our mountain

A burst of violent artillery roar erupted from the fourth line of defense, and the scholar's kite string shook violently. Then he withdrew from the fourth line of defense, and his body floated up, like a fighter jet flying towards the sky—the fog was engulfed, like It was a screw that was about to be unscrewed into the sky. Behind the scholar, a thick cloud rolled out, roaring and heading straight for the scholar.

The fourth line, the fifth line, the sixth line of defense... I watched the clouds in the sky, like the ocean turned upside down in the sky, always ready to attack.

Under the cover of the emperor, most people broke through the third line of defense.

The gigantic robot was lifted up by the tide of black bugs, submerged, and its seven legs were swallowed up. Countless bugs flowed up against the machine like a stream of water... The emperor opened his hands, his body suddenly sank, his head hung down, and his horns turned Before, it seemed that an attack was about to be launched at any time.

However, the emperor just sat down calmly. While sitting down, golden scales spread out from where she was standing to form a black and golden throne. She sat down firmly, and I suddenly didn't dare to look at her.

She began to rule the giant machine, and she issued orders, and each order consumed authoritative letters and infinite imagination and calculation power.

"rise."

The emperor ordered.

The giant beast that was supposed to be a dead thing seemed to come alive suddenly, and I saw it open a pair of dark eyes from the reflection of the sea above my head.Suddenly there are countless joints on the top of my head, the giant robot twists, the sharp corners of the four sides turn into elegant arcs, the scarred back protrudes, as if muscles and blood are wrapped under the skin, and seven legs are broken Three, the swarm of insects scattered on the ground under the roar of the giant beast, and were burned by the flames ejected from the abdomen.

But there were still countless swarms of insects climbing on the other four legs, and the insects that were dropped to the ground and passed through the fire gathered together, and the sky was black and dense, turning into a flock of birds with sharp beaks, spreading their wings to cover half of the clouds.

A flock of birds flew towards the emperor, who kept his head slightly lowered, his horns made her appear calm, the barely buttoned shirt was torn apart by the wind blowing by the swarm of insects, and the corners of Hunting's flying clothes were torn off by the swarm of insects.Flocks of birds flew overhead and scattered all over the place, like a flood coming.

I used my imagination to resist in the bug swarm, but the computing power represented by the bug swarm was too much, and the shield was directly shattered.

This is the computing power against the emperor and the giant robot!And most of my imagination is in the clouds.

Come on, I'm going to-

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Suddenly two wings of light flew under me, shoveling me up, I took the opportunity to repel the swarm of insects that followed, and witnessed the emperor being submerged by the swarm of insects.

"Your Majesty!" I shouted, and in a flash, the scholar appeared behind me, the kite line was cut, and he jumped onto the light wings.

Duplicated another layer under the light wings, and suddenly lit up in mid-air.

"Assemble!" The scholar's voice came out from the light wings, and then stretched out countless filaments towards the person whose kite line was out of order.

Above the head of the giant beast, the emperor's black gold throne burst from the swarm, and the emperor ordered: "Armor."

In mid-air, I saw the giant beast carrying everyone towards the fourth line of defense. At the same time, it showed its original shape. Turning over the golden scales, the scales crushed the black bugs that were still on the giant beast, shining golden light.

I have never seen such a monster before, rushing into the fourth line of defense with unparalleled majesty, I was dragged into the fog line, I tried my best to hold everyone's sea of ​​clouds, and endless black bugs flew behind me.

"It's raining," said the scholar.

"What?" Although I was asking, I still started to act.

"Our imaginations have dried up... Now we use existing imaginations, which are easy to be analyzed and cannot be moved."

The fourth mist was suddenly torn apart, and the black gold throne tightly embedded the emperor on the back of the giant beast. People who had just gathered came out from all over the body of the giant beast. Both the scholars and the emperor were not in a good condition, and their faces were pale. , with sunken eye sockets, the people who were still struggling with the kite string seemed to be dying, but they all looked fiercely at the fifth line of defense.

The sea of ​​clouds in the sky suddenly trembled violently, shaking the earth along with it.

The fifth line of defense does not seem to be too close. Now the giant beast crushes the sporadic bugs in front of it. The emperor seems to be resting. The giant beast slows down and deploys more than 30 cannons behind it, bombarding the place we walked, splashing densely from time to time. The worm corpses... But the worm corpses here are not solid, they flashed and disappeared without leaving any mucus, just like the cities I saw on the road.

