to enjoy the short leisure time.

After sitting for about ten minutes, the young man in blue suddenly turned his head and looked at Song Shuhang. Then, suddenly, his eyes lit up!

Song Shuhang was staring into his eyes, and he was uncomfortable.