"Don't think too much, leave quickly. With the black wind, you can't leave even if you want to." The old man's eyes were calm, as if he didn't hear Qin Yang's words at all, and he was talking to himself.
Without saying a word, the old man turned around and walked away, disappearing into the village in a few steps, leaving Qin Yang alone here.
Qin Yang felt like he had been punched on cotton, leaving nothing in sight. For a moment, he was filled with awkwardness, and the smile on his face slowly dissipated.
Looking at the village coldly, Qin Yang was not happy at all.
The old man ignored him at all, he was so confident!
In other words, even if he sees through this place and just loops this day's time infinitely, he probably won't be able to escape from here.
Qin Yang lowered his head and pondered. According to his guess, he should have cycled here ten times. The Eye of Deception is indeed real. He learned it in ten days. It may indeed be related to the ray of innate Hongmeng Purple Qi he merged with.
There is no need to elaborate on this point, but what about other things? Old Man has no reaction to the skill. He may be fake. The consumption of Yimu Essence Crystal is real, which proves that he did use it himself.
There was also a sledgehammer with a broken handle that I had seen before. There was a fleeting feeling of familiarity. I must have seen it before, but I had forgotten it.
In addition, occasionally I feel that I have overlooked something. This is probably not an illusion, it is really something that I have forgotten.
In other words, I can't remember it here.
Furthermore, the death energy around that old man was so strong that any ominous soul in the coffin village could kill him with just a finger.
Why don't they kill? Why do they continue in this endless cycle?
In other words, they are all fake and have no ability to kill themselves.
Qin Yang looked at the broken wrist. The blood was still flowing. The pain was extremely real. The real energy was circulating. When it reached the wrist, he could feel that one hand was really gone.
"This injury must be fake!"
Since the opponent can hurt himself so easily, he can naturally kill himself easily. To boil everything down to the simplest conclusion, if he doesn't kill him, he can't kill him naturally.
The most critical question now is how to leave this place that looks like an illusion, but doesn't look like an ordinary illusion.
Qin Yang tried to record all the information on a jade slip, made a copy on the paper, and hung the storage bag around his neck.
Walking in the wilderness, Qin Yang silently counted the time. A black wind was about to break out. Should he avoid the black wind or not?
The old man reminded me before that the black wind is full of destruction, destroying everything, and cannot be touched.
But the old man left simply before, which shows that Black Wind is not the key to leaving. The other party is not afraid of breaking into Black Wind. If he enters Black Wind, he will most likely not die, and maybe he has broken into Black Wind before.
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After thinking about it, Qin Yang recorded everything and continued to wander in the wilderness, observing everything here and recording everything in a book.
Not long after, a wisp of black wind appeared out of thin air and floated in. In an instant, it turned into a black wind of destruction that covered the entire world. A strong meaning of destruction rushed towards his face. Qin Yang looked calm and let it go.
The dark wind blew.
In the blink of an eye, the body was reduced to ashes, and everything was reduced to nothing.
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Opening his eyes drowsily, Qin Yang rubbed his dizzy head and stood there blankly. It took him a long time to regain consciousness.
After coming back to his senses, the first thing that felt something was wrong was the storage bag hanging around his neck.
"Huh? When did I hang the storage bag around my neck?"
He took off the storage bag, took a quick look, and immediately found jade slips and papers inside. After reading what was on it, Qin Yang frowned.
"It means that I have been here many times. When I entered the black wind, I couldn't leave here. Instead, I started everything over again. I discovered the truth of the infinite loop, but I couldn't find a way to escape."
Putting away the jade slip, Qin Yang lowered his head and pondered. If the other party didn't kill him, he couldn't kill him. Before the union, he seemed to have tried every means to prevent him from entering.
Then there is only one possibility. The other party is afraid of you and can't kill you. They can only use this method to trap you here alive.
Even if you know the truth, the cycle will continue endlessly.
All the details of yesterday have been recorded in the book. After reading it, Qin Yang walked towards the coffin village with a sullen face.
When he arrived at the entrance of the village, Qin Yang paused and looked at his right hand. According to his own records, yesterday his right hand had turned into powder, but today, his right hand was intact.
Looking at these tombs now, my hands feel itchy for no reason...
Taking out a shovel from his storage bag, Qin Yang stepped forward and patted the tombstone of a tomb.
"Senior, I'm sorry. I've been burying people, but I haven't really dug anyone's grave. There is a daily cycle here, and every day is an auspicious day for raising a grave. We hit it off and shook hands.
Are you not willing? Forget it, you guys are probably fake anyway, so it doesn’t matter what your opinion is.”
Qin Yang smiled happily, but without stopping, he started digging.
The earthen grave was dug, and there was a black stone coffin inside. Although the death aura was strong on it, it was far different from those ominous dead souls. This person must have been sleeping for a long time, and the death aura had begun to dissipate.
After opening the museum, they saw a corpse lying inside with only the skeleton left. The surface of the skeleton was covered with blood lines, and the skeleton itself was glowing with a strange blood color. Apart from the death energy, there was no trace of divine power left on the corpse.
"Senior, let's check whether it is true or not. If it is true, I will give you a good golden nanmu coffin..." Qin Yang murmured to himself, bowed his hands, and then stretched out his right hand.
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When the skill was activated, a phantom of a palm appeared in the hand, and when it was grabbed among the corpses, two balls of light, one white and one blue, were immediately grabbed out.
Qin Yang was shocked. The corpse in the tomb was actually real?
He patted two light balls into his head. The white one was a skill book called Baicao Ji, which was about cultivating and identifying the methods of identifying Baicao. The blue one was actually a bit unexpected. It turned out to be a memory.
The beginning of the memory was when the senior named Lan Hai, who had exhausted his lifespan and lost all vitality, took the initiative to enter the ancestral tomb and chose his own tomb. After finishing the decoration, before he could explore the weirdness of the ancestral tomb, he saw a little spiritual light coming.
, and then his memory passed quickly, and he soon completely lost all consciousness.
But then, new memories emerged. He walked out of his own tomb, transformed into a strange person, and headed to other people's tombs. Not long after, he followed three ominous souls and rushed to the skull of the giant beast.
At this point, the memory is gone.
Qin Yang opened his eyes and his eyes flickered. This memory should be the most crucial thing. Something strange happened in the ancestral tomb. It was not that simple.
He took out a golden nanmu coffin, buried the senior again, lit incense in front of his grave, and bowed in salute.
When they were digging an earthen grave next to them again, they saw the old man appearing silently again. With a smile on his face, he watched Qin Yang dig the grave with his hands behind his back, and did not stop him.
"Young man, you can't leave. This is not the illusion you imagined. Everything is real."
Qin Yang raised his eyelids and sneered: "Either kill me, or get out!"