I Have a City in a Different World

In the turbulent void, a figure flashed, it was Tang Zhen who was on his way.

Traveling in the turbulent void requires a lot of experience and patience.

Every step here is thrilling, whether it is a giant beast of the void or various undercurrents, it is enough to make the traveler pay a heavy price.

Those who dare to walk in the void have enough means of self-protection. After all, this is the real forbidden area of ​​life.

After staying in the void for a while, and after correcting the direction of travel through the coordinates of the plane, Tang Zhen continued to advance in a semi-energy form.

There is no direction, no sound and no light in the void. If you don't even have the coordinates of the plane, you can only wander aimlessly.

For the weak-willed, Void Travel is a torment, and it won't take long to go completely crazy.

In the endless void, you can occasionally see the projection of consciousness that has strayed into the void. Because the mental power is too weak, how long does it stay for a long time?

The vast majority of consciousness projections enter the void in a coma and sleep state, and will never know that they have entered a void in a high dimension.

After all, in the void, nothing can be perceived, so who can be sure that he has really been there?

If you are unlucky, you will be caught by the evil existence in the void, then you will suffer a series of disasters.

Many of those unfortunate people who are possessed by demons project their consciousness into the void, and then they are captured by demons and occupy their bodies.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Tang Zhen. Even if he encounters a consciousness projection occasionally, he will choose to ignore it.

This is not the first time Tang Zhen has traveled in the void. He knows what not to do, and he will deliberately avoid dangerous places.

Even if he is the creator, he does not dare to underestimate the vast void, otherwise he will pay a heavy price.

The goal of this trip is a high-energy plane, which is not only a temporary avatar of the god king, but also a treasure-hunting place for many Loucheng monks.

According to the introduction of the data, this plane is called Dahaotian World, and there are many subsidiary small worlds next to it.

If you want to enter the Dahaotian world, you must enter through the attached small world, and there are many restrictions.

At the same time, it was mentioned in the information that in this world, do not use monk skills, otherwise it will be easily perceived by the indigenous monks.

Once exposed, a special hunting team will appear, specifically to hunt down and kill Loucheng monks.

The reason is because the Loucheng cultivator has sneaked in many times, which has caused great losses to this plane.

Therefore, the Dahaotian World issued an order that once the traces of the Loucheng cultivators were found, they must be reported, and everyone could kill them and receive a reward.

None of the Loucheng monks who can enter the Dahaotian world are weak, so this wanted order is basically just a decoration, and it is impossible for ordinary people to find the traces of Loucheng monks.

In order to better disguise and complete the task, Tang Zhen has carefully studied the cultivation system of the Haotian plane and found that this is a world where all kinds of strange gods exist.

Some are similar to the wizarding world, but many places are completely different. In short, it is extremely chaotic.

The strength level of the monks is closely related to their beliefs, and they fight and exclude each other.

In addition to various mysterious cultivation systems, the most mainstream cultivation methods in this world,

It is the pursuit of ultimate power.

When the strength reaches the limit, various additional states will appear, making the cultivator's combat effectiveness doubled.

This seemingly simple and rude way of practice is very suitable for battlefield killing, so the combat effectiveness of the cultivator of the Haotian plane should not be underestimated.

The battles of smashing mountains with one punch and breaking rivers with one foot appear from time to time in this world.

In addition, due to the suppression of world rules, the creator monks cannot enter with their real bodies, otherwise they will turn into mobile natural disasters and cause various disasters.

Under such circumstances, how to do covert actions and steal the power of the source?

Therefore, Tang Zhen could not enter with his real body, otherwise he would be discovered and would be resisted by the will of the source and the indigenous monks.

It is the only way to cast a consciousness clone and sneak into this world silently.

The strength of the clone consciousness cannot be too strong, otherwise it will still be detected, and then it will attract the pursuit of the indigenous monks.

In the process of rushing on the road, Tang Zhen has analyzed the possible situations and formulated a detailed infiltration plan.

In a slum, Hawke suddenly opened his eyes.

The tired eyes were full of red bloodshots, and the eyelids seemed to be supported by invisible forces, and they couldn't close even if they wanted to.

Hawke, who had just finished the night shift, seemed to be scattered all over his body, and he would fall asleep directly when he got on the bed.

In this state, Hawke's eyes widened strangely, which was obviously wrong.

It's a pity that there is no one in the family, no one knows what happened to Hawke at this time, and he is arbitrarily manipulated like a puppet.

He walked under the bed, fiddling with his eyes blankly, wandering the whole time.

Fortunately, he didn't know what he was doing, otherwise he would have trembled with fright, and then knelt down and prayed to the god of faith.

It turned out that he was holding a water basin in his hand, which was filled with the well water he received last night, and it was flickering with a troubling cold light.

A low voice sounded in my ears, as if it was a strange sound from time to time in a sleepy nightmare. I wanted to struggle to get rid of it, but I couldn't stop.

Hawke showed a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, then put the water basin on the table and put his face on it.

Then just bend over at a 90-degree angle, soak your face in the basin, and stay motionless the entire time.

There were air bubbles in the water, and the blood vessels under the skin bulged obviously, but Hawke was like a clay sculpture and wood carving, and he never moved a single bit.

Time passed slowly, and after about 10 minutes, a wave suddenly appeared in the still water basin.

Then I saw Hawk suddenly get up and overturn the washbasin filled with water, and there was a muffled sound on the floor.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door, followed by a curse from a landlord, warning Hawke to be careful.

If there is another time, he will kick Hawk out.

"Don't worry, it won't happen again!"

Hawk's voice sounded, and the tone was a little weird, but the landlord outside couldn't tell the difference.

He cursed again, then shut his mouth and went back to smoking a hookah under the eaves.

Hawke in the room was stiff, his heels were off the ground, and his toes were raised strangely.

The wet hair was pressed against his forehead, the water droplets were falling down his chin, and the bloodshot eyes turned up strangely at this moment.

No other colors can be seen, only a pale white.

At the moment, Hawk looks like a corpse that has just drowned, but maintains a strange standing position under the water.

It was like an invisible thread pulling him up, but he didn't leave the ground.

After a while, Hawke was like a convulsion, and his body kept twisting and twitching.

A mouthful of filthy liquid spewed out of Hawke's mouth, and his arms kept waving around exaggeratedly.

After another minute or so, the twitching and struggle slowly stopped. Hawke was like a rag doll whose bones and muscles had been ripped off, his head drooping towards his chest fiercely.

"Tick tock..."

The sound of water falling on the floor sounded very ethereal and eerie in this narrow and dilapidated apartment.

"Ho..."

Soon there were subtle moans, and Hawk, who was like a deflated ball, raised his head slowly, with an evil smile on his pale face.

"Haotian plane, I'm here..."