The Myriad Worlds Gu Zun

One minute in reality is equivalent to two days in dream.

At such a terrifying time flow rate, three hours passed in reality, but two full years passed in the dream.

In reality, everyone could not imagine how Zhou Ming survived two years in a dream world filled with swordsman masters.

Even Zhou Ming himself couldn't help crying when he recalled these two difficult years and sighed with regret.

How many times has he died in the past two years?

How many battles has he experienced in the past two years?

Countless sword moves flashed through his mind, countless duels, countless life and death battles, every move, it seemed like only the sword was left in his consciousness.

If you are loyal to the sword and sincere to the sword, you will be extremely loyal to the sword.

Standing on the top of the city, Zhou Ming looked at the clouds floating in the sky, as if they were sword clouds dancing. Looking at the crowd looking up at him from the city, it seemed as if sword lights were pointing at him. Looking at the man standing opposite him in white clothes and holding a sword, it seemed that it was a peerless sword, and the man and the sword were perfectly integrated.

"You are no match for me, but I still come to the appointment. Do you know why?"

The man opposite stood silently, like a piece of ten thousand-year-old ice. His sword was cold, his person was cold, and his voice was even colder.

"Because six months ago, there was a man who looked very much like you. He tried his best to get in front of me, just to get me to take action."

"That day, I took action. With just one move, I slit his throat and ended his life. But he used the short words before his death to make me remember him forever."

"What did he say?" Zhou Ming asked with a chuckle.

"He said, 'I heard that if the sword is fast, the blood spurting out from the wound will sound like wind, and it sounds good. Well, I heard it now, and it does sound good.' It was a simple sentence, but when he said it He said it with a smile, and he smiled very freely, just like you do now. "

"Do you think you can kill me again?" Zhou Ming asked.

The swordsman in white was silent, and then slowly drew his sword.

"Is it because you don't answer because you don't know the answer yourself? Have you noticed that there is warmth in your voice, and you are no longer the ruthless swordsman you used to be." Zhou Ming's hand also rested on his On the hilt.

"You know, this is not the first time I have been killed by you. Every time I die in your hands, I try to leave my mark on you and change you subtly."

"I succeeded. That time half a year ago, I firmly engraved my image in your heart, so that you can never forget me. It's strange, it's obviously just a word."

"I don't want to listen to fairy tales. If you want to tell me that you won't be killed by me, then I will kill you and then wait for you to prove to me when you are resurrected." As soon as the swordsman in white finished speaking, he drew his sword neatly. .

His sword seemed to have penetrated the barriers of time and space, and passed through Zhou Ming's body in an instant. It was an extremely magnificent sword light, and everyone who saw it was fascinated by it.

But Zhou Ming didn't. There wasn't even a single scar on his body, as if the sword strike just now was really just a show of fun.

"You are good at swordsmanship. In this world, I will never be able to defeat you with a sword, but my companions provide enough disturbance, allowing me to move the cornerstone of this world."

"As time goes by, the power of the Hell Soul Cleansing Sutra has finally reached a level that is enough to distort this dream."

Zhou Ming raised his sword and swung it gently, and a sword exactly like the swordsman in white appeared, and the magnificent sword light pierced the body of the swordsman in white.

A bit of shock flashed in the white-clothed swordsman's eyes, and the coldness in his heart was finally dissipated by enough emotion. He fell to the ground, but suddenly laughed, with a smile of relief.

"I heard that there is a kind of wine in the world called "Drunken Life and Dreams of Death". After drinking it, it can make you forget everything you have done before. The biggest trouble people have is that their memory is too good. If you can forget everything, you will be forgotten every day. It will be a new beginning, so tell me how happy it is.”

"Look, you are very happy now, because although everyone I kill is you, but every you is a different you, the dead you, the living you, the living but about to die you , you will be resurrected after death, every time is a new beginning.”

"So you can start over after death, forget everything, and become obsessed with swordsmanship. This is really happy and relaxing, isn't it?"

Zhou Ming put away his sword and walked up to him, looking down at the swordsman in white who was sitting on the city wall.

"That sword just now was indeed your sword, so you were defeated in your own hands." Zhou Ming stretched out his right hand, and a halo of mist appeared in the palm of his hand.

"You have to remember that you are Shangguan Wuji."

The power of the Hell Soul Cleansing Sutra engraved the information contained in this sentence into this ray of will.

As the body of the white-clothed swordsman disappeared, that ray of will flew away and reappeared with a new identity somewhere in the world, integrating into the world without any surprise.

No one will find it strange, and no one will question it, because this is the logical law of how this world works, and everyone here is born this way.

However, this time, for some reason, this new born person suddenly heard a sentence in his mind.

"I am... Shangguan Wuji?"

