Chapter 317

He called himself Ye Xuan. Is there a similar creature in the four-dimensional and half empty space? Is he his projection, or is he his own?

Or do you have nothing to do with him, just two unrelated creatures?

"Ye Xuan, I'm asking you something." Said the young man, squinting at Meng Xuan. With his rise, he stood up like a God. Behind the countless lights were radial, forming a huge wheel. In every rainbow light, there is a life like him.

On the body of the four-dimensional half life spirit, there are countless possibilities and identities, which are superimposed together to form the sound of this living creature.

Looking at his accomplishments, Meng Xuan was not powerful, but he also had the strength of the dragon and elephant. It's just that his life level is very high. Seems to be able to achieve the point of invisibility, melting into the void.

"Come and have a look." Meng Xuan replied casually, looking around.

"You are not ye Xuan!" The young man suddenly stopped and looked at him, "you are not a four-and-a-half dimensional creature!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone stood up and put their eyes on Meng Xuan. And there's one voice after another.

"Ye Xuan, find sand similar to you."

"Time and space crisscross, there are always two similar people, with the same face as you, and you, beautiful."

Soon, a figure in the distance came quickly through the void. He carries a pair of Vajra wings, a piece of golden, holding a round of Vajra carving, stepping into the air.

This person is the same as Meng Xuan in both eyes and appearance. Behind this man, there are also many big wheels composed of rainbow lights, which are rotating behind him.

This is also a four and a half dimensional creature.

Meng Xuan and his eyes were all shocked.

"It's not my projection in other four dimensions." Ye Xuan said.

Meng Xuan looked at him and narrowed his eyes. He was the same as him, even his eyes were the same. But the difference is that many of his powers are different. Such as the Immortal King, such as Taotie armed map.

Everyone looked at Meng Xuan, very curious. A four-dimensional void creature, unexpectedly came here, how did he do it?

"How do you become four and a half dimensional creatures? Is it congenital? " Meng Xuan asked, looking at these creatures. Although he was a fairy king in his previous life, it was the first time that he saw this kind of creature. Life, which is composed of countless four-dimensional life trajectories, is developing rapidly.

"You are just a four-dimensional creature. Once you touch this level, it will be bad for you." Ye Xuan said, looking at Meng Xuan, a little shocked.

Is there really two similar grains and leaves in the desert of the universe?

Meng Xuan didn't speak, so he was ready to retreat. Indeed, as he said, his cultivation level is still low. It is to break into the void with arbitrary door. If you touch it by force, it's really bad for you, and you are likely to be infected with big cause and effect.

Just as he was about to retreat, he was stunned because he saw an eight winged sky dragon scurrying at high speed and disappearing at the end of the sky. I also saw yunshang, Su Jiujiu, Tang Zongheng and others, all carrying Hongguang and going away.

That eight wing sky dragon is Meng Tianji!

"Is it from here that he changed the Vientiane Sutra? This kind of Scripture is very similar to the four and a half dimensional state of life. He can transform everything in the world. Can be real dragon, Phoenix, universe tree, and so on Meng Xuan's eyes twinkled, "and the four-dimensional half life spirit is formed by the superposition of innumerable self. The lives of countless individuals constitute four and a half dimensional creatures. This is fundamentally similar to the Vientiane Sutra

Meng Tianji turns eight wing sky dragon, so in another plane, will there be countless Meng Tianji? Is there Meng Tianji who is a village doctor, a great Confucian, a fairy king, and a dragon with eight wings?

So where is the real noumenon of Meng Tianji?

Meng Xuan didn't dare to think about it. The more he contacted, the more shallow he felt his cultivation.

Ye Xuan stares at Meng Xuan, suddenly full of murderous opportunities: "this person, if I devour him and turn him into my own life track, then I will have a layer of understanding."

"No, cause and effect."

"Never."

They all tried to persuade each other, but ye Xuan didn't listen at all. He rushed to Meng Xuan and quickly called Meng Xuan with Jingang Zhuo in his hand. Meng Xuan's sneering smile appeared in the corner of his mouth. His body flashed, disappeared in the four-dimensional and half void, and appeared in the trial valley. He has written down the coordinates and is ready to go for a stroll.

"My Lord, that kind of place can't survive for a long time. It will be contaminated with some terrible things."

"Yes, I always feel that the place is full of strangeness."

Meng Xuan nodded: "it's really weird. I met a person who is similar to me. I'm going to find an opportunity to kill him later, or I'll replace him and explore the four-dimensional half life spirit. "

"Ah, you must be successful as soon as possible. You can't delay. The world is going to be in chaos. The four-dimensional half life spirit has appeared. It seems that the fifth dimensional creature must exist. If it is in this world, it will be a catastrophe. " Meng Xuan sighed, feeling things more and more complicated.

