"Let's go." Jiang Wang stepped onto the star bridge.

The galaxy higher up in the sea of ​​dense clouds and thunder fluttered like a thin veil, quickly rolling away.

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In the fading starlight, three stars fell.

They passed through the heavy clouds and were washed away by the sea of ​​thunder.

After the starlight is peeled off, if you look closely, you can see the illusion of light flowing and the glimpse of dusk - clearly three crystal clear immortal thoughts.

This is Jiang Wang's gift.

One of them melted into the lightning, and traveled around the East China Sea with the shock of lightning, leaving it to Wang Changji, who would come with Huang Quan later.

All clues about the bones he investigated at sea will be taken over by Wang Changji.

A stone suddenly fell into the sea, wandering in the endless waves, wandering on an altar in the crevices of the seabed.

This one is given to Yin Guan, detailing the plan to rescue King Chu Jiang, giving him information on Yizhen Dao, as a bargaining chip in the deal with Jingguo, and telling him not to be impulsive.

The last fairy thought turned into a rainbow light, hung in the sky, and then went to Linzi.

This one is for Chongxuan Sheng. It contains all the thoughts he has had since his arrival on Uxia Island - let Chongxuan Sheng do the thinking. He has to do things he is better at.

The three fairy thoughts dispersed like flying fireflies, flying in the endless rainstorm.

Tian Anping has been looking at the sky for a long time.

The trajectory of every drop of rain is clearly outlined in his mind. Every twist and turn of lightning is a brush of Dao marks.

He had been puzzled for a long time, and now he began to doubt——

Does that extreme height not exist?

Is the place where Jiang Wang once stood in Dongzhen Realm just a fantasy?

Otherwise, why can't we find such a path no matter how we search?

Is there any unsolvable problem in the world?

Is there any place in the world that cannot be reached?

He raised his pale and slender hand, the broken chain tied to his wrist swayed gently, and his fingers rested on his throat.

The sword scar on the throat is just a shallow line.

But it does exist.

That sword had indeed come, he had obviously seen it.

"Jiang Wang was in your subconscious just now." A young and energetic voice sounded at this time.

"Oh." Tian Anping said.

"Jiang Wang." The young voice said.

Tian Anping said "hmm".

The young voice emphasized: "He looks at you."

Tian Anping seemed to have come back to his senses at this time and noticed the specific content of what the man said. But he just raised his eyes: "What does it matter?"

The young voice also fell silent for a moment, as if he was choked.

It's really puzzling to say.

With what Tian Anping has done and what he is about to do, once exposed, he will definitely die without a burial place.

Jiang Wang had just stepped into the subconscious gaze, and he had almost put Sauvignon Blanc on Tian Anping's neck!

He walked through a critical moment of life and death, but he didn't seem to care.

Even... the person who came could have reminded him of the fact that Jiang Wang walked into his subconscious sea, but because they could not affect the plan, they did not remind him and almost watched him die.

He wasn't even angry.

Not even a hint of anger.

What is going on in this person’s mind?

His way of thinking cannot be applied to anyone's past experience.

It does not conform to the common understanding of "people".

The young voice said inexplicably: "I remember you don't want to die either."

"I still have many questions about this world, and I don't want to die." Tian Anping said almost emotionlessly: "I am not dead now."

If you don't die, forget it?

No fear?

Not uneasy?

"Anyway...he's gone!" the young voice asked: "Don't you want to know why he came and why he left?"

"So, where did he go?" Tian Anping asked.

"I don't know either." The young voice said: "There are many forces involved in this round. We are all constantly spying on others and hiding ourselves at the same time. No one knows anyone. I can't keep an eye on all Jiang Wang's actions at any time.

Without being noticed, I only felt his ripples in your subconscious ocean by staring at you."

Tian Anping seemed to really not care what Jiang Wang was going to do. Jiang Wang was already gone, that was enough.

He asked: "The person I chatted with last time was King Zhao, why is it you this time?"

"This just shows that we are of one mind and have the same will. We can better advance our plans." The young voice said with a smile, "Isn't this a good thing?"

Tian Anping opened his mouth: "Shenxia."

"What?" asked the young voice.

"It's okay." Tian Anping's fingers were still on his throat.

"Do you feel pain?" the young voice asked: "When that sword pierces your throat."

There were thunders and heavy rains like waterfalls.

Tian Anping stroked his throat, raised his head again, looked at the sky, and murmured: "All the cracks in the world are the door to the truth."

His confused eyes were like a sword, cutting a gap in the sea of ​​dark clouds and thunder in the sky at this moment.

A ray of skylight that had not been seen for a long time actually penetrated the rain curtain and fell on his slightly upturned face.

And his fingers were like swords, piercing his throat along the sword path——

"The only question is how you open it."

At this moment, he took the last step to the top.

The terrifying Yuan Power roared in all directions, causing tides in the sky and violent waves in the sea.

The terrifying sound of an extraordinary monk reaching the top covered up all the waves.

At the moment when everyone was looking at him, everyone also ignored him.

In the darkness, the heart of heaven is like a dream.

In the depths of the soul that cannot be seen by the eye or examined by the mind, a door that seems both virtual and real has been erected.

And the young voice belonging to Shen Xia, hidden in it, said softly——

"open"!

Boom boom boom!

The thunder in the sky has not stopped.

This door is extremely heavy.

This is……

The door to falsehood.

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