The huge figure, with four arms and wings, two mouths on its head, and its mouth was covered with flesh and whiskers. The long mouth seemed to be about to swallow everything, making people feel palpitations.

Chen Weiming was shocked. This terrifying monster was not the God of War Yang Fanhai. Especially in this black hole, there were a large number of time chains, just like the pillars of Xingtian falling down one after another, covering the entire space. There was no doubt that it must have been Fuxi's work.

This space is actually where Fuxi casts spells to suppress the God of War. No wonder he has never heard any information about this place for so many years. In such a space, ordinary people cannot come in at all. If he hadn't fought with Ningshuang Snow, relying on his current strength, he would probably not have been able to find it in his life.

"It's a problem now!"

Chen Pan touched his head: "Time pattern locks here, it's hard to get in and out. We don't know how long we have to stay here."

The time pattern here is for suppression, and the time condensation effect shown is slow and almost stopped. At this time, after the Ningshuang Sword Fight entered, it was obviously felt that the speed was much slower. Compared with the previous one, it was like climbing on the ground.

Chen Weiming looked at Lu Yadaojun, but he was not in a hurry: "It's okay, your brother can hold on."

The true energy in Lu Ya Daojun's body flowed as before, and even when he arrived here, it would not be affected at all. Although it would take a long time, it would be not a bad thing to stay away from outside at this time.

Too much attention begins to fall on yourself, which is not a good thing.

"That's true!"

Chen Pan nodded. He had a lot of experience in being chased, and immediately reminded him again: "Look at the surroundings and observe carefully. These are three... It's not right. It's an indirect fight between four half-way or half-way monks, which is rare!"

In this space, Fuxi, the God of War, the Ziyi clan and Lu Yadaojun, all of whom can make the world excited, are now gathered here directly or indirectly.

Fuxi's power suppressed the God of War, and at the same time it was affecting Ningshuang Sword Dou. The power of the Ziyi clan was in conflict with the power of time, and at the same time it was eroding Lu Yadaojun.

This is seen by the naked eye, but when you look at it with the eyes that break the delusion and retain the truth, you find that it is not exactly the case.

Even though they are far apart, there is still a force between the God of War, the Ziyi clan and the Daojun Lu Ya to influence each other and fight against each other. This is a matter of turning upside down, but due to the influence of the power of time, all changes have been suppressed.

The time Taoist pattern, the devouring Taoist pattern, the ice Taoist pattern, the Yin-Yang Taoist pattern and the power of life and death are mixed in this space, and a very strange balance has emerged.

After watching for a long time, Chen Pan, who was standing beside him suddenly said: "Sometimes I wonder whether it is because of memory that produces personality, then habits that affect various things in life, or because there is really a difference between us."

"The origin of life is the same. The three-foot sword is order, the Taiyi of the Donghuang is the flame, and I used the Tao pattern of power to prove the truth. It's okay if I am different from them, but we are obviously the same person. Why is there such a big difference between the two? It's very strange."

"I could only use the power of the Taoist pattern itself, as well as the Taoist pattern magical powers that exist in the Taoist pattern itself. For other magical powers, nothing can be used except for the spiritual power. On the contrary, you can learn any magical powers, but you can't use the basic power of the Taoist pattern and the Taoist pattern magical powers."

Chen Weiming's brows moved slightly. He had only heard of some, but he really didn't know the specific situation of Chen Pan.

"I have heard of some things that memory can determine certain abilities of a person." Chen Pan continued: "For example, if a master who uses a sword loses his memory, even if his body is extremely compatible with the sword, even if he gives him the best sword, he may not be able to use decent sword skills."

"Once he practices sword art after he loses his memory, he will become a swordsman. After a long time, he will lose his ability as a swordsman. But that ability has not disappeared, and it is still in the depths of his body and soul. As long as he can regain his memory, he can become a swordsman again."

Chen Weiming frowned: "Do you want me to integrate your memory?"

Chen Pan shook his head: "No, I just want to say that there should be memories of my basic abilities in your body. You may not integrate them, but you can try to awaken these abilities."

"Is there any special effect of awakening those abilities?" Chen Weiming asked: "If it is not his own power, what's the point?"

He was already worried because he knew too much and could not practice a ability wholeheartedly. He could not eat too much.

"Mountains are mountains, water is water. Mountains are not mountains, water is not water. Mountains are still mountains, water is still water."

Chen Pan read this: "My memory is actually the most suitable for practicing regular Taoist patterns, and the bystanders are clear, so I can actually have a greater say in your practice than you."

Chen Weiming did not deny it and continued to listen.

"In the past, in order to survive, I studied hard with any useful means. The manifestation of regular Taoist patterns is to imitate and imitate everything I see, so it is a mountain or a mountain and a water."

"Now you are beginning to be confused and can't find what your strength is. You feel that everything you have learned is floating on the surface. But you are trapped in it for a while, as if you are trapped in a swamp and it is difficult to break free. This is the mountain, not the mountain, and water is not the water."

Chen Weiming listened and nodded slightly. This was indeed the case.

"And the so-called mountain or mountain, water or water is a kind of seeing through the superficial nature and directly hitting the true essence, the true meaning of breaking the delusion and realizing the truth. The essence of the law is to understand all the laws, energy, nature, all things, and the world."

"Any magical powers you have learned are actually evolved from the laws of energy and Taoist patterns. Just like the extreme of the Taoist pattern of force, there is a saying that force pushes ten thousand forces. The power of flame and the power of ice, after all, can be regarded as a kind of power, and it is also influenced by the Taoist pattern of force. When I proved the Tao with my strength, I first carved ten thousand Taoist patterns on my body and refined the Taoist body."

"Similarly, any supernatural powers you master are actually one of the powers of regular Taoist patterns. They have become your powers, and you are obsessed with appearances and feel that they do not belong to you."

"Anyway, as of the time, although the most powerful magical power of the Three-Foot Sword was his order Taoist pattern, I never hesitated when he used other Taoist patterns."

Chen Weiming held his breath, he had never thought so before.

Gu Zhou, who was standing beside him, complained: "Didn't you say don't give him any more advice?"

"It's a waste of time to rely on him to continue looking for it!" Chen Pan grinned: "I just pointed him in a direction, and the same destination. How to walk through it depends on himself. Didn't you have no time before? Now that you have it, the opportunity is just right."

Time has come, the opportunity is just right, and here is a battle that can be called a half-way monk...
Chapter completed!