The invisible high-speed tunnel fragments are like a kaleidoscope of high-speed transformation, and countless fragments are generated at each moment, and each moment, these fragments are being pieced together into different routes. Even chain decisions cannot describe the state of change of the entire route in such a short period of time, because my brain cannot bear this excessive amount of information, and leaves it entirely to a vague intuition to judge which route I should enter.

This choice is instantaneous, as the enemy's actions are also generated instantaneously, having the most direct impact on the creation and disappearance of fragments. If you can't make a decision in the first place, you will completely miss the opportunity and even fall into passivity.

In the face of the alienated Youjiang, there can be no even momentary hesitation, not even a wrong choice.

I had little time to think, and I was completely mobilized by intuition and instinct, running at high speeds. The difference in efficiency between straight lines and roundabouts will be reduced to the extreme when the speed is extremely high, but the non-movement efficiency factors that were not valued in the past will suddenly become important.

In the eyes of outsiders, it may only be a blink of an eye. My spear has pierced through the "heavy and sluggish" Grey Mist Demon. I immediately felt an uncountable, dense wrenching force gnawing at the spear, as if it had stuffed a foreign object into a speeding machine. I suddenly felt that this was the peculiarity of this gray mist demon. However, at this level, the most it can do is to crush the spear.

The spear was made of fourth-level magic patterns, and the material used was the endless temporary data hedging phenomenon on the scene, and in this sense, it was not depleted at all, even if it was mysterious. It can even allow me to suppress the alienated right river in the last eruption.

When the path of movement of the alienated right river was shortened to a length in my mind that made me feel that the crisis was imminent, the spear suddenly snapped, and I retreated, and the gray mist demon naturally refused, and it caught up. But it is sluggish and cumbersome in my eyes. It has a mystery, and it has no purpose for the quick sweep, and I think, perhaps in Father Sissen's vision, that this kind of thing would come in handy, and it would definitely not be the occasion to go head-to-head with me.

The aftermath of the data hedge is being absorbed by the fourth-level magic pattern, which cannot be seen with the naked eye, nor can it be observed with chain judgment, but it is very clear in my feelings. Phenomena that can be observed. It's just that the half-broken spear is being replenished at a considerable speed, but it is still not up to the counterattack speed of the alienated Youjiang.

Before the Alienated Right River burst into my field of vision, the strange red had bypassed the body of the Gray Mist Demon and suddenly divided into more than a dozen pieces at a close distance, each of which stabbed at me from a different angle. When turned into scarf fabric, these reds are soft and look like tentacles. They are like whips, if they become like mist. They are like many particles mixed up in the air, and at this moment, they turn into ribbons, like thin blades that are soft but sharp.

The air was torn apart, and there was no sound at all. In my senses, it seemed that even the crazy and desperate wind that kept blowing was split into several petals, and it didn't last a few meters before it completely dissipated. Everything that exists in the way of the sharp red decomposes, leaving behind something that is not substantial, but which actually affects people's feelings—as if it had been stripped of matter. The spiritual level is exposed, in an unbelievable condensation, so that people can hear things that they can't hear, see things that are plausible, and feel great fear, and then I feel like I am trapped in a mire full of poisonous gas, both physically and consciously, pulled by a thick and indescribable force.

I almost wondered if my speed was slowing down at this moment.

The world that I have observed is divided, and what I see with the naked eye is a very different phenomenon from what I observe by chain judgment. And these phenomena change from moment to moment, full of crazy information, but it is impossible to describe exactly what it is. However, in this chaotic observation, the symbiosis of virtual and real, the illusion and the real are intertwined, there is another distinctive red, which swells up strikingly.

It is like a plant growing in a fast-forward image, the growth of rhizomes, the flourishing of leaves, and the blooming of petals, full of vigorous dynamics, and the most basic form has been completed in a short time than a blink of an eye. It was a red ribbon tied to the shaft of the spear, and before the spear was finished by the fourth-level magic pattern, in the moment when it could not be fired, in the extremely short space between the sharp flaky red and me that shot from all directions, it forced out the space of its existence.

Between one moment and the next, it grew long enough and wide enough to wrap around me, and swirled again.

I knew I did it, but I didn't understand how I did it. I only felt that it was my own intuition and instinct that made my own choice and mobilized the power of the fourth-level magic pattern at this moment that most people couldn't grasp. I could feel that at this moment, the aftermath of the data hedging transformed by the fourth-level magic pattern was so rapid and huge that it almost made me feel like my consciousness was going to be blurred.

Two different shades of cold and warm red are entangled, making the sense of crisis that is close at hand abrupt.

Immediately after, a female figure flashed from the left and rushed to me in an instant.

I picked up my spear, and with a sweep of the rod and the demon, I hurriedly retreated, ran and jumped, and a few rabbits rose and fell through the multiple fragments of the invisible high-speed passage.

The Gray Mist Demon crashed into the Alienated Right River, but it didn't cause her much trouble, and in the observation of the chain judgment, the collision and pause of the movement were almost negligible. A tremendous force sent the Grey Mist Demon to the other side, and the spear was repaired at the same time. I was about to swim away, when I suddenly went into a trance, and when I woke up, the alienated right river was already coming to me, and the terrifying and abnormal left eye seemed to be several times the size of my own body—I knew that this was an illusion, a spiritual influence. The spiritual erosion power from the moon god, even if it has quark now, cannot be completely exempted, and looking at it, hallucinations and illusions are almost inevitable.

