Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

Weak to breathe, struggling to survive...

Looking up at the bright light above his head, Lu Mingfei had a feeling that he had never been able to catch.

The water flowed along the skin. In this cold deep sea, there was nothing but absolute silence and the sound of my own heartbeat.

"Changed..." Bai Mo looked at Lu Mingfei.

There was a change in his death this time, not physically, but with some relatively illusory content.

"It's a change in the realm of consciousness."

Lu Mingze's voice was low.

Pain can make people remember the process, and happiness is temporary.

The joy from secretions will only gradually dissipate as the memory becomes blurred, just like a game you liked to play when you were a child, but you will not like it in just a few days or half a month, but will become disgusted.

But pain is different. The memory of a drowning cannot be forgotten even for a lifetime. Every time you wash your face and bury your head in the water, you will think of drowning and feel despair!

Even if you don't remember every scene at that time, it is impossible to forget this painful memory, and your body will subconsciously avoid it.

This kind of pain is like a haunting ghost. As long as it appears once, it will never be forgotten.

"What Lu Mingfei is experiencing now is a change in consciousness, a change that goes deep into the physical body."

Bai Mo commented.

Lu Mingfei's change was not surprising, it was very natural.

He will be afraid of dying once, and he will be afraid of dying twice. However, after the number of deaths breaks through the body's consciousness, he will be broken by the shackles he once carried, and respond instantly after the "painful" torture.

He raised his arms and rowed briskly across the deep sea, twisting his body like a fish, trying to adapt to the deep sea.

Lu Mingfei was awkward and immature at first, and many parts were meaningless and useless.

But that's not important. He has a good teacher. The painful memory of death will make Lu Mingfei remember what is "wrong" and then make changes.

It doesn't matter if you make a mistake once, twice or three times. As long as your body remembers "correctness", that's enough.

After twenty-seven deaths, Lu Mingfei gradually became familiar with this process.

The first is to adjust your own breathing, your heart rate gradually slows down, and your limbs and body gradually become a whole. Then by twisting the body, swimming towards the light on the water surface. Finally, breathe and look at the whole body as a whole…

Lu Mingfei did not sprint with all his strength. Instead, he started jogging, slowing down his body's consumption, swimming upward bit by bit, chasing the light he saw.

His speed was not fast, but very smooth, vaguely like a flying fish swimming.

Relax, relax...

Repeating this word in his heart, Lu Mingfei looked at the blue water in front of him, and the feeling of the deep sea flowing on his skin replaced his eyes.

Lu Mingfei relaxed his body, followed the intuition that appeared in his consciousness, and turned into a swallow in the strong wind, following the flow of the air and borrowing the force to move forward.

... In less than three minutes of showing off, he drowned again after making seventeen mistakes.

"Very good, you have found the idea"

Listening to the sound of the system, Lu Mingfei shouted with anger that he had been ignoring.

"…………(Chinese quintessence classic quotes from Zu'an District)"

"Although I don't care about your abuse, I still suggest that you learn to respect and respect the enemy you cannot defeat."

"Snapped"

The mirror lake under Lu Mingfei's feet shattered, and he sat down on the ground with an earthquake-like feeling.

Looking down from the top of the sky in this space, unimaginable fragmentation appeared on the mirror lake, and something was rising rapidly in the deep blue sea.

“aaaaa——————”

Click~

The mirror lake shattered, and the incomprehensible sound made Lu Mingfei fall into a daze at this moment.

Two seconds later, he raised his head and looked up at the white shadow that appeared in front of him.

The beast from the deep sea poked out its eyes, which were larger than Lu Mingfei's perspective and covered the sky.

"This is the final BOSS, I want to say hello to you in advance"

The purple cracks continued to spread up and down, expanding rapidly, and the flesh and blood in the cracks was beating, unknown murmuring demonic voices were calling, and incomprehensible blue light emitted from the eyes of deep purple flesh and blood.

Lu Mingfei couldn't understand what was happening and what the blue light in front of him was. His head exploded instantly after looking at the purple flesh.

After Lu Mingfei died again, his eyes closed, the cracks smoothed out again, and the beast sank into the deep sea.

It is a shell, a condensation of consciousness similar to that of God. In a sense, it is part of the whole body of Bai Mo. It contains a collection of information that integrates different worlds.

"This is your face...Deep Sea." Lu Mingfei couldn't understand, but Lu Mingze could recognize some clues.

Lu Mingze had no way of knowing Bai Mo's true identity. No matter how big his brain was, he couldn't guess what a ubiquitous thing that replaced "human beings" and whose body had already merged with the earth in the form of a soul was.

Just like ants crawling on paper, they cannot recognize whether the paper is real paper or a substituted paper.

However, if a hole is broken in the paper, through the changes in the edge of the hole - through contact, the words spoken by Bai Mo and the "characteristics" expressed now, Lu Mingze can try to understand what Bai Mo is, and for him Summarize "Definition".

Think of the soul of an ordinary person as a flame passing away in the wind, and the soul of a mixed race as a burning flame, then what is shown in this blue light is a fission star, the sun hanging high in the sky!

"I think you can recognize the difference, continue"

The system sound ended, and a repeated death occurred again.

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, looked at the familiar deep sea, and began to correct his mistakes.

…………

"The 1367th death, this time the training is over, prepare for the third stage"

The sound of the system sounded. Lu Mingfei looked at the ceiling in front of him, his eyes were dull and lost their light, looking like a corpse that had been dead for many days.

"Brother." Lu Mingze stood beside him, reaching out and pushing Lu Mingfei worriedly.

The result was useless. Lu Mingfei was like a dead man and had no reaction at all.

Seeing him like this, Lu Mingze sighed and said to himself: "Brother, you have become stronger again."

"..."

"Now you are a swallow, seeing the flow of the wind in the storm and relying on the wind to fly."

"At the same time, in your spiritual world, I know who 'it' is."

"..."

Lu Mingfei still had no reaction.

"It is a new god, a new god who has completed the road to becoming a god. Perhaps it can be called the true Dragon King. It holds the power of the elements and has the wisdom of alchemy. It is the triple great Hermes."

"How to kill it."

Listening to Lu Mingfei's cold voice, Lu Mingze patted his forehead, feeling a little embarrassed.

Lu Mingze couldn't kill Bai Mo.

He had the trump card to kill Bai Mo's separate consciousness (information consciousness body) that came to him, but to really kill the main body, Lu Mingze could only say that he couldn't do it, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't do it.

"Brother, I can't do it. You can only rely on your own strength."

"……what should I do……"

Lu Mingze paced back and forth several times, gritted his teeth and revealed part of the truth: "Everything you have experienced happened in the spiritual world. As long as your spirit is sharp enough, brother, then it is really possible to kill 'it'."

It's just a split soul, so Lu Mingfei is not absolutely hopeless, there is a glimmer of possibility.

Kill the system...it's possible...kill the system!

Lu Mingfei sat up, sensing everything around him, and reached out to hold the flowing wind.

He has died enough times that his perception has become a swallow.