Cultivate with an African God

He turned around slowly, looked at the exhausted masters behind him, his excited expression slowly calmed down, with a bit of complicated expression: "I know how to get out."

Everyone had Mu Xinghe's reminders many times along the way to resolve the deadlock. At this moment, he is deeply trusted, and no one questioned him when he said such a thing, but was asked what kind of method it was.

Mu Xinghe's eyes were heavy, looking at the few people who had fought and evaded all the way and finally survived, he said slowly, "Dead—you can leave here if you die."

"Little brother, this is not a good joke..." Someone was taken aback and laughed, and then he looked at Mu Xinghe's expression, and his smile gradually stopped.Mu Xinghe has always had a lazy attitude, and his posture is so casual that he seems to be indifferent to everything. Now it is the first time that he shows such a dignified expression, which shows how serious his words are.

"What does that mean?" the man asked.

Someone else doubted: "Why should we be told to die?"

Mu Xinghe slowly raised his hand to stop their hustle and bustle, and raised his head slightly to look at the dark sky in the distance.

The light was dim, which made his light-colored eyes look a bit dark.

"Maybe everything starts with this abandoned city.——What do you think the abandoned city is, a paradise full of treasures? A trap full of death? But in fact, it can be seen from the abandoned city that it is unreasonable. A simultaneous Cities with buildings of different periods and different regional styles, with the gestures of their heyday and the richest treasures, cannot be produced by common sense, so it can be concluded that this is a man-made city.”

"This was done by the city lord," Skinny Monkey frowned deeply. "But we were already wondering what he was trying to do when we were in the inn. Now you bring this up, what do you think of?"

"I was thinking, how difficult and limitless is a strong man's ability and his treasure house to create such a city? Take a step back and say that if the entire abandoned city is an illusion, his ability can also be compared with the innate spirit treasure ...No, in controlling you, it is even better than Xiantian Lingbao."

The thin monkey's face gradually turned ugly, and asked: "What does this have to do with us?"

Mu Xinghe, however, smiled slightly: "I'm afraid you've thought of something when you're asking like this now."

"You are all people who have made great achievements and become famous in this world. You brought your brothers and subordinates to this completely strange and strange place. Why do you only have a vague understanding of the city lord and the abandoned city? You can put all your eggs in one basket for the so-called golden core?... Is this reasonable?"

When the voice fell, the horror on their faces was even better than when they faced unexplainable dangers before—because these strange things came from themselves, so they were more terrifying than external forces.

But Mu Xinghe had no time to take care of their feelings, and continued: "This is our doubt when we were in the inn. After leaving the inn, we began to face more unexplainable things. ——The death trap of doing whatever you want, which cannot be cracked To be honest, this shocks me more than the mystery in you.”

Mu Xinghe raised his hand slightly, a bit of wind lingered around his hand, and in an instant it turned into dots of starlight and fell to the ground.

"I am a person who has practiced spells for many years, and I have stayed in a world without spells for a long time." He lowered his eyes and watched the stars disappear into the snow, "The world without spells is too lost." Powerful power, however, also has the checks and balances of power and the existence of laws. In the world where spells exist, no matter how unconstrained the spells are, they also need to follow fixed rules-power has its source, and each other exists and echoes each other. , from the beginning to the generation of power, there must be a relationship to restrain it, and there is also a gap that can be integrated. This is the basis I realized from the beginning of using the spell. But after leaving the inn, all these It was all overturned."

Mu Xinghe felt the gaze, it was the white-haired swordsman looking back at him, he raised the corner of his mouth as a greeting, and continued: "This place is full of 'absolute rules', the power appears as it pleases, what it thinks When the time comes, you can die whenever you want. It cannot be solved according to the principles of magic, and can only be eliminated by sacrificing strength or sacrificing others. It violates the 'reason' but can exist, which makes me feel uneasy."

"So I started to think about the previous problems. I thought of one thing, which also has the characteristics of 'follow one's inclination', 'irregularity' and 'unreasonable'. It also makes people in the game unconsciously obey the unreasonable requirements," Mu Looking at those people with different faces, Xinghe sighed softly, "—that is a dream. And you are the people in the dream."

