The picture world in my mind is real, and the pain of being cut in half is also calling me...

All people?!

Oh no, it’s the second generation that’s gone.

These things are the scenes he is experiencing in the Holy God Continent. Are they connected to the telepathic connection?

"Rumble!"

The rapidly collapsing world of Taixu spread to the center where the master and apprentice were sitting on the ground.

Mr. Sang was not moved by the vision, but looked at the young man in front of him: "It's time for you to go back."

"No! It's all a dream!" Xu Xiaoshou shook his head. He couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion. He had been sleeping for too long.

"I will protect you and ensure the complete return of your consciousness and soul." Sang Lao stood up, and there seemed to be light under his feet. "Remember if you have trouble in the future, communicate with me through the Black Flame God. The role of the virtual image is not only for fighting.

, and still have contact.”

"No! It's impossible!" Xu Xiaoshou felt that everything around him was blurring. He couldn't pull hard, couldn't pull hard, and his butt seemed to be stuck to the ground.

Sang Lao smiled at the stubborn child and stopped exerting his strength. With a "boom", the ground beneath their feet shattered.

The embers were swept by the white flames.

So close, so far away in an instant.

When we met for the second time, Mr. Sang became very reserved. He no longer tried to persuade or leave anything behind, he was just a listener.

The child in his eyes has grown up, but instead he has become that child who talks endlessly, outputting to his heart's content and almost never stopping.

It's hard to say goodbye when we meet.

When the figure in his sight was so far away that it almost became a small dot, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't hold himself any longer.

He stood up in the broken chaos, his soul consciousness was withdrawing from the Taixu world, but he could shout loudly:

"Old man, I'm on the throne!"

The white light was extremely eye-catching in the chaos. Sang Lao, who seemed to be standing on the scroll, calmly put his hands behind his back, read the implication, and responded:

"good."

Xu Xiaoshou stretched out his hand, but couldn't touch anything:

"The Holy Emperor is still afraid of me. Even if the half-Saints come out in full force, I can still destroy them with the palm of my hand!"

Old Sang laughed:

"good."

Xu Xiaoshou's nose felt sore again, he held his hands in front of his mouth and shouted:

"Actually, I already knew this was your Taixu world!"

"Okay..." Mr. Sang's calm and indifferent voice only appeared half of the third word "good", and his voice suddenly became abnormal, twelve points more frantic:

"I knew it! I knew it! You are so rebellious..."

Plop.

White flames swallow up everything.

Xu Xiaoshou's teary-eyed face had not yet fully formed, like a villain, when he suddenly felt that his consciousness was wrong, and reality and illusion were intertwined.

"boom!"

The world of chaos is no more.

The broken Taixu world is no longer.

The last scene in sight was a huge mouth with sharp canine teeth, and it suddenly bit down and slashed at his waist.

"What a fool!"
Chapter completed!