His eyes were weird, and he always felt that this was not a real way to overcome the tribulation, but rather like some kind of smuggling method...

"Become...live...bad...empty..."

At this moment, Mo Hu's voice suddenly sounded in front of him, which seemed to be doubtful, but also seemed to be sighing.

Jiang Ming's body trembled and he looked up.

This sound was exactly the same as the one he heard in the cave outside...

Is it because he can hear this voice that he can embark on this starry road?

Ahead, light mist evaporates, and a figure slowly emerges, pacing back and forth slowly, murmuring from the mouth, back and forth... There are only these four words.

The scene gradually became clearer, but Jiang Ming was stunned. This was actually different from the previous battlefields... Whether it was the top of the mountains of the primitive tribes or the endless killing formation of the white-clothed sword cultivators, they were all designed to fight against the natural disaster.

exist.

But the place in front of me...

In the early morning, the light was rising... In an ordinary farmhouse, the sound of cocks crowing and dogs barking continued. Several old farmers walked to the fields with hoes on their shoulders, holding thick, black and bitter tea in their hands.

In the farmhouse, the remaining women were cooking, farming and weaving, each doing their own work. From time to time, naughty urchins ran past the courtyard, tripping over some pots and pans, causing a fit of exclamation from the women at home.

Breathe fragrance.

On the path between the fields, Jiang Ming walked slowly, and other people walked past him as if they couldn't see him.

Suddenly, Jiang Ming stopped by a farmland and looked at the farmers in the field.

It was an old man with gray hair, dressed in ordinary clothes, no different from other old farmers. He was hoeing and loosening the soil in preparation for the upcoming sowing...

But when Jiang Ming looked at him, the gray-haired old farmer suddenly stopped and looked up at Jiang Ming.

Wow~

The fields of other farmers have all disappeared, the cocks crowing and dogs barking in the distance, the peasant women and children have also disappeared... Only this piece of farmland and the two people in the field are left in the world.

"How did you tell?" The gray-haired old farmer looked at Jiang Ming and suddenly spoke.

A trace of shock flashed in Jiang Ming's eyes, and he finally confirmed that the scene this time was different from all the previous battles.

The old farmer in front of him actually has a clear consciousness, instead of being imprinted by the past...

Jiang Ming took a deep breath and said slowly: "I saw the real you!"

"The real me?" A strange color flashed in the old farmer's eyes, and then he looked straight at Jiang Ming. After a long time, he finally smiled: "I didn't expect that I met a fellow traveler!"

Wow...

The last farmland disappeared, and the old farmer disappeared with it, but where the old farmer originally stood, a figure reappeared.

He was an old man with a cold temperament. He had the same face as an old farmer, but in his eyes

But he didn't have the calm indifference of the old farmer, but his eyes were bloodshot, and a trace of confusion or even despair flashed across his face from time to time.

In his mouth, he kept chanting "Become... live... bad... empty", as if he was trapped in some kind of obsession.

What Jiang Ming saw was this scene... so he found him in the farmland.

The old man's clothes were charred and black, and he was covered in wounds. He was slowly walking alone on a road... It was a star road in nothingness. There was darkness in all directions, except for some broken scenes in the distance, floating in the nothingness.

"He is also walking on the star road..." Jiang Ming was shocked: "It's just that this star road doesn't seem to be in the same place as me."

The dilapidated scenery far away on the star road where the old man was, was completely different from where Jiang Ming stood.

"Did the two star paths intersect..." Jiang Ming murmured.

However, the next moment, Jiang Ming suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark stone sword in the old man's hand, and his breathing suddenly stopped.

The old man's muttering to himself suddenly stopped, and he looked up at Jiang Ming:

"Do you recognize this sword?"

Jiang Ming looked at the black sword that was behind his butt just now and was chasing him, but now it fell into the old man's hand, and he didn't know how to speak.

"I picked this up a few years ago in a dead starry sky... It was inserted deep into a meteorite and had been silent for at least tens of thousands of years. No one has seen it since I picked it up!"
Chapter completed!