This exploration is not fruitless. At least we know that his transformation of the Vientiane Sutra originates from the four-dimensional and half void. It is very likely that it is derived from the supreme existence there.

Many people have crossed the other side and appeared outside the valley of trial. A lot of people are panting, and some have fallen.

Wen Jintong stood at the edge of the valley, looked at it and said, "how can I feel that there are some strong breath in the valley?"

"There is a relatively complete mark of the demon man." Mr. Tu said that he didn't try to get into it any more.

"Oh, no, the eight demons are still in it." Wen said.

Young master Tu is red lipped and white toothed. He is very pretty. He is a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. "Look at his fortune."

"It's just an incomplete eight demon fetus. The master of the cave doesn't have to be so careful." Said the dark corpse.

Jianwuyi also nodded: "yes, they have been born for decades, but they are just the cultivation of the other shore, which is a little too bad."

Childe Tu didn't speak. He just looked down.

The angry King Kong of the dark temple hasn't come out yet. He and the dark Bone Demon, the little God King of the end of the earth, are trying to get close to the eight mysterious clocks.

After Meng Xuan appeared, he rushed to the other side. All of a sudden, his body was shocked, and the sound of crying came from his ear. He was compassionate and contained mystery. Listen in the ear, only feel very compassion, grief abnormal.

It is derived from the first weeping sound of Taichu Liuyin!

Meng Xuan looked ahead and found that someone was approaching the eight door mystery clock. The strange big clock revived. He also quickly approached and left, abandoning the feeling of compassion in his heart. In the distance, he saw the angry eye King Kong casting a Dharma image. The golden body is immortal, standing in front of a huge ancient clock.

This ancient clock is very strange. It has eight doors, which are distributed on the clock body and are full of many lines. A huge door was facing the angry King Kong, which was like a grimace and spread out crying.

"Wu Wu Wu!" The cry came again, and the black ripples spread, sweeping the angry King Kong.

All of a sudden, he coughed up blood, shed tears in his eyes, half knelt on the ground, with a look of horror.

"Ring for me!" The angry King Kong suddenly got up and hit the door of the ancient clock with one blow. However, the ancient bell did not shake, but burst out a more powerful cry.

The angry King Kong screamed, his hair was covered and his gold body was about to burst. The color of horror appeared in his eyes. The heart of Tao was shaken, and the foundation of Tao was about to be broken.

"Let's go." Wen Jintang yelled, "the eight mysterious clocks are magic clocks. They are very terrible. For so many years, only my master, Mr. Tu, has succeeded in ringing them."

"Come on, don't try." Several people in the dark temple opened their mouths.

But the angry King Kong didn't pay attention to it. He approached the eight gate Xuanji clock again. Unexpectedly, as soon as he approached, he was swept by the ripples released from the magic clock. His whole body cracked, and cracks appeared in both DaoHai and Tiandi Shenqiao.

The angry King Kong coughed up blood. He gave a gloomy glance, retreated to a safe place and looked at the magic clock.

"I'll try." Dark corpse embryo says, he is also rushed past. The cry came again and enveloped him. Dark corpse body a shock, sounded his own experience. Before he was born, he died in the mother and became a stillborn. Fortunately, his parents didn't give up. They interweaved the rules with him all day and wanted him to continue to be born.

After hundreds of years of gestation, the dead corpses began to channelize, giving birth to another independent consciousness. But after he was born, he was full of white eyes and sarcastic eyes.

As a child, he knew that he was different from others. He was a corpse psychic.

He knelt down and began to cry: "it's no fun living, I want to die."

The angry King Kong opened his mouth and issued a Buddhist voice: "wake up!"

This voice of Buddha is just like the roar of a lion. It bursts in the trial valley. The whole trial Valley is shaking. Countless cracks appear on the earth, crisscross and interweave. The brands were shattered before they came near.

The cry in the ears of the dark corpse disappeared. He stood up, and his compassion disappeared, and Gujing bubo was restored.

He sighed: "it's hard to get close without a firm heart and extraordinary talent. This ancient clock is very strange. "

The little God King of the end of the earth strides forward, his right leg is as tight as a spear, shining with gold. He played a golden top kick and kicked the eight mysterious clocks.

When!

A clear bell rang, eight door mystery clock was shaken!

Xiao Huangji and Tu Gongzi both looked at each other and saw the joy in each other's eyes.

"After such a long time, finally someone can shake the eight mysterious clocks." Said Tu.

Xiao Huangji said, "I just don't know how many bells he can make."