After a long time, Zhang Lingdao finally woke up from that hazy and confused state, he still has a heavy brain, and he doesn't know what he is thinking, but at least he can move now.

He walked in the sea of clouds in a daze, if he was awake now, he might wonder, why did he walk in the sea of clouds?

It's a pity that he can't remember anything now, he can't think of anything, so he walks in this sea of clouds so deep and shallow.

As he walked, he picked up his sword, which was a sword with a very peculiar image, with both the wide body of the heavy sword and the dexterous hilt of the light sword, which looked very strange.

Xu was an instinctive reaction, he used his sword and pestle on the ground, this ground is obviously a layer, there is no sea of clouds at all, but he can walk on it as if he was walking on the ground.

This cloud is very peculiar, like a hard sponge, even if it is very difficult, he keeps walking.

His eyes were dull and unfocused, and he didn't know why he was leaving, and he didn't know what he was for, as if there was a message in his heart that was guiding him and guiding him to keep going.

In this way, he wore the slightly comical-looking clothes, and carried an extremely strange long sword, and kept walking in this seemingly endless sea of clouds.

He was unconscious now, and he didn't know what he was doing, like a walking corpse, alone in this vast sea of clouds.

That's it, I don't know how long I have walked, this sea of clouds still has no end, but Zhang Lingdao has never felt the slightest tiredness, maybe now he doesn't even know what exhaustion is!

It was at this time that this sea of clouds finally underwent a change, and a large area of white fog rose from the ground and the sky, covering up this sea of clouds world.

Even the man who had always been lonely in the sea of clouds was buried by this fog and could not see anything, and just when his whole person was completely hidden in the fog, a confused and empty voice sounded from it.

"Condensation but not birth, pregnancy but not gathering, steam but not dissipation, wind and clouds rise!" This is Zhang Lingdao's voice, but it is not his voice.

The voice obviously came out of his mouth, but with his age and experience, he couldn't say such simple and vicissitudes of life.

It was as if there was an old soul in his young body, uttering such a sentence through his mouth.

At the moment when this sentence came out, the sea of clouds that was originally conceived and gathered, and even wanted to cover the heavens and the earth, suddenly dissipated, leaving only Zhang Lingdao alone, standing alone on the ground.

He still held the strange sword in his hand, but the sea of clouds around him had dissipated, and he seemed to be standing in mid-air, a little at a loss.

"Who am I?" It was as if the previous words had used up all the strength of his body, and he had no other strength to speak when he spit out these three words again.

His eyes were still confused and confused, but he was a little more agile than the completely emotionless face before, and after a long time, he stood in the void, as if he had gathered the last trace of strength.

"I'm ...... I'm Zhang Lingdao! He used almost all his strength to shout this sentence out, and at the moment when this sentence was shouted, the whole world suddenly changed!

Zhang Lingdao's body was originally empty, and all the light in the world gathered here, as if it was just to set him off. But after his words appeared, the wind suddenly rose, and the world changed.

His robe, which looked extremely strange, was hunting under the blowing of this strong wind! The whole world seemed to be in the middle of a painting, and in the wind, a huge land began to spread out from under his feet.

Just like the sea of clouds before it, this land almost came out of nothing, covering the entire world. The wind was still blowing, and Zhang Lingdao's long hair, which almost reached his back, was also flying everywhere in the wind.

There was a hint of clarity in his eyes, and it was this hint of clarity that made the long sword in his hand emit a brilliant green light.

The wide sword body slowly shrank inward, and the blade gradually turned into a faint green light, and he unconsciously put the sword on the ground, and at the moment when the tip of the sword touched the ground, a trace of greenery also walked from the long sword to the ground.

In that trace of green, there is not only endless vitality, but also infinite madness, just like the repetition of the earth's extension just now, almost in the blink of an eye, a large area of green covers the entire land.

Just when this piece of greenery was stretching wildly, the confused and crazy look in Zhang Lingdao's eyes was gradually disappearing, and his eyes were becoming clearer and brighter.

The wind continued to blow, and the green, which was originally only a light layer of green, began to grow wildly in this crazy blowing breath!

It seems to have been shown on TV, using a high-definition camera to film all the life of the plant, and finish it in ten seconds, which is the grand scene that appears now.

Dense greenery appeared in this vast land, which soon ended their lives, and then the cycle continued to grow higher and higher.

Zhang Lingdao still stood in place, waiting for himself, surrounded by patches of grass, and the whole person was buried in green, as if repeating the previous story.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust, what is gone will pass away, and what will come will end." It was another quaint and vicissitudes of life, and Zhang Lingdao reappeared in this sky.

The long sword in his hand was gone, and the strange clothes on his body were gradually shrinking in a way that could be seen by the naked eye, turning into a suit that looked very normal.

With him as the center, the green meadow slowly disappeared, and the void reappeared, and he still stood there, silent.

His somewhat lowered head was also raised, and he continued to mumble to himself, "My name is Zhang Lingdao, 22 years old, from Tianjing!" But why am I here......

At this, the words broke again, as if all he could remember was this, and he still ignored everything around him, but the phone that he groped for in his pocket.

The style of the mobile phone is blurry, and I can't see what kind of thing it is, but I can feel that there is a lot of information on it.

Zhang Lingdao raised his head suddenly, and threw the phone away, "No! It's the year 1000 A.D., where did the electronics come from? ”

The things that were scattered seemed to break all the shackles in his mind!

ps: Thanks for the monthly pass of the difference of two points and the balance of imbalance.