One minute in reality is equivalent to two days in dream.
At such a terrifying time flow rate, three hours passed in reality, but two full years passed in the dream.
In reality, no one could imagine how Zhou Ming survived two years in a dream world filled with swordsman masters.
Even Zhou Ming himself couldn't help crying when he recalled these two difficult years and sighed with regret.
How many times has he died in the past two years?
How many battles has he experienced in the past two years?
Countless sword moves flashed through his mind, countless duels, countless life and death battles, every move, it seemed like only the sword was left in his consciousness.
If you are loyal to the sword and sincere to the sword, you will be extremely good with the sword.
Standing on the top of the city, Zhou Ming looked at the clouds floating in the sky, as if they were sword clouds dancing. He looked at the crowd below the city looking up at him, as if they were sword lights pointing at him. Looking at him
The man opposite, dressed in white and standing with a sword in his hand, seemed to be a peerless sword, and the man and the sword were perfectly integrated.
"You are no match for me, but I still come to the appointment. Do you know why?"
The man opposite stood quietly, like a piece of ten thousand-year-old ice. His sword was cold, his person was cold, and his voice was even colder.
"Because six months ago, there was a man who looked very much like you. He tried his best to get in front of me, just to get me to take action."
"That day, I took action. With just one move, I slit his throat and ended his life. But with the few words he said before his death, I will always remember him."
"What did he say?" Zhou Ming chuckled lightly and asked.
"He said, 'I heard that if the sword is fast, the sound of blood spurting out from the wound is like the sound of wind, which is very pleasant. Well, I heard it now, and it is indeed very pleasant.' It was a simple sentence, but when he said it
He said it with a smile, and he smiled very freely. Just like your smile now, you really look like him."
"Do you think you can kill me again?" Zhou Ming asked.
The swordsman in white was silent, and then slowly drew his sword.
"Is it because you don't answer because you don't know the answer yourself? Have you noticed that there is warmth in your voice, and you are no longer the ruthless swordsman you used to be." Zhou Ming's hand was also on it.
On the hilt of the sword.
"You know, this is not the first time I have been killed by you. Every time I die in your hands, I try to leave my mark on you and change you subtly."
"I succeeded. That time half a year ago, I firmly engraved my image in your heart, so that you can never forget me. It's strange, it's just a word."
"I don't want to listen to fairy tales. If you want to tell me that you won't be killed by me, then I will kill you and then wait for you to prove to me when you are resurrected." As soon as he finished speaking, the swordsman in white drew his sword neatly.
.
His sword seemed to have penetrated the barriers of time and space, and passed through Zhou Ming's body in an instant. It was an extremely magnificent sword light, and everyone who saw it was intoxicated.
But Zhou Ming didn't, there wasn't even a single scar on his body, as if the sword strike just now was really just a show of fun.
"You are good at swordsmanship. In this world, I will never be able to defeat you with a sword, but my companions provide enough disturbance so that I can move the cornerstone of this world."
"As time goes by, the power of the Hell Soul Cleansing Sutra has finally reached a level that is enough to distort this dream."
Zhou Ming raised his sword and swung it lightly, and a sword exactly like the swordsman in white appeared, and the magnificent sword light pierced the body of the swordsman in white.
A bit of astonishment flashed in the white-clothed swordsman's eyes, and the coldness in his heart was finally dissipated by enough emotion. He fell to the ground, but suddenly laughed, with a smile of relief.
"I heard that there is a kind of wine in the world called "Drunk Life and Dreams of Death". After drinking it, it can make you forget everything you have done before. The biggest trouble people have is that their memory is too good. If you can forget everything, every day will be forgotten.
It will be a new beginning, so tell me how happy it is."
"Look, you are very happy now, because although everyone I kill is you, but every you is a different you, the dead you, the living you, the living but about to die you
, you will be resurrected after death, every time is a new beginning."
"So you can start over after death, forget everything, and become obsessed with swordsmanship. This is really happy and relaxing, isn't it?"
Zhou Ming sheathed his sword and walked up to him, looking down at the swordsman in white who was sitting on the city wall.
"That sword just now was indeed your sword, so you were defeated in your own hands." Zhou Ming stretched out his right hand, and a halo of mist appeared in the palm of his hand.
"You have to remember that you are Shangguan Wuji."
The power of the Hell Soul Cleansing Sutra engraved the information contained in this sentence into this ray of will.
As the body of the swordsman in white disappeared, that ray of will flew away, reappeared with a new identity somewhere in this world, and integrated into this world without any surprise.
No one will find it strange, and no one will question it, because this is the logical law of how the world operates, and everyone here is born this way.
However, this time, for some reason, this new born man suddenly heard a sentence in his mind.
"I am... Shangguan Wuji?"
In Shangguan Wuji's dream, a "ghost" suddenly appeared in this self-contained world.
