The person who talks is a woman, a very special woman.

Her figure is not slim, but her behavior is particularly elegant; her expression is indifferent, but she doesn't look cold, and she feels the same softness when she falls down; her face is not beautiful, but it makes people feel unintentional to have the idea of ​​getting close to her.

Her eyes are majestic, but they will not make people feel a sense of distance that is above the top, but instead appear kind.

She seemed extremely old and very young; her eyes were deep and wise, but there was a hint of cunning in her depths, even... holy and psychedelic!

She was wearing the most ordinary white dress, but she seemed to be wearing the most luxurious palace veil; there was a wooden hairpin on her head, but it looked like the most dazzling pearl on the crown.

The most incredible thing is that her body is like a real illusion, like a shadow and like a real person, very complicated.

At this moment, the woman was looking down at Shisanlang with curious eyes, and sincerely exclaimed: "You can wake up in three months, what a good child."

Three months? Three months!

Shisanlang suddenly stood up.

“Where is this?”

He quickly checked around and asked cautiously and politely: "You are..."

The woman looked at Shisanlang with compassion and pity, and sighed: "This is the Dream Heavenly Luo Realm, my name is Mengluo."

"Dream Tianluo..."

Shisanro was already stunned by the scene around him, and he kept chanting this word that didn't sound very reassuring.

"Fantasy Tianluo is the name I gave it. It has another name, which you should be more familiar with."

The woman looked up at the surroundings, sighing with a lonely expression, "The place where dreams are separated, the second floor of the ancient monument."

Dreamy Tianluo, at first glance, is a very beautiful place. It is mysterious and psychedelic, with many thoughts that make people imagine.

However, in this place where the woman gave such a beautiful name, Shisanlang could only feel coldness and silence. He had no thoughts of beauty.

The scenery around is clear at a glance, divided into two layers: inside and outside. The place where Shisanlang and the woman are located is an inner layer shaped like a bubble, and there is a vast wilderness around it. There is no boundary and nowhere to extend.

There are many people in the wilderness, illusory and blurred people without expression.

They are men and women, old and young. They are in all shapes and dress differently, and some are simply naked; they are scattered in the wilderness, walking aimlessly or crawling.

Some of them held weapons, some held monsters, and some were bare-handed; some of them had less legs, some lacked hands, and some had only half of their bodies, but were moving.

The only thing in common is that there is no expression on their faces that humans should have, only confusion and dullness; they walk without knowing where the goal is, and they meet each other without knowing to avoid it. They squeeze together for a long time before they separate and then continue to the next time.

They are simply walking corpses, a group of unknown numbers.

This is a place of death!

Strangely, those people seem to be unable to see this place; it seems that this small place is in another space and does not blend with it at all. Every time they pass by, those people will

The moment he saw the surroundings, Shisanlang almost thought he had become a resentful spirit; he felt that this place was no different from the soul banner world where Ya Gu was in. In addition to having a wave of bodies, those people were also no different from ghosts.

"I saw it. This is the second floor of the ancient monument, a treasure hunting place that countless people yearn for."

The woman's voice sounded faintly, with a hint of sadness and helplessness, and said compassion: "I call them sleepwalkers and here I call them Dreamy Tianluo, which sounds more comfortable."

Shisanlang did not hear the woman clearly. He was busy checking his body, and at the same time he was in the place where he was isolated from the wild.

He really felt scared and felt fear from the bottom of his heart. He could not imagine that if he became a thoughtful resentful...

What made him feel at ease was that Shisanlang quickly confirmed that his body was not hindered, and he couldn't help but become stronger. Because he found that his "golden elixir" had changed at some point. It was no longer the dull and dead look, but emitted dazzling light, as if it could suck the void.

He checked everything he had with him, everything was there, except for the stupid donkey thrown in the cave. Shisanlang was relieved and began to check the space between the ** and the outer wilderness.

The surrounding scenery is also real, with stone tables, stone chairs, stone beds and stone tables, and various magic weapons, armor and jade slips placed on it. Shisanlang touched it with his hands and confirmed that they were all real existences, and then he let out a long sigh.

"Don't worry, your body is real, my body is fake."

The woman said quietly: "You are the fifth in ten thousand years."

"Ten Thousand Years? Ten Thousand Years..."

Shisanlang suddenly looked up, with a hint of panic and alert in his eyes, and said in a voice: "Senior..."

"I am a soul, a soul that has been stranded here ten thousand years ago."

The woman was not surprised at all about his performance, and smiled faintly and said, "Don't be so nervous. I won't harm you, nor can I harm you."

After hearing her comforting words, Shisanlang couldn't help but smile bitterly. His nature was quite strong. If it were an ordinary person, he suddenly realized that he was facing a thousand-year-old monster. I am afraid that it is unknown if his soul flew out of the sky. In a blink of an eye, Shisanlang thought of a question: How can a person who has lived for ten thousand years say that she can't hurt herself? What does the sentence "fifth" mean?