I saw the black crystal of Xialuo Mountain shine brilliantly, but the lightning towards the sky was extremely weak.

My imagination is not enough for me to think about these things. I want to open the cloud space and let go of the last unknown imagination.

The storm stopped suddenly, as if a pair of hands comforted the earth.

The cloud suddenly roared angrily, the blood-red sky was covered by pure white clouds, the sky was not reconciled, blood-red light fell hysterically, and was drowned by the roar of the cloud.

It started to rain.

At the beginning, one drop, two drops, fell on my face, but it did not evaporate or disappear.

The machine crashed into the fifth line of defense, and the scholar yelled for everyone to retreat inside the machine to rest.

The light wings were folded, and I, the scholar, and the emperor stood on top of the machine, submerged in mist, and the raindrops seemed to be unable to fall, and the surrounding mist was as thick as a paste, sticking to the body and unable to catch it. There is no insect swarm here. Just white mist.

Looking closely, the white mist seems to be glued together like a net, and the machine seems to jump into the glue, and the speed suddenly slows down. The three of us are wrapped up and can't breathe.

At this time, I saw that the scholar's light curtain was still desperately recording all the data that I couldn't understand.

The two drops of rain on my body dripped from my cheeks, like tears, and flowed down my throat. The white mist on my neck seemed to be scalded, and I screamed and scattered in all directions.

This is, the unanalyzed imagination.

Even if it is not strange, even if it is just a drop of rain.

I don’t remember where I heard it was said that a flower makes a world, but here, a drop of rain is a world.

In order to accommodate so many imaginations, I turn all magnificent imaginations into drops of rain.

With the naked eye, only transparent water droplets can be seen breaking through the fog.

But every drop of water, its reflection is not the reaction of the outside world, its reflection is its inner world.

What kind of world would a drop of rain have?The pale, colorless mist world, the flowers competing for beauty, the fairy tale world, the murderous world... Every drop of rain carries different emotions.

The raindrops fell intermittently all around.

This rain is too small, it is the kind of weather where you don’t have to worry about not bringing an umbrella, you don’t even need to hold a book, and you can walk leisurely with your head shaking, but it’s this tiny rain that makes the surrounding fog scream. Can't send out, like melted cotton candy, disappearing quickly.

The sixth line of defense is a translucent glass-like shield.

The raindrops that have not been completely cracked flow down the machine, and they are about to fall into the ground.

The emperor didn't know what order he gave, but the giant beast suddenly knelt down, bent its knees and raised its head, catching the rest of the rainwater and gathering it in its horns.

"What does this shield mean?" I said.

"You know the psychic shield, right? This one is about the same. It's the most direct. There's no tricks, just use your imagination to compete with your computing power."

"How much computing power does it take?"

"The only reference is that, similar to the psionic shield, the higher the intensity of the imagination, from light yellow to dark red, the darker the color of the attack, it means the closest to breaking it." The scholar said.

"Then why did we stop?"

Between the fifth line of defense and the sixth line of defense is a peaceful and quiet wheat field. The giant cow is kneeling in the wheat field, and the picture is peaceful.

The mist behind him didn't turn around and chase after it like the previous insect swarm, but just quietly scattered on the ground, and the mist became thinner, like torn cotton wool.

"Because we have to rest, we will not be attacked, we have to recharge our batteries, and output the maximum power of our imagination here." After the scholar finished speaking, he closed his eyes. I saw his eyes covered with scarlet eyes the moment he closed his eyes. Bloodshot, he lay down, and from time to time, he grabbed a few black-shelled insects from his clothes and crushed them.

I had no choice but to ask the emperor: "Your Majesty, when we first attacked, there was no line of defense, so what is inside the line of defense?"

"It's Xialuo Mountain."

"How to break through that?"

"We haven't breached the first line of defense yet."

"What about the beginning?"

"In the beginning, we had no experience. When we got close to Xialuo Mountain, we were judged to be attacking for the first time."

The emperor said nothing after that.

Looking at Xialuo Mountain from a close distance, a strange feeling emerged in my heart.The huge black crystal is like a nail pierced into the earth, stuck in this vast wheat field.The lightning on the black crystal is like the cry of a dying person, short and intense.

