Return from the second dimension

Amidst the turbulent flow of the void, a figure flashed, and it was Tang Zhen on the way.

Traveling in the turbulent flow of the void requires a wealth of experience and at the same time enough patience.

Step by step is thrilling, whether it is a giant void or a variety of undercurrents, it is enough to make travelers pay a heavy price.

Those who dare to walk in the void have enough means of self-protection, after all, this is a real life restricted zone.

After staying in the void for a while and correcting the direction of advancement by plane coordinates, Tang Zhen continued to advance in a semi-energetic form.

There is no direction, no sound or light in the void, and if there is no plane coordinates, you can only wander aimlessly.

For the weak-willed, travel in the void is a torment, and it will not take long to completely go crazy.

In the endless void, you can occasionally see the projection of consciousness that has strayed into the void. Because of the weak mental power, it simply stays for a long time?

Most of the consciousness projections enter the void in a state of coma and sleep, and will never know that they have entered the void in a higher dimension.

After all, in the void, nothing can be sensed, and who can be sure that he has actually been there?

If you are unlucky and caught by the evil existence in the void, you will suffer a series of disasters.

Many of the unlucky ones who are possessed by the devil are the projection of their consciousness into the void, and then they are captured by the devil and occupy the main body.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Tang Zhen, even if he occasionally encounters the projection of consciousness, he will choose to ignore it.

It is not the first time that Tang Zhen has been in the air, knowing what should not be done, and deliberately avoiding dangerous places.

Even if he is the creator, he dare not look down upon the vast void, otherwise he will pay a heavy price.

The goal of this trip is a high-energy plane, not only has the avatar of the god king, but also a treasure hunt for many cultivators in the castle.

According to the information, this plane is called the Great Haotian World, and there are many subsidiary small worlds next to it.

If you want to enter the Great Haotian World, you must enter through the subsidiary small world, and there are many restrictions.

At the same time, the information mentioned that in this world, do not use monk skills, otherwise it will be easy to be perceived by indigenous monks.

Once exposed, there will be a special hunting team to hunt down and kill the monks in Loucheng.

The reason is that the monks in the Loucheng have infiltrated many times, causing great losses to this plane.

Therefore, the Great Haotian World issued an order that once the trace of the monk in Loucheng was discovered, he must report it, and everyone could kill him and receive a reward.

None of the Loucheng monks who can enter the Great Haotian World is weak, so this wanted order is basically just a display, and it is impossible for ordinary people to find the traces of Loucheng monks.

In order to be able to disguise and complete the task better, Tang Zhen once carefully studied the cultivation system of the Vast Sky plane and discovered that this is a world where all kinds of weird gods exist.

Some are similar to the wizarding world, but many places are completely different. In short, it is extremely chaotic.

The strength level of the monks is closely related to their beliefs, and they fight and exclude each other.

In addition to all kinds of secret cultivation systems, the most mainstream cultivation method in the world is to pursue the ultimate power.

When the power reaches its limit, various additional states will appear, which doubles the fighting power of the monk.

This seemingly simple and rude way of cultivation is very suitable for killing on the battlefield, so the fighting power of the monks on the Vast Sky plane should not be underestimated.

The battle of smashing the mountains with one punch and breaking the river with one foot appears from time to time in this world.

In addition, due to the suppression of the world's rules, the creator monk cannot enter in his true form, otherwise it will turn into a mobile natural disaster, triggering various disasters.

In this case, how to do covert actions and steal the power of the source?

Therefore, Tang Zhen could not enter in his true body, otherwise he would be discovered, and then met with resistance from the original will and the indigenous monks.

Casting a clone of consciousness and sneaking into this world silently is the only way.

The strength of the clone consciousness cannot be too strong, otherwise it will still be noticed, and then the indigenous monks will be chased and killed.

In the process of rushing, Tang Zhen had already analyzed the possible situation and formulated a detailed infiltration plan.

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In a slum, Hawke suddenly opened his eyes.

Red bloodshot eyes were covered in the tired and helpless eyes, and the eyelids seemed to be supported by invisible power, and they couldn't close even if they wanted to.

Hawke, who had just finished the night shift, felt like he was spread out and fell asleep when he touched the bed.

In this state, Hawke's eyes widened strangely, which was obviously not right.

It's a pity that there is no one in the house, and no one knows what happened to Hawke at this time.

He walked under the bed, his eyes fiddling with nothing, the whole time he was out of the sky.

Fortunately, he didn't know what he was doing, otherwise he would tremble with fear, and then kneel and pray to the god of faith.

It turned out that he was holding a basin in his hand, which was filled with the well water he received last night, shining with a chilling light.

There was a low voice in the ear, like a strange sound from time to time in a sleepless nightmare, I wanted to struggle to get rid of but I couldn't stop it.

A weird smile appeared on the corner of Hawk's mouth, then he put the basin on the table and pressed his face to it.

Then just bend over to maintain 90 degrees, soak your face in the basin, and stay motionless during the whole process.

There were bubbles in the water, and the blood vessels under the skin were obviously bulging, but Hawke was like a clay sculpture and wood carving, and he had not moved a little bit.

Time passed slowly, and after a full 10 minutes or so, a wave of waves suddenly appeared in the still water basin.

Then Hawke stood up suddenly, knocked over the basin full of water, and the floor made a muffled noise.

"Boom bang bang!"

There was a knock at the door, followed by a curse from a landlord, warning Hawke to be careful.

If there is another time, he will drive Hawk out.

"Don't worry, there won't be another next time!"

Hawke's voice sounded in a weird tone, but the landlord outside couldn't tell it.

He cursed again, then closed his mouth and went back to smoking a hookah under the eaves.

Hawk in the room stiffened, his heels off the ground, and his toes cocked strangely.

The water-wet hair was close to his forehead, and the water droplets were falling continuously down his chin. At this moment, those bloodshot eyes turned up strangely.

No other colors can be seen, only a pale white.

At this moment, Hawke looked like a corpse that had just drowned, but he maintained a strange standing position under the water.

It was as if an invisible silk thread pulled him up abruptly, but he did not leave the ground.

After a while, Hawke's body was convulsively convulsing.

A mouthful of filthy liquid spouted from Hawke's mouth, and his arms continued to wave exaggeratedly around.

After another minute or so, the convulsion and struggle slowly stopped, and Hawke was like a rag doll whose muscles and bones had been drawn, his head drooping toward his chest.

"Tick..."

The sound of water falling on the floor sounded very ethereal and weird in this narrow and dilapidated apartment.

"Huh..."

Soon there was a faint groan, and Hawke, who was like a discouraged ball, slowly raised his head, with an evil smile on his pale face.

"Haotian plane, here I am..."