"It might be of great use to throw that stone away just like this."

Wang Xinghui's intestines were all green.

"Maybe I can wait here, maybe that broken stone will come back!"

Wang Xing made up his mind, and he held his hands behind his back and looked at the stone throne in front of him.

In fact, Wang Xing had noticed this stone throne for a long time, but when he first came here, he sensed that the throne had a slight resistance to him, so Wang Xing did not act rashly at that time.

Although the resistance still exists now, the resistance is no longer as powerful as before.

With his hand stretched out, his divine power surged, and Wang Xing's hand gently placed it on the stone throne.

The throne layer is dark gray and black, and there are no fancy carvings or marks on it. It is very simple, as if it is directly chopped and chopped by a large stone.

"It's the breath of time!"

Sensing the faint ethereal feeling coming from the stone throne, Wang Xing couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken.

The feeling was very light, soft, real, engraved in the heart. Wang Xing's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and his breathing became involuntarily rapid.

"A lot of things have been ruined in history, is it even you?"

The throne has spirits, but for some special reasons, the information it can convey is very limited, and Wang Xing can only guess.

Perhaps it was a war before that affected the heavenly court, and the vitality of all living beings in the heavenly court was cut off, even the stone throne was the same.

But for some reason, the stone survived.

"Wait a little longer, maybe something else happened."

At this point, the sense of attraction in Wang Xing's heart was gradually disappearing. He guessed that perhaps the person who secretly guided him wanted to bring him here!

"Is this the past or the future?"

"Is it the time node that is piled up in the dust of history?"

As he stroked the stone throne, the feeling in Wang Xing's heart became stronger and stronger. In the end, Wang Xing couldn't help but sit on the stone throne.

"boom!"

When Wang Xing sat on the stone throne, he felt a sense of aura rushing towards his heavenly spirit cover, and something seemed to be in his mind.

It's hard to explain, it's hard to explain.

Mysterious and mysterious.

It's as mysterious as the Tao.

The divine power surged in Wang Xing's mind, turning into a golden villain who was exactly the same as him, but was reduced countless times.

The golden villain appeared vividly, with his facial features exactly the same as Wang Xing.

At this moment, the golden little man frowned and looked at the bright red flower of the other side in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The other side flower was found by Wang Xing and the gray mouse Xue Yifei in the trial secret realm of Taoist sect, but the flower that was supposed to be heartbroken in love with sorrow finally turned into a other side flower.

When the red shore flower entered Wang Xing's mind, there was no extra movement. Wang Xing couldn't even expel him.

At this moment, accompanied by that mysterious feeling, the other side flower in Wang Xing's mind actually followed that special melody and rhythm.

The flower body trembles, the petals are as bright as blood, one by one, hanging down one by one, stretching backward, with a very stance.

The golden little man looked at the red red shore flower incredibly. He frowned, stared at the red shore flower tightly, and looked at it carefully.

Bo!

Suddenly, strange sounds echoed in Wang Xing's mind. Wang Xing looked in the sound, but found that one red red shore flower, the size of snowflakes, was gradually blooming from one end of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Bright red flowers on the other side came like a flood, raging in Wang Xing's mind.

Even the sky of Wang Xing's magic sea of ​​consciousness fell on the other side of the flower rain.

The golden villain transformed by Wang Xing's divine thought power was gradually submerged in the bloody sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

At the same time, with the increasing number of red spider lily, Wang Xing's consciousness became more blurred.

In the end, Wang Xing gradually lost consciousness.

...

...

Wang Xing fell into a deep sleep. He lay on the stone throne, and there was no more life fluctuations on his body.

One year.

ten years.

century.

millennium.

Ten thousand years...

Not to mention ten thousand years, just a few decades have passed. Wang Xing's body's flesh and blood have dried up. His body turned into a skeleton, and his eyes were black under his forehead bone, at a forty-five degrees. Looking at the starry sky outside the heavenly court, it seemed like he was thinking about something again.

I can't tell how long I spent, but Wang Xing just felt that he had a very long dream.

In his dream, he turned into a tree.

In the dream, a butterfly danced beside him.

In the dream, a silver wild flower that cannot be called out of its name is blooming quietly beside me.

………

………

Wang Xing had a very long dream, very real, so real that Wang Xing thought that his life might really be like this tree.

Just when Wang Xing thought he was really just a tree, a handful of heavenly fire suddenly fell from the nine heavens and fell on him.

The butterfly flapped her wings and wanted to wipe out the fire, but she was no match for the fire. As soon as her body penetrated into the fire, it instantly turned into a fireball and became ashes.

The tree that Wang Xing transformed was also lit and burned, and everything around him was destroyed.

The unknown wild flower on the sole of his feet also caught fire, and his body was burned by the ruthless flames. He lay quietly on the roots of the big tree transformed by Wang Xing, waiting for the flames to burn.

Everything disappeared, the flames destroyed everything, and the black gas rose, not knowing where it was going.

There was only a ball of black and gray left on the ground.

The whole world fell into silence again.

All of this happened under Wang Xing's eyes. He was like a bystander. Although the fire burned the tree, Wang Xing would feel pain, compared to the pain of his skin, Wang Xing felt even more heartbroken that wild flower and the white butterfly.

If so, Wang Xing was even willing to welcome death on their behalf.

But he can't, he Wang Xing is just a bystander.

"who I am?"

"Where am I?"

"Where am I going?"

During the endless years and the time when he transformed into a tree, Wang Xing had been thinking about this issue. From beginning to end, Wang Xing had a series of doubts in his heart.

He was thinking, thinking, thinking back to the past, and imagining infinite reverie.

He forgot the time, forgot all experiences, and started from scratch and walked step by step.

This dream is very long, very long.

Wang Xing dreamed that he turned into a stone.

Turned into a gust of wind.

Turned into a cloud.

Turned into a leaf.

Many, many...

There are so many that Wang Xing can’t count them himself.

However, the only thing Wang Xing cannot forget is the butterfly that disappeared from the sea of ​​fire and the unknown silver wild flower.

The dream continues...

Never end...

Like reincarnation, there are all causes and effects.

"who I am?"

"I am no one. Even if I am I, I am Wang Xing, and I am also Wu. I come and go back to chaos."

"Where am I?"

"I am in my heart, where my heart is, where I am."

"Where am I going?"

"I want to go to the end of the world, go anywhere I want to go, untie every mystery of this mysterious world, open up shackles, untie the shackles, and be free from heaven and earth without any constraints. This is where I think of it."
Chapter completed!