Demon Lord 3

Chapter 728 When a ghost covers your eyes and encounters a ghost wall

At the normal level, we can't find the coordinates, so we need to tie some cloth to the trees or make some marks to make it easier to find the coordinates. This is the medium level. The highest difficulty is also the easiest to get trapped. As long as you go up, you will reach the same location as others expect, but when you run down the mountain, you can't tell the front, back, left, and right. Or the higher you go, the lower you go, and the lower you go, the higher you go. This kind of randomness is the most difficult to navigate. This kind of ghost wall is generally prepared for those with cultivation. Ordinary people would not use such force. After all, those who can create this kind of ghost wall are probably not ordinary people. What exactly is this thing in my consciousness? If he were to infect my brain now, I'd be practically doomed. There was truly no hope. After all, whoever could enter my consciousness must be more powerful than me. Right now, I was fighting alone, and I couldn't use my earth energy. After all, I'd just recovered, so a bit of fighting power was a blessing. Suddenly, my head doubled in size, as if I had grown two heads. I scratched my head, but couldn't come up with any solutions. What should I do? I looked around. It seemed like I'd been here for ages. After a few more turns, I didn't continue toward the pavilion, but instead saw the brick again. What should I do? I saw the broken stone again. I kicked it twice, but it moved. I hadn't expected that the pavilion wasn't my ultimate goal. This brick was the answer. What level was I currently at? I also started to touch the square brick, but I didn't expect that the square brick was moved away by me. There was a hole underneath. It seemed that this hole could accommodate a person. If a person went down, he should be able to stay there normally. I looked again, but there seemed to be no oxygen in the hole. After all, I took out a lighter and lit a wooden stick. When I brought the stick closer to the other side, I found that it had gone out. In terms of Feng Shui, this should be a dead point. Even if it is a tomb, it should be the kind with mechanisms, and it is impossible to go down. I looked at it and shook my head. I didn't plan to go any further, but I bypassed here. When I came back, I didn't find this, but was getting closer and closer to the pavilion. Should I find this stone or that pavilion? After searching for a long time, I still didn't find what my ultimate goal was. What was the purpose of this ghost wall? I don't know if it was confusing my concepts or there were some key things that I forgot. I searched here for a long time, but I didn't find what I wanted. I also felt that I was getting farther and farther away from the truth. What are my goals and the truth? I sat cross-legged in meditation, contemplating the possibility that if someone came, I could escape the ghost wall. Wouldn't this town collapse naturally? But why was there no one here now? How much time had passed? Or was I being obscured by ghosts? If I was, such a thing would be quite possible. This was supposed to be a bustling street, but all I saw was this. It was as if I had been thrust directly into the environment. There was no pavilion or stone beneath the ground. I had imagined it all. If that were the case, everything made sense, but the sensations felt all too real. Yes, someone who could infiltrate my consciousness must have the ability to create a sense of touch superior to mine. It was quite possible that I could feel the reality. Following this line of thought, I continued walking. If I stood still, I would be doomed. What if I ran endlessly, even to the pavilion? So far, I haven't been to the pavilion. Even if there's danger, I'll give it a try. Maybe this is the clue I'm looking for. I continued walking forward and found that everything was just as I expected. The pavilion really existed. I looked around and didn't see any people. The voice in my consciousness slowly stopped talking. What's going on? The voice in my consciousness won't speak, which means that the person in my consciousness doesn't want to care about my voice anymore. If it doesn't speak, then I can no longer be controlled by it.