Chapter 1685

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.

Somingzhang's fist in his chest was still filled with endless stars and Yang.

At this moment, the old man frowned slightly, as if he finally felt uncomfortable, and could feel the heat on his fist, the destructive power contained in it.

"The afterlife is dreadful." The primitive mind devil sighed softly, and gradually his body became transparent, which seemed to be decomposed into streamers.

But Su Mingzhang's fist clenched tightly, as if turning into a bottomless black hole, from which even light could not escape, drawing the original mind demon's body.

The original mind devil's eyes flickered slightly, as if there was water light on his body, infiltrating the arms of Suoming Zhang.

Somingzhang hums, intercepts the mysterious circulation of the heavenly script, and blocks the original mind demon's counter attack.

The fight between the two sides is not as fierce as that of ordinary fighters, but the intensity is not inferior, even worse.

The original mind devil continued to attack solmingzhang's mind defense. As long as he broke through and integrated the inside and the outside, he could not only know what solmingzhang thought, but also push solmingzhang into the mind devil's abyss, unable to extricate himself and defeat without fighting.

At the same time, somingzhang resisted the attack of the mind demons, at the same time, he restrained the original mind demons and forced them out of the unreal world to the real world, and then inflicted heavy damage.

In the past, when he fought for the battle for the battle for the battle for the death of immortals, he fought against the ancient Buddha in the burning lamp of the twenty-four heavenly pearls, and became famous again.

But because of his personal experience, the primitive mind devil has a chance.

In fact, among the experts at the same level, the original mind devil is indeed a more difficult opponent for sommingzhang.

Da Luo Tianxian is naturally stable and few people can shake it.

But if it is necessary to say who can do it, then the primitive mind devil, the source of the devil in the world, should not let it go.

In particular, the original mind devil who recovers from the injury and returns to his peak state.

Under the attack of the primitive mind devil in the peak state, as well as the strong one in Darrow realm, if there is a flaw in their own mind, they may be defeated in a very short time.

The original mind devil has been known as the first one of the devils. The first devil in the Taoist realm is not a fluke, it is not just because he is immortal.

However, the way to cut off the sky is so wonderful that the original mind devil can't win.

However, the original mind is not worried.

Although at the moment, the sky light of Suo Mingzhang is protected together with Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng, the trance between the lost spirits just now is enough for Nie Jingshen and shadow devils in Jiuyou to occupy the upper hand.

The blood fog swept down, the cloud Sheng sealed a stuffy hum, the chaos abyss on the top of the head shook again, the magic disappeared, like rolling boiling water.

And in the dark and auspicious clouds, in the dark sea, in the twelve pillars, the pillar that symbolizes the devil of the end of the law has become more and more illusory, but also more and more vicious.

Feng Yunsheng was disturbed by the original mind devil and lost the chance. The situation immediately deteriorated rapidly.

Even if he had returned to his mind in time to try to contain it, he could not stop.

Luo Yuan on the top of her head gradually appeared the image of disintegration. The blood mist was so deep that it spread towards her. It seemed that she wanted to breathe into Jiuyou directly.

Yanzhao singer's palm clings to the heart behind fengyunsheng, and naturally understands the changes of the situation.

His other hand immediately glides in the void to sketch and write a Taoist talisman.

"Master Suo." Yanzhaoge gently called out, and from the sleeve of somingzhang's robe, it automatically flew out a star light and threw it to yanzhaoge.