Chapter 1075

With the echo of the vicissitudes of life, Wang Baole sat there cross legged and took a deep breath.

He wanted to know why Chen Han could have the following lives, but he didn't. this question had long taken root in Wang Baole's heart. Now... With the arrival of the eighth life, Wang Baole looked at the rotation of the fog around, felt the sinking of his own consciousness, and murmured.

"I hope this time, don't be the same as before, nothing..." Wang Baole closed his eyes and felt his consciousness sinking until it seemed to enter a vortex.

Then... Is the familiar cold.

This coldness made Wang Baole's heart sink, and the existence of self-consciousness still made his already low mind more depressed. With the spread of divine consciousness, after his consciousness perceived around, he saw the familiar darkness, which made Wang Baole sigh.

"Still not..." Wang Baole was a little unwilling and tried to expand the scope of perception, but no matter how hard he tried, the final outcome was the same.

Cold, dark, lonely.

Wangbaole was silent and just about to give up this useless action, but at this time... Suddenly his consciousness suddenly fluctuated. Under this fluctuation, the sinking feeling unexpectedly reappeared again!

"This feeling..."

Without waiting for Wang Baole to react, there was a roar in his consciousness, like the echo of thunder. With the explosion, his consciousness also disappeared at this moment!

I don't know how long it has passed. When Wang Baole's consciousness converges again, he forgets his name, forgets that he is feeling his previous life, and forgets everything.

He couldn't open his eyes, lift his body, didn't know where he was, didn't know his origin, what he could feel was the cold around him, which could penetrate the body and freeze the soul, and what he could see was only the darkness under his eyelids, boundless.

In addition... There is another stronger feeling, that is... Pain!

The overwhelming pain, like a raging wave, drowned him again and again, and it was like a sharp blade, constantly dividing his consciousness. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't do it. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't do it. He wanted to faint to avoid pain, but he still couldn't do it!

He can only clearly experience this extreme pain in this cold and dark, which makes his consciousness seem to be shaking. Fortunately... Although pain, like cold and dark, always exists after it appears, as if it could exist for a long time, seemingly endless, but its fluctuation degree has not improved.

I don't know how long it has passed. Wang Baole, who is suffering from this severe pain, is exhausted. He suddenly finds... The feeling of severe pain seems to be lighter. This is not an illusion. The pain is indeed slowly weakening.

But then weakened, there was his consciousness. In the dissipation of pain, a sense of deep sleep also appeared in his mind more and more.

Until the moment when the pain completely disappeared, his consciousness slowly fell into a deep sleep, and as he fell asleep... As if everything was over, Wang Baole, sitting cross legged in the fog of destiny star, suddenly shook his body and slowly opened his eyes.

This time, there was no confusion, but only profundity. After sitting there for a long time, Wang Baole breathed slightly faster. He was very sure that when he felt another sinking, his consciousness dissipated, which was exactly the same as the experience of the previous five lifetimes.

"This shows... At that time, I really succeeded in realizing the former eighth life!"

"But my former eighth life is a little special..." Wang Baole bowed his head and showed a strange light in his eyes. That kind of severe pain, he felt his body tremble at the moment of memory, but similarly, it was the special experience of the former eighth life that made Wang Baole have a guess in his heart.

"I'm not without the previous sixth and seventh lifetimes, but for some reason, in those two lifetimes, I fell asleep... This kind of sleep is unconscious coma, so... All I can feel is cold and dark!"

"The reason why these two lives of coma are directly related to the pain in the former eighth life that I just realized. Is this pain... An injury? The last coma is healing? Until the injury finally recovers, so there is the former fifth life, and I turn into a white deer?" Wang Bao thought in his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows after a while. He felt that all the fog about the previous life, about the world, about Miss Wang Yiyi and so on was not clear because of the increase of clues, but... More and more blurred.

In meditation, Wang Baole looked up at Chen Han, and after the decisive intention flashed in his eyes, he pinched his hands, the dark fire dispersed, shrouded in an instant, and the soul resonance was synchronized in an instant. In a twinkling of an eye... A more incredible world appeared in front of Wang Baole!

The sky... Is so far away that you can't see it clearly and vaguely. You can only see that its color is wood color. This color is not monotonous, but with a warm feeling, which makes people feel comfortable after seeing it.

As for the sun, it's as far away as it is. It's almost indistinct. Only one light source can be seen, emitting light and heat, making the whole world very warm, and the ground... Is very clear. It's white, boundless white.

As for the world around him... Maybe it's because the distance is too far, it's as vague as before, but Wang Baole still vaguely sees it, as if there are countless tall things and bursts of terror that startle him. Unfortunately, he can't see clearly.

He didn't know what those were, but somehow, everything here gave him a feeling of deja vu, but it happened that Wang Baole felt that he had never seen them.

"The outside world of the first two lives is Wang Yiyi's boudoir, so this time... Where is it?" While observing silently, Wang Baole is also looking for Chen Han

Yes, he is indeed looking for Chen Han, because after coming here, although he saw around, he didn't see Chen Han.

This obviously does not conform to the truth, and also makes Wang Baole feel unimaginable. However, no matter how he looks for it, he has not found any trace of Chen Han in this strange world, as if Chen Han does not exist, and the fuzziness of the world also makes Wang Baole feel a little uncomfortable.

The feeling that his eyes were covered with a veil made him unable to see the world clearly even if he worked hard, just as in reality, when a person with high myopia took off his glasses, what he saw was basically what Wang Baole saw now.

This state lasted for a long time, until one day, Wang Baole saw a huge column, falling from the sky. As he approached, Wang Baole gradually saw that the column seemed to be a brush!

It was also dipped in ink... This scene shocked Wang Baole's consciousness, and he also saw the hand holding the brush. It was a small hand. Before Wang Baole could see it clearly, the brush had fallen on the white earth, and with some poor painting skills, he drew a worse villain

With the painting of the little man, a giggle came from the sky. At the same time, the painted little man seemed to be given life and directly climbed up from the ground.

Wang Baole's consciousness fluctuated again, and the brush fell again. Soon, one by one, the little people were painted, and the owner of the brush seemed to find fun in the painting. In the days after that, the little people were painted continuously, until one day, in the vibration of Wang Baole's mind, he saw that the brush seemed to shake due to some accidents, and the little people painted were obviously deformed.

It was a little man with one leg long and one leg short. At the moment when the little man was painted, wangbaole immediately felt the breath of Chen Han, and as the little man struggled to get up, everything around him was blurred, which was clear in front of Wang Baole!

He saw the sky. The reason why it was wood color was that the sky was originally the canopy, while the white of the earth was a piece of white paper. As for the nothingness around, whether tall buildings or figures, were impressively toys. As for the sun, the light source was a spar that scattered light and illuminated the whole room.

And the hand holding the brush comes from a little girl... Who looks less than three years old!

Wang Baole's divine consciousness fluctuated, but it was only a general sweep, and there was no time to observe it carefully, because his main attention at the moment was on the raised brush. With the help of a certain connection established by this brush at the moment when Chen Han was painted and given his life, Wang Baole's consciousness suddenly jumped up, and unexpectedly moved from Chen han to... The ink of the brush!

With the brush raised, with the continuous rise... Wang Baole's consciousness fluctuated more violently, until... The brush completely left the earth, took him... Left the world!!

"Come out!" Wang Baole's heart trembled, and an unprecedented expectation instantly appeared in all consciousness!