Wanderer of the whirling world

Seeing Xin Ziqiu's figure again, Xuan Ming's eyes lit up, and then his brows frowned again.

It is not a secret that there is more than one independent small space in the realm of floating life.

But how to enter, and what is inside, is unknown.

There have been people who entered these independent spaces by mistake before, but after they came out, they either kept secret about what happened in it, or even simply forgot everything, and could not provide useful information at all.

And since Xin Yuanli entered the small space for the last time more than ten years ago, this kind of situation has not happened again for a long time in the Floating Life Realm, so many people speculate that all the independent spaces may have been explored and have been explored for a long time. One collapsed.

Until today, when Xin Ziqiu was teleported into the small space again, people's thinking was overturned.

Xuan Ming didn't know what the child had experienced, because the speed of time in each space was different. Although the Floating Life Realm had only been opened for less than an hour, Xin Ziqiu might have spent a few days, or even a few years.

However, seeing him reappear in the water curtain safe and sound, a big stone in Xuan Ming's heart finally fell to the ground.

But she soon thought that since Xin Ziqiu returned to the realm of floating life, it also meant that he would face the possibility of Kamizu Masahiko head-on.

The difference in strength between the two is too great. Once they meet, Xin Ziqiu will undoubtedly lose, which is expected.

It's nothing to be defeated or even killed, but the most terrible thing is that the little devil has mastered the "rules of dreams", which may permanently damage Xin Ziqiu's spirit, and even pull him into an eternal dream , Continuous reincarnation, life is better than death.

Although Tianzun just said aggressively that if something happened to Xin Ziqiu, he would take the entire Shinto to be buried with him, but that was just revenge and could not change Xin Ziqiu's fate.

Now no one can interfere with the actions of the walkers inside. If something happens to my nephew, no matter how many Japanese people are killed, there is no way to remedy it.

When she was frowning, many people in Zixiao Palace noticed this, and someone said:
"Look, the water curtain in Yuxu Palace has returned to normal, and their walkers have also appeared in the ghost market!"

As soon as the words fell, more eyes turned to Xuanming.

Many people have only heard about entering an independent space, and since high-level walkers know little about the Floating Life Realm, everyone guessed that Xin Ziqiu might have encountered a rare opportunity, so naturally I want to come over and watch the excitement.

Miya Yingying also noticed the abnormality, the expression on his face changed, he didn't know whether it was happiness or worry.

Originally, he was very dissatisfied with Xin Ziqiu's disappearance, and hoped that he would appear in the Floating Realm quickly so that his apprentice could take revenge.

But since Yuanshi Tianzun spoke, he began to look forward and backward. Instead, he hoped that Xin Ziqiu would be stuck in an unknown place forever, so that this grievance and grievance could be reduced to a minor one.

After all, an incompetent Shimadzu Naijiro is not worth the high price Shinto pays for revenge.

Now seeing that Xin Ziqiu really reappeared in the ghost market, he became nervous instead, praying that Xin Ziqiu would better meet other walkers first, and be killed out of the game quickly, so as not to be bumped into by Lord Yayan and cause a catastrophe. …

At the same time, Miya Yingying was also very puzzled.

Why is it that an ordinary novice walker can get such attention, and even several elders who have lived in seclusion for a long time come to the dark world in person because of him, what is so strange about it?
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The realm of floating life.

Wanhun Building, Ghost City.

Xin Ziqiu stood quietly on the spot with his eyes closed, like a statue carved with a knife and an axe.

The exaggerated black and white hospital gown on his body has disappeared, replaced by a set of sportswear he wore when he came back.

Not only that, but there was an extra idea in his mind.

That is the full version of the magical power of "Ba Snake Tun Xiang".

This supernatural power is purely based on the power of rules. There are three rules, namely "forget", "occupy", and "seize".

These three laws each have different functions, and together they can forcibly deprive others of their memories, identities, and fates.

When used alone, although the power is discounted, it requires less rule power and is more flexible.

At this time, Xiaodong's voice echoed in his ears, it was the last memory he left for Xin Ziqiu:
"In my world, you are not limited to using the power of rules, but after you go out, you don't have so much power of rules for you to use supernatural powers. I have sealed five powers in your ancient jade. Every time you use Any kind of law will consume the power of a rule. Find a way to survive to the end, and when my memory recovers, I will naturally reveal all the secrets to you..."

Xin Ziqiu smiled wryly, even with these three powerful laws and supernatural powers, how easy is it to win the final victory in the game of many middle-level walkers?

However, he was genuinely curious about the secrets hidden in Xiaodong.

Although he didn't know the truth, Xin Ziqiu had a faint feeling that the origin of that mysterious boy, the significance of that hospital, and the mysterious patient Luo Hu who was imprisoned there were all closely related and inseparable to him.

If you want to understand all this, you must fulfill Xiaodong's request and survive to the end in this life-and-death competition.

Just as Xin Ziqiu was deep in thought, digesting and understanding the three new supernatural powers at the same time, the white mist suddenly cleared, and a noisy and extraordinary scene appeared in front of his eyes.

The long street stretches as far as the eye can see, paved with loess, and there are rows of Chinese-style buildings on both sides.

The long and narrow street has no beginning and no end, even with Xin Ziqiu's divine sense, which is comparable to a real fairy, he can't sense the end.

In the extreme distance in front of and behind him, there is a piece of black hole, surrounded by dense mist, although there are also lanterns for lighting, but it is faint and cannot be seen clearly.

Pedestrians coming in and out seem to be born in nothingness and return to emptiness.

On both sides of the street, there were countless stalls, and all kinds of yelling were heard endlessly. Although the night was full and the moon and stars were not visible, each stall was hung with a big red lantern, which was extremely bright.

There are not only candied haws and handicrafts sold here, but also many people who talk about cross talk, show off their skills, and sell Daliwan. It is very lively.

There was an endless stream of pedestrians, bustling and bustling, and they were dressed in all kinds of clothes. Some people were wearing robes and jackets, carrying bird cages; some were wearing suits and leather shoes, and holding civilized sticks.

Tourists stop and stay in front of different stalls, bargaining with vendors, having a great time.

Suddenly, it seems to have plunged into the old Beijing at the beginning of the last century.

"What is this place? Overpass? Dashilan?"

Xin Ziqiu was full of question marks.

But soon, he calmed down. Since he didn't know where he was, he could simply wait and see what happened, and see what mystery was hidden in this night market.

Driven by the turbulent crowd, he walked forward little by little, his spiritual thoughts scattered like water waves, and he didn't dare to slack off at all.

All of a sudden, a powerful air force locked in.

There is an opponent!
Xin Ziqiu's eyes were like lightning, and he looked towards the source of that powerful momentum. Among the crowd, he saw a feminine man wearing a hakama pattern, also looking over from a distance, his eyes were like stars, shining with a piercing gleam. cold light.

Masahiko Shimadzu!

Sure enough, it's not that enemies don't get together...

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