"That's enough."
Four simple words came from the door.
Jiang Cheng heard it, but couldn't tell whether the speaker was male or female, nor could he tell whether the voice was young or old. Or, the sound is just an illusion, and in fact it is just a piece of information reflected in the consciousness.
Although he had been to the deep consciousness before, Jiang Cheng was still unfamiliar with everything here. He vaguely remembered that he was still fighting, and he didn't understand what caused him to appear here again. Although he had no chance to try, Jiang Cheng knew that without Cui Benshan's guidance, it would be impossible for him to enter the deepest part of his consciousness again with his own cultivation.
"The battle is over."
There was another voice from the door.
Jiang Cheng didn't know why, but he vaguely felt that something had changed around him, as if something had left and come back.
At the same time, in the world outside consciousness, the threat of Leviathan has been eliminated.
Jiang Cheng kept a distance from the Gate of Destiny because he didn't want to lose the memory related to this place like last time. He could only ask that door, "What on earth are you going to say?"
The Gate of Destiny did not answer, but made a slight sound.
Jiang Cheng felt that the door of destiny seemed to have opened a small gap, but if he looked carefully, he could not see the existence of the gap, as if the door had not moved at all. With doubts in his heart, Jiang Cheng was about to ask again, but saw a trace of chaotic mist appearing in this world at the end of deep consciousness!
Nightmare fog!
How could it appear here!
While Jiang Cheng was nervous, the voice inside the door kept repeating in his consciousness, and then simplified into complex, deriving more and more complex information. His guess was correct, the voice inside the door was pure information, and there was more to it than first heard.
Because this message was mixed with high-dimensional information, Jiang Cheng couldn't describe it in words for a while, but the trace of chaotic mist allowed him to describe part of its content.
Jiang Cheng showed a sudden look on his face, staring at the trace of mist of chaos that kept wandering around, and said to himself, "City consciousness has plunged me into continuous battles, forcing me to unleash my potential in the fog of nightmares. Is this why? Let this A trace of nightmare mist mixed into deep consciousness?"
There was a loud noise, echoes echoed in the deep consciousness, the door of destiny was tightly closed, and the trace of nightmare mist disappeared.
Jiang Cheng nodded and said, "Not only does he want to sneak into the deep consciousness, he also wants to get into the Gate of Destiny. If he succeeds, then..."
Speaking of this, Jiang Cheng recalled the enemies he had just fought, the bodies made of Nightmare Mist, and the control he could not escape from... He understood that Nightmare Mist was trying to control himself, just like it controlled the dead!
We can't continue fighting!
Jiang Cheng came back from his memory and looked at the fog of nightmare surrounding him, becoming increasingly vigilant. Fortunately, all the enemies have been eliminated, and now only Jiang Cheng himself is left on the scene.
Without any hesitation, Jiang Cheng took steps and ran along the road sign. Although it is safe for the time being, as long as we are still in the fog of nightmare, God knows what new variables will arise.
Jiang Cheng was very sure in his heart that if the other party's purpose was really to control him, he would never let him leave so easily!
Soon, this guess came true.
Just above the road sign ahead, two figures descended from the sky.
These two people are no strangers to Jiangcheng. One is Liu Jingzhe who forced the strangers to flee the camp, and the other is the black shell who drove himself into the wall of nightmare!
No matter which one of these two people, their strength is far superior to that of their previous enemies. Even if Jiang Cheng wanted to rush on, he had to stop at this moment.
"Impossible!" Jiang Cheng thought to himself, "These two are still alive, how could they be pulled into the fog of nightmares?"
The two approached slowly, Jiang Cheng did not dare to act rashly, and first used his real-person perception to explore the other party's details.
After sensing it, Jiang Cheng was secretly shocked.
Although these two people are not resurrected from the dead, the sense of oppression coming from their bodies is not inferior to their own.
Knowing this, Jiang Cheng became more and more confused. Since the urban consciousness could even be copied by such a powerful person, its real strength would only be several levels higher than the strength of these people. As a result, Jiang Cheng's previous speculation had another loophole.
Jiang Cheng had previously speculated that he was a pawn in the struggle between urban consciousness and the Wusheng Cult. However, the prerequisite for being a chess piece is to have the strength to be placed on the chessboard. If the ability of urban consciousness has reached this level, the current Jiangcheng, even if its strength has improved, is still not enough to become a chess piece on the table.
"So, why is the City Consciousness asking me for help? Is it just to control me? But what's the point?"
There are more and more questions in his mind, and Jiang Cheng also knows that thinking hard alone will not yield any results. The only person who can answer these doubts may be Cui Benshan, who has been trapped here for many years.
This must be resolved as soon as possible!
Jiang Cheng's desire to leave the fog of nightmare became more and more urgent, and his spirit became more focused. He was facing forward, his body slightly bowed, and his legs were as strong as springs. The next moment, the ground beneath his feet suddenly shattered, and his figure rushed towards the two of them like lightning.
Although the two of them were just replicas of Nightmare Mist, they were still as intelligent as ever. Seeing Jiang Cheng's menacing approach, they invariably took up stances and prepared to fight.
But Jiang Cheng's idea at this time was not to fight the enemy.
"Time stands still!"
Jiang Cheng couldn't count how many times he had used this ability. He felt an indescribable feeling of exhaustion in his mind, and the uncomfortable feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger. Jiang Cheng understood that this was a sign of mental exhaustion. If he couldn't get through this time, he might have difficulty even protecting himself in the future.
"We must break through!"
After entering the world where time stood still, the Immortal Immortal Body took effect immediately, producing fluctuations that strongly distorted space. The position that was originally a hundred meters away suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Cheng.
Shrink to an inch! The legendary magic is also called divine foot power in Buddhism!
The world only thinks that this is an exaggerated term used to describe a person's speed. In fact, this kind of magic really exists and has nothing to do with speed. Shrinking the ground into an inch is a kind of space-traveling magic. Only cultivators who have cultivated an immortal immortal body can perform it.
Previously, Jiang Cheng could only distort space to a limited extent, and the range of action was not large, not even beyond a three-meter radius. But this time, Jiang Cheng finally fully utilized the magical effect of the Immortal Immortal Body, and used the ability to "shrink the ground into an inch" in a true sense.
But Jiang Cheng knew that even if he resorted to "shrinking the ground into an inch", there was no guarantee that he would be able to escape successfully. This was only a prerequisite for escape.
The surrounding scene continued to lengthen, and Jiang Cheng was already in a state of traveling through space. He slowly raised one foot. As long as this step landed on the ground, he would appear a hundred meters away.
At this time, his eyes were not looking forward, but at the blurry shadows stretched into strips around him, as if waiting for something.