Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

On the endless illusory sea, there is a big copper gourd floating, and a person is riding on the graceful waist of the big and graceful gourd.

He is wearing a gorgeous gown that doesn't match the style of the gourd painting. He holds a stick with a large tuft of hair on the top in his right hand, like a weird broom. He holds the surface of the copper gourd with his left hand, and lies directly on the gourd. I'm dead, I'm bored to death", while swinging his right arm, whipping the sea surface, splashing light and shadows.

Ever since Wang Zichuan was very bored and rushed into the door looking for excitement, he was surrounded by countless voices, thoughts, thoughts, desires, emotions, consciousness... the super exciting viper sound effect surrounded by the intertwined and mixed three-dimensional noise, the noise is not Babbling is better than babbling, and immediately stimulated Wang Zichuan's desire to die, wishing to tear himself apart, blend with the world, and live the same life as the heaven and the earth.

Of course, he immediately used his natal talent, changed the rules, and weakened the influence, but in the middle of the sea, he could still feel swarms of bees and flies charging from his left ear to his right ear, a scuffle Then, enter from the right ear, pass in line, and exit from the left ear. This put him in a very bad mood, and he lost all energy.

He first carried the lamp and floated on the sea surface by himself, then he felt bored and threw the lamp on the sea surface, and floated on the lamp by himself. Later, he felt that the shape of the oil lamp was very strange, so he mustered the power that filled the place, and turned the oil lamp It turned into a big gourd, so he rode the gourd, feeling a little bit happy.

Empty hands, as if his loneliness has no place to rest, this makes him want to equip himself with a weapon at hand, so he pulls out a Tai Chi whisk from the sea.

Wang Zichuan floated on the boundless sea for a long time, but he didn't encounter any strange things or see any creatures, which made him more irritable and lonely.

He stopped, inserted the whisk into the sea, stirred it for a while, and then slowly pulled it upwards. As the white tails left the sea, a female figure was gradually elongated, full, and plump.

Her long black hair, as smooth as satin, fell straight to the ground, and a blood-red crescent moon lightly pulled her black hair. Her eyes were scarlet, and her expression was indifferent, but anyone who saw her would only feel that the beauty of the world is all gathered together. here.

Wang Zichuan nodded in satisfaction. He felt that his imagination was good. This woman, who was 80% similar to Emlyn, was a puppet he imagined and could only exist here. Yes, it was just a puppet without a soul. Although he has borrowed the power of the mind, he can only reach this level without using his real skills. He can't give her humanity.

So, he imitated cats and tigers, and created girlish Gehrman, Amon, Roselle, Derrick, Danitz and Qonas.

Wang Zichuan was finally happy, and distributed flower baskets, flutes, and plantain fans to them respectively...

A group of people huffed forward on the golden sea, stirring up bigger waves and waves, tossing so that the whole sea seemed to be rippling with the waves.

The fun this brought couldn't last long, and he suddenly had a good idea when he saw these stunning beauties.

This is the ocean of the soul, here is the power of innocence left, here is full of singing voices of real creation, so...

Leo Master in the basement of the monastery, Kesma in Backlund, Mr. Z who was dispatched to the southern continent, Lovia in the City of Silver, Heath Doyle on the Future, and all those who have passed the listener stage Extraordinary people of the true creation path have heard the oracle from the Lord.

Although the whispers they could hear were different, they all deciphered the same message from the obscure symbol:

The great Lord asked them to hold a continent-wide beauty pageant. Contestants must be Extraordinary in this path. There is no gender limit. Men are mainly encouraged to participate. The most beautiful believer will be selected, and the Aurora Society will be responsible for sending it to Suzhou. The easternmost ruins of the battle of Gods in the Niah Sea, the Lord will open the door to the Kingdom of God for the winner.

Wang Zichuan swelled up his strength and set off turbulent waves on the golden ocean. His puppets were scattered by the undulating waves, blown away by the wind, and scattered all over the world.

He stood up, standing firmly on the big gourd, holding the fly whisk solemnly on his right arm, with a straight body and a solemn face, breaking through huge waves head-on, but his mouth was not idle.

"Standing in the strong wind, I wish I could. I feel my heartache. I look at the sky and the clouds move in all directions. With the sword in my hand, I ask who is the hero in the world."

After humming to this point, he laughed a few times, and then continued to sing quite proudly.

"Aurora will be charming and red, and I only love roses."

I, the symbol of rules and order, the representative of not talking about rules and subverting order, can use the sea of ​​subconsciousness to distort the ravings of the real creation, and give false edicts to all listeners. Is it unreasonable?

Hey, I'll just see what kind of beauties the Aurora Society can present to their Lord!

However, does this sea have any boundaries? The sea will not twist itself into a Mobius ring.

The sea finally calmed down, and there was no more plot to write in Wang Zichuan Crusoe. Not long after, boredom and loneliness began to invade again, and he wanted to go back.

He stood on the gourd, drew his sword and looked around in a daze. He suddenly realized that he didn't know how to get out of here. The door before him had gone to nowhere. Could it be that he could only violently smash the barrier of power here?

Klein on the Future has already experienced a dark night. The collapsed monastery in the last dream is slowly repairing itself. There is a gap between the completely collapsed hall and the tower before. Klein, who has the ability to act independently, decides to go to Look for the black wooden door.

He didn't know which building the winding staircase was in, nor where the wooden door was. He could only enter from the square and the hall, looking for a passable path, and slowly finding it.

The night was not too long. The first time he explored the dilapidated monastery, there was no result. When another night fell, Klein found that most of the black buildings had been restored. Although there were still ruins in many places, this could already make a person Passage is unimpeded.

Finally, he saw the familiar staircase. Dim sunlight splashed through the high stained glass onto the winding black steps. Klein patted the dust off his body, walked into the corridor, and searched carefully.

The black wooden door with strange patterns was quickly found by Klein. He held the doorknob, stabilized his mind, twisted his wrist, and opened the wooden door.

The sudden golden light was a bit dazzling, and the disaster-ridden monastery building began to shake the soil again. Klein kept the door half-opened, and just a little bit of breath revealed inside strongly made him feel uncomfortable. He dared not take it seriously. Enter.

Wang Zichuan saw a beam of darkness piercing the bright space, and he instantly felt that there was a connection with the outside world.

Fire suddenly spewed out from the butt of the gourd, rushing towards the darkness like a rocket.

Wang Zichuan just had the idea of ​​quickly moving to the door, and the power of fantasy immediately materialized it according to the idea and way of thinking of the owner of the idea, so the fire gourd was launched.

Klein saw the familiar scene again, and a golden light "swished" out.

I'm too busy at work, I'm very tired when I come back at night, I just want to sleep