Hazy, trance.

There is only a bloody color in summer's vision.

Moreover, the blood color is constantly twisting, like a disorder of time and space.

The huge tearing force made him feel as if he had entered a time tunnel.

It seems to be moving rapidly, but it seems to be still.

It seems like billions of years have passed, but it seems that it is just a moment of eternity.

Then, countless blood-colored beams and various twists and things that were unseen were constantly flying back.

Time seems to have stopped.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but a dazzling light suddenly burst out in front of me.

Summer has to close your eyes.

Then I felt my body sink.

The real touch comes, a breeze blows, and someone makes a noise...

etc.

Vocal?

Xia Tian's face changed slightly, and she immediately opened her eyes.

Before he could look at the surrounding environment, he heard a dissatisfied humble sound from the front.

"Wang Xu! Why are you standing there? Why don't you leave quickly!"

Look out for summer immediately.

A dozen steps ahead, there were a group of people standing, looking back at him.

And he seemed to be standing in a huge doorway at this moment.

Army soldiers wearing armor and spears stood on both sides.

this……

I actually continued my last dream?

How is this possible!

Summer was filled with storm.

It is impossible to hide the shock, horror and doubt in my eyes.

He still remembered that in his last lucid dream, he followed the big figure in Xiaoyoucheng and rushed to the imperial capital on foot, and had to undergo the admission assessment of Jiwu Academy...

But isn't that a lucid dream?

Isn’t it the experience of Guiguzi Wang?

Now that I am really traveling through this world, why...how has it become like this?

chaos.

Xia Tian’s mind was in chaos.

At this moment, he really couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

If it weren't for Guiguzi's past experience, then who was the original Wang Xu?

I used to be a dream, but now I really traveled through time. It is logical that one more person should be there, but now one less person is there.

Do you overlap with a man named Wang Xu?

This is not a dream, not a soul penetration, but a real teleportation array crossing.

Xia Tian’s mind was in chaos and turned into a ball of paste.

Fortunately, he was not an ordinary person after all, so he forced himself to suppress his emotions and walked forward a little bit.

A young man of eighteen or nineteen came over and asked, "Wang Xu, what's wrong with you? Is it okay?"

Xia Tian glanced at him and shook his head.

I vaguely remember that this young man was named Gu Ming, who was a young man who had achieved four-color test skills.

"I'm fine."

He pretended to be relaxed and only then did he notice that he was holding a Daguan knife in his hand.

A series of gods are engraved on the long hilt

There are mysterious runes, and there are three curved white lines on both sides of the blade.

What’s important is that, regardless of the handle or the blade, the overall color is painted black, and there is no reflection of the luster even under the light.

"Nether Light Chasing Knife..."

The name of this knife subconsciously emerged in Xia Tian's mind.

It is the team leader Zhou Shan and the big man in Xiao Youcheng who share points and receives them from the Demon Hunting Association, which gives him the reward.

Everything...is so real.

"Let's go, let's go to the headquarters of the Demon Hunting Society."

An old man took a deep look at Xia Tian and spoke slowly.

Xia Tian’s thoughts flashed... This is the president of the Xiaoyoucheng Demon Hunting Association branch, named Baili Zheng.

With an indescribable complex emotion, he followed everyone through the city gate and entered the imperial capital.

The place you see is endless prosperity and prosperity.

There were bustling traffic on the street and crowded with people.

There are various shops on both sides of the street, accompanied by the sound of buying and selling.

This is the imperial capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, lively and prosperous.

There are so many people on the street.

You can see ordinary people dressed in ordinary clothes and warriors who capture various types of weapons coming and going.

The crowds are dense, shoulder to shoulder.

And in summer, I noticed that there are many races here, including black hair and yellow skin, blonde hair and blue eyes, blue hair and purple hair.

also.

He saw some very special people, whose ears were different, some looked like elf-shaped ears, and some were like beast-like ears.

I haven't been away for a long time and I met some more special people.

These people are tall, burly and strong, with dense "tattoos" engraved on their faces, necks and arms.

It is a bit inappropriate to say it is a ‘taught’.

Because those lines and lines are like worship totems in some ancient tribes on Earth.

"Those who are the Demon Pattern Clan, the Demon Pattern Clan is hostile to our Xia Dynasty and have been repelled several times by our Xia Dynasty. In previous years, Jiwu Academy recruited students only in the country, but this year it has expanded the scope."

Baili Zheng's tone was a little heavy, "Around our Daxia Dynasty, there are archipelago and various races. These races have innate advantages, such as the Demon Pattern Clan. They engrave secret talismans on their bodies since they were young, and the secret talismans have grown up, and their urination has been extremely powerful since childhood. Some teenagers over ten years old have their strength comparable to our martial arts realm..."

His words made Gu Ming and another boy become solemn.

Xia Tian remembered that the other party seemed to be named Wan Kai, who was the adopted son of the lord of Xiaoyoucheng City.

They obviously knew the relevant information, so they looked solemn, and they also seemed eager to try it out.

Only summer is still experiencing the soul-to-soul questioning of "Who am I, who am I?"

Everything is not logical.

Can't figure it out.

I really can't figure it out.

Unable to understand.

After a while, he had to give up, press it to the deepest part of his heart, and consider his current driving.

Admittedly.

Not to mention the truth or falsehood of oneself.

Having such an identity will be of great benefit and benefit to him.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to travel alone, without roots and without understanding the world.

What’s important is that through the summary of past lucid dreams, he knew that there were even stronger people in this world, even beyond cognition.

With random thoughts, everyone walked through the crowd and came to a huge building.

"This is the headquarters of the Demon Hunting Society."

The one who spoke was Deacon Luo, who was in charge of the invigilator.
To be continued...