The thin monkey laughed dryly, his eyes were cold and gloomy, and said: "In this way, aren't we all dreaming?"

Mu Xinghe looked at him with a little pity in his eyes, but he didn't speak.His forced smile withered slowly, and his voice became lower and lower: "—it's ridiculous! My life... my brothers and friends, what I gained and what I lost, the wounds I suffered, the knives I suffered , the enemies who have been hacked, ... and myself, are they all fake?"

In his fluctuating eyes, Mu Xinghe continued to speak slowly: "My idea may be rather arbitrary, so I was not sure before. Until I saw this 'Shuangjue City', there is a city in the city, so why did it happen before?" …You who are going to various places in the city don’t know? It’s because the purple air led us to a deeper place. ——What we’re doing is not a flat city, but a terrain generated from the spiritual level .”

Mu Xinghe sighed softly, like autumn leaves falling with the wind: "This is a dream of the city lord. In the dream, it is the scenery that the city lord has seen in his life. It is the battles and heroes that impressed him most. It is what he remembers most. Seasons, and the most unforgettable obsession."

Mu Xinghe heard some small sounds, it was the white-haired swordsman leaning against the tree, holding his knife, his eyes fell on him, as calm as an ancient well.

"For you, the beginning of everything is a secret medicine to bring the dead back to life. This is also the beginning of this dream. The city lord's skill is unrivaled and omnipotent, but he can't bring people back to life. This has become his The obsession is projected in his dreams. The people he wants to save also appear in his dreams from time to time, and become clues to guide you forward."

"That man!"

Mu Xinghe nodded: "That's right...it's him, he's not the city lord. But the city lord kept him in his heart, because he couldn't bring him back to life, and he was almost crazy. In the city of Shuangjue, one is the city lord, and the other is the city lord. It must be that person. The city lord wants to save that person, and that person repeatedly appears in his dreams, giving people illusory hopes. But it is still a dream, he can't save that person, and he even knows in his heart that that person will never come again. come back, so only a few afterimages can be seen."

Black clouds pressed down on the city, and the sky was getting darker and darker. The wind blew the dust and dust. Mu Xinghe reached out to hold a blown dead leaf. When it dispersed, it turned into powder and fell on the long snow.

"At the end of the dream, all the logic begins to become chaotic, the plot begins to subvert, and it begins to go to madness and death, just like your nightmare." Mu Xinghe smiled slightly, "What do people do when they wake up and realize the nightmare? First, remind yourself of the truth Existing things, bid yourselves farewell to this dream—but can you think of your own reality?"

"I rebelled against the mountain gate when I was fifteen years old. I ate vegetable leaves discarded by others. I was blamed and insulted by others. I was beaten by others. I took the blame for others." The skinny monkey's face changed several times. People who have been rescued unintentionally followed all the way, and found their own shelter and foothold in the world bit by bit... Do you think these are all fake?"

Mu Xinghe didn't answer.

Whether it is true or false, when their thinking cannot break through the original boundary, the result is already clear.

He said again: "If you want to wake up from the dream, there is another way, and that is pain. Feel the pain yourself and let yourself exit here."

The thin monkey had already walked in front of the city wall, grasping the city wall with his fingers, picking off pieces of gravel and dust, the veins in his hands burst out, turning blue and white, but his fingertips were stained with blood due to wear and tear.

"Doesn't death mean that everything is empty? So what's the difference between being tortured and dying here?" He gritted his teeth and asked.

"Probably not," Mu Xinghe replied in a low voice, "maybe... there is a little possibility left. Even nightmares rarely end in death. Maybe dying in this dream will not even have a little bit of real consciousness." They will all perish, and if they quit, there is still a glimmer of hope that they are real."

Of course, he can't be sure, he has the truth that he can believe, and he is a complete outsider, and he can't exactly judge what their existence is.

"I can't choose for anyone," Mu Xinghe said.

