Two or three things in the copy

Chapter 351 Between square inches ([-])

In Wang Xing's calm eyes, there was a rare ripple.

"Extraterritorial demons? Unexpectedly, I also met the result of this day. It seems that those seniors who left the void really went to see other worlds. I am really envious." He said envy, but there was no emotion. , Wang Xing was still very calm.

Standing up slowly, he tidied up the tea set slowly. Wang Xing stood by the window, looking at the turbulent scorpions all over the sky. It was only because of his own aura that those many thinking scorpions rushed over instinctively.

As he watched from a distance, the age spots on his skin were fading little by little, the wrinkles on his forehead began to tighten and smoothen, and even his white hair was gradually dyed black.

"Should I do it?" Wang Xing began to struggle in his heart, and he hadn't felt this emotion for a long time.

Regarding this, he couldn't help laughing at himself: "How many years has it been?"

Since he realized the unity of man and nature, he doesn't care about anything anymore, and nothing can shake his state of mind.

In this peaceful state of mind, a crack quietly appeared.

Once he chooses to make a move, the peace of mind he has cultivated over the years will be broken, and the unity of nature and man may not be maintained.

But Wang Xing smiled, took out a cloth bag from a crack under the window sill, and opened it to see that it was a sword.

It's not a magical weapon, it's just a long sword with a slightly nice pattern.

"That year when I left home to wander the rivers and lakes, I always wanted to be number one, but I realized later that the truth is mediocrity."

The long sword was unsheathed, and the entire sky was stirred up by the sound of the sword.

"People, you have to take on something. After hiding for so many years, it's nothing to worry about."

Stepping out of the wooden house in one step, thousands of sword shadows follow.

In the old days, he was very high-spirited, carried a lantern with his sword, and dared to discuss heroes with the champion Lang Yuexia, it was even more joyful.

When he walked down slowly, he was an octogenarian, but he had a childlike face with white hair, exuding the temperament of an exiled immortal in the sky.

The sword in his hand didn't move, but countless Xianzu turned into ashes and flew away.

The idealistic world is just so unreasonable.

Once enlightened, it is another world.

The huge common thinking of the Xianzu naturally noticed the abnormality here in Wang Xing at the first time, and countless Xianzu came one after another.

In the thinking of the slender family, strong means that it is delicious and eats more. The slender family is not afraid of death, they are only afraid of hunger.

Wisps of ash floated up from Wang Xing's side. He didn't seem to have any consumption, and every move he made aroused the power of heaven and earth.

Between divinity and humanity, Wang Xing lost his original indifference and became a human again.

At this point, no matter what he chooses, there is only one path.

The way of heaven where all beings are equal, and the way of humanity that enters the world with one's body.

At this time, he can be called a fairy.

It's not a fairy like Fengsheng Sanxian, but a more mysterious fairy, not a realm of cultivation, but a change in consciousness, not a body, he is still an ordinary person.

Wu Mingkong withdrew from the common thinking of the Xian clan and looked at the sword shadow emitted by Wang Xing.

He never thought that Wang Xing would practice swords at all, he thought it was just boxing at most.

After taking a look, Wu Mingkong shook his head, this change is less scientific than him.

The invasion of the Xianzu brought aura, let's call it aura, and Wu Mingkong didn't know what kind of energy it was, but obviously, this ability is very universal, and it is very likely that he followed the invasion of the Xianzu. The characteristics of how many worlds have changed, it is easy for Wu Mingkong to incorporate them into the system.

This highly universal energy can easily be combined with the internal power of the local system of this copy world, making up for the deficiency of this copy world's lack of energy.

Then, a boss, who was stuck in the novice area because of the level cap, was removed from the novice area by the Xianzu and came to the ongoing game.

This is equivalent to the stupid aliens releasing a group of terrifying erect apes trapped in a blue cage, and the entire universe will be shrouded in the shadow of this group of terrifying erect apes.

Wu Mingkong even felt that it might not be a big boss at all, but a group of big bosses. In the world of idealism, it is hard to say anything.

For example, in Nandu, the capital of the Great Lu Dynasty, the number one scholar who had acquainted with Wang Xing in the past, and today's Master Fan, a piece of paper fell, and the colorful light fell from the nine heavens. Only the bird held Jiasui, the red rabbit offered Zhicao, The white fox takes Pinglu.

All of a sudden, auspicious and auspicious auspiciousness arose in the Southern Capital, and whenever the Xian clan approached, they were pinned down on the ground, and the characters on the article, which were both firm and soft but not losing their strength of character, were entered into it, and just one click, it turned into a black .

"It's just an opportunity. The whole world has become so terrifying. These are all masters." Judging from the charm it exudes, at least it is the kind that can be passed down through the ages.

"Technology is closer to Tao? No, these people have already pierced the last layer of window paper. This is Tao."

The so-called realm can't restrain them at all. Although they are mortals, they are not inferior to immortals in essence, and even far better than immortals.

It must be false for Wu Mingkong to say that he is not envious. From a spiritual point of view, he is an ordinary person, just an ordinary person with some power and some insignificant curiosity.

Whether it's Wang Xing or Master Fan, their spiritual realm has far surpassed his.

"I'm really a half-baked guy." Wu Mingkong couldn't help smiling, envy is nothing but envy, but those are indeed their way, not Wu Mingkong's way, although he can't comprehend the charm of these artistic conceptions, but Wu Mingkong doesn't care, the way is different That's all.

Perhaps Wu Mingkong will never be able to comprehend his own way, but he has walked steadily step by step.

In the world, there are more than two masters, and there are not only two masters in writing and martial arts.

In a small town on the edge of the desert, the pig butcher was wiping the butcher knife in his hand, and beside him was the dead insect that was as high as a mountain, with a silly smile on his ferocious face: "It turns out that those insects are not as tall as a mountain." How many pigs are hard to kill."

The blind fortune-teller in the ruined temple dropped the hexagram in his hand, and when he heard the crisp sound of copper plates, he smiled and showed his yellow teeth: "Good luck."

Outside the ruined temple, the running zergs froze instantly, and their bodies collapsed in an instant, as if they had been hammered to pieces from the inside.

Tao has never had only one way, everything in the world is Tao, what is missing is the heart to realize Tao.

And here, in the world of idealism, there is no shortage of such a heart, on the contrary, what is missing is only an opportunity.

The Xian family sent this opportunity over, and it is a blessing to rely on misfortune.

(End of this chapter)