Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

The drum beats were smooth and deep, but with each knock, the air seemed to shake.

An inexplicable sense of urgency came quietly like this.

It's like there's something behind you chasing.

I couldn't help it... I couldn't help it and wanted to speed up. I couldn't help it, and I wanted to speed like lightning.

Wang Yu suddenly thought of the possibility that he had ignored.

The contents he made up by himself were now like misleading memories, beating towards him like raindrops.

"Is it possible that only those who reach the finish line can pass within a certain period of time? Will those who reach the finish line be selected only when they reach the finish line? Will those who are eliminated be thrown into some unbearable situation? Or will they directly reap death in this world?"

Miscellaneous memories and messy worries and concerns began to trample on like a tide.

Under such chaotic harassment, Wang Yu's originally relaxed mood suddenly became even more urgent.

His life is not without failure.

If there is no accident... he should have accepted and used to this failure naturally, and found a kind of self-comfort and balance from these failures.

It was the process of finally recognizing one's mediocrity after experiencing the world and struggling.

Many people will go through this process.

The screening of destiny sometimes does not depend on individual abilities and ambitions.

Perhaps it was just because some people threw out the leopard when making the sieve, while others were stolen chips and were not allowed to open the bet.

However, when the turning point came, fate played a joke with Wang Yu.

He suddenly soared into the sky and became the leader of the Ten Demon Sect.

Standing in a position that I didn't dare to think about it before.

That might be mediocre soul no longer willing to do so.

At this time, Wang Yu could no longer face failure calmly.

He needs to use success again and again to stabilize his status and strength.

Even if he became the leader of the Ten Demon Sect, it was a very lucky thing.

But he didn't want to be called the leader of the Ten Most Water Demon Sect. Since he was standing in the gust of the wind that soared into the sky, he didn't want to be pulled down from the wind and return to the ordinary.

While thinking, Wang Yu couldn't help but speed up. He pulled his speed faster while stepping on the drum beats.

Fuzhu is a god who is good at speed. As a warrior of Fuzhu tribes, Wang Yu's speed is certainly not slow.

The huge body, every step I take is like going beyond the mountains and the deep valleys.

The wind surrounds Wang Yu, as if urging him, so that Wang Yu is so excited that he is moving faster and faster.

Gradually, Wang Yu seemed to hear some of the voices in the wind.

He wanted to identify and listen carefully.

But I can't hear anything clearly, just like what I heard before, it's just some hallucinations.

Gradually, Wang Yu began to hear some loud shouts, some yelling whispers along the wind, some unknown whispers, and some ancient and heavy footsteps that seemed to be coming back slowly.

He seemed to be surrounded by people.

But it can't be seen or touched at all.

"This is definitely not auditory hallucination."

"A lot of people are rushing with me. This is the sound they make, but I can't hear what they are saying."

"It seems that these sounds, these languages... are not exactly the same as the languages ​​we use now."

Woo... Woo... Woo!

The deep horn sound came faintly from the depths of the thick fog, as if it was intersecting with the drum sound.

But at this moment, Wang Yu felt the deviation between the sound of the horn and the drum.

They don't seem to happen at the same time.

One is like experiencing the precipitation of time, while the other is like penetrating the barrier of time, bringing the sound of the future from a more distant future.

Wang Yu suddenly became a little blurred.

He began to forget the gap in time and even the traces of time.

His body began to become a little decayed.

The strong divine body also became slightly hunched.

Suddenly, Wang Yu suddenly woke up.

He thought of some of the "strategy" he had pieced together randomly.

"I have written that all the challenge warriors of the Ten Thousand Race Conference must show up with the shadows left in the Xihuang Mountains by the warriors of the past. In this way, generations of warriors become stronger and more pleasing to the gods... This was just my unreasonable guess about the Ten Thousand Race Conference of the Ten Thousand Race Conference of the Ten Thousand Races of the Westhuang Mountains, and even... This is a mysterious saying. As we all know, the mysterious and advanced posture is the eternal unknown and the trick of time."

"I just have the password for people's unknown needs, and use this password to make a little money."

"This book did not interfere with anyone."

"But why... why is everything like true?"

"It all seems to be confirming the theory I proposed randomly?" Wang Yu felt an inexplicable malice.

It was like there was a pair of palms that were in the dark, fiddling with his fate easily and unrestrainedly, and then standing on the long river of fate, teasing his stupidity and shallowness.

But in an instant, Wang Yu felt his "self-righteousness".

Those ridicule and fiddling were just his wishful thinking.

Just like the waves on the river, every wave once thought it was different from others, but in fact it was no different from other waves.

Suddenly, Wang Yu's feet were empty.

The road under his feet was broken.

Subconsciously, he would pluck up his divine power and then jump up with all his might.

However, no matter how hard he exerted, his falling posture was not changed.

He heard the sound that seemed to originate from the past and from the future.

All kinds of shouts, struggles, and roars, intersected one another through the thick fog, but inexplicably turned into a strange silence.

The world is so complex and noisy... but he is so lonely and lonely.

People walk through this endless thick fog, whether they move forward or fall continuously, they are like an isolated island that cannot be explored.

Wang Yu is still falling.

He began to try hard to empty his thinking and let go of his fear and confusion.

He wanted to imitate the brave men among the indigenous peoples in the wild world.

If this is a game of the gods, then what exactly does God want to see in these mortals?

Is it panic, fear, anger in the face of difficulties, or the courage, calmness and persistence in overcoming obstacles?

Or both?

Wang Yu could not get the answer.

Because he is not a god!

He is just a clown who was fooled by fate and forced to push him to some stage.

All seemingly exaggerated efforts are also to do their best to control your destiny at mercy.

Of course, there are many people who have similar experiences to Wang Yu, many people.

Even those guys who think they are better than Tian Chi Chi, how can they ensure that there is no more terrifying power behind them, and they are pushing invisibly?

Husband dolls are prohibited here!

At this moment, in the same situation, in addition to a large number of ordinary monks, there are also some true immortal-level monks.

Zhang Baicheng once again became the representative of these true immortal cultivators.

Ke Xiaoliang could see everyone in one glance.

But it is impossible to state everyone's experiences in a simple and quick way.

Therefore, there is still a representative here.

It's different from Wang Yu's confusion.

Zhang Baicheng seems very experienced.

Zhang Baicheng thought he had already seen those foolish god dramas clearly.

So when his feet were empty, as if he had fallen into a wormhole in time and space, and began to fall infinitely, Zhang Baicheng did not show any panic or any intention to resist.

He relaxed his control over his body.
To be continued...