Chapter 18 When You Wake Up

At this moment, the words in the punishment log flashed in Jiang Chen's mind over and over again: "Oh, my God. Did the human race capture the Sea Hall? The tide-like human race poured into the palace, and the demon army fell one by one. Why can't I take action? Vision or nightmare or retribution?

"I see." Jiang Chen seemed to laugh and cry, "This is not an illusion." All this is too absurd and unbelievable, but it is the same as the encounter of Zhong Punish.

"This is a real scene, a real Yuntian. It's just that all this should have been born in the sea of prison a few years ago.

Jiang Chen muttered, "We are in the Holy Land of the Arctic. To be precise, we witnessed the scene of Yuntian when the Haisheng Special tsunami a few years ago.

The devil was stunned. Impossible! How is this possible? You must be crazy!" The devil said, "This is a false illusion!"

"Nothing is impossible. You yourself have said that the Mongolian world is an existence that is beyond our imagination. I said in an astringent voice, and I don't want to believe such speculation, because it proves the unpredictable power of the Mongolian world, reflecting my own smallness and ignorance.

As soon as the words fell, the demon in his body said again, "How can Yuntian walk directly through your body with people and boats? Unless they are illusory shadows!"

"When I fell into the illusion of returning to the Zhenxian Hall, I once deliberately knocked on the wall of the well, and the tentacles of the Mingshi were solid and cold. It can't be more real - is it different from an illusion? Similarly, I can't touch Yuntian. It doesn't prove that he is an illusion. Everything is relative. Perhaps in Yuntian's eyes, we are illusory. So he can't see me or hear me.

The illusory shadow is not necessarily false, and what can be reached out may not be true. Jiang Chen couldn't help but be a little confused. What is the truth in the world? What is fake? Is there an absolute difference? The truth of the past may be the holiday of the future. The truth in your own eyes may be false in the eyes of others.

And how can I know whether it is true or false at this moment?

"Mongolian, what the hell are you!" Jiang Chen looked up to the sky and roared, and the dense rain wet his face. The tsunami thundered, and the roaring wind and waves drowned his voice. The huge water wall was overwhelming and surging, rolling up a curved wave curtain, covering Yuntian's figure.

The waves fell and arched, and in the vast wind and rain, one person and one boat disappeared.

"This is indeed very similar to the sea of prison. Only the sea of death in the cloud world is black." Mo muttered, "Jiang Chen, are we really in the sea of exile a few years ago? It's incredible."

He added, "If this was the sea of death a few years ago, wouldn't we have escaped from the Holy Land of Mongolia in the Arctic?"

I just saw the sea of death in the Mongolian world a few years ago. Jiang Chen wiped the water and shook his head: "I don't know. But if we continue to stay or even go deep into the sea of prison, we may fall into a new fantasy and never get out. Zhuang Zhou Mengdie is both true and false. This is the most terrible place in Mongolia.

"Who is Zhuang Zhou?" The devil said, "I'm almost confused by you."

"In short, we can't be trapped in the sea of prison. Li Sheng should no longer be here, and she can't come here with her divine knowledge. When she flew into the air, she must have been left in place by Mengjie. Jiang Chen pondered for a moment, decisively called Wang Shu, dived into the deep sea, and tried to find an exit.

The depths of the sea of prison are also stormy waves, with ripples spreading and shaking rapidly, like a violent ** giant beast. The seabed is greatly raised and cracked. The rocks exploded one after another, ups and downs in the rough waves. From time to time, there will be a sunken space, causing a series of crazy shocks.

"Rumbled", Jiang Chen operated the birth of Pluto, and his limbs turned into huge tentacles, and took turns to hit the bottom of the sea. I want to break it through a gap. The gravel collapsed and splashed, and the layers of rock were always bottomless. It took more than an hour, but it was still in vain.

He suddenly realized that fighting like this blindly is equivalent to falling into a real dream and will never wake up. I won't fall asleep completely.

How was the punishment in those years after thousands of years? What about the escape from the scene of the human race occupying the Hall of the Sea? Jiang Chen thought hard. At least he is luckier than Zhong's punishment. His scales and feather log gives Jiang Chen valuable experience.

The devil said, "Try to combine the power of the devil to use the eight elephants."

Jiang Chen shook his head helplessly: "When I used my divine consciousness* before, I was devoured by strange forces, my mind was blank, and I almost lost consciousness."

"That's why this is your only chance to get out of trouble."

Jiang Chen suddenly realized: "If the prey wants to struggle out of the trap, the hunter will naturally stop it." He hesitated. Will he become an idiot once he fails? Or is it replaced by a demon who has long been staring at it? However. He was trapped here until he fell into a fantasy and made him unbearable.

"Bum", the nearby seabed is misaligned and slipped, and a large area of solid rock-like crumpled dough is turned up, rolling into the distance, and is squeezed into pieces by seawater.

The boiling waves are enough to crack the strongest rock. Spell it! Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and tried his best to run the magic power to cooperate with the Eight Elephants.

"Boom"! The fist waved out, driving thousands of surging waves. With the momentum of the tsunami, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the word "broken" was used by eight elephants. Hit the fierce boxing!

