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The words fell.
The golden light group instantly decomposed and turned into a dense rain of light, moistening everything silently and wrapping it towards Ding Hao.
Ding Hao wanted to say something else, but the golden light group had completely dissipated.
The friendly mental fluctuations before completely disappeared, and the golden light rain was gentle and soft, seeping into his body, turning into a warm current, swimming around his limbs and bones. This is not the power of mysterious energy in the ordinary sense, but It is a kind of divine essence that silently transforms Ding Hao's body, and it also contains a kind of pure spiritual consciousness fluctuation.
Feeling deeply moved in his heart, Ding Hao quickly gathered his thoughts, started to use Sheng Zi Jue, and began to absorb this power.
In particular, the pure fluctuation of spiritual consciousness is a rare tonic for Ding Hao. It is running crazily and constantly turning the energy of spiritual consciousness for his own use. He can clearly feel that the energy he has been tempering Divine consciousness is slowly but surely undergoing some kind of qualitative change.
Time passes minute by minute.
Ding Hao was completely immersed in this practice.
His body is also undergoing some strange changes.
The muscles gradually disappeared as if they were transparent, and the bones seemed to be carved from white jade.
A trace of golden luster traveled on it, especially the bones on the chest and ribs, which shone with a strange luster. There was an ancient character on it, glowing faintly. It was Ding Hao who had refined it. A few bones of his body faintly exude a spirit.
I don’t know how long it took, but these white jade immortal bones gradually disappeared.
The muscles and flesh on Ding Hao's body reappeared, the treasures were solemn, the divine radiance filled the air, and the fairy clouds steamed.
His face is like that of an enlightened monk, with an indescribable peace and solemnity, self-generated majesty, just like the Holy Spirit. The beating sound of his heart is like the roar of dragons and tigers, and the sound of fairy bells. The blood is steaming, and the blood in the blood vessels is like the Yangtze River. It roared like a big river, and its vitality reached an incredible level.
The muscles all over his body vibrated over and over again under the beating of his heart, and some impurities were expelled from the body over and over again.
Ding Hao completely entered a strange state.
A faint and vague power pervaded his whole body, as if it were an invisible heart, constantly contracting and expanding.
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"What happened to Brother Ding?" Ji Yingqi stood on the platform at the top of the golden tower with a worried look on her face.
In front of her, on the small golden altar, in front of the supreme statue of a golden helmet like a god, Ding Hao crossed his legs and floated in the air. Balls of golden brilliance continued to separate from the golden statue and poured into Ding Hao's body. in the body.
This state has lasted for more than a month.
Ding Hao has entered this state since the first time he touched this golden helmeted statue more than forty days ago, and it has continued to this day.
At first, Ji Yingqi judged that Ding Hao should be lighting the sacred fire of the golden armor statue.
But after it lasted for such a long time, she became a little unpredictable.
As time goes by, the deadline for closure is getting closer and closer. If you cannot complete the process of igniting the divine fire before being excluded from this space, once it is interrupted, you will encounter the consequences of destroying your soul, which is extremely dangerous.
Several times, two unreliable guys, Ren Xiaoyao and Fat Mao Xieyue, came to the top of the giant tower and tried to wake Ding Hao up, but they were stopped by Ji Yingqi.
But now, Ji Yingqi can hardly hold on anymore.
She could clearly feel that this world had gradually begun to reject her.
This feeling is like the gravity under your feet is about to disappear and you are about to float.
Looking up, the space barrier in the sky is no longer stable, and a spider web-like gap begins to appear. This is the precursor of the crack in the repulsive space transmission. When the real deadline comes, everyone - no matter where they are. Positions will be excluded from these cracks.
"What should we do if Brother Ding can't wake up by then?"
Ji Yingqi was worried.
"If it doesn't work, then we can only... we can only destroy this golden helmet statue!" She could only think of such a way. According to her judgment, as long as the Shenhuo Tower is destroyed, there will be no backlash. , will not cause harm to Ding Hao.
But doing so would ruin Ding Hao's opportunity.
She was in a dilemma.
In the past few days, standing on the top of the giant tower and looking from a distance, in this huge city of false gods, there are occasionally some roaring sounds and some terrifying energy fluctuations. It is obvious that there are strong people fighting against the puppet stone. When people fight, the outcome is unpredictable, but until now, no one has been able to break through the blockade of the puppet stone man and come to this giant golden tower with countless small towers of divine fire.
The strength of those puppet stone men is really terrifying.
The suppressive force between heaven and earth is so great that it is impossible for the strong demons and human beings who enter this place to reach the giant tower.
If it weren't for the bone bracelet in Ding Hao's hand, which activated the teleportation grid on the wordless stone tablet, Ding Hao and his party would not have been able to come here. Even if Ding Hao used the forbidden power in the rusty sword and the magic knife, they would not be able to come here. It's possible to do—
After all, every time he activates the forbidden power, it consumes too much of his profound energy and can only last for a moment.