A ghost who wanders around, constantly challenging all the masters, winning every battle, and never losing.
The reason why he is said to be a "ghost" rather than a master is because his swordsmanship is not very good and is not at the same level as the top masters he killed.
As for those top masters, it was better to say that they were killed by him than by him, because they all died under their own unique skills.
But the "ghost" is immortal. No matter how powerful the master is, no matter how exquisite the sword moves are, as long as he attacks the "ghost", his moves will come back intact, not only unable to hurt the "ghost"
Even if you don't do anything, you will kill yourself.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In a very short period of time, more than a dozen top masters died at the hands of "ghosts", but people in this world have never been afraid of life and death, or in other words, they regard death as home.
The appearance of the "ghost" did not cause any chaos at all. Instead, the real masters were so happy that they lined up to die.
At the same time, another incident in this dream world attracted more and more people's attention.
I don’t know when, but a new force appeared in the originally harmonious dreamland. They called themselves Shangguan Wuji. Not one person was Shangguan Wuji, but everyone claimed to be Shangguan Wuji.
They don't know why they are Shangguan Wuji, but they all firmly believe that they are Shangguan Wuji, or they think that they are part of Shangguan Wuji, and all of them together are the complete Shangguan Wuji.
And these "Shangguan Wuji" are like a virus that is wantonly infected with division. While they are shouting that they are Shangguan Wuji, they are also constantly assimilating other people, making more and more people think that they are Shangguan Wuji.
"Shangguan Wuji!"
"Shangguan Wuji!"
"Shangguan Wuji!"
They shouted like this, and their momentum became stronger and stronger.
These people finally made normal people who originally only cared about swordsmanship react, and conflicts broke out between the two sides.
At this time, people discovered that the "ghost" appeared repeatedly, and each time stood on the side of "Shangguan Wuji". Only then did people understand that the "ghost" was Shangguan Wuji's person, or that he was also Shangguan Wuji, but the ghost never came.
Never admitted it.
What makes normal people even more alarmed is that some "newcomers" think that they are Shangguan Wuji as soon as they appear, and the proportion of these newcomers is still increasing.
They tried various methods to try to prevent this kind of thing, but all methods were ineffective.
Just like a virus that divides without any restrictions, the number of "Shangguan Wuji" grows exponentially. One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, and eight becomes sixteen. The number of people becomes more and more, and the number of people increases faster and faster.
Coming faster and faster.
When everyone became part of the ocean shouting "Shangguan Wuji", Zhou Ming stood on the city wall and looked at the densely packed "Shangguan Wuji" below the city, feeling at ease.
"It's faster than expected."
During the induction, the "normal consciousness" that does not belong to "Shangguan Wuji" becomes less and less, until the last one disappears, and everyone in the world becomes Shangguan Wuji.
Zhou Ming opened his hands with his palms facing the sky, as if he wanted to embrace the sky. His whole body turned into a halo of mist and suddenly dispersed.
The halo spreads out like waves, passing through each "Shangguan Wuji" and overlapping with this dream world.
"The human world is like a prison, and all living beings are mine. Hell cleanses the soul, and the mind and spirit are unified."
The entire dream world suddenly turned into a sea of fire.
Everything in this world is thrown into the vast flames, everything is burning, smelting, and becoming one.
The sentient beings in the world, countless Shangguan Wuji, did not make any dodge movements. They were all waiting, waiting for the moment when they merged together, waiting for the moment when the real Shangguan Wuji awakened.
Everything ends in the sea of fire.
Heaven and earth turned into a furnace of flames, and all things were smelted into one body in the furnace fire.
That is a sword that is unparalleled in the world.
Before Zhou Ming could see clearly what the sword looked like, the sword had already transformed into a human being, a handsome and elegant man with gray hair on his temples, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes.
That man's body was still filled with the unparalleled aura of heaven and earth, as if only his body had changed, but his essence was still that unparalleled sword.
Then, the man slowly opened his eyes.
When his eyes met Zhou Ming's thoughts, Zhou Ming, who had used the Hell Soul Cleansing Sutra to transform himself into heaven and earth, blended with this dream world, and melted all the souls and thoughts of Shangguan Wuji into one, was suddenly knocked out.
This state of incarnation of heaven and earth reappears in reality.
The two thoughts transmit information to each other at a speed far exceeding the speed of light. In an instant, countless exchanges are completed. In this moment, the understanding of each other changes from strangers to one who knows each other deeply and has the same mind.
confidant and friend.
Then, Shangguan Wuji smiled and nodded to Zhou Ming, extending his right hand.
"I will wake up, and this dream world that has lasted for twenty years will also disappear."
"But before that, together you and I can finally make use of this dream world."
"Use this mighty power of heaven and earth to attack the supreme path of swordsmanship. Take a look and see that there is a realm of swordsmanship that does not belong to this world!"