Brother He: "The people who were resting in the room before are all gone now, so can we think that we entered this space together the moment we stepped out of the door?"

"I agree with Senior Brother He's statement! Now everyone in the house is gone, and no matter how we go now, we can't leave this inn. The shopkeeper and the waiter are gone, so we must be trapped."

Qin Jincheng: "The table in my room is gone."

Loud voice: "Aren't you talking nonsense? You moved out by yourself, everyone saw it, it's in the lobby... Huh? No, if we entered another space as soon as we came out, then your room should be maintained It looks like it has a table."

"Brother Da, what you said seems to be wrong, right? He took out the table, even if it remains the same, it still remains empty after taking it out?"

Loud voice: "Tsk, think about it for yourself! If we entered this space after stepping out of the door, then he is equivalent to bringing things from the real world into this space. This table is originally in the store. Yes, if someone wants to reproduce the same space as reality to confuse us, he needs to reproduce it exactly, so his room should maintain the appearance of a table."

"...Senior brother Da, you made me even more confused."

loud:"……"

Brother He: "If he has entered a different space since he walked out of the door, then when he turns around and returns to the room, it is also a different space, because when the people in the room are gone, the items in the different space should still be It exists, so theoretically, there will be a table that exists in a different space in the room."

Qin Jincheng: "But not now, so we didn't enter the different space after stepping into the door, but earlier, at least before I moved the table." In this way, the original table here is moved, So now there is nothing in the room.

However, before he left the room, he could still see Wen Yunlin and talk to Wen Yunlin, so there should be other opportunities.

An opportunity to trap a few of them here.

What do they have in common that could be an opportunity?

Qin Jincheng pondered for a moment, then heard the loudspeaker say: "I'll try first to see if I can break it with spiritual power!"

After all, he summoned his natal spiritual weapon, his spiritual power suddenly surged, and he rushed to one of the walls of the inn!

"Wait!" Brother He didn't even have time to stop it, and saw the spiritual power that was blasted out by the loudspeaker bounce back!

Brother He quickly set up a defensive barrier, but the distance was still too close, and the people around here were still shocked by this powerful spiritual power, and some immortals with relatively low cultivation bases were shocked to vomit blood directly .

Loud voice: "Well, I also use such a strong spiritual power."

Brother He: "Since using strong ones won't work, then we can only wait."

"Wait? Brother He, when are we going to wait?"

Brother He: "Since we are trapped here, the culprit will eventually show up. Maintaining a different space consumes a lot of spiritual power. Even if this space is only the size of an inn, it will consume a lot. I guess the culprit The culprit should be watching us somewhere now, and he won’t come out until we exhaust our spiritual power to find a way out.”

Loud voice: "It makes sense."

Senior Brother He looked at Qin Jincheng: "This fairy, what do you think?"

"I'm thinking..." Qin Jincheng motioned them to look at the table he just moved down. On the table, there was a pile of ghosts with empty eyes.

Qin Jincheng: "These ghosts, did they wait until their spiritual power was exhausted and their lifespan exhausted?"

Everyone: "..."

Looking at the ghosts with empty and unfocused eyes, many people shuddered at the thought that they might look like this after death.

Brother He: "Improbable. These ghosts are all young people, which means that they are not old and dead at least."

Qin Jincheng: "The soul is not old, but the body is old."

Loudspeaker: "Hahaha, how can there be such a saying, the human soul is still dead, if they really wait until they die of old age, then they must look old now."

Qin Jincheng: "..."

Big Trumpet: "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

Qin Jincheng: "No, that's right." So, it's not a question of the speed of time.

Brother He carefully checked the ghosts, and said, "The soul of fate and the two souls of heaven are gone, so it became like this? Why don't all the ghosts have these? Are they forcibly separated?"

Qin Jincheng didn't really care about these ghosts before, so he didn't care too much about what kind of soul they lost. Now that he thinks about it, if the two souls are gone, the human soul will become a puppet that can be controlled at will Yet?

No, no, if it is to turn them into puppets of living corpses, then their corpses should not be here, but locked in the corpses, so the order of understanding is reversed, they should be forcibly manipulated first, and then Only then was the soul removed.

There are many reasons for people to leave their souls, such as being stimulated, or...the sea of ​​consciousness is injured.

Qin Jincheng suddenly remembered something, and suddenly looked at the black egg hanging above his head.