Near the lightning bolt was a cloud that could cover half of the sky. I followed the giant beast's tail and stepped on the wheat field, not understanding the imagery.Is this... the world of heaven and man?Why did heaven and man set up such a peaceful place?The main program is in Xialuo Mountain, which involves the origin of the monster race... So is this why the monster race first discovered Shura Hell?

I was thinking wildly, but not everything in the world has the answer, the emperor didn't want to say, she and the scholar were lying in the breeze, I was advancing in the wheat field, tentatively reached out and touched the protective shield.

It seems that I have touched a piece of water, but it has a bottom. I seem to touch the bottom of the swimming pool with one hand, and then pull out my hand.

I grabbed a handful of rainwater and reached in again.

The protective cover glowed a faint yellow.

"If it's not dangerous here, wouldn't it be good for us to break through here every time, then recuperate here, and finally attack this line of defense directly?"

The scholar smiled: "There are only 10 minutes here, and after 10 minutes of initialization, the line of defense in front of us will become the first line of defense again. We couldn't attack this line of defense before, and we don't want to be analyzed again, so we will Rest for 5 minutes and evacuate."

What I realized: "You guys are afraid of this line of defense."

"Yes," the scholar borrowed the light wings to come down and touched the protective cover, "this time, the time is really too urgent, otherwise we would ask you to tell us about the outside world, the more we know, the more imagination we will have. It's a pity that time is too late."

"Then we can't rest." I looked at the time on the light curtain, 3 minutes had passed, and in 2 minutes, they probably knew it was time to evacuate. Who wants to fight here?

To know that the cloud is not yet useful.

"Have everyone's imaginations run out?" I said.

The scholar said, "It is so."

I really can't understand that the group of people in front of them don't have any expressions of despair, even if it's such a desperate and hopeless thing like "the imagination is gone", they still accept the facts calmly.There is no tragic atmosphere, no moving music, not even tears.

Scholars are recording data, holding a glimmer of hope for future generations.

The emperor was playing games with himself, and he was always in trouble with himself, with dark eyes.

"Can I withdraw later?" I said.

The scholar said: "It's okay to withdraw if you want to, but you don't know how far you can go."

"Then you hide to the side." I said.

The clouds above the head suddenly piled up, and the space with the few imaginations of everyone seemed to be walled up by me, towering high, and turned into a gorgeous cloud pillar.

It doesn't have to rain.

When the cloud pillar landed silently, all the raindrops, all the worlds, approached the protective shield.

I heard the whimpering of the giant beast, and I saw people who were resting among the giant beast stick their heads out.

The cloud pillar slowly moved towards the protective shield——

I looked at Xialuo Mountain and kept wondering about the intentions of heaven and man. Why did they build this world?The world is already so bad, why is the wind blowing the wheat waves near Xialuo Mountain?Since outsiders can't stay here, then this is definitely set by heaven and man.

What is the intention of the world?Is it imprisoning people?Is it to let people consume their imagination endlessly?

Is drowning in despair here, is this really a prison?

If it is a prison, why do the silhouettes of high-rise buildings flash in the world outside the dream, why is there a river, and then set a realistic gravity?

At that time, I didn't know that the White Tower of Asura Hell was a world created by the heavenly beings for themselves, and I also didn't know that during that time, imagination was the common currency of the heavenly beings.

I just intuit that...all imaginations lead to a wish.

Where do the wishes of so many people lead to?What is the wish of the heavenly beings?

The cloud pillar and the protective cover are closed together, like a lake embracing a sea.

The protective cover roared violently, and a dazzling red flashed on its body.

Sure enough, the imagination is not enough, let the calculation power of the main program directly burn to this level.

I suddenly understood something.

"If the main program can analyze imagination with computing power, then imagination is also calculation... Then, our imagination itself is the calculation of this place. In other words, since we are programs or viruses, whose calculation are we? We are Whose imagination?"

I know that my body is not here. The thing here may be my soul or something, but computing power needs a carrier, and the four arithmetic calculations also need to dial an abacus. Even if I am a virus, then I... It was calculated by the White Tower Yes, I only mean my present body whose imagination can be counted.

Then I am also imagination itself.

I stretched my hand into the protective shield again... I stretched out my hand just now, and I didn't feel much. Could it be that I couldn't be analyzed?

I said, come and analyze me.

The pillar of cloud has been submerged in the protective shield, and I don't need my next imagination to keep it running.My hands are buried in the water-like protective shield, and my imagination is projected on myself.

