The light smoke scattered in all directions, curling like an evil spirit, and the miasma curtain changed a lot, and in an instant it became another world, with no fixed form.

A blink of light flickered in the miasma, followed by a flash of lightning that blinked as if the two ghosts had never appeared.

The Sword of Thunder pierced through layers of miasma and guided the direction in front of him, while Han Zhonglin's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were all lost, and he could only chase after him with a first-line perception of the Sword of Thunder.

Han Zhonglin's eyebrows were slightly hot, and the Thunder Mark couldn't help but strengthen the "spirit" of the Thunder Sword, and temporarily suppressed the power of the Strange Heavenly Decline, which made Han Zhonglin regain a glimmer of life.

However, what Han Zhonglin couldn't detect was that the thunder mark was sometimes shiny and sometimes dim at the center of his eyebrows, maintaining an even frequency, as if he could breathe, obviously triggered by something mysterious.

Han Zhonglin concentrated his central strength, unintentionally sensing the passage of time, and only followed the sword of thunder all the way to gallop. The consumption rate of the Yuan Force in the dantian is very amazing, and due to the consumption of the previous few days, the dantian that is not full of it seems to be scarce.

But Han Zhonglin was not ready to stop and wait for the Yuan Force in the Dantian to recover, but decisively decided to secretly extract the Yuan Force directly from the Spirit Dragon to resist the consumption of Yuan Power. Fortunately, with the blessing of the Thunder Mark, Han Zhonglin's speed was extremely amazing.

I don't know how long it took, the Yuan Power on the Nine Spirit Dragons was used to the maximum, and a small part of the Yuan Power contained in the dantian began to be consumed rapidly.

From the moment the Yuan Force in the dantian became exhausted, Han Zhonglin only felt that his body became heavier and heavier, and it seemed that his sense of touch had begun to slowly sink.

The most terrifying thing is that as the Yuan Force dried up, Han Zