One Thousand Six Hundred and Eighty-Four. Zhuang Zhou Dreamed of a Butterfly, Who Is Real and Who Is Fake

The traffic is heavy and the buildings are tall.

In front of him is a world of concrete and cement, and in his ears is the sound of car horns.

Yan Zhaoge watched this scene quietly, squinting his eyes.

It is not the scene of the Great Destruction that has been haunting him all the time, but many things buried deep in his memory, as if he has forgotten them.

It is too long ago. Before, only when he associates with the familiar names such as the Monkey King, Erlang Shen Yang Jian, Nezha the Third Prince, and Guanyin Bodhisattva, would he occasionally think of the earlier things.

But it is just to recall some myths and legends, some literature materials, some film and television images, etc. in his memory, and think of those things that are barely related to today's life.

Most of the information that is not related to the present is just a bubble that floats slightly in his heart, and then immediately sinks back into the sea and disappears in the next moment.

The time is so long and so long that Yan Zhaoge sometimes subconsciously thinks that the experience in the Heavenly Palace before the Great Destruction is his past.

However, many things may settle for a while, but they are obviously still there and have never been truly forgotten.

Yan Zhaoge blinked his eyes and looked at the face in front of him that was exactly the same as his own.

"Have you ever doubted that everything in front of you is unreal?" The other party said calmly: "In this world, there are similarities with the legends that you are familiar with in your earliest memory, but there are also many differences. Have you ever thought about why? Could it be that this is just your own dream. Here, you blend memories and diverge your thoughts, causing the legends in your memory to change?"

"Or, everything in the past was just a dream?"

"Zhuangzi dreamed of butterflies in the morning, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. Who is real and who is fake..."

Before the voice was finished, the image in front of him suddenly began to shake.

Tall buildings collapsed, streets twisted, the sky collapsed, and everything began to disintegrate like a pile of sand, turning into grains of fine sand.

The other "self" in front of him disappeared.

After a slight trance, Yan Zhaoge came back to his senses, and the scene in front of him returned to normal, just like before.

He was still standing beside Feng Yunsheng, with one hand on her back.

Luo Yuan condensed above Feng Yunsheng's head, and blood mist kept lingering.

The source of the blood mist was the old man standing opposite, with light and shadow floating in the black auspicious cloud above his head, and the scene changed.

In front of the old man, stood Suo Mingzhang.

Suo Mingzhang's palm was still inserted into the old man's chest.

However, at the moment, Suo Mingzhang's whole body was floating with a faint glow, which condensed into inscriptions, and when arranged, it turned into a layer of barriers, covering Suo Mingzhang himself, Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng at the same time.

The tall short-haired man, with a cold and fierce look in his eyes, stared at the original heart demon.

The old man sighed: "Jie Tian, ​​the name is well-deserved!"

Suo Mingzhang said nothing, and his body was covered, as if cutting off the inside and outside of the world, and the unique glow began to expand and move towards the wider and farther around.

The barrier of light covered the places it passed through, and there were faint streams of light in the void that were constantly being cut off, isolating the inside and the outside.

The figure of the original heart demon was shaking like water ripples at this moment.

In this process, his body that seemed to not belong to this world and was like a dream bubble seemed to be gradually turning into a solid entity, allowing people in this world to really touch it.

The fist that Suo Mingzhang probed into his chest was still surging with endless starlight and endless sun flames.

At this moment, the old man frowned slightly, as if he finally felt uncomfortable, and could feel the burning on the fist and the destructive power contained in it.

"The young are formidable." The original heart demon sighed softly, and his figure gradually began to become transparent, as if he was about to turn into a stream of light and decompose.

But Suo Mingzhang clenched his fist tightly, as if it had turned into a bottomless black hole, from which even light could not escape, pulling the current body of the original heart demon.

The original heart demon's eyes flashed lightly, and there seemed to be water light on his body, soaking Suo Mingzhang's arm.

Suo Mingzhang groaned, and the mysterious flow of the Book of Heaven was blocked,

blocking the counterattack of the original inner demon.

The fight between the two sides was not as fierce as that of ordinary warriors, but the intensity was not inferior at all, and even more so.

The original inner demon continued to attack Suo Mingzhang's defense. As long as he broke through, the inside and outside would be united. He would not only know everything Suo Mingzhang was thinking, but also push Suo Mingzhang into the abyss of the inner demon and make it difficult for him to extricate himself, and defeat him without a fight.

While resisting the invasion of the inner demon, Suo Mingzhang restrained and cracked the graceful magic of the original inner demon, forcibly dragged it out of the illusion into the real world, and then severely damaged it.

In the battle for the Zhuxian formation in the past, Suo Mingzhang fought against the ancient Buddha Ran Deng who had the 24 Zhutian Dinghaizhu in his hand, and became famous again.

But because of his personal experience, the original inner demon had a chance to take advantage of it.

In fact, among the masters of the same level, the original inner demon is indeed a more difficult opponent for Suo Mingzhang.

The state of mind of a Daluo celestial being is naturally stable and few people can shake it.

But if one must say who can do it, then the original heart demon, the source of all the inner demons in the world, is naturally the best choice.

Especially the original heart demon who has recovered from his injuries and returned to his peak state.

Under the attack of the original heart demon in his peak state, even a strong man in the Daluo realm, if his state of mind has a flaw, may be broken in a very short time.

The original heart demon has always been praised as the head of the absolute demons and the first demon under the Dao realm. It is not a fluke, and it has never been just because he is immortal.

However, the Suo Mingzhang he was facing at the moment had a mysterious way of cutting the sky, which made it difficult for the original heart demon to win.

However, the original heart demon was not in a hurry.

Although Suo Mingzhang's cutting the sky divine light protected Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng at the moment, the trance just now was enough for Nie Jingshen and Shadow Demon in Jiuyou to gain the upper hand.

Under the blood mist, Feng Yunsheng groaned, and the chaotic abyss above his head shook again, and the magic faded, like boiling water.

And in the dark clouds, in the dark abyss, among the twelve pillars, the pillar that symbolized the end of the law of the sky demon became more and more illusory, but also more and more vicious.

Feng Yunsheng was disturbed by the original heart demon and lost the initiative. The situation suddenly deteriorated rapidly.

Even if he came to his senses in time and wanted to stop it, he couldn't stop.

Luo Yuan above his head gradually showed signs of disintegration, and the blood mist became more and more aggressive, and spread towards her, looking at the appearance as if he wanted to suck her directly into Jiuyou.

Yan Zhaoge placed his palm close to Feng Yunsheng's back, and naturally understood the changes in the situation.

His other hand immediately slid in the air, writing talismans one after another.

"Senior Suo." Yan Zhaoge called softly, and a starlight automatically flew out from Suo Mingzhang's sleeves and cast towards Yan Zhaoge.