I have a city in another world

Chapter 2669 Foreigners from Haotian Plane
In the turbulent flow of the void, a figure flashed, it was Tang Zhen who was on his way.

Traveling in the void and turbulence requires a wealth of experience and at the same time enough patience.

Every step here is thrilling, whether it is a giant void beast or various undercurrents, it is enough to make travelers pay a heavy price.

Those who dare to walk in the void have enough means of self-protection, after all, this is a real restricted area for life.

After staying in the void for a while and correcting the direction of progress through the coordinates of the plane, Tang Zhen continued to advance in a semi-energy form.

There is no direction in the void, no sound or light, if there is no plane coordinates, you can only wander aimlessly.

For the weak-willed, void travel is a torment, and it won't take long for them to go completely crazy.

In the endless void, you can occasionally see the projection of consciousness strayed into the void, because the mental power is too weak, how long does it stay for a long time?
The vast majority of consciousness projections enter the void in a coma and sleep state, and will never know that they have entered the void in a higher dimension.

After all, in the void, nothing can be perceived, so who can be sure that they have really been there?

If you are unlucky enough to be captured by an evil presence in the void, a series of disasters will follow.

Many of those unlucky ones who were possessed by demons had their consciousness projected into the void, and then they were captured by demons and occupied their bodies.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Tang Zhen. Even if he encounters consciousness projections occasionally, he will choose to ignore them.

It's not the first time for Tang Zhen to rush in the void. He knows what not to do, and he will deliberately avoid dangerous places.

Even if he is the Creator, he dare not underestimate the vast void, otherwise he will pay a heavy price.

The target of this visit is a high-energy plane, not only the temporary clone of the god king, but also a treasure hunting place for many monks in Loucheng.

According to the introduction of the information, this plane is called the Great Haotian World, and there are many subsidiary small worlds beside it.

If you want to enter the world of Great Haotian, you must enter through the subsidiary small world, and there are many restrictions.

At the same time, the intelligence mentioned that it is best not to use monk skills in this world, otherwise it will be easily perceived by the indigenous monks.

Once exposed, a special hunting team will appear to hunt down and kill monks in Loucheng.

The reason is that monk Loucheng has infiltrated many times, causing this plane to suffer great losses.

Therefore, the Great Haotian World issued an order that once any traces of monks in Loucheng are found, they must report, and everyone can kill them to receive rewards.

None of the Loucheng monks who can enter the Great Haotian World is weak, so this arrest warrant is basically just a decoration, and it is impossible for ordinary people to find the traces of Loucheng monks.

In order to be able to better disguise and complete the task, Tang Zhen once carefully studied the cultivation system of the Haotian plane, and found that this is a world where various strange gods exist.

Some are similar to the wizarding world, but many places are completely different. In short, it is extremely chaotic.

The strength level of monks is closely related to their respective beliefs, and they fight and exclude each other.

In addition to various mysterious cultivation systems, the most mainstream cultivation method in this world is to pursue the ultimate power.

When the strength reaches the limit, various additional states will appear, which doubles the monk's combat effectiveness.

This seemingly simple and crude way of practice is very suitable for killing on the battlefield, so the combat effectiveness of the monks in the Haotian plane cannot be underestimated.

The battles of smashing mountains with one punch and breaking rivers with one foot appear from time to time in this world.

In addition, because of the suppression of the rules of the world, monks of the Creator cannot enter with their real bodies, otherwise they will turn into mobile natural disasters and cause various disasters.

In this case, how to do covert actions and steal the original power?

So Tang Zhen couldn't enter with his real body, otherwise he would be discovered, and then he would be resisted by the original will and the indigenous monks.

It is the only way to release the consciousness avatar and sneak into this world quietly.

The strength of the avatar consciousness cannot be too strong, otherwise it will still be noticed, and then attract the pursuit of the native monks.

In the process of rushing, Tang Zhen has already analyzed the possible situation and formulated a detailed infiltration plan.

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In a slum, Hawk suddenly opened his eyes.

The tired and lifeless eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, and the eyelids seemed to be supported by invisible forces, and they couldn't close them even if they wanted to.

Hawke, who had just finished the night shift, seemed to be in a state of disarray, and would fall asleep straight away when he touched the bed.

In this state, Hawke's eyes widened strangely, which was obviously very wrong.

It's a pity that there is no one in the family, and no one knows what happened to Hawke at this time, and he is being manipulated arbitrarily like a marionette.

He walked under the bed, fiddling with something blankly, his mind wandering the whole time.

Fortunately, he didn't know what he was doing, otherwise he would have been trembling with fright, and then knelt down to pray to the gods he believed in.

It turned out that he was holding a basin in his hand, which was filled with the well water he received last night, and it shone with a flustered cold light.

A deep voice sounded beside my ear, like a strange voice coming from time to time in a sleeping nightmare, trying to struggle to get rid of it but unable to stop.

A weird smile appeared at the corner of Hawke's mouth, then he put the water basin on the table, and put his face on it.

Then just bend down and keep it at 90 degrees, soak your face in the water basin, and don't move during the whole process.

There were bubbles in the water, and the blood vessels under the skin were obviously bulging, but Hawke was like a clay sculpture, never moving a bit.

Time passed slowly, and after about 10 minutes, a wave suddenly appeared in the still basin.

Then I saw Hawke get up suddenly, knock over the washbasin filled with water, and there was a muffled sound on the floor.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door, followed by a curse from a landlord warning Hawke to be careful.

If there is another time, he will drive Hawk out.

"Don't worry, there will be no next time!"

Hawke's voice sounded, and the tone was a bit weird, but the landlord outside couldn't tell the difference at all.

He cursed again, then shut his mouth and went back to the eaves to smoke a hookah.

Hawk in the room was stiff, his heels were off the ground, and his toes were raised strangely.

The wet hair was stuck to his forehead, and the water droplets were constantly falling down his chin. Those bloodshot eyes turned up strangely at this moment.

No other colors can be seen, only pale.

At this moment, Hawke looked like a corpse that had just drowned, but maintained a strange standing posture under the water.

It was as if an invisible silk thread pulled him up abruptly, but he did not leave the ground.

After a while, Hawke's body twisted and twitched like a spasm.

A mouthful of filthy liquid spewed out of Hawke's mouth, and he waved his arms around exaggeratedly.

After another minute or so, the twitching and struggling slowly stopped, and Hawke was like a rag doll whose muscles and bones had been pulled out, his head drooping fiercely towards his chest.

"Tick tock..."

The sound of water falling on the floor sounded very ethereal and eerie in this narrow and dilapidated apartment.

"Ho..."

Soon there was a slight groan, and Hawk, who was like a deflated ball, slowly raised his head, with an evil smile on his pale face.

"The plane of Haotian, here I come..."

(End of this chapter)