No slag in the world

It's really a space bag, but if this is the case, then the place they are in will not be a private space similar to a space bag, but a small world created by a certain powerful person, otherwise space within space will mess up the rules, how could they Still alive without being beheaded by space turbulence.

Tang Feibai overthrew and rebuilt everything he thought, and this powerful ability was pushed to a peak by Tang Feibai.

"Of course, call me Little Red Shou." It's not too pleasant to flip through the space bag casually.

Wen Yi turned his head and asked Xiao BuDian, "Can I take what I got with me?"

Xiao Budian: It’s totally possible, but it’s divided into worlds. If it belongs to the world of cultivating immortals, it can only be used in the world of cultivating immortals. Of course, if you encounter another similar world, it’s a different matter.

As long as this is enough, Wen Yi packed up his things in satisfaction, and the five of them left together.

Going further down, more than a dozen men and women with excellent looks and graceful figures appeared in the corridor, scratching their heads and posing.

Yu looked at these people vigilantly, and if they took a step closer to Wen Yi, he would immediately step forward to block them.

"I didn't know that the world of cultivating immortals is so fashionable!" Wen Yi's expression almost turned into an oil painting shouting, the world is changing so fast that I can no longer keep up with its pace.

Tang Feibai coughed a few times and didn't speak again. If he said that he didn't know what was going on, would anyone believe it?

Jia Hemu held each other's hand calmly, and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

They didn't care much about the previous small tests, but they were very worried about the illusion they were about to face. They all had things they were afraid of. If they encountered them, how could they struggle out so easily.

Walking to the next room, Wen Yi found that all the companions around him had disappeared, and only himself was left behind. Wen Yi yelled a few times, but no one responded. This time it was tricky.

I saw an exquisitely carved and spacious golden chair suddenly and slowly appearing in front of Wen Yi. The simple clothes on his body also turned into a dragon robe. Everything has become hazy, he can no longer remember how he came here, what is the purpose, everything has become confused.

"This is... a dragon chair?" A slender hand brushed over the dragon chair and moved to the dragon case. On the dragon case was a fine white jade seal. Yuxi, Wen Yi suddenly turned his head and looked around.

The surrounding walls quickly became resplendent and resplendent. About a hundred people stood respectfully at the feet of His Highness, and knelt down together, as if to say, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live." The majestic momentum and the wide lineup are amazing .

How tempting and unbearably itchy is it to be bowed by all the officials, and the world is sincerely convinced, what a wonderful feeling this is, and how many people can refuse all of this.

And these supreme things are all within ten meters of Wen Yi's side, and they are readily available, tempting others to take them into their pockets.

Wen Yi sneered, flicked his long sleeves, turned and left, so what if all the officials bowed, what if the world was sincerely obedient, what about being supreme?He doesn't need it, no matter how good others say it is, to him, it's just rubbish.

...Wait, the influence that has been in this world since the beginning has disappeared, Wen Yi glanced behind him in surprise, maybe there is something that the system cannot control here.

But that’s right, there are thousands of worlds, how can one system control so many worlds, not to mention, every world is full of talents, and the abilities of these people must not be underestimated, and maybe the system is made by these people , that's not certain.

The illusion should be the last test, so Wen Yi has not yet walked out of the illusion. No matter how much Wen Yi shouted, no one answered him. Wen Yi considered saving his energy, so he stopped shouting and sat on a big rock. Up, waiting for the next round of illusion.

In a trance, Tang Feibai heard a person say that he was willing to send himself to the prehistoric era, as long as he cultivated to the quasi-sage, he would be able to leave on his own and travel through any space at will.

"Okay." After waking up, Tang Feibai has entered the prehistoric era, and his cultivation is still the same as before. In such a world where big Luo Jinxian walks everywhere and quasi-sages are as many as dogs, he can't even touch every plant and tree. Can't beat them all.

However, Tang Feibai did not regret it, but practiced step by step. Even though the road was very difficult, he suffered a lot of grievances and sufferings, but he did not regret it, because he was able to go home, even though it might be his own illusion, everything All may be illusory.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Tang Feibai could feel that his opportunity to become a quasi-sage was approaching. Yungong controlled the movement of the aura, trying to let the aura enter the body as much as possible and become his own strength.

Before Tang Feibai was ready, a man dressed in golden armor with orange in it, with scorched hair and eyebrows, and a trace of dirt on his face rushed towards him. Tang Feibai could feel the man He is so powerful, he should be the recent smash hit Qu Hai who beat the quasi-sage by leapfrogging.

This Qu Hai ran out of Naga Dali hundreds of years ago. It is said that he is from the Wu clan, but his style of play is more like that of the monster clan, usually with physical output. As long as there is a place to fight, there will be him.