Could it be that four people had come before me? But the people in the wilderness... not just tens of millions?

"They are different from you."

The woman saw his doubts and said warmly: "They are all people who broke through the first floor of the ancient monument and entered the second floor. Over time, they gradually became like this. Do you understand?"

Shisanlang's expression changed slightly, and he nodded after a long time of silence.

He believed in women's words and could only choose to believe. Anyone who came to such a place would either turn into a ball of dead bones or would become like that group of people; as for why they did not turn into ashes, it was obviously another reason. A reason that needed a lot of words to explain.

"Your kid is really good, different from the first four."

The woman looked at him with praise and said pity: "What a pity is that if you can't go out...it will be... sooner or later..."

She didn't say it clearly, and Shisanlang could hear the meaning of it, and a chill rose in his heart. He asked, "The four people in front?"

"They're all out," the woman said.

Shisanlang let out a long sigh and said repeatedly: "That's good. That's good."

The woman's eyes were filled with compassion and she sighed and said, "Even if she goes out, she will still be back."

Shisanlang was speechless and thought to himself that even if the outside world was a sea of ​​swords and fire, who would be willing to come back?

Just as he was thinking about how to ask, the woman sighed and said, "Let's not talk about these things for now, tell me about you. You will know everything here, time is a bit."

Shisanlang was slightly stunned and then he was silent.

He understood the woman's mood. If she was talking about the real situation, then what kind of loneliness she had to endure and what kind of unbearable torment she had to endure?

Ten thousand years... Five people...

No matter how you count it, it's a comparison that's enough to make people crazy.

Not to mention this place, even if you come from the most beautiful place, you have the most intoxicating enjoyment. Who can wait alone for ten thousand years?

Well, the word "waiting" is obviously inappropriate, but she is indeed waiting. She has been waiting for hundreds or thousands of years before she has seen someone. Imagine what kind of horror it should be. And how desperate it is.

Shisanlang didn't know what happened to the woman, but he understood that as long as there was a slight possibility, she would never be happy to stay here for a second longer. Being with such a "poor person", even if you have something big, even if you are an unconscious soul, you will have to give birth to a lot of mercy.

So Shisanlang stood up, bowed to the woman, and said seriously: "My younger brother Xiao Baqi, I have seen...senius!"

"No need for so many rituals, you will soon forget the worldly vain rituals in the world, just like me."

The woman chuckled softly, but her eyes were filled with kindness and compassion that made Shisanlang feel panicked, and she said casually: "Tell me, how did you get rid of the Demon Wheel Road?"

"The Road to the Demon Wheel?" Shisanlang asked back.

"It's the path to the training of the inner demon."

The woman's eyes surged curiosity and said, "I call them the primary candidates who enter the second level like you. If every primary candidate wants to wake up, they need to experience the inner demon training and successfully pass through... Like you, you are the selected ones."

This sentence contains a lot of meaning. Shisanlang thought about it seriously and did not ask what would happen if he couldn't get through it. Only then did he remember the ring of the root cause, raised his hand and found that it had completely disappeared. Apart from the original position, there was no trace of feeling.

The woman looked at him quietly, with no impatience. It was easy to understand that a person with such experience was probably the best patient person in the world. In other words, even if he didn't ask about these words, as long as Shisanlang and her stayed with her, sooner or later, one day he would be afraid that even the eighth generation of ancestors would take the initiative to say things, and there was no need to worry at all.

Shisanlang thought about it carefully and said to the woman: "I would like to ask you for advice. Do those people in the past also absorb the wood chips that brought me in into their bodies like me?"

"absorb?"

The woman was really surprised this time. A light flashed in her eyes that was unchecked, and she said in confusion: "Are you talking about the fragment of Duhua Yuzi? Have you absorbed it?"

"The jade letter of the passing of the world?"

Only then did Shisanlang realize the real name of the thing he called Kong Mingsuo. He couldn't help but curse that the thing was so beautiful that he could not withstand such a nice and elegant name with an ancient flavor.

After describing its shape, the woman nodded and said in confusion: "Yes, it's really a fragment of the Duhua Jade Book, and it's also a token of entering here. But I don't understand that the selected persons have always been hand-held and will automatically return afterwards. After hearing what you said, why did they first become rings? Now they have been completely integrated..."

"Well……"

The woman didn't understand, and Shisanlang was naturally even more confused. He thought to himself that this matter was not a blessing or a disaster, and said angrily: "I want it to return... return? Where to return?"

"Of course it's back to the first level."

The woman smiled bitterly and said, "Otherwise, how could she deceive others into coming in?"

The next chapter is a little later, I will reveal the secret and solve the problem, so let me write carefully.
Chapter completed!