I felt that my soul was being sucked into it, and the rotation of my mind was like a blank sea, suddenly turning into a narrow gap, and I could only struggle to move forward in the direction where the gap extended. Whenever you want to make a corner, you hit a wall.

I don't feel like I'm right to keep my mind moving along this established and narrow gap. Even so, I couldn't stop my mind from turning. It's like everyone thinks they can think about what they can and don't think about, but there will always be a time when those thoughts will grow in their minds even if they don't want to think about it.

I'm all too familiar with this involuntary flood of thoughts. In this kind of inextricable and far beyond the ordinary level, regardless of the timing and situation, the unrestricted flood of thoughts has always been regarded by me as a kind of mental illness, one of the symptoms of doomsday syndrome in my body, and also a kind of origin of split personality. But even so, in the past, it was rare to be confined to a narrow range. Thinking in a fixed direction is promoted.

I don't have much resistance to involuntary thoughts overflowing, and I think that "no resistance" is also a manifestation of "illness". But when my inextricable thoughts were confined to a defined gap, I felt the breath of extreme danger deeply.

But even if I felt the danger, even if it made my hair stand on end, it manifested itself in me in a way that I could not resist—before I felt it. It is simply impossible to grasp its existence when it is felt. And that's where it works.

The intuition and instinct that have been running at high speed seem to have dissolved, disappeared, and been obscured in this extreme, complicated, tangled, and unconcrete thinking.

Countless thoughts were changing at a high speed and without specific meaning, but a thought suddenly jumped out of them, turning into the figure of the alienated Youjiang.

She was coming to me, in my head. Walk in my consciousness and mind.

This is consciousness walking.

I suddenly felt that it was clearer and more profound than any previous walk of consciousness that I had done by others.

Because, the consciousness walks I encountered in the past were more like traveling in a dream. It was like being in a mirage on the surface of the ocean of consciousness, and now the alienated Youjiang walked in, as if passing through the deep and dark abyss of the seabed, where I don't know what was hidden, and went straight to the depths of my heart.

Nothing can stop her, because the deep and dark underwater abyss connects everyone in this world, and everyone is unguarded in this unknown depth.

Her pace was not fast, but she approached extremely fast. The closer she got to her silhouette, the clearer it became, and the process of these actions was completed in the birth and annihilation of a single thought.

Even if the speed sweep can achieve "faster than consciousness", but even if it refers to the speed of consciousness walking with reference to the alienated right river in front of him, where can this body hide? She was in my consciousness, and the distance from the outside world had nothing to do with it.

Even if I could have separated my body from hers for thousands of miles before she got closer, the distance between me and her was still shortening on a conscious level.

Even if it is claimed to be the movement of physical reflexes and instincts, it is not entirely a movement that belongs only to the body, let alone a movement that overrides the concept of "consciousness", but is considered to be a mechanical activity of part of consciousness, which is fed back to the result of physical movement. The priority of conscious and physical activities is also recognized as the characteristic of a wise person.

Therefore, for any wise person, for any person, consciousness is the beginning and culmination of all activity.

The terrible thing about walking in consciousness stems from the fact that it is a direct interference with the activity of consciousness, and at the same time it is not interfered with by any activity outside of consciousness.

Whether the body is strong, whether the will is strong, whether it has other physical phenomena, and even speed, time and space, are meaningless in the face of this mystery of consciousness walking. Unless, the subject of consciousness walking has lost all conscious features and has become a purely dead thing.

As a result, the Consciousness Walker has an extraordinary meaning in the eyes of any occult expert.

However, it is not interesting to face this mystery on your own.

I also have the power of consciousness walking, which is the half-baked ability given by "Jiang", but I am no stranger to the process of consciousness walking, and I understand some of the key points in consciousness walking. It is precisely because of this understanding that there is a great fear of alienating Youjiang's consciousness walking. This is the fear that arises when we observe the broader unknown from known experience and cognition, and the fear that arises from the known danger and more unknown dangers when we recognize what kind of dangerous situation we are in.

In a world of self-awareness, this fear swells at a rate that is difficult to self-control.

The thinking I had to take, and the direction I was bound to think, fueled that fear.

I even think that it is precisely because of the mystery of this "thinking lock" that the biggest premise for the alienation of Youjiang to complete this consciousness walk. As long as you can't contain your thoughts, your emotions will continue to expand based on your own unfavorable level, as if opening a door for the consciousness walker and building a smooth path. The proximity and clarity of the alienated right river is the most direct manifestation of the amplification of all unfavorable factors.

As long as you can't control it and can't break free from the shackles of thinking locking, you can't use what you understand.

I could only watch as she walked up to me.

I looked at the face that was similar to the other humanoid rivers but had many different faces, at the left eye that was spinning and violently usurping her attention, and watched as she reached out and touched it with lightning speed, but with unusually clear movements.

It was as if I heard a voice, as if death was knocking on the door.

Not physically, but consciously.

I don't know if I'm still breathing, all perception of my body has been lost, as if at this moment, all that's left is the naked soul standing here.

This soul cannot move, it cannot struggle, it cannot produce any fear other than fear, it cannot produce any thought other than the mind that fuels that fear.

The ability to walk with consciousness that I used to possess was like idling in a corner that I couldn't observe, and it couldn't act on my body.

Moments before she touched me, I saw a black crow swoop down from the void. It turned into a gray mist and enveloped me, and I fell into a daze where I had no sense of everything. (To be continued.) )