"Meow, my pet hasn't woken up yet?" A white light flashed, and the fat cat Xie Yue appeared.
"Senior Brother Ding's aura is constantly increasing. A small part of the blood in these four cauldrons has not dried up. The process of igniting the divine fire has not yet been completed..." Ren Xiaoyao also landed on the top of the giant tower, observed carefully, and concluded reached such a conclusion.
"Get ready. If Brother Ding hasn't woken up after a day, then smash the golden helmet statue. Brother Ren, can you do it?" Ji Yingqi frowned.
Ren Xiaoyao shook his head and said: "Not necessarily."
The words have not yet finished.
Boom!
Rumble, rumble!
Loud noises suddenly erupted in the distance without warning.
The two of them looked back, and in the distance of the false god city, there suddenly seemed to be a big earthquake. Square high-rise buildings began to collapse, smoke and dust rose into the sky, underground flames came out, and magma began to flow along. The streets, like rivers, flow between huge buildings...
"what's going on?"
"This world seems to be destroyed..."
"Meow, I smell the smell of world destruction!"
Both of them and the cat were shocked by what they saw.
It was a solid rock that even Emperor Wu could not break. However, in the face of this destructive force, it collapsed and turned into debris like sand in a hurricane. The tall and magnificent square buildings were like Like a sand sculpture struck by waves, it slowly collapsed and shattered...
The air began to be filled with smoke, like a battlefield.
A puppet stone man whose combat power was comparable to that of the peak Martial Emperor also fell in front of this destructive power.
"This world is going to shatter and collapse. Not only this city, but the entire city is going to fall apart!" Ji Yingqi seemed to feel something.
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Boundless fantasy.
Li Lan was exhausted both physically and mentally.
He was wearing a white robe, his hair was disheveled, and his feet were bare, walking slowly in a wilderness where no light could be seen.
There are no terrible attacks or deadly traps. There seems to be no danger in this ancient journey to the West.
But he just couldn't get out of this wilderness.
It is still the eleventh section of the Ancient Journey to the West, and I don’t know how much time has passed since I entered it.
This is clearly a small wilderness, shrouded in dark light, withered yellow weeds, flowing black wastewater, with dead bones, undulating hills, desolate and barren. All the power in Li Lan's body has been sealed, and he is like An ordinary person is walking in the wilderness, not knowing how to get out of this barren world.
The only strange thing is that beside him, there is a beautiful woman with ink-like hair, slim figure, and snow-like skin.
This woman is like a ghost, floating in the void, as light as nothing.
Stretching out his hand, his fingers penetrated her body, which was just an illusion.
But this woman's face was always blurry, shrouded in a white haze, with no facial features.
This ghost-like woman appeared beside Li Lan from the first moment he entered this world. She said nothing. Although she had no eyes, she seemed to be staring at him. She followed him from beginning to end. He was never far from his side, as if he was a shadow.
"Why is this like this? There must be some way to leave this ancient fantasy road. This shouldn't be an unsolvable test!"
Li Lan was thinking hard.
He is very resourceful and has been able to solve many difficult problems he encountered in the past.
Unfortunately, this time, I couldn't figure it out at all.
What does this desolate world represent
What does this ghostly woman in a white dress represent
He couldn't find any clues.
"Are we going to live in this illusion for the rest of our lives?"
Li Lan frowned.
Vaguely, he always felt that there was a light ahead, a light that could dispel all the haze and darkness, a light that could save himself. But for some reason, these days, no matter how he ran, how he pursued, no matter how he Whether his steps were fast or slow, the distance between that light that seemed to exist and him never got closer or farther away.
He couldn't capture the hope.
Finally, Li Lan stopped.
Looking down, I saw that the last pair of shoes were worn out, and the bare feet were covered with cracks and scars, almost shapeless, with blood and pus flowing out, and a heartbreaking pain.
Li Lan was a little tired.
He stood there quietly, seeing his face through the puddles at his feet, and sighed in his heart: "Since you can't pursue all this, it's better to stop and make an appointment!"
If you die in this environment like this, is it also a peaceful destination
He sat down slowly.
His eyelids were heavy, and he had the urge to fall asleep and never wake up again.
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I saw some related posts in the book review area, and Dao Zi explains everything here—
1. Regarding this part of Ding Hao’s life experience, some brothers said it was like the Perfect World. This cannot be denied. I have indeed seen the Perfect World. I cannot hypocritically say that none of this has anything to do with the Perfect World, because the specific details of his life experience are set. Including making enemies for the protagonist, they are all influenced by the Perfect World. However, careful brothers should notice that Ding Hao’s life experience has actually been mentioned in the Ladder of Questioning Heart a long time ago, so at that time, this paragraph Basically, it has been set up, and the concepts often overlap, and it is not a blunt connection.
2. Apart from the hatred caused by life experience, regarding Rusty Sword, I can only say that this is definitely a coincidence, because the publication of Sword and related content began to be serialized before Perfection.
3. Brother Dong is a writer I admire very much.