The glass cup is clear and transparent, without any flaws. It carries a dark liquid that is as close as oil. A five-colored wick extends out from it, burning quietly and shining light, completely illuminating the huge towering ancient Fusang tree, as if it can illuminate the three realms and ten directions, the heavens and all worlds.

Shaoxuan and Xi'e approached in circles, using their magical powers as if they had disappeared from the world, trying to hide from the scholar-like envoy, climb the ancient tree from another direction, chase Sha Wujing, and grab the remains of the previous generation of Daluo Saint in front of him.

At this moment, they suddenly heard the crackling sound of violently burning here, and saw the lights around them jumping like fire, and the burning black dust suddenly appeared and fell from the void.

What did his "wandering lamp" ignite?

His posture is not to wait leisurely, but to focus on guarding?

What made the God of Lights so cautious that he directly used the "wandering lantern" of the mother of Wusheng?

The inheritance of the human emperor's family is endless. Shaoxuan and Xi'e naturally recognized the envoy of the lantern and the "wandering lantern". It is said that the other party was a famous immortal in ancient times. Later, he left his past without leaving his name and served the mother without a name. The "wandering lantern" was said to have another name at that time, which was extremely powerful. After all, peerless things cannot pop out suddenly. Even if the latest one was successfully refined, all kinds of strange phenomena would appear.

As soon as the thought emerged, the long sword in Shaoxuan's hand that seemed to condense purple light suddenly lit up, brilliant and pure.

When his mind turned, Shaoxuan did not try to stop it, but followed the subtle sensing from the sword, and took the initiative to activate it with a diagonal stroke.

Crackling, the lightning was thriving, covering the void, making the surroundings look like daylight, making the ancient Fusang trees and the wanderer's lights dim. Shaoxuan only felt his right hand sinking slightly, and then he saw a strange appearance of black dust, drifting with the wind.

An enemy attacked and was discovered by the sword. He directly hit the ashes with divine thunder, just like a wanderer's lamp igniting them completely? Shaoxuan suddenly realized, but there was a new doubt in his heart.

With one's own realm and strength, one can even notice "fantasy shines into reality", so why do you feel the trace of the enemy at all?

Because this realm replaces the principles of heaven and earth with its own principles? But it also forms a realm within itself, and every move can change the surrounding principles. Even within the nine heavens, it can be slightly adjusted so that it will not feel any abnormality at all...

Thinking of the decay and decay of the sacred mountain of the Immortal Island here, and the dusty appearance, thinking that the ancient Fusang tree involved Donghuang Taiyi, the emperor of the prehistoric world, Shao Xuan became more and more alert, and he had some speculation. At the same time, he took the initiative to appear and his eyes turned to the envoy of the palm lamp.

The lightning was shining just now, and ashes were scattered. How could such a big noise be hidden from a legendary powerful man?

The plan of the two of them was unsuccessful.

Xi'e next to her had already sacrificed the "Boat of Doomsday" and turned into a giant ship that seemed to be able to cross the universe. She floated on the illusory sea of ​​suffering, standing on the bow of the ship, uninvading the wind and waves, and was undulating with the waves, as if she was planning to directly hit the envoy of the palm lamp and hit the ancient Fusang tree.

However, the distance between them and the envoy of the Lamp Hands-Lamp is not narrowed, but instead has a strange feeling of being separated by millions of stars.

The divine envoy of the palm lamp contacted Shao Xuan's eyes, as if it was empty and illusory, and the energy was difficult to touch. He smiled slightly and said:

"It turns out they are two fellow Taoists from the Human Emperor's Remnant clan."

He was covered with warm and bright yellow lights, as if he was far away from the world, watching leisurely.

Shaoxuan and Xi'e looked at each other and understood that what they saw and heard must be affected and restrained, either from the outside world or from themselves, so they were unable to see their true faces.

In their eyes, the vast nebula gathered in the Milky Way slowly rotated, the old cognitive model faded, and a new model that fitted its previous feelings.