I imagine that I am the thing being parsed.

The body suddenly began to become very light.

Am I... sacrificing myself now?Am I not destroying the world?Isn't there a lot of things waiting for me outside?Why would I want to do this?

Consciousness began to blur.

I feel very hard, I am very tired, the past comes back to my mind, the memory seems to be cleared, the memory started from trying to escape from the prison with Boss Long in the ruins of the setting sun, I remember we discussed, and came out to save all the children when we got rich , don't care about his cultivation world and future, let's save it first... I remember Master said that I am a hybrid of human and demon, because as Ling Xiao, I can use demon power. Think about it carefully, our batch of 002 is human and demon Let’s combine the advantages of the two... I remember that I became a disciple of my master and met Daoist Cangyun. I remember that I was sent down the mountain by my master inexplicably to find my senior sister as a misfortune... I remember that Tang Yi saw me and said that there was something wrong with my eyes. There is a powerful miracle hidden... I remember Tang Yi confronting me in the trial hall...

I want to know... I want to know the secret...

I seemed to be buried in water.

The emperor rushed into the protective shield against the back of my head and grabbed my arm: "Spell Master!"

I feel like I've been hit with a stick.

"I want to go out." I said.

The emperor frowned, and I laughed: "I discovered that we ourselves are also imaginations?"

The emperor suddenly smiled: "Human beings are really good, we already knew about it, but since our whole being has been cracked, wouldn't we be able to know the truth?"

These people all wanted to know what it was to break Xialuo Mountain.

I said: "Before I came... now the person in charge of the cultivation world is one, the chairman, he asked me what I want to do here, I said, because I don't know, so I want to come. Now I know, Yunxiang's computing The strength is not enough to break through the defense line, so I want to try to see if I can break through with the greatest imagination. I think, if we break through Xialuo Mountain from the inside, the outside will know... With all due respect, before I came in, I had already put the matter of heaven and man, I told all the people in Huaxia Star, but some people don't believe it... I think, let them see. Even if they can't break through, they are going to die anyway, so why not try the maximum power."

The emperor said, "Understood."

I smiled and buried myself in the shield again.

Then I suddenly felt that the emperor had also entered.

The red color of the shield began to condense.

Then, scholars, rabbit teeth, white feathers, masters, bards...

I don't know why they came in, I could hear the shouts of code names one by one...counted...it seems that everyone... came in without hesitation.

The lightning at the top of the black crystal suddenly tore open the sky with a snap, and shortly turned into a long line spreading across half of the sky. It was no longer intermittent, and was always connected to the deep invisible sky.

I seem to have become a blurred line, losing color all around...

I heard someone's voice in a daze: "It's so fucking weird...hell...it's connected to the Internet! Damn, where the hell is it connected!"

I became an unaware point again... rushing into an unseen abyss.

Then--

I woke up from a dream, I don’t know why I kept crying, I uttered ah ah twice, tried to speak, but couldn’t seem to speak, I sat in the darkness, the bed shook, With the light on by the bedside, my sister was reviewing before the exam.

"Oh... what a long dream..." I shook my head, "Sister, it's getting late, go to bed early!"

I clearly saw my sister's pen fall to the pillow, and she stared at me as if she didn't know me.

"elder sister?"

My sister suddenly tried her best to hold back her emotions, frowned and gave me a shush, then got out of bed gently.

This is a bunk bed, I was on the top bunk, I slowly climbed down, and followed my sister's gestures to go outside.

My mother sat on the rock and talked to herself. I stared at my mother for a long time, and she looked at me with a gentle smile that I rarely saw.

My sister said, "Ku'e, are you... um... recovered from your illness?"

I am sick?

I don't quite understand what my sister said: "I seem to have had a very long dream."

"What dream?"

I couldn't speak for a while, my mind was in a mess, my dream was too long, and various storylines were intertwined, I hit myself on the head with my fist to help me remember, my sister hurriedly held my arm to prevent me from self-harm: "Okay It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, go to sleep.”

"Is my brother's illness still not cured?" I said.

My sister sighed.

"His illness is really abnormal... I'm very happy that you can recover." My sister patted my head.

Is my brother abnormal?I always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, but the thought passed in a flash. Looking at the sky, it turned pale. Did my sister study all night?

I took my sister's hand and said coquettishly that I wanted to eat small wontons, and soon forgot my dream.