He was stunned.

That face was exactly the same as what he saw in the dark space, except that this one was slightly green, and that face was full of vicissitudes.

But the same thing is that these two faces are exactly the same as him, and when you see them, you seem to see yourself, is that the self you were eons ago?

Feng Qingyang's heart was shocked, and when he saw him, the original high-spirited fighting spirit disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a thick confusion and fear.

He has always had a conjecture that his arrival is like entering a chessboard of heaven and earth, and he thinks that he has jumped out of the chessboard, but now it seems that he is still just a chess piece.

A flag arranged by fate cannot resist, let alone see the reality clearly, and can never jump out and be manipulated by others, and he can only compromise helplessly.

"No!" Feng Qingyang suddenly shouted, and at this moment, his worldview suddenly changed, but when he changed, his thoughts were even more confused.

Ancient times, ancient times, middle ages, this is the annual ring of history, so why is every starting point concentrated in the cultivation realm? Isn't it said that the cultivation realm is only one of the three thousand small worlds?

Why did the four ancient gods disappear one after another, and why did one of the ancient gods, as one of the ancient gods, leave such a curse.

Why did the giant in the darkness and the man sitting on the single-plank bridge look the same as Feng Qingyang, is this a coincidence or a game?

He was confused, and sat on top of the canoe, looking at the man blankly, his heart was bitter, and he felt powerless, and his lips moved slightly.

Why, why, why is that!

The cry in his heart, that is fear, but in the midst of fear, there is a thick struggle, that is unwilling, although he is afraid, although he is still afraid, he is still unwilling.

"No matter what I got here for, no matter who I am, I only believe in myself, I am myself, I shoulder the mission of the zombie clan, in the endless void, there must be the world of my zombie clan!"

He stood up, the original panic was swept away, and all that was left was thick tenacity, since he was not confused, since he was firm in his goal, he was destined to keep moving forward.

"I don't care who you are, even if you are the king of heaven, you can't stop me from moving forward!" he was in high spirits, and his black hair shook wildly.

One step forward, the distance between the two was instantly shortened, close at hand, Feng Qingyang stretched out his hand, wanting to push him away, but he was surprised to find that the big hand directly penetrated his body.

That feeling, as if penetrating the air, seems to exist, but in fact it is like an illusion left behind by countless worlds, more like an illusion left by endless years.

The two of them looked at each other, but they were not in the same world, even though they could see each other.

The big hand passed through, and with it, Feng Qingyang walked directly over, and at the moment when the two bodies overlapped, a feeling of enlightenment suddenly arose in his heart.

Closing his eyes, the heaven and earth chessboard reappeared, but this time, he no longer had the previous feeling of fear, but had an extra kind of confidence.

Even if I am a flag now, even if I still can't jump out of the chessboard of heaven and earth, I am confident that as long as I work hard and as long as I persevere, I will definitely have a chance to jump out.

Closing his eyes, he immediately meditated on the spot, and at the same moment, at the moment when they overlapped and merged, the 'Heavenly Solstice No. 8' located in the cultivation realm suddenly erupted violently.

A thick desolate and desolate aura rose to the sky, but it was instantly cut off by a big golden hand with a sword, and then fell into peace.

And far away in the void in the Endless Star Domain, the man who had appeared a few times instantly opened his eyes again, passed through the countless firmaments, and looked directly at the cultivation realm.

"Very well, are you going to wake up? You need to hurry, we're all waiting for you. With that, he closed his eyes and disappeared into the void with a whoosh.

And when the wind is clear, he kneels cross-legged on the ground, and his brain enters a state of emptiness, but in fact, a person appears in his head, which is the man before.

The two looked at each other, with a strange light in their eyes, and they didn't move, just watched quietly. The light is intertwined, showing a thousand kinds of brilliance.

"Do you know me?" Feng Qingyang said calmly, looking at him, to be precise, at himself, but his gaze was so calm, not even a little wave.

"I'm you, where did I come from. The man spoke, no longer as transparent as before, a little more angry, and his eyes became lively.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang smiled, not a sneer, but a bright smile, a smile that saw through a qiē, he stepped forward, hugged the man gently, and then slowly merged.

In the end, he said: "You are me, what else do you divide each other, what do you talk about, what I transcend is not you, but myself, when I wake up, the past and this life, are all in the past, I am me, I will pursue the mission of the zombie, the same to unravel." ”

After speaking, the light around his body flickered, and at the same moment, his body crossed his knees on the ground also stood up in an instant, and walked forward without looking back.

At the moment when he got up, a figure that was exactly the same as before he stayed, sitting quietly on the single-plank bridge, it seemed that nothing had changed, but because he was waiting for this person, waiting for the next reincarnation after his failure in this life!

Of course, Feng Qingyang didn't know about this qiē, he just felt that he was light, as if something was missing, but he couldn't tell what it was.

This feeling is like fading away from the mortal body to achieve a golden body, and the heart is also extremely refreshing, when it surpasses the figure sitting upright, it instantly appears in front of a door.

This door was the same as the one that came in, but the difference was that he was now standing in front of a cliff, and the door was on the other side.

The distance between the two places is about 100 meters, a short 100 meters, if it is placed in normal times, Feng Qing will not move his eyebrows, and if his mind moves, he can fly over directly.

But now, in this place, if you can't use mana, you can't go through the sky, he took a step forward, leaned against the edge of the pencil and looked down, and suddenly gasped.

Countless bones were almost piled up in the canyon below, and the ground was slowly paved with a layer, and he remembered in his mind, imagining that countless monks had arrived here one after another over the years, and finally fell, and then slowly died.

This is so tragic and magnificent, what vicissitudes, but despite this, there are still countless monks who want to cross the past and surpass themselves.

But throughout the ages, has there been, and even if there is, who is that person? Could it be that young Gu Immortal?

"It seems that this is a broken single-plank bridge, and if you walk through it and cross that gate, you must have reached the spirit world. Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, looking ahead, thinking in his heart, in just a short time, countless thoughts appeared.

"Gotta pass!"