Wu Sheng never thought that he would see such an elegant sky in the world of crime.

This new blue color had only been seen on Yamdrok Yumcuo when he traveled to Lhasa in his previous life.

After he became an adult, the starry sky became a legend. Light pollution polluted not only cities, but also wiped out human beings' awe of the universe.

People in the city have never seen the pure and deep starry sky again. The sins of the times are burdened on people and naturally disappear in life.

The new century was coming, and the new era was born with light. Countless large and small screens filled with light filled his already hasty life. He lowered his head and never looked up at the clean blue sky of the fertile land of his childhood.

Now, in this landless sky, the loneliness did not make him feel lonely.

Being in this pure blue boundless sky gave him more power and energy, and he flew quickly to Nayun Island. He no longer limited his flying speed, and his wings exploded with fire for three times.

After the ripples swayed, it was close to the speed of sound.

There is no wind or resistance in this space, and the inertia of speed allows him to maintain a higher speed with less effort.

In this way, he enjoyed flying and the ultimate happiness brought by speeding.

But the Cloud Island still stood in the distance, seemingly within reach, but in fact there was no distance at all.

Wu Sheng did not give up. He was thinking while flying, and his eyes were constantly observing the surroundings, trying to detect whether there was any disharmony in this space.

The air roared past his ears and the ripples behind him proved that he was not standing still, but was indeed moving.

Time here is not static, and space here is not solidified.

So what exactly is it?

He suddenly thought of the words on the door when he came in: "No one can make you give up your dreams. As long as you try bravely, you will give up yourself."

My current behavior seems to fit the first half of this sentence very well. That cloud island that cannot be reached no matter how long I fly is a dream.

And isn't his speedy flight the equivalent of a "brave attempt"?

But no one here comes out to ask me to give up my dream? Even if it is a monster, a shadow, or a negative consciousness, how about some movement?

"Did I not fly long enough? Or did I fly too fast and the guy who asked me to give up couldn't catch up with me?" Wu Sheng thought to himself, then stopped and turned around suddenly!

Then his pupils shrank and he realized that behind him, really...

Followed by a small black dot.

Made, it turns out to be the text space corresponding to the words on the door. The words on the door are really not decorations!

Miscalculation! Wu Sheng pulled out the Tiger Head Zhan Golden Gun from his back and was a little angry. It turned out to be a mirage!

He decided not to wait for the little black dot to persuade him to give up pursuing his dream, but he would beat him until he gave up chasing him!

Wu Sheng stopped where he was, and after a while, he brought up several gusts of wind to catch up with him, ruffling his hair. He narrowed his eyes slightly, but the black spot was still just a black spot.

What the hell is going on with this place?

If you don't arrive in front, you won't follow up?

Everything is empty?

Finally, he gave up waiting where he was, and flew back toward the little black dot. If the mountain didn't come, I would go to the mountain.

However, a few minutes later, the black spot was still just a black spot.

Wu Sheng's head exploded, he was in a dilemma, what the hell was going on?

"Brother Eligg, aren't you very knowledgeable and have absorbed some of the information fragments of the criminal world? What is going on in this space!" After doing useless work for a long time, Wu Sheng had no clue about this ghost place at the moment, and his mentality was a bit fried.

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Elig responded, pondered for a while, and said, "I think we should start with that sentence. Doesn't the second half of it say that you should give up on your own?"

"Oh?" Wu Sheng is not stupid. On the contrary, he has a very flexible mind and hesitates to analyze his heart: "You mean you want me to give up?"

"Well, to be more precise, it's short-term. Don't think about Yun Dao, and don't think about what the black spot is."

"So mysterious? Isn't this the kind of mystique only those bald monks like to do?" Wu Sheng changed the silver gun to his left hand and touched his itchy nose with his right hand.

"Eh? Have you forgotten who you met here last time?" Eliger felt that this guy was a bit forgetful.

"Yes!" Wu Sheng suddenly realized that Ksitigarbha is somewhere in this transmission site. Isn't it normal for some of the spaces below to be affected by him?

"Just give it a try, there's nothing to lose anyway."

