Red Heart Survey

   Chapter 1013 Hongmeng Space

  There is no pattern or lettering on this stone gate.

  Only the ancient breath, floating on the heavy texture.

  It appeared suddenly, but it actually seemed to have been standing for a long time. Through the long time, there has been silence.

   Jiang Wang stretched out his hand and pressed it on the stone door. Apart from the slightly cool touch of the stone, he had no other special feelings. Dao Yuan swims on it, without any reaction.

  At this moment, the little blessed land space he is in is much like the mirror world where the flesh body enters the red makeup mirror. What you can see is only a square inch, and everything else is vast.

  But it is too illusory, but it is much safer than the world in the red makeup mirror.

  In the world in the mirror of red makeup, Jiang Wang dare not take a step. The limited number of "adventure" experiences were all perilous.

  In the too illusory realm, but never encountered danger.

  The premise of joint supervision by all parties also greatly guarantees the safety of the illusion.

  So Jiang Wang pushed slightly, and Shimen opened——

  【And the world is not open, the world is clear and turbid, everything is chaotic, it is for... Hongmeng. 】

  There is nothing, not even darkness.

  Because there has never been light, the concept of darkness has never been born.

   Jiang Wang appeared in such an indescribable place.

  I can't perceive everything in the world, nor can I perceive my own existence.

  In such a muddled state, the first thing that appeared was the sound.

   That high-miao voice--

  【Taixu messenger, Taixu Five Elements monks are alone and invincible. You have entered the Hongmeng space. 】

  The world of sound...

In a state of ignorance and nothing, Jiang Wang’s first reaction to this voice was not to chew and comprehend its content, but to subconsciously mobilize the Wuxian Rumengling voice, or in other words, lack of mobilization. The sound and hearing celestial scriptures existed in the art. To feel, to explore...

  Huge! grand!

  The voice is clearly high and low, like coming from outside the sky.

  But to feel this sound with the voice of the Five Immortals as Dreams, it seems to have rushed into a magnificent world!

  So marvelous and magnificent, it can accommodate the world of endless fantasy.

【what? 】

  The voice that has always been Gao Miao indifferent seems to have made a curious syllable.

  This was Jiang Wang’s last impression, and he was completely unaware of what happened next.

  ……

  ……

  Some unknown place.

  Mountains hang upside down, clouds and mists lingering back and forth.

  Hidden light comes and goes, shuttles like electricity.

  Sometimes there are white cranes passing by, and they are not surprised by the fast-moving monks. They are leisurely and contented. The cranes are so long that they ring like a bell.

  Xu Zefu's big sleeves fluttered, stepping among the clouds.

  On those upside-down peaks, from time to time, the eyes fell like mountains and seas.

  Xu Zefu did not resist, and accepted the “monitoring” calmly.

  These gazes all come from the supervisors of the top powers.

  "Uncle Master is back!"

   "Uncle!"

   Shuttle like electricity, and occasionally greeted him, but also hurriedly dropped a sentence, without a serious greeting.

  More dodge is to do things on its own, as if he doesn’t exist at all. It's not just when he doesn't exist...Most of the masters of the escape are in a hurry, unwilling to take a break.

  Xu Zefu didn't care, when someone greeted him, he responded with a smile. No one will take care of it, just go on its own way.

  "Brother, come, come!" suddenly jumped out of an unkempt female nun, grabbed his hand and flew to the side: "Say you will be used by me this month, where did you go? Hurry up!"

  Xu Zefu quickly explained: "I was ordered by my teacher to go..."

  "Just take care of the messy things!" The female cultivator interrupted him unceremoniously: "Come and stare for me to see how this Taoist art has evolved?"

  After a roll, the two are gone.

  The vast clouds are going down.

   is still clouds stacked with wind and wind.

  Walk through and fall all the way, and you will be able to reach the lowest point of this unknowable place, where the idle monks can't get close at all.

  Here is a flat land, and nothing is beyond the flat land.

  Everyone who lives here knows that nothingness is a boundary.

On the flat ground, there are three stone houses.

  One front, two back.

  It's not magnificent, but three stone houses that look very ordinary.

  The stone house before the attack, the hanging plaque was engraved with the words "Zushitang". These three words are wonderful, but unfortunately few people can appreciate them.

  There is no one in the three stone houses.

  The only person on this flat ground, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the flat ground, facing the nothingness.

  But the person did not look at nothingness, but closed his eyes.

  This is a monk who can't see his age, and he can't even see his face.

  I don’t know how long he has been sitting, nor can he be sure if he is sitting.

  He seems to exist at any time, and it seems to disappear at any time.

"what?"

  Between the real and the virtual, he uttered a questionable syllable.

  An interesting thing just happened.

  In that great spiritual wonder, there was a young man who "heared" his voice.

  This is not a thing that can arouse people's curiosity.

  The sounds that appear in the realm of illusion are all repetitions of his voice. Almost every monk who enters the too illusory realm can hear his voice.

  But this "listening" is different.

  A strong person like him, his body moves with the law.

  Every word and action changes everything. Generally, when present in front of others, one will restrain oneself, and when communicating with others, one needs to suppress the power.

  Otherwise, unpredictable changes will occur.

  Suppressing oneself is to protect the world and others. At the same time, it also cuts off the possibility of others prying on one's own principles.

  Too Illusion is such a great spiritual wonder, and his natural knowledge wanders in it, and it does not hinder the others.

  But at that time, there was a strange "misunderstanding".

  Hongmeng space is not completely open, it is evolving in a special way.

  The normal reproduction of his voice still happened normally. There will be nothing in this one.

  But the young man traced the origin of "sound" in a way of ancient times.

  To put it simply...he heard his voice briefly, his real voice.

  In a sense, it is "listening" to his doctrine.

   such as Taoism, you get what you see at the first sight.

  His voice can also be regarded as Daoyin to some extent.

  Of course, one of the reasons why Taoism is hidden is that some Taoism is too powerful and easy to "kill" the seers, so that there are many cultivators and even more dead.

  Due to the strength of that young man, it is impossible for him to hear much—this is the reason for his surprise. Such a weak young man was able to grasp this wonderful "misunderstanding" and really took a step closer to the origin of his voice.

  Even such a trivial one step distance is an extremely talented exploration.

  This kind of thing can be regarded as offensive to some beings, and it is not an exaggeration to wipe it out.

  But for him...

   does not matter.

  He only whispered, but there was no other reaction.

   neither helps nor interferes.

  　Thanks to the book friend Zhongyong for being the leader of this book!

  　　 bury your head in writing!

  (End of this chapter)