Chapter 1685 (1/2)

Traffic and traffic, high-rise buildings.

In front of us is the world of concrete and cement, with cars honking their horns.

Yan Zhaoge looks at the scene quietly and squints her eyes.

It's not the scene of being haunted and disillusioned all the time. Instead, it's a lot of things buried in the deep memory, as if forgotten.

It's a long time ago. Only when we associate the familiar names of Qisheng, Erlang God Yang Jian, the Third Prince of Nezha and GuanShiYin Bodhisattva, can we occasionally think of the earlier things.

But it's just to recall some myths and legends, some literature, some film and television images, etc. in my memory, and to recall those things that barely relate to my life today.

Most of the information that has nothing to do with the present is just a bubble on the bottom of my heart, and then I immediately sink back to the bottom of the sea.

Time is too long, so long that Yan Zhaoge sometimes subconsciously thinks that his experience in Tianting temple before the great disillusionment was his own past.

However, a lot of things, perhaps precipitated for a while, are still there obviously, never really forgotten.

Yan Zhao as like as two peas in the face, looking at the same face as before.

”Have you ever doubted that everything in front of you is untrue?” The other side said calmly, ”in this world, there are the same legends that are familiar to you at first, but there are many differences. Have you ever thought about why? Will it be just your own dream, where you mix memory and divergent thinking to change the legends in your memory? ”

”Or, what was once a dream?”

”Zhuangsheng dreams about butterflies, Zhuangzhou dreams about butterflies, Zhuangzhou dreams about butterflies, who is true and who is false...”

The voice did not stop, the image suddenly began to shake.

The tall buildings collapsed, the streets twisted and the sky cracked. Everything began to collapse like a pile of sand, turning into a grain of fine sand.

Another ”self” in front of you disappears.

Yan Zhaoge was in a trance. He had already returned to his mind. The scene before him was as usual again, just like before.

I am still standing beside Feng Yunsheng, with one hand against her back heart.

The Luo Yuan on the top of fengyunsheng's head is coagulated, and there is blood mist constantly around.

The source of blood fog is the old man standing opposite. The light and shadow floating in the black auspicious cloud above his head changes the scene.

In front of the old man, he was standing.

The palms of Suoming Zhang were still in the chest of the old man.

However, at present, the whole body of somingzhang is floating with light brilliance. The brilliance condenses into Taoist inscriptions. Under the arrangement, it turns into many barriers, covering somingzhang himself, as well as Yan Zhaoge and fengyunsheng.

The tall man with short hair, his eyes cold and fierce, looks at the original mind demon.

The old man sighed, ”cut off the sky. It's worthy of reputation!”

Suo Mingzhang said nothing and shrouded himself, as if he cut off the brilliance of heaven and earth, and began to expand towards the surrounding areas.

The light barrier covers the place where it passes. There is a kind of light flow that seems to be unreal and unreal in the void, which is constantly cut off and isolated from the inside and outside.

The body shape of the original mind devil is shaking like ripples at this moment.

In this process, his body, which seems not to belong to this world, like a dream, seems to be gradually becoming an entity, so that people in this world can really contact.