The white-haired swordsman lowered his head and closed his eyes to meditate. The wind blows his white hair. He leans against the tree, but his figure is so silent and firm.

"My opinion is different from his." Suddenly, someone interrupted the silence. Mu Xinghe turned his head to look, and it turned out to be Shen Xiu who had never spoken——Shen Xiu always liked to watch from afar. , with himself around, he didn't even bother to move.

Shen Xiu's sleeve robe was blown up by the wind, bringing with it a slightly bitter fragrance.

"It's impossible to speculate with common sense here. I can't even comprehend the coming of the spell, but it is so dangerous, but no matter how desperate it is, it can be overcome by sacrificing magic weapons. This is the existence of the 'Tao', the balance between birth and death, is the Tao From this point of view, there are reasons to follow in the choice of this road—first give you desires, and then let you obtain them,” Shen Xiu’s eyes reflected the snow, “then let go of desires, let go of gains, Put yourself down again. This is a choice and a trial."

Shen Xiu looked at them, and suddenly smiled, even in such a situation, others would be slightly shaken when they saw his smile.

Shen Xiu's eyes finally fell on Mu Xinghe: "He thought of 'reason', but I thought of 'Tao', our conclusions lead to the same goal."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at the city in the distance, the dark clouds were heavy, and the city would almost be overwhelmed at any moment.

Master Mingkong looked at him in a daze. After a long time, Master Mingkong let out a long sigh, clasped his hands together, and lowered his eyebrows, reciting: "Because of emptiness, there is also an appearance, and all dharmas are empty in reality. All kinds of things are empty. When the mind arises, the dharma arises, and when the mind ceases, the dharma ceases. When the mind and state are both empty, all dharmas are also empty."

He suddenly let out a low laugh, but it swept away all the pressure hanging on his brows just now, and he had the clarity and indifference after enlightenment.He was sitting cross-legged on the treacherous land, turning the Buddhist beads in his hands, and the golden light shone around him.Flying flowers fell from the sky, and his voice became farther and farther away.

"Everything that has appearances is illusory. If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata!"

As his voice fell, his body gradually turned into light spots and slowly dispersed.

There is only a string of Buddhist beads left on the ground, which still shines brightly under the gloomy sky.

Everyone looked at the string of beads, silently.

Since then, some people have chosen to die one after another, perhaps because of the despair shrouded in long-term death, or because of the self-destructive self-abandonment when they realize that they do not really exist.Their disappearance was simpler than imagined, making people believe that what Mu Xinghe said was true.

Only the thin monkey still didn't want to believe it.He watched people disappear one by one, and silently pushed open the heavy city gate with his frayed palm.

"I'm going to ask at least—" He took a deep breath and walked forward, his figure became thinner and more determined in the stormy sky.

However, before Mu Xinghe could understand what he wanted to ask and what he was asking, a heavy sword blade emerged from the ground and pierced his body. He was still walking forward with wounds and a sharp sword all over his body. , he stumbled, and finally fell to the ground, still crawling hard, grinding bloodstains on the ground until he lost all his strength.

It took Mu Xinghe a long time to look away from the bloodstains, only to see that Kun Wudao had stood up and looked at them.

"How long have you known?" Mu Xinghe suddenly asked.

"When you find that your strength can't break through a certain limit." Kun Wudao held the knife in his hand, his white hair trembled in the wind, but his eyes were shining brightly, without any signs of fatigue.

Mu Xinghe said in surprise: "You didn't get hit when you found out that you are the person in your dream?"

Kun Wudao raised the corners of his lips slightly, showing a rare faint smile: "No, I'm very happy."

Mu Xinghe thought for a while, then asked another question: "Why are you confident that you won't die?"

"I have never thought about life and death," Kun Wudao said, "I want to go, so I will try my best to see it."

He didn't say any more, turned around and walked towards the dangerous Shuangjue City.

"He wants to find the city lord," Mu Xinghe murmured. He looked up at Shen Xiu and said, "This person has a very clear goal. He just wants to find the city lord's consciousness."

"The city lord is not awake." Shen Xiu said lightly.