Countless black gas flew around his fist, but with a bright glow illuminating the deep seabed. The terrible power of the Mongolian world surged wildly, tearing his consciousness, and tens of millions of whirlpools immediately rotated to resist. In an instant, Jiang Chen's brainache was about to explode, like a turbulence and collapse at the bottom of the prison, and was torn apart by the wild waves.

At this time, Jiang Chen's consciousness had reached the point of life and death hanging on the line, and was constantly pulled out by external forces. Strange thoughts came to my mind, conflicts and battles, and visions came, like volcanic eruptions. Suddenly, thousands of distractions turned into thick plasma, and painful and sad sobs came one after another. He saw in a trance that countless plasmas flowed out of a pair of empty and strange eyes.

This is a pair of eyes that can only be seen in nightmares, the darkest world, the most vicious juice, and the most rotten flesh and blood.

It is more like the remnants of many overlapping eyes, strange and mysterious, bursting out with dense, entangled and wriggling bright red wrinkles. The pupil is empty, like a lifeless grave, but it has precipitated thousands of years of resentment and curses, violent hatred, so strong that it can't melt and endlessly. It makes people feel that from this empty grave, a ghost will crawl out, suck blood and eat bones, and devour spiritual flesh.

These eyes are fleeting. Maybe this is just his illusion. His consciousness became more and more blurred, and he could no longer feel any pain, as if he were soaked in the slowly boiling warm water, with a kind of almost collapse comfort and relaxation. I don't know where I am and what to do, and I even gradually forget who he is.

He could faintly see the raised rolling eyeballs in his eyelids. The long tongue spit out its lips, covered with sharp nails, and the nostrils were pierced by iron rings, and holes were made on both sides. It is as thin as fire, full of big and small wounds and blood scars. Sores. The feet are like charcoal, the hands are like frozen ice, the arms are intertwined like twists, and the legs are black and bent upwards, as if soft noodles are coiled behind the neck.

Suddenly, Jiang Chen's tongue felt a tingling, as if it had been stabbed into an iron nail. Then, the nostrils seemed to be torn through by sharp objects, and the eyes were swollen. The pain is about to crack. For a while, the whole body was in pain and went deep into the bone marrow, like countless more wounds at once, like knife cutting, sword stabbing, smoking, burning and freezing.

The severe pain cleared Jiang Chen's mind and the consciousness that was constantly pulled away in an instant. It seems to be back again. Under the stimulation of pain, the desire to survive soared crazily, full of divine consciousness: escape! Escape from the sea of prison! Escape from Mongolia!

The sound of the rumbling waves suddenly disappeared, and the sea turned into flowing air in an instant. It is empty and gloomy in all directions. Jiang Chen sat on Wang Shu. Fly across the sky.

There are no surging waves and no roaring thunderstorms. There is no turbulent seabed. Only the faint wind

The cheeks are dry and cold, like waking up from a dream.

"I'm back! I escaped from the sea of prison a few years ago!" At the moment, Jiang Chen danced with excitement.

"Idiot!" Below, there was a really anxious cry from Li Sheng. She was as beautiful as snow, standing in the cold wilderness like a cemetery and waving her arm at him.

"Shuier!" Jiang Chen was overjoyed. Hind at Wang Shu, he slowly flew down, and the piercing pain of the inner cone suddenly spread all over his body, and his inner body twitched painfully, as if it had been cut and stirred.

Jiang Chen was slightly stunned, and his eyes inadvertently fell on his dry and loose sleeves, and suddenly hit a thrill. The whole body was cold in an instant, and a heart seemed to fall from the high clouds into the deep valley.

Just came out of the sea of prison. How can your clothes be dry?

"Illusion! It's an illusion! Although we escaped from the sea of prison, we fell into a new fantasy!" Jiang Chen shouted almost hysterically. What a terrible world. When he thought he had achieved great success, he quietly laid another trap and let him step in happily, and foolishly congratulated.

The Lisheng below suddenly disappeared, "buzzing", and there was a roar in his mind, and the sky turned around. Jiang Chen couldn't help closing his eyes and opening them again.

Jiang Chen still stood on Wangshu, flying towards the sky, and his clothes were cold and wet. The cold wind swept through my ears, and there was still a faint pain in my mind.

"Idiot!" Li Sheng sat in front of him, turned his face, stared at him with wide eyes, and shouted Jiang Chen's nickname. This is exactly the same as the shout she made before she disappeared.

Is it really Lisheng this time? He looked at her carefully and couldn't help screaming. Li Sheng's face was pale and almost transparent, like a thin ice, and his eyes were dim, and he suddenly became much haggard.

"Why did you suddenly get soaked?" Her face was full of surprise, and the water dripped along Jiang Chen's head and trousers - black sea water. As soon as they left Jiang Chen's body, they disappeared immediately.

"suddenly?" Jiang Chen didn't come to his senses at once, suddenly?" Make it clear, what is sudden?

"What's wrong with you?" Li Sheng looked at him strangely, "After we flew up, you suddenly got wet all over and looked very painful."