In Shangguan Wuji's dream, a "ghost" suddenly appeared in this self-contained world.

A ghost who wanders around, constantly challenging the masters, winning every battle, and never losing.

The reason why he is called "ghost" instead of a master is that his swordsmanship is not very good, and he is not at the same level as those top masters killed by him.

And those top masters, rather than being killed by him, are killed by themselves, because they all died under their own unique skills.

But the "ghost" is immortal. No matter how powerful the master is, no matter how exquisite the sword moves are, as long as he attacks the "ghost", his moves will return intact, not only can't hurt the "ghost" at all, but will kill himself.

In a very short period of time, more than a dozen top masters died at the hands of the "ghost", but people in this world never fear life and death, or they are ready to die.

The appearance of the "ghost" did not cause any chaos at all, but made the real masters happy to see the prey and line up to die.

At the same time, another thing in this dream world attracted the attention of more and more people.

I don't know when, a new force appeared in the originally harmonious dream. They called themselves Shangguan Wuji. It's not that one person is Shangguan Wuji, but everyone calls themselves Shangguan Wuji.

They don't know why they are Shangguan Wuji, but they all firmly believe that they are Shangguan Wuji, or they think they are part of Shangguan Wuji, and all of them together are the complete Shangguan Wuji.

And these "Shangguan Wuji" are like a virus that infects the split. While they are shouting that they are Shangguan Wuji, they are also constantly assimilating others, making more and more people think they are Shangguan Wuji.

"Shangguan Wuji!"

"Shangguan Wuji!"

"Shangguan Wuji!"

They shouted like this, and the momentum became stronger and stronger.

These people finally made the normal people who were originally only concerned about kendo respond, and conflicts broke out between the two sides.

At this time, people found that the "ghost" appeared repeatedly, and every time he stood on the side of "Shangguan Wuji", people realized that the "ghost" was Shangguan Wuji's person, or he was also Shangguan Wuji, but the ghost never admitted it.

What made normal people even more frightened was that some "newcomers" thought they were Shangguan Wuji as soon as they appeared, and the proportion of these newcomers was still increasing.

They tried various methods to stop this, but none of them worked.

Just like the virus splitting without any restrictions, the number of "Shangguan Wuji" increased exponentially, from one to two, two to four, four to eight, and eight to sixteen. The number of people increased, and the speed of increase was getting faster and faster.

When everyone became part of the ocean shouting "Shangguan Wuji", Zhou Ming stood on the city wall, looking at the densely packed "Shangguan Wuji" under the city, and felt at ease.

"It's faster than I thought."

In the induction, the "normal consciousness" that did not belong to "Shangguan Wuji" became fewer and fewer, until the last one disappeared, and everyone in the world became Shangguan Wuji.

Zhou Ming opened his hands, palms facing the sky, as if to embrace the sky, his body, the whole body turned into a hazy halo, and suddenly dispersed.

The halo spread like a wave, passing through every "Shangguan Wuji", overlapping with the world of this dream.

"The world is like a prison, all living things are me, hell washes the soul, the mind and spirit are one."

The whole dream world suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Everything in this world was thrown into the vast flames, everything was burning, melting, and becoming one.

All living beings in the world, countless Shangguan Wuji, did not make any dodging movements, they were all waiting, waiting for the moment when they merged together, waiting for the moment when the real Shangguan Wuji woke up.

Everything, everything, ended in the sea of ​​fire.

The world turned into a furnace of flames, and all things were melted into one in the furnace fire.

It was a sword that was unparalleled in the world.

Before Zhou Ming could see the sword clearly, the sword had turned into a person, a man with gray hair, sword eyebrows and star eyes, handsome and elegant.

The man was still full of the unparalleled aura of the world, as if only the form had changed, and the essence was still the unparalleled sword.

Then, the man slowly opened his eyes.

When his eyes met Zhou Ming's thoughts, Zhou Ming, who had originally transformed himself into heaven and earth with the Hell Soul Cleansing Sutra, blended with this dream world, and melted all of Shangguan Wuji's soul thoughts into one, was suddenly beaten out of this state of incarnation of heaven and earth and reappeared as a physical body.

The two thoughts and thoughts transmitted information to each other at a speed far exceeding the speed of light. In an instant, countless exchanges were completed. The understanding of each other by both parties, in this moment, went from strangers to close friends who knew each other deeply and had a heart-to-heart connection.

Then, Shangguan Wuji smiled and nodded to Zhou Ming, stretching out his right hand.

"I will wake up, and this dream world that has lasted for twenty years will also dissipate."

"But before that, we can combine our strengths to make the last use of this dream world."

"Use this great power of heaven and earth to impact the supreme path of swordsmanship. Take a look at the swordsmanship realm that does not belong to this world!"

"Enter the legendary sword world!"