What is the real cold?

Is it the body's response to natural climate change? Is it a betrayal of warmth? Is it a deep powerlessness that springs up from within?Or is it a fall of pride, a trampling of dignity?

After the incident in the small town of Oasis.

In the dream, Lin Xi experienced many more successively.

The betrayal of the lover who loved the three lives, the wolf heart of the children who have been painstakingly raised for many years, the country that repaid the loyalty and blood ruthlessly abandoned them, and the people who guarded them were easily betrayed under the temptation of weak interests...

Every experience is enough to make people feel heartache and feel the cold that is close to the extreme.

But every time, when he saw the blade that was close at a moment's notice, Lin Xi chose to pause and bear everything silently, until the change of the dream took everything away and returned to nothingness.

It is like the reincarnation of a hundred generations, the change of ten thousand years.

Lin Xi has experienced too much in this dream of emotion, contact, and feeling, but the rules are extremely chaotic and disorderly.

Even if he is a Heavenly Demon, there is an indifference to the 'experience' in essence, and he will inevitably feel a little tired at this time.

The Buddhist scriptures used to consolidate the mind and improve the strength of the mind, Lin Xi has mastered the supernatural scriptures, maybe in the future... Maybe you can play the role of a real Buddha.

After gaining insight into the changes of Buddha and demons, and the essence is no different, Lin Xi no longer has the slightest resistance to Buddhist scriptures and Buddhism.

Gradually, those stimulating experiences began to fade away.

They could no longer shake or hurt Lin Xi's heart in the slightest.

Even with certain emotional bonuses in dreams... And so it is.

Towns, streets, markets, noisy crowds, traffic... These are gradually moving away, like bamboo strips, being pulled out of a dream.

Everything has returned to the most simple and monotonous touch.

Lin Xi seemed to have come to the end of time.

In the midst of the staggering, he seems to have seen the shattering of civilization, the destruction of everything, the fall of rules, and the gloom of the galaxy.

At this point, he became the only being.

At this time, all races, constraints, power affiliations, grievances, and entanglements of interests... It's all meaningless.

He became an 'orphan', an orphan who had been abandoned at the end of time after the collapse of time and space.

I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the comers after.

I don't see the world and the world.

I don't see the vastness of the galaxy.

He tried to die, but at the end of this ruined world, death is a luxury, and there is no longer a 'rule' of death, so he can't really get the peace that death brings.

He also tries to create, and since everything is gone, then he creates everything.

However, it is the same as death... There is no 'creation' here, so he cannot create any object, let alone life.

He just lived like this, empty, lonely, cold, lonely.

If you have thoughts, you can also feel the cold... It is the greatest pain at this time.

For the first time, Lin Xi began to struggle, wanting to wake up from the dream.

He wanted to hold the knife, but there was no trace of the knife around him, because it was also a creation from civilization.

Civilization is extinct, and naturally in such an environment, there is no concept of a knife.

He couldn't even find an object that resembled the shape of the knife.

"This is a space more chaotic than chaos, an end more terrifying than fear. There are no rules and concepts, it is the most extreme horror here, the most difficult to resist the cold, this is the real ... It's extremely cold in my dream!" Lin Xi's mind echoed with such thoughts repeatedly.

In this absolute isolation, he can only remind himself repeatedly that this is just a dream.

And he was just pressed by a ghost, unable to break free from the dream.

That's it, and I don't know how long it has been.

Lin Xi in the dream was already wrinkled and his temples were white.

In the dream, he would never be old and would not die.

However, the heart is constantly aging under this extreme coldness, and dreams originate from the heart.

The heart is aging, and the face shown in the dream is also aging.

Suddenly, a light ran through the north and south, rising and falling in the shattered void, bringing a touch of change to this lonely and bitter dream.

Lin Xi looked at the light for a moment... Enlightenment.

He stretched out his palm.

The palm, which was originally like the roots of an old tree, went from trembling to vigorous and powerful, and seemed to have gone through a long wait.

He reached out and grasped the light as if he were grasping a knife.

Dream Chill Knife··· It is not the power that brings the cold.

It's the power to break the cold.

Just like every time, when Lin Xi experienced the bone-chilling cold, the knife shadow he saw.

They are all ways out, liberation.

In a trance, Lin Xi held the light.

The next moment, a wait deeper than chaos and longer than time, ended in a blink of an eye.

Lin Xi suddenly woke up from his dream.

He looked at his palm.

In his palm, there was an extra slender palm pattern.

It looked more like a knife mark.

It seems that with only a slight force, there will be a knife that cuts through chaos and time, and breaks out of the body... The coldness and confusion that rushes towards everything.

"Strength!" Lin Xi clenched his fists.

For the first time... He really felt the power so thoroughly, and so clearly.

In the past, every time Lin Xi was strong, it made him feel illusory.

Because the so-called power realized in his physical body that came to the material realm was either illusory to him.

As a heavenly demon, he often feels adrift because he does not have the support of his true physical body.

The power flowing in the body of the Heavenly Demon was also like a rootless duckweed.

And now... It's different.

He grabbed a knife.

A knife called 'Yumehan'.

This knife shuttles between the unreal and the real, through the beginning and end of time, it exists in the most empty and hopeless dreams, but it can cut through the most extreme cold despair in this world.

It is not only a knife, but also an idea, and it is also a law.

It's not a rule, but it goes beyond it.

When you hold it, you have confidence in your heart... No matter how powerful an existence in this world is, it can't make him fall into cold despair.

Within the Impeller Immortal Domain, Meng Xinghe also looked at his palm.

In the palm of his hand, there is the same palm print.

The Dream Blade, which has crossed time and space, can appear in the same creature and split different individuals at the same time, which is a very common ability.

"The Dream Knife I mastered... It seems to be different from the Dream Han Knife obtained by those who mastered the Dream Cold Knife before. Lin Xi recalled Lao Meng and the mayor's introduction to Menghan Dao, and his eyes flashed with strange light.

In the description of Lao Meng and the mayor.

All the people who draw the Menghan knife are actually just the scabbards of the Menghan knife.

Before swinging that knife, they had to endure the coldness of the stab to the heart, and the pain of ten thousand swords.

Until a sword is swung, all the power is poured out.

Lin Xi's feelings were completely different.

"Could it be because I went to the deepest part of the dream realm and felt the true extreme coldness, so I obtained the complete Dream Cold Knife inheritance?" Lin Xi frowned.

Although this analysis seems to be correct.

But he always felt that it wouldn't be that simple.

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