Tang Feibai had a good impression of him, but if he ran over like this, he would probably damage the place he used for cultivation. Tang Feibai went out and wanted to stop him, but the man disappeared like a gust of wind. Fei Bai turned his head, and there was Dao Lei behind him.

After cultivating to the quasi-sage level, Tang Feibai didn't even care about being struck black by lightning. He felt the difference in space and stepped into a place he was very fond of.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was the modern age. He ran home without thinking too much. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Father and Mother Tang standing aside wiping tears. Before he could ask why they were crying, he saw Holding a photo of the master, there are two sentences written in front of the mourning hall, painstakingly finding the road before the mountain, tears pouring into the rivers and oceans, which somehow fits his current mood.

"Dad, Mom, did the master expect that I would come back, so he came here to make me happy." Tang Feibai twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a blunt smile, and it seemed that he was not crying yet.

Tang's father and Tang's mother thought it was a hallucination when they saw their son. When they heard the voice, the couple wiped away their tears, "After you disappeared, your master told us that you are fine, but you can't come back temporarily. Let us rest assured. We think about it, you It's so powerful, it's impossible to be harmed by others, so I don't worry, but one year, two years and ten years have passed, your master is almost two hundred years old, and the deadline has already come, but he still wants to take advantage of you. Only when I can come back, just... oh..."

Looking at Tang's father and mother's white hair, Tang Feibai's bitterness welled up in his heart in an instant, but what he got after all the hardships was such an ending, what a pity.

Tang Feibai dragged his heavy body and knelt in front of the master's mourning hall, "The disciple is unfilial, and made the master and his parents wait for so many years." He kowtowed his head, and the sound felt painful.

"I am ashamed, I have made you worry for so many years." There was a 'bang', and he turned his head again.

"I hope the master can let the disciple see the master for the last time." After another head down, Tang Feibai's forehead was finally broken.

After sending the master away, Tang Feibai didn't speak any more. He only looked back at Tang's father and mother, and the others thought they hadn't heard or seen anything.

"I heard people say that he was deformed, and he was able to control his ability to change from a beast shape to a human shape when he was more than ten years old."

"He has learned something that we are born with for more than ten years, waste, really useless."

"that is……"

Abusive and mocking voices rang out in twos and threes, and upon hearing such words again, Yu quickly raised his head, and the little orcs in front of him fell down, their eyes still open, filled with fear and resentment.

A young orc didn't see the blood behind the little orcs, thinking they were bullying Yu again, and just wanted to come over to stop him, but saw Yu Bo's calm eyes, "Yu!"

The next moment, he saw the blood on the little orc's body, and he ran to the patriarch's house in panic, and the intermittent screams spread far away.

Yu looked at the panic-stricken look of the young orc and sighed secretly, he couldn't stay any longer, walked to a dilapidated wooden house, took some useful things for him, and left.

This is not the first time that Yu has changed his residence. He left the dog tribe who lived and ignored him, and traveled to many places, although he himself didn't know what he was looking for.

Maybe when he finds it, he'll stop, or rest, and live a normal life, even if he's not.

When the knife in Mu's hand pierced Jia's chest, Jia actually had a little bit of expectation, hoping that Mu would not be reluctant to do so. He knew, he was very clear, he knew that this was an illusion, and everything was in vain. It was a lie, he knew very well that Mu had not betrayed him, he knew that he should fight back, but he just couldn't do it.

Even though he is not wood, he is just the skin of wood, but he is afraid of what happens, what if it is true, what if he occupies the body of wood, he is afraid of what if it happens.

Even if everything above does not exist, he is just an illusion, he is reluctant, because he will substituting it unconsciously, he will have the illusion that he has killed the wood, and at that time, between himself and the wood, there will be because of This emotional rift may lead to strangers in the world, and each will be at peace.

So, he gave up, and let the illusion of the wooden appearance stab the knife inch by inch, without crying or fussing, accepting all of this with tolerance that he had never seen before.

Mu watched Jia choose between himself and the tribe, he knew that this day would come, because he and the tribe had been on opposite sides since he fell in love with Jia, and it was like his rival in love, stumbling him everywhere He is playing dirty tricks to provoke the relationship between himself and Jia.

How could Mu not hate it? Don't tell him that you and Jia are jealous of their sense of responsibility and jealousy. He wants to eat it, but no one can do anything about it.

"Jia, we have done so much for the tribe. If we were not lucky, we would have died a long time ago. The kindness of nurturing is enough. Let's go home together." It's not like, if it's a narrative, how could Jia cry with sadness.

The author has something to say:

As a lover of sadistic literature, I successfully coded a chapter of abuse, and everyone abused it again, except Wen Zhazha, I really love Wen Zhazha I said I can be a high-cold literary fan, do you think I am It’s so handsome, I think so too. Well, I feel like a snake with such a stand-alone machine

I'm gearing up, I'm going to pick up girls, life is really lonely like snow【It's all caused by you, otherwise how could I be lonely