After whispering these three words gently, the clock was soon seen, and everything in front of him began to disappear again.

All the flowers and plants retreated rapidly, re-emerging into a lifeless wasteland, without any difference from the previous.

“What... what’s the place?”

The three-way visions also make the clock more and more confused.

The world here seems to be between illusion and reality, and everything you see is an illusion, but the tiredness and pain in the body are incomparably real.

Unfortunately, in addition to moving forward, the clock has no choice at all, and it cannot make any impact on these visions.

I don't know how long it was, when the bell had come out of the chin and the beard, the wasteland in front suddenly turned into a flowing river.

With the experience of the previous two times, the clock seemed a lot flat from this time, and did not jump agitated because of the appearance of this sea water.

The sound of water coming from the front gradually evolved into a roaring roar, and the rushing water in the sea was like a huge python hovering, which actually rolled out directly from the river.

The terrible waves rose up, turned into a sea tide hundreds of feet high, and beat the clock with the destruction of the earth.

With the body of ordinary people now, if it is caught in this wave, it is absolutely impossible to survive.

Just in the face of the terrible wave wall, the look of the clock from the face without any change, still step by step forward.

Whether this is the environment or not, Zhong is no longer willing to hide, if the will of the world really wants to kill itself, it will not be so troublesome.

Just when the clock thought that the huge wave was going to be photographed on him, a giant figure suddenly rose up to the sky and rushed past the hundreds of high water.

The figure was high, strong and not like the human race, and the hand was holding a golden pillar, directly bombarding the huge wave.

Strange to say, the golden pillar is like having the power of the water, when it falls, the violent wave actually stabilized, and then in an impossible attitude, it shrunk back to the back.

The strong figure grabbed the golden pillar and inserted it from the sky into the river, and all the surging currents subsided at this moment, like a docile lamb.

Like what kind of beast was suppressed, the sea was calm again, and the powerful figure was also falling again.

“Please...”

The clock moved from his eyes, and just spoke two words from his mouth, and the tall figure of the suppression of the flood had disappeared, leaving only the golden giant pillar town in the middle of the sea, like the pillar of heaven.

The clock's view could not help but be attracted by the golden pillar, but the same huge pillar saw a simple word above it.

It is a “Ye” word.

When he saw this ancient word, the river in front of him disappeared again, revealing a desperate wasteland.

“Another illusion...”

This is not surprising for the clock.

After the river disappeared in front of him, he just laughed bitterly, and took another step forward and walked toward the unknown depth.

Here, time seems to have lost its meaning, there is no change between night and day, and if it were not for the appearance of these illusions, it would even feel that everything has stalled.

From the firmness of the clock from the beginning, to the confusion behind, to the final complete numbness, only the meticulous will to support this body.

His clothes began to tattered, his skin became dry and cracked, and his clean skin was stained with dust and became dirty.

Countless deserts were left behind by clocks, and more deserts appeared, as if there was never an end.

With the continuous progress, the whiskers of the bell from the chin have begun to grow as long as the hair, from the original Qingyou youth to the sloppy uncle, and even can not see the original face of the face, only a pair of eyes are still looking at the distance, without stopping to take every step.

In the process, new illusions are still emerging, there are giants chasing the big day, there are white-haired old people fishing by the river, but no matter what appears, it will always disappear quickly after a period of time, and will not cause any change.

After looking at more, the clock also became numb, no matter what appeared, it could not stop him for half a minute.

All he knew was that he had to keep moving forward in order to feel the changes in the world until he found a way to leave.

I don't know when, this deserted land seems to have come to the end, in front of the clock, there is a steep mountain wall.

The wall of the mountain stands on the road from which the clock is, as if waiting here at the beginning, and even seeing where the end of the wall is.

At first, the clock was only thought to be another illusion, but when the body hit the mountain wall, his numb eyes re-brightened a look, as if the discovery of the new continent generally looked towards the top of the mountain wall.

This time, the wall appeared, which seemed to be different from the previous illusion, but really blocked his body, and did not disappear.

It was just that the wall was too high for him to see anything above the summit.

Instead of trying to get around the wall, he reached out his hands and began to climb here.

With the body of this ordinary person now, it is as difficult as climbing this steep mountain wall.

Soon, the fingers of the clock began to be ground with blood on the rough mountain walls, and each climb would leave blood on the rock.

When he reached the halfway side of the mountain, his whole arm lost consciousness, and it seemed that even the blood had dried.

But the clock still does not stop, and if he does not find the meaning of the existence of this world, perhaps he will never leave here.

When the two palms almost showed the white bone, the hands of the clock finally grasped the end of the mountain wall, and then moved their body a little bit and fell on the ground.

After standing up again, the clock noticed the scene above the top of the mountain.

This peak is like a poignant into the cloud, around the clouds, so that the line of sight can not completely extend out.

The clock can see, only the face of an old man's figure, the other side with hands, seems to be waiting for something.

It is not a tall body, but it is like holding the heavens and the earth.

The clock looked down and saw that there was a big "dry" word under his feet, and I did not know what it meant.

“Are you here?”

The old voice suddenly sounded, with a natural sense of gentleness, which made people involuntarily produce a sense of admiration.

“Are you... waiting for me?”

The clock turned away from the conscious inquiry.

“No...”

The old man shook his head and slowly turned around.

The clock tried to open his eyes, but he could not see each other's faces, and could only hear the old voice coming again.

“It must be you...”

The sound of this sentence fell, and the surrounding clouds suddenly receded like a tide, and everything became clear.

The pupil of the eye suddenly shrank, did not dare to open his eyes, and suddenly looked behind the old man.

There, there are seven different faces of the figure standing together, some of them are covered with snow, some are bruised, as if they came out of a different world.

When the clock passed away from the line of sight, these seven figures also raised their eyes in the same way, revealing the same very familiar face. It was all... himself.