With the loud noise, the entire world of clouds seemed to be tilting in another direction.
The huge Taiyi did not have any power to fight back under the hammer of Leviathan, and was smashed to pieces. The time stop of the silver pocket watch is very effective, but time cannot be paused forever. Leviathan's hammer will always hit him as soon as time flows again. The two talisman guns or the few talisman bullets shot were avoided by the other party's small body. Apart from leaving dozens of deep bullet marks on the poor sea of clouds, there was no other achievement.
The remaining Dharma book was held tightly in Zheng Qing's hand. As a glimmer of hope, he did not dare to open it before completely despair.
Bang!
Almost at the same time, a dull collision sound came from outside the altar.
The Leviathan incarnation curled up in a ball, and under the whip of the blue dragon's tail, it was like a ball, wandering around the altar, one inside and one outside, complementing each other.
But Zheng Qing couldn't laugh.
Bang--!
Two heavy voices sounded almost at the same time, from the inside out, and from the outside to the inside, unexpectedly resonated with the Yin-Yang Forbidden Spell that constructed Taiyi. Zheng Qing seemed to be rubbed by an invisible big hand, and the body hanging above the altar half-kneeled and half-beared in a strange S-shaped posture, lowered his head, and his eyes were unconscious.
Just as the resonance arose, his soul seemed to accidentally "touch" some extremely high place, where endless streams of light were flowing in a dizzying way. When his soul touched a certain stream of light, it seemed as if he stepped into a turbulent river, and his whole person was swept away by the turbulent river.
After panic, Zheng Qing slowly calmed down after realizing that there was no risk of drowning.
Then he found himself sitting on a 'boat', a small boat with no head and tail, no side, no sails, oars, or awnings, only a thin layer of deck under him.
A thin layer of five-colored light bloomed around, isolating the flowing light that was moving forward rapidly with the "boat".
Zheng Qing clenched his fists and hammered the deck under his body.
Dong Dongran.
It sounds very strong.
Give people a sense of reliability and security.
He stood up tentatively.
Looking around, I looked at the "boat" under me carefully. The more I looked, the more familiar I looked, I looked at it for a while, and finally realized that the deck supporting him was exactly the same as the leaves of Kaishu.
Thinking of Kaishu Yezi, he immediately thought of the gift he gave him on his birthday last month.
In other words, he has come to a higher dimension now for some reason?
Zheng Qing could only guess this possibility in his heart.
If I am in the high-dimensional world at this moment, what is the flowing light flying around me?
Sitting in the Yezi boat for a long time and thinking for a long time, Zheng Qing finally exhausted his little patience. He stretched out a finger and poked at the five-colored light. His fingers did not feel any resistance, so he easily poked it out, and then got a little light.
Bang!
Zheng Qing felt as if he was hit head-on by a violent fire dragon, and fell on his back.
Countless scattered scenes rushed towards him like an avalanche. Zheng Qing wanted to withdraw his arm, but his fingers seemed to be stuck to the thin stream of light as thin as a fancy spring. Unfamiliar and familiar voices rang in his ears:
“—Is it worth it?”
"—A glass of water, by the lake, is very different from being in the desert. The value depends on the price people are willing to pay for a concept... As long as I think it is worth so much, then it is worth so much."
"—Death turns us into angels, and makes wings grow from our shoulder blades that are like crows. We have deep love for this school, so we turn into angels to protect the tranquility here."
“—If you mean tranquility, it’s too bad if you mean turning all the magical creatures in the silent forest into undead… it’s not tranquility, it’s dead silence.”
"——You are all forcing me! I didn't want to do this! You are all forcing me!"
“——God created the angel… Does it mean that death is the god?”
“—Any concept worth worshipping is the realm of the gods.”
“——Guo!!!”
The rough and sharp crow sounds overwhelmed all the noise and became the only sound echoing in Zheng Qing's ears. He followed the crow sounds and looked at him. A dim picture suddenly came into his eyes, rushed towards him from small to large, and completely swallowed his consciousness.
The next second, Zheng Qing came to his senses and looked around, and the surroundings were dark.
A huge crow hovered not far from him, roaring to the sky, and a sharp and harsh "cunt" sound echoed between the whole world.
Zheng Qing realized that this should be the scene in the picture he saw.
And that crow—
A guess flashed through his heart, and then he looked down at the surrounding environment. He saw a mess. Around the huge pit, the uprooted trees were lying down in a row, and the air was filled with the burnt stinking of spells and lightning.
For some reason, Zheng Qing always felt that the shape of the deep pit looked familiar.
"——Are you a student from Jiuyou Academy? Why are you still staying here and not evacuated? Are you dead?" An angry scolding came from your ears.
Zheng Qing turned around and saw the fat figure of Ms. Bella, the head nurse of the school hospital. She was wearing a dirty white robe and was walking in a hurry.
"Zheng Qing?"
She obviously recognized the identity of this former regular visitor at the school hospital, and her eyes paused on the badge on Zheng Qing's chest, and her brows frowned: "——The teaching assistant team is really nonsense. This kind of occasion is not something you low-level teaching assistants can participate!"
"Can you see me?" Zheng Qing looked like a ghost.
Ms. Bella showed a 'I know' expression, and pulled the boy over and dragged him away from the big crow. While pulling him, she shook her head: "After the aftermath of the high-level spell just now, I'll be able to get my head? Don't be nervous, just slow down a little, use some Laplata water, and it'll be fine soon..."
Before Zheng Qing could come back to his senses from the shock that he could actually be seen by this ‘NPC’, he subconsciously asked: “—What happened? Sorry, I mean, is that big crow Professor Monteria?”
A trace of anger and disgust appeared on Ms. Bella's face again: "Don't call him a professor! It's no longer your professor! Which professor will completely degenerate in front of the students and make the institution mess?"
Academic institution?
This is the institution of learning?
Zheng Qing looked at the "wild land" around him that seemed to have been baptized by a silence and dark tide, and could not connect them with the institution he remembered.
However, with this reference, he realized what the deep pit he had just seen was.
Judging from the appearance, it should be Linzhong Lake after it was dried up.