What's going on?
Chen Kuang looked around alertly and confusedly, and his first reaction was that he had entered another illusion.
How else could he have returned to Earth, to the moment of his own death?
But with all the passive abilities he possessed, he couldn't even tell if the world before him was real or fake...
Chen Kuang reached out and touched his abdomen, where the bullet should have pierced, but now it had almost completely healed, and only a circular scar about the size of a coin could be felt.
But this is not a bug that can be seen at a glance.
But the passive effect of the "Meat Ganoderma" in his body was still there, so the moment he woke up from this body, the wounds on his body were healed passively.
Chen Kuang took a deep breath and understood his current physical condition.
There is almost no spiritual energy around, and naturally there is no spiritual energy in the meridians.
The power of spiritual consciousness is still retained, but it cannot leave the body, and the range of perception is limited to about thirty meters.
However, the void is still there and can be opened at any time without consuming spiritual energy.
"Fortunately, this demon sword is completely integrated with my spiritual consciousness."
Chen Kuang felt a little relieved. He took two steps back, looked at the three corpses on the ground, and calmed down.
"Now we don't know where Xiuzhu and the two demons have gone, so we should ensure our own safety first."
When I called to turn myself in, it was actually just because I knew I was going to die, so I just wanted to survive.
If he succeeds in his revenge and survives, there will naturally be a way for him to escape unscathed.
The time point at this moment was just shortly after he surrendered himself. Although this place was a sparsely populated villa area with a large area and the distance between each villa was relatively far, the gunshot was loud enough to be heard by others.
Chen Kuang could already hear the noisy voices faintly coming from outside.
Maybe it was the neighbors, or maybe the call to surrender was not taken as a joke in the end, but in any case, he could no longer stay here.
Chen Kuang recalled his plan at the time, immediately changed his clothes on the second floor, stopped a car from the road behind the villa, and slowly asked the driver to go to a nearby bus terminal.
As for the surveillance in the villa, he had already hired someone to hack it.
When he arrived at the place, Chen Kuang immediately saw an acquaintance.
"List……"
Chen Kuang looked at the tall black man with tattoos all over his arms, smiled, and put his arm around his neck:
"Balke, you're just in time. Please help me pay for the taxi."
The black man frowned and looked at him with cold and suspicious eyes, but finally paid the money.
Balk turned around and said:
"Chen, did you kill your enemy?"
Chen Kuang nodded.
He turned his head and saw several familiar faces appearing from nowhere and surrounding him.
"Squeak--" Several buses around suddenly retreated, surrounding the middle and blocking any possible prying eyes on the road.
And Chen Kuang’s possible escape route.
Such familiar hospitality and simple folk customs...
Chen Kuang glanced at the guns in their hands, thought for a moment, and summoned the fire-patterned gourd that had been gathering dust for a long time from the void, silently chanting the spell:
“Though the gourd is small, it contains the world, accompanying me on my journeys. When I put it away, ghosts and gods cannot see it, but when I use it, the world is within my belly.”
…
Three hours later, Chen Kuang checked into a roadside motel.
He dragged the suitcase and kicked the door open.
This hotel is small and shabby, but the good thing is that no one will verify your identity.
Chen Kuang turned on the old TV, switched to the news channel, then opened his suitcase and began to check the guns he had snatched from his former collaborators, replacing the magazines one by one.
Although he has lived in a world of high-level martial arts for quite some time, he has the passive ability of "photographic memory", so it is impossible for him to forget these experiences.
At this moment, he was able to confirm that he had not entered an illusion, but had indeed returned to Earth.
In other words, the earth is the "desire realm" where the devil is born.
Because the passive skill of "Unrestrained Body" is still effective, he can still return to Cangyuan at any time, and he has already tried it.
Moreover, his time on Earth will stop directly when he enters Cangyuan.
The speed of time flowing on both sides is not the same.
But this was utterly wrong. If time stopped when he went back and forth, then what about the other demons? Would time also stop for them?
Then this earth is too weird, right?
Chen Kuang couldn't help but hold his chin and fell into deep thought:
"Why didn't I think of going back to Earth before? This is also a place I've been to before."
Inertia of thinking is deadly.
Chen Kuang subconsciously thought that since he had traveled through time, there was no way he could travel back. Otherwise, with those powerful beings who could destroy the world at any time, how could they not know his origins?
Now that I think about it, the time travel thing was, after all, just something he had imagined...
Who would have thought that the devil was actually me?
What Chen Kuang wants to know most in his heart now is actually a question -
"What is the 'Demon' to the Earth?"
These things have classes and purposes.
There are ordinary Night Barbarian cannon fodder, real demons like the three great Zen masters, and beings at the level of the Demon King.
As long as there are classes, there must be society.
In other words, the "celestial demon" may have integrated into the human society on Earth.
Are they related to humans in general?
Is he born a "demon", or is he like Chen Kuang, who accidentally fell into another world and then realized that he is a "demon"?
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