Nothing will die, because nothing has ever really existed.
Luo Sen sat down with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
Time passes by little by little.
But nothing has changed.
Extremely dead silent.
Perhaps such an unreal place is the best place to understand the laws of illusion.
I don't know how long it took, but Rosen slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were purple, like a dream, deep as a world of nothingness. If someone stared at his eyes carefully, he would have the illusion that the whole person was sucked in.
Unfortunately, there is no one else now.
So no one knows what happened to Rosen.
It's very simple, he has completely mastered the laws of illusion.
The current environment has given him the best soil for understanding.
How long have you understood it?
Luo Sen didn't know that maybe five years, maybe ten years, or more, no time was really passing, no need for sleep, no need for scratches.
Now, he can make opponents of the same level fall into an absolute nightmare at a glance, and life is worse than death.
"Immortal in the pot, are you dead?" Luo Sen shouted.
The fairy in the pot opened her eyes and glanced at Luo Sen casually.
It would be impossible if you are not surprised.
When ordinary people come here, they will lose their minds soon after they go out.
Few people can bear such a vain world.
Rosen's approach is very simple.
Enjoy yourself!
Use illusion laws to create a real illusion in your mind. Everything in the illusion is extremely realistic and has everything. The richer the imagination, the more interesting the illusion will be.
Imagination comes from cognition, and Rosen has experienced a prosperous world.
Therefore, the illusion he created is magnificent and you don’t have to worry about getting tired of it.
Whenever he is tired of understanding the laws, he will enter the illusion created by himself to rest for a while.
How could the spirit collapse?
Seeing the immortal in the pot open his eyes, Luo Sen was shocked, and his eyes were filled with purple: "Look at my eyes."
At this moment, the magic domain space was activated.
With the palm-level illusion rules, he had the intention to abide by the mind but not the mind. Luo Sen even had the confidence to drag the peak Spirit Emperor directly into the illusion. As long as he reached the illusion, everything was not up to him.
But the immortal in the pot was unmoved at all. He looked at Luo Sen's eyes and spit out two words: "Silly."
Such a trick is useless to him.
The immortal in the pot continued to close his eyes.
He is still waiting.
Wait for it to end.
Luo Sen was so angry that his teeth were itchy. Is it okay?
When he was upset, Rosen returned to the illusion he created.
This is a bustling metropolis, with traffic outside the windows running endlessly. The tall buildings in the distance are under construction, and the huge cranes make a buzzing sound, which is familiar and unfamiliar.
The house is quiet, with snow-white walls, comfortable large beds, and a square-shaped machine with blue light.
"That would be great if all this was true."
Rosen felt a little tired.
Just have a good sleep.
He lay on the soft bed, feeling comfort and comfort.
Sleepiness surged into my heart.
But just as he closed his eyes, a few familiar faces flashed through his mind, the green green that was waiting for the returnees gently and quietly, Jiarou, who was surrounded by lively and cute fairy light, was a serious and often spoke of the amazing Qu Zhongxuan, and he could sway the mountain.
Like the God of War You Hao.
no!
Can't sleep.
Rosen suddenly woke up.
He suddenly broke free from the illusion.
I really didn't expect that he was almost trapped in his own illusion and fell into slump.
It seems that the trick of illusion is not good.
Too dangerous.
I almost played myself to death.
The immortal in the pot seemed to have expected this scene for a long time, so he was not worried at all and did not open his eyes to look at Luo Sen.
"No." Rosen gritted his teeth: "I have to do something."
He stared at the illusory space in front of him.
My mind is continuing to move.
Nowadays, there is nothing you can do except insight.
But the law does not mean that one can understand it by sensation.
The ability to comprehend as exaggerated as Young Master Qu. If you comprehend the Five Elements Law, you have to reach the extreme of the attribute spiritual power, let alone Luo Sen.
It is a very difficult thing to get started.
"What other rules are suitable for understanding this kind of place?" Luo Sen fell into deep thought.
At this moment, he suddenly felt shocked.
Think of a possibility.
The law of time.
That is a law that exists in the legend, and there has never even been a creature who controls time. Even if there are creatures who only have a trace of fur.
That is a law that is even more illusory than the law of destiny.
Luo Sen couldn't help but take a look at the immortal in the pot.
Maybe not before, but not now.
The immortal in the pot who can create this time crack may master some of the laws of time.
This is a really bold idea.
Luo Sen inexplicably came up with the idea of "I am really overestimating my abilities."
But looking at the calm face of the immortal in the pot, Luo Sen became more and more determined.
Once you understand the law of time, you should be able to escape from here.
I won’t say much, do it!
Luo Sen stared at the eternal mysterious universe, the vast galaxy, and fell into a long understanding.
The law of time, even if it is just an introduction, is considered impossible.
ten years?
Twenty years?
One hundred years?
Luo Sen saw through the space in front of him, and could not feel the slightest law of time.
He was mentally exhausted, so he held on.
His body was rotten, and he still had no other moves.
That obsession supported his will not dissipate.
He went in and out of his ethereal state, out and in, but still had no gains.
Even if time is meaningless.
But Luo Sen already felt the vicissitudes and age of his heart.
I feel so tired.
"You are really daring to think about the law of time." At this moment, a faint, slightly mocking voice suddenly came from not far away.
Luo Sen slowly woke up from the silence.
He felt like he had been buried in the soil for thousands of years, ancient, heavy, and decayed.
I almost forgot who the person in front of me was.
"The law of time cannot be controlled at all." said the immortal in the pot: "You are destined to be in vain."
Rosen was silent for a long time: "It's futile, at least I can have one more thing to do so that it won't disappear. Even if it's just to hold you back, it's enough."
In his opinion, the immortal in the pot is a guy who is more troublesome than the nine demon masters.
"Time is still. No matter how long you delay me, the time I leave and the time I enter are only a moment away." said the immortal in the pot.
Luo Sen's heart was slightly sank.
So that's the case.
Is everything futile?
"You should be very tired, so why don't you just disperse." The voice of the immortal in the pot was like a heavenly sound in this space where nothing existed.
After being able to say a few words, Luo Sen felt great satisfaction.
This emotion is very wrong.
But gradually he began to be unable to control his thinking.
It's better to just disperse...
It's gone.
Don't stick to it, it's too tiring.
Too tired.
It’s better to sink into your own illusion, where everything is there.
A smile gradually appeared on Luo Sen's face, as if he had fallen asleep.
The immortal in the pot suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could relax for a long time, he saw Luo Sen suddenly open his eyes and stare at him.
Rosen forced himself to cheer up and laughed: "You actually took the initiative to talk to me, hahahaha, you're talking."
"So what?" The immortal in the pot was cold.
"This means you are afraid." Luo Sen's body trembled slightly, and a few traces of madness flashed through his eyes: "You are afraid, you are afraid that I will drag you to death."
"ridiculous."
Faced with the contempt of the immortal in the pot, Luo Sen seemed to have recovered his vitality at once.
He continued to stare at this space and continued to understand the laws of time.
At worst, I just drag it all the time.
He saw a trace of hope to drag the immortal in the pot.