If the black egg felt it, it slowly floated in front of Qin Jincheng, and it cracked open with a "click".

A stream of black air floated out from inside, and quickly condensed into the shape of a writing brush, and quickly turned into gold.

Qin Jincheng reached out and grabbed the golden pen.

But this time the scene he saw was completely different from before.

Before he picked up the pen, he could see countless colorful lines floating around him. He couldn't see the end of the line, but he only needed to touch a line lightly with the pen, and he could quickly come to the dreamer's place. around.

But now, his surroundings are no longer a pile of countless threads, but extremely empty, but when he looked up, he found that his head had been connected with a thread.

The line went all the way up to the top of the inn. Not only him, but the other people trapped here had also been connected with a line to the top of the inn.

And the threads on the heads of all of them gathered at the top of this inn and were bundled into a ball!

There are dream threads on their heads, which means that they have entered a dream, and the dream threads are tied together, which means that they have entered the same dream.

No wonder the flow of time is different, no wonder those ghosts lost their life soul and sky soul.

In the dream he was still alive, but in reality his body was already dead.

Because the consciousness before death was still in the dream, and even because he was too addicted to the dream, even his own soul was cut into it, so after death, the soul was incomplete, unable to enter hell and reincarnation, so he could only stay in the world of the sun.

They lack the spiritual intelligence of the chief officer's memory, their eyes are empty, they don't remember the past, they don't know who they are, and their memory is very poor, it can almost be said that they forget it just by looking at it.

The flow of time in the dream is completely different from reality, but judging by the burnt incense, at least the time in this dream is passing faster than the outside world.

Qin Jincheng raised his pen, and was about to brush away the black line sticking to his head, but when the tip of the pen was about to touch the line, he suddenly stopped.

Wait, the time flow in this dream is faster than the outside world. Does that mean that if he spends a few days cultivating here, only a few hours have passed in reality?

This inn has set up a restriction, and the spiritual power hitting the restriction will rebound doubled, so what about the magic energy hitting it?

But there are so many immortal cultivators here, Qin Jincheng didn't want to reveal his identity as a demon cultivator in front of them, lest he waste more time talking, so he turned around and walked upstairs.

"This fairy!" Brother He stopped him: "Right now, we should not disperse subtleties, lest we be defeated one by one."

Qin Jincheng: "I thought of a way and want to try it."

"any solution?"

Qin Jincheng: "Cross the catastrophe, let the sky thunder split this space."

other people:"……"

Brother He: "Although this method is reckless, it seems that it is not impossible. Xianjun, are you about to reach the threshold of promotion?"

Qin Jincheng said perfunctorily, "It's almost the same, so I'll give it a try."

Most monks don't want strange monks to approach them when they practice, so Qin Jincheng's behavior of going back to the room alone is not difficult to understand.

Several young disciples of Xuan Yuzong were also interested in this simple and violent method, and they all felt that they could try it too.

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About crossing the catastrophe, Qin Jincheng originally just said it casually in order to find a suitable reason for himself to practice in seclusion, but after practicing, Qin Jincheng discovered that without the suppression of spiritual energy, his cultivation could really make a leap forward Advance!

This body was conceived by the demonic energy, and the demonic energy was already wrapped around his body, and the demonic energy even condensed into an eggshell, wrapping him up.

Now that Qin Jincheng consciously wanted to cultivate, he realized that the black eggs around him were simply a demonic energy generator!

Qin Jincheng put restraints in all directions of the room, so although the devilish energy filled the whole room, none of it escaped.

Qin Jincheng was bathed in this strong demonic energy, like a fish in water. The whole cultivation process was extremely smooth, and he soon reached the high level of the primordial demon state, which was a little short of breaking through to the returning cloud state.

So, Lei Jie really came.

Thunder Tribulation is the test of heaven for monks, no matter where the monks are, as long as they are about to break through to another level, they will attract Thunder Tribulation.

Even in a dream, no exception!

Qin Jincheng could feel that his thunder calamity was approaching, so he held the golden pen early on and saw clearly the direction of the lines above his head.

……

On the other side of the dream line is a man in red with a brush in his hand.

A large group of people collapsed around the man in red, and a white mist appeared above the heads of these people.

The man in red hovered among these people, holding a pen to write and draw on each cloud of white mist, with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

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