Heavy traffic, high-rise buildings.
The world of concrete and cement is in front of you, and the sound of cars honking their horns is next to your ears.
Yan Zhaoge quietly watched this scene, narrowing his eyes.
It's not the scene of the Great Destruction that has been haunting me all the time, but it is buried deep in my memory, as if I have forgotten many things.
It is too long ago. Before that, only when thinking of familiar names such as Monkey King, Erlang God Yang Jian, Nezha Third Prince, and Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, would I accidentally think of the earlier things.
But it is nothing more than recalling some myths and legends, some literature, some film and television images, etc. in memory, thinking of things that can barely be related to today's life.
Most of the information that has nothing to do with the present is that the bottom of my heart slightly surfaced and bubbled, and then immediately sank back to the bottom of the sea the next moment and disappeared without a trace.
The time was so long and so long that sometimes Yan Zhaoge would subconsciously think that the experience in the Heavenly Court Shrine before the Great Destruction was his own past.
However, many things may have settled for a while, but they are obviously still there, and they have never been truly forgotten.
Yan Zhaoge blinked his eyes, looking at the face in front of him that was exactly the same as himself.
"Did you also suspect that everything in front of you is unreal?" The other party said calmly: "In this world, there are similarities with the familiar legends in your first memory, but there are also many differences. Have you ever wondered why? Could it be that this is just your own dream, where you merged your memories, diverged your thinking, and changed the legends in your memory?"
"Or, everything that used to be is just a dream?"
"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterfly dreams of Zhuang Zhou, who is true and who is false..."
Before he finished speaking, the image in front of him suddenly began to shake.
The tall buildings collapsed, the streets twisted, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, everything began to disintegrate like a pile of sand and turned into grains of fine sand.
The other "self" in front of him disappeared.
After being in a trance for a while, Yan Zhaoge has come back to his senses, and the scene in front of him has returned to normal, the same as before.
He was still standing beside Feng Yunsheng, with one hand pressed against her back.
Luo Yuan condensed above Feng Yunsheng's head, and there was a blood mist lingering around.
The source of the blood mist is the old man standing opposite, with light and shadow floating in the black cloud above his head, and the scene changes.
In front of the old man stood Suo Mingzhang.
Suo Mingzhang's palm still penetrated into the old man's chest.
However, right now, Suo Mingzhang's whole body was filled with faint radiance, and the radiance condensed into inscriptions. Under the arrangement, they turned into many barriers, covering Suo Mingzhang himself, and at the same time covering Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng.
The tall, short-haired man stared at the primordial demon in his cold eyes.
The old man sighed: "Jetian, well-deserved reputation!"
Suo Mingzhang didn't say a word, his whole body was enveloped, as if the brilliance that cut off the inside and outside of the world, began to expand and move towards a wider distance around him.
Brilliant barriers enveloped the places it passed, and in the void there were vague streams of light that seemed to be constantly cut off, isolating the inside and outside.
At this moment, the figure of the primitive heart demon also swayed like water ripples.
During this process, his dream-like body, which seems to not belong to this world, seems to be gradually becoming a reality, so that people in this world can really touch it.
On Suo Mingzhang's fist that penetrated into his chest, endless starlight and endless yang flames were still surging.
At this moment, the old man frowned slightly, as if he finally felt uncomfortable, he could feel the scorching heat on that fist, and the destructive power contained in it.
"Young people are terrifying." The original demon sighed softly, and his figure gradually began to become transparent, as if it was about to disintegrate into a stream of light.
But Suo Mingzhang clenched his fists tightly, as if turning into a bottomless black hole, from which even light could not escape, pulling the current body of the original demon to linger.
The eyes of the original demon flickered slightly, and there seemed to be water on his body, soaking Suo Mingzhang's arm.
Suo Mingzhang let out a muffled snort, and the scriptures circulated mysteriously, preventing the original demon from counterattacking.
The fight between the two sides is not like swords and swords like ordinary warriors, but the intensity of it is not inferior at all, and even surpasses it.
Primitive demons continue to attack Suo Mingzhang's defenses. As long as he breaks through and integrates the inside and the outside, he can not only know what Suo Mingzhang thinks in his heart, but also push Suo Mingzhang into the abyss of demons. Fight and lose.
Suo Mingzhang, while resisting the invasion of the demons, restrained and deciphered the magic of the original demons, forcibly dragging them out of the illusion into the real world, and then severely injured them.
In the previous year's battle for the Zhuxian Formation, Suo Mingzhang fought against the ancient Buddha on the lamp in the hands of Dinghaizhu of the Twenty-Four Heavens, and once again became famous all over the world.
But because of his personal experience, the original demon had an opportunity to take advantage of it.
In fact, compared to experts at the same level, the original demon is indeed a more difficult opponent for Suo Mingzhang.
Daluo Tianxian, the state of mind is naturally stable, and few people can shake it.
But if it must be said that anyone can do it, then the original inner demon, the source of the inner demons in the world, will naturally do its part.
Especially the original demon who recovered from his injuries and returned to his peak state.
Under the attack of the original heart demon in the peak state, even the strong in the Daluo state, if there is a flaw in their own state of mind, their heart defenses may be broken in a very short period of time.
The original heart demon has been hailed as the head of the absolute demon before, the number one devil under the Dao Realm, it is by no means a fluke, and it is never just because he is immortal.
However, the Suo Mingzhang he was facing at the moment had infinitely mysterious ways of cutting the sky, which made it difficult for the primitive heart demon to win.
However, the original demon is not in a hurry.
Although Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng were protected by Suo Mingzhang's cutting-off divine light at the moment, the trance just now was enough for Nie Jingshen and Shadow Demon in Nine Nethers to gain the upper hand.
As the blood mist swept across, Feng Yunsheng let out a muffled snort, and the chaotic abyss above his head shook again, and the magic subsided, like rolling boiling water.
But in the dark and auspicious clouds, in the dark abyss, among the twelve pillars, the one that symbolized the Doomed Heavenly Demon became more and more illusory, but also more and more ferocious.
Feng Yunsheng was harassed by the primitive heart demon, lost the opportunity, and the situation deteriorated rapidly.
Even if he regained his senses in time and wanted to stop it, he couldn't stop.
Luo Yuan above his head gradually appeared to be disintegrating, and the blood mist was getting bigger and bigger, spreading towards her, as if he wanted to suck her into Jiuyou directly.
Singer Yanzhao pressed his palm tightly to Feng Yunsheng's back, so he naturally understood the changing situation.
His other hand immediately slid and outlined in the void, writing one after another talisman.
"Senior Suo." Yan Zhaoge called softly, and a starlight automatically flew out from the sleeve of Suo Mingzhang's robe, throwing it at Yan Zhaoge.