"Okay." Wu Sheng shrugged, put the silver gun back into his backpack and stuck it in. He flapped his wings in mid-air and closed his eyes. He slowly relaxed his mind and stopped thinking about the two points before and after him. In order to empty his mind as quickly as possible, he still chanted silently.

"If your heart is as clear as ice, you won't be surprised if the sky falls."

...

After a while, he opened his eyes and was shocked!

He is still where he is.

"It's useless, brother!" Wu Sheng was convinced.

"Try to fold your wings." Ma Chao suddenly said.

"???" Then wouldn't I fall to death?

"Is there ground below you? How did you fall to death?" Ma Chao asked strangely.

"What you said makes sense, as expected of you!" Wu Sheng smiled awkwardly, but he still felt guilty.

"Don't worry, if there is really ground under the fog, I will remind you at the last moment to buffer it," Eligg promised.

Wu Sheng nodded, regretting in his heart. It would be great if Elig could be as materialized as Kuhale's will to resist: "That's okay."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and retracted the wings on his shoulders. Even though he felt the weightlessness of falling, he did not panic. This was a sign of trust in the partners fighting alongside him.

A small, wild sound of wind blew across his body, and within seconds, he had fallen into the clouds and mist.

He could feel the moist and cold mist surrounding him. As he breathed, the cool air hit his lungs. The blackness behind his eyes was slowly infected by the mist and turned into a deep blue.

Sticky clouds, cold skin, and infinite falls, Wu Sheng tried his best to eliminate the goals and thoughts about things in his mind.

Empty, empty, your heart is as clear as ice, and you won’t be surprised if the sky falls...

Shocking, earth-shattering...

The land is vast and sparsely populated...

Rare, rare treasure...

precious......

In this way, he played the idiom solitaire in his mind, and gradually no longer thought that he was falling, nor did he want to be in the world of crime, nor did he want to go back. Gradually, he didn't think about anything. The moment he truly became empty, he received the 49th idiom.

hour.

Eligg suddenly shouted: "Fly!"

The clear voice pierced Wu Sheng's mind like a sudden bolt of lightning in the clear daytime sky. He subconsciously mobilized his soul power, opened his fire wings, and the air flow surged!

Wow!

A burst of white smoke rose from the ignited grass. Wu Sheng opened his eyes and looked around. There was a piece of grass beneath him.

Finally, the sky was no longer empty, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He flew a certain distance to the left and landed slowly. The feeling of being on the ground made him really relieved. After all, flying all the time will consume his soul power.

Relaxed, he observed the surrounding environment. He was now on a vast grassland. There was no river or water, only a towering mountain peak in the distance. This was the Cloud Island that he had just seen from a distance!

He was about to take two steps when suddenly there was a gust of wind behind him, and a warning sign flashed through his heart. He didn't even have time to turn around, so he followed his body's instinctive reaction and rolled dozens of times to the right.

When the warning signs in his heart dissipated, all the grass he passed by just now was condensed into frost, forming a white-green frost road. On the frost road, some pieces of grass and ice dust cut by the air blade shone coldly under the blue sky.

Mang.

"I didn't expect you to give up so quickly? I thought you would fly until you were exhausted and then unable to give up." A clear and soft female voice sounded in the air.

Wu Sheng looked up.

!!!!

His pupils dilated and his mouth opened, this is it!

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At this time, Sauron's fierce battle has become fierce.

This battle has no blood, no pain, no screaming, no light, no hope, no end, only endless silence and fighting!

Those prototype evil spirits and one-winged angels are all immortal!

No matter whether he was beheaded, dismembered, cut in half, three times, four times, or countless times, as soon as he stepped and turned around, those shadow monsters would instantly resurrect in the place where he originally stood when he was still a "wax figure".

Zoro's robes had begun to have large and small nicks and cuts, and there were streaks of blood on his face. These were all minor injuries caused by arrows and bullets that were too late to block. The cumulative effect was that,

Even without being injured, he was already at full strength, and his perseverance was astonishing.

If Sauron could be more careful, he would find that

On the resurrected ground, there are vaguely carved stone carvings with magic circles.

Each magic circle has a line connecting them. Countless negative energies surge back and forth in the magic circle. At the end of the line, there is the stand where the wordless book was placed.
To be continued...