With a bang, what you see is no longer different. Where is the world, and where is the immortal island sacred mountain? This is a vast and boundless dark world. What you see, what you get and hear are all ancient Fusang trees. It runs through the boundless and breaks the limit. It is difficult to describe the hugeness in words. It can only be said that each mulberry leaf is close to the real universe, boundless, and the main trunk of the ancient tree grows countless branches and hangs countless mulberry leaves, as if the heavens and all worlds were presented completely before the eyes of the two legendary masters.

And Sha Wujing did not climb up little by little, and he was flying rapidly in the main trunk in a dusty posture!

The envoy of the lantern sitting cross-legged in front of the tree, and was indeed a distance from Shaoxuan and Xi'e.

The boat of Doomsday crossed and instantly penetrated the darkness, reached the boundary of the lights, making it difficult to enter the range illuminated by the wanderer's lamp.

Seeing that Shaoxuan and Xi'e did not speak, the envoy of the lamp continued:

"Two fellow Taoists really want to interfere with this matter? You have no friendship with the Yuan Emperor. Because of the order, you will stop my mother from doing the perfection and form an endless hatred with me, Luo Sect?"

Xi'e sneered: "In the late years of ancient times, in the early years of the Middle Ages, how many times did Wusheng's mother harm the Human Emperor? Do you think we are worried about making enemies with Luo Sect?"

"And you probably have other purposes." Shaoxuan looked at Sha Wujing, who was flying quickly to the top of the ancient tree.

The envoy of the lamp holder sneered: "The Emperor Taiyi and the blood of the God of Haotian are nurturing together, and they are hidden secrets. Since they have entered, how can they not explore it?"

Speaking of this, his expression was straight and his pride was slightly revealed:

"Although you have two, although you have the Boat of Doomsday and the King's Blade, but the Wanderer's Light is here, I want to see if you can pass my level."

The lights swayed and seemed to swell.

Shaoxuan and Xi'e were each concentrating their minds, the giant ship flew out layers of restrictions, and the long sword attracted thunder in the sky.

At the same time, they were quite surprised:

The ancient Fusang tree is not only born from the blood of the Donghuang Taiyi, but also from God Haotian?

Who made it?

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With the moon-like fingers pointing in the middle of my eyebrows, countless pieces of memory flew out. Without spiritual consciousness and spiritual sensing, Meng Qi seemed to leave the Eastern Glazed World, and truly return to the beginning, realizing the experience.

Thoughts become blurred, memories appear a little, what you see is soil, darkness, and caves filled with various garbage things, but they are different from what the human race sees, as if they are different in appearance.

Stumbling, following a touch of undestroying self-cognition and spirituality, Meng Qi ran out with his limbs in harmony, and soon came to a pool of water and saw a disgusting black mouse.

The mouse’s perspective is different from the human race. The figure at this time is like a monster from a nightmare to Meng Qi.

Is this yourself?

Is this who I am now?

When he changed in the past, he had spiritual consciousness or spiritual consciousness in his body, and he did not need to rely on the mouse's senses and the mouse's body. Now without all this, the memory has deteriorated significantly again, and what he saw is really different.

In a daze, Meng Qi felt like he was a mouse, and seemed to have experienced a metamorphosis.

The pool collapsed and the figure dissipated. Meng Qi spread his wings and soared in the blue sky.

The changes of goshawks, stones, etc. are experienced one by one, and are trapped by the lack of spiritual consciousness and spiritual awareness. Meng Qi has completely become them, using their senses to recognize the world and recognize themselves, like a dream, and some people don’t know whether it is Zhuangsheng who dreams of butterflies or the butterfly who dreams of Zhuangsheng.

Is this me?

This is me too?

Without the strength of martial arts, these changes and experiences can definitely make the quietest and most rational person completely lost, but Meng Qi always has a trace of self-awareness that has not been erased, and he sticks to the brink of loss in Zhuangsheng's experience of dreaming butterfly.

Is this my mental cultivation?

Without the strength of martial arts, the level of spiritual cultivation still exists?

It comes from tempering experience and various insights. Without martial arts, there is also my heart!

But what if we "strip" the corresponding experience and the corresponding experience?

As a little thought turned, Meng Qi experienced different changes, firmly guarding the trace of self-cognition, and experiencing the "self" seen under different bodies, different senses and different experiences.
Chapter completed!