Traveler In the World

Choice, this kind of right is true, but it is true that it does not.

No matter how the language is used to embellish, his choice has been doomed, the so-called choice is just a mirage that is out of reach.

However, what if there is no choice?

"When everyone has no choice, how can I expect to have the right to choose?"

Niangniang and Gabriel, or the Emperor Inaba who they met earlier, and the people behind them, all have no choice. In this case, what choice can they give to Yi Daoist?

Give up and continue, choose one, simple.

"I choose to go forward. Go backward? Start from scratch? I did think about it, but with my current memory, is it possible to start from scratch?"

I don't know when the pipe stuffed with shredded tobacco was handed to his mouth, and he took a deep breath of the smoke filled with the damage to the meat that the outside world could no longer appreciate. Yi Daoren looked at the surrounding black and white stalemate with some satisfaction. , while driving the ambiguous purple refining reaction around the body to merge with the old house.

"For more than 100 years, I've been bored and remodeled this house that sheltered me. You can play with it." After Yi Daoren finished speaking, it was very inconsistent with the old house in only two tones of black and white. A moment, then stand up... stand up?

Not only did he stand up, but the old house also grew hands and heads!

"Is this TM a Transformer?" A young and energetic voice sounded, and then a huge black shadow smashed towards Yi Daoren.

"I did refer to Transformers." Smiling, the pipe in Yi Daoren's hand swayed, hitting the purple smelt who jumped to his side and reacting. The excited old man waved his hand in front of him and stopped the shadow: " Er, I'll leave this tough guy to you, I'll go eat the golden pill first."

That gigantic black shadow is actually Ah Er with three heads and six arms!

It's just that now he doesn't have the prestige he used to have at all. One and a half of his three heads are missing, and the remaining one and a half are also bruised and swollen, and he can't see any of his original appearance. The three pairs of arms are more complete than the head with half of them missing, but all of them go towards him. Fold in the opposite direction!

However, after falling into the hands of Laowu King Kong, Ah Er's broken body was continuously repaired by the purple forging reaction, and it was restored to its original state in an instant, as if the previous injury was an illusion!

"Thank you master, I will definitely stop them for master!" After being repaired, Ah Er first thanked Yi Daoren, and then drilled directly into the old house King Kong.

As an old man who has been following Yi Daoren, he naturally knows how to control Laowu King Kong.

Nodding with a smile, Yi Daoren looked at his feet.

There was nothing under his feet, just a dazzling white, but he seemed to see some kind of treasure, and there was a greedy light in his eyes.

This is inevitable, maybe those white lights can hide the eyes of others, but to him it is no different from non-existence, because these white lights are the result of his erosion of this world!

Everything is relative. If the ghosts and gods want to erode him, he can also erode the ghosts and gods, and it is even more convenient for him to corrode the ghosts and gods.

After all, the ghosts and gods have no foundation, and he does not have any will, but he has a realistic foundation and a complete consciousness, and the two sides are not equal at all.

It is precisely because he has the foundation of reality and complete consciousness that he rejects external things, but the ghosts and gods can absorb his memories without any obstacles, and even think that he is him!

"Jindan... It takes more than a hundred years to eat, this is really..." The greed in his eyes slowly faded, and Yi Daoren sighed: "Fortunately, the passage of time here is different from the outside world. More than a hundred years have been spent here, and the outside world has spent a few years at most, right?"

In fact, Yi Daoren is not very sure how long the outside world has passed, but from the comparison of the movement speed of the outside world that he sees to the outside world and the movement speed of this world, he can still see that the outside world has not passed for too long.

The speed of material movement is the unit of measurement of time.

Slowly, under the gaze of Yi Daoren, ripples appeared on the dazzling white ground, and then a staircase that continued to meander downwards appeared, extending all the way to the darkness.

dark?

"Since you already know your purpose, do you think I will be completely unprepared?" The young man's voice sounded again, with a smile similar to Yi Daoren's, but a prank like feeling: "The authority of this world, I didn't fight for it, I just used all my power to wrap the world and blocked all communication between the world and the outside world! Yi Daoren~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You gave me the chance to start over, really It was a very wrong choice!"

"This world is only a small part of the outside world, how could it be possible to completely cut off communication?" Yi Daoren didn't mean to worry at all, or in other words, he had already anticipated this situation: "My existence , making it impossible for this world to cut off communication with the outside world.”

After finishing speaking with a smile, the world reflected in the distant sky suddenly fluctuated, and then a big hand covering the sky pressed down... "Boom!"

"Look, I can still make my flesh move."

"Are you crazy? Rou Xiang went to touch Jin Dan..."

"My hand is not my flesh, it's just a bunch of metal parts." He didn't care about the terrible scene of Yuankong's big hand breaking down bit by bit, Yi Daoren walked down without looking back. , the target is the darkness at the end of the stairs.

The darkness is no longer as pure as before, and the golden brilliance is faintly revealed in the rolling!

"I've been in this world long enough, and it's time to leave. Now that you three have made your own choices, decide who's in charge... I hope there's something handy. , but it doesn't matter."

Outside, in the Shangqing Palace, Yi Daoren, who had lost his entire right hand, suddenly flashed his empty eyes for a moment, then opened his mouth, and the golden core, which was rolling in front of him, was approaching his mouth little by little. .

"Is this the picture of the destruction of the world?" In the world created by the ghosts and gods, the young man sighed as he looked at the **** mouth that was getting closer and closer: "I choose this world, it is destruction, and I also choose this world."

"I choose to leave this world as a prop for the master."

"I choose to leave this world, as the existence of Yi Daoren!"