"That's right," Mu Xinghe sighed, "When I came to this world, I felt that the breath of this world was very withered, and now I don't know what's going on. Besides, if a person can create such a dream world, his strength is probably already gone. On the verge of losing control, either dying or going insane."

Shen Xiu was silent for a moment: "...There may also be my reasons."

"Your strength?" Mu Xinghe asked, "If you want to take it away, the world will be destroyed? Boss, you are really getting bigger and bigger..."

Shen Xiu turned her head away and ignored him.Mu Xinghe had no choice but to quickly follow him and said, "Let's go, let's go find the city lord."

After passing through many obstacles, there are also fatal traps that are hard to guard against along the way, but they always walk into that city.

There are tall buildings in the city.

High-rise buildings have songs, flowers, moons, and wine.

But there is no one to play the qin, no one to look at the flowers, no one to admire the moon, no one to fill the wine cups, and no one to drink.

This is an empty city.

Its owner is only waiting for one person, without that person, then he does not need anyone.

There is blood all the way.

A strong man like Kun Wudao is struggling to walk under such a deadly trap, even so, his footsteps never stop.

Mu Xinghe and Shen Xiu followed the bloodstains all the way forward, and walked into the empty building. The strong smell of alcohol and blood rushed to their faces.

He saw Kunwu Dao.

Kun Wudao had scars all over his body, and his clothes were also torn, smeared with bloodstains of different shades, and the knife edge was no longer sharp. He heard the voice, turned around, and glanced at them. There was a line on his eyebrows and eyes The scars made his face look a bit miserable, but he was unusually calm and said, "You guys are here too."

Then his knife turned slightly, blocking the way of the two of them: "I know that you have a way to destroy this city now, but wait a little longer."

"What do you want?" Mu Xinghe asked, "Get rid of the cage of dreams?"

Kun Wudao shook his head. He was covered in wounds and ragged clothes, but he seemed to be in a good mood. His eyebrows were slightly raised, with some bright smiles on his face: "I'm looking for someone."

He didn't wait for them to ask any more questions, he put away his knife and walked forward.

On the tall building, wine was poured on the ground, and the table on the ground was a mess.A man was lazily lying on the table, drinking wine glass by glass.

He was born with sculpted eyebrows and phoenix eyes, with a sharp and coquettish good looks, and a tyrannical pressure that can be felt from a distance. It can be felt that he should be an unworldly strong man who can rule the world, but because of this It looks a bit downcast because of the decadent atmosphere.

The corner of Zhu Hong's sleeve was stained with wine, and he was dizzy. He propped his face and looked at the wine wearily, as if he saw nothing in his eyes.

When he saw Kun Wudao coming, he frowned: "Why did you come?"

"You recognize me?"

The city lord did not answer, but impatiently poured another glass of wine for himself: "I am not waiting for you."

"The person you were waiting for is already dead, and he can't come back even in his dream." Kun Wudao ignored the castellan's angry expression, sat down on the ground, dragged a wine jar and slapped it away to drink.

"What are you doing here?" The city lord seemed a little anxious because of being interrupted.

Kun Wudao sat up straight, lifted the wine jar, and made a muffled sound when it fell on the table. He looked at the city lord with bright eyes.

The look in those eyes seemed to be fueled by his life, burning with an inextinguishable fire, almost scalding people.

He traveled all the way, forgetting his own emptiness, not worrying about the boundless road ahead, racking his brains, and even taking the initiative to walk with others, killing and saving others, from a snowstorm night to this stormy city, just for the sake of A hearty competition, in order to explore the ultimate martial arts.

For an obsession.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, his voice echoing in the tall buildings.

"I want to fight with you—drinking wine, fighting swords, and discussing martial arts!"

The author has something to say:

I thought about it for a long time a few days ago, whether I should update it on my birthday.The general operation is to give myself a holiday on my birthday, and then go surfing to be more happy, but if it is updated, it can give you the illusion that I am hardworking, what a dilemma~

After thinking and thinking, in order to let you guys find out that I am a diligent author, I have updated it now!