At that moment, Minghong really wanted to tear the heaven and earth apart and destroy the entire world.
Minghong now seems to have a split personality, with a vicious side, blood-red eyes that reveal evil, and a cold aura all over his body.
Minghong's blood-red eyes flashed purple, and Minghong came back to his senses. The resentment in his body slowly dissipated. Minghong looked around blankly, still mumbling: "Six-eared Macaque, Zhenyuanzi, Tathagata?"
"Are they game characters, or—? Why do I have a sense of déjà vu?"
"What happened to me just now?" Why was he so angry at that moment, as if he had been killed by those two people in his lifetime, as if something had happened to him before.
Wuzhuang Temple, Lingshan Mountain, the Underworld, why are those scenes so real? Is there really such a world
Minghong kept wondering in her mind why he said those things at that time, and who were Zhunti and Jie Yin
But this is clearly a game. Minghong just thought of this, but suddenly stood up and looked around blankly, "Why? Why?"
Minghong stared blankly at the black space where he first appeared. Why did he return here
Looking at the light curtain rotating around him, Minghong was not as confused as he was at the beginning. Since he was still conscious after his death, appeared here, and experienced the life and death in Journey to the West, what else could make him afraid
So will he be trapped here forever
"How are Liu'er Mihou and Zhen Yuanzi?" Minghong looked at the light screen that he had touched, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to be squeezed out by someone in the end, making him appear here, as if he was not suitable for that body at all.
"And who exactly is the old person they are talking about?"
Minghong wanted to know these questions very much. In order to know the answers, Minghong walked towards the light curtain of "Journey to the West". If he had touched the light curtain at that time, then if he touched it again at this time, would he be able to enter
Perhaps after going back in, he could help Liu'er Mihou and Zhen Yuanzi.
Minghong was just about to reach out his hand when he thought about why he wanted to save Liu'er Mihou and Zhen Yuanzi. What was the reason that made him want to save Zhen Yuanzi and Liu'er Mihou
Minghong just stretched out his hand, but suddenly put it down again, because he couldn't touch the light curtain no matter what. It was clearly right in front of him, but when he touched it, there was nothing.
He just can't get out of this circle, and he's trapped in a circle. Maybe that's what it means.
Ming Hong looked around blankly, wondering where exactly he was. Was this reality or a game? This was what Ming Hong wanted to know the most. He didn't know what to do.
Ming Hong sat on the ground blankly. Although he looked like he was suspended in the air, his feet were like he was standing on the ground. Why did he feel familiar with some of these rotating light curtains? There were nearly three thousand light curtains here, spiraling around him. Why did he think about some of them
"Do I really want to stay here forever?" Although he had this thought in his mind, Minghong knew that he couldn't stay here forever. If he really stayed in this world where he didn't know whether it was real or illusory, even if he didn't die, he would go crazy.
"That's right! Why are there those extra memories in my mind? Could it be that after I traveled through time and space and became the Six-Eared Macaque, even if I left, I also absorbed those memories of the Six-Eared Macaque." Minghong was frightened by her own thoughts.
If this is true, then can he practice and use his magic power to leave here
Thinking of this, Minghong immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, ready to start practicing according to the practice methods in Liu'er Mihou's memory.
Cultivation is all about seizing the fortune of heaven and earth, and changing one's destiny against the will of heaven.
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However, in this black space, Ming Hong could not feel any spiritual energy. Time passed day and night, and Ming Hong did not know how long she had tried, but in the end, she felt nothing.
Maybe it was a day, or maybe it was a year, but here Minghong couldn't feel the passage of time at all, as if everything was still except him.
Cultivation is not an easy thing. At least Minghong cannot cultivate here. If she wants to leave here, she can only think of other ways.
Minghong sighed in vain, stood up and looked at the light curtain surrounding her.
"Then we can only keep moving forward and see where the way out is!"
Thinking of this, Minghong stood up, closed her eyes, and prepared to move forward following the familiar feeling to find that hint of familiarity.
In fact, Minghong was very nervous and scared. What he had experienced in "Journey to the West" had already made him feel fearful of these light screens. He really didn't want to experience that kind of lingering on the brink of life and death again.
Although Minghong has been trying hard to forget his experience in "Journey to the West", because what Minghong experienced in that short period of time was far beyond his imagination, that feeling of powerlessness still fills his heart.
Your destiny is not in your own hands but in the hands of others. This is more terrifying than death.
Therefore, Minghong would still want to follow that sense of familiarity and touch and walk into the familiar light curtain, rather than the light curtain with a sense of disobedience like in "Journey to the West".
Minghong closed her eyes and walked towards the unknown yet familiar light curtain step by step. When her fingertips just touched the light curtain, it did not happen that she touched the light curtain of "Journey to the West".
The red blood did not gush out, but wrapped around Minghong.
This made Minghong feel relieved. She never wanted to experience the feeling of having her throat strangled and being in close contact with death again.
But things were not as he thought. The red blood did not come out, but the moment Minghong opened her eyes, his heart suddenly ached.
It felt like something sharp stabbed into my heart.
"Ah!" Minghong let out a shrill scream, "Why?"
Why did he have to go through this pain, and why did this pain seem familiar, as if he had experienced this pain before, the same death.
Just like the scene in the light screen, although there was no sword, Ming Hong still felt that the sword had pierced his heart, and the blood slowly flowed down along Ming Hong's heart. In the next second, maybe he would die? Why did he feel death again, why was it the same feeling
"Why? Why?" Minghong's face was full of pain and despair. He covered his heart with his hands, but still walked towards the light curtain step by step until his whole body was submerged in the blood-red light curtain.
Behind the light curtain might be the way out that Minghong expects, but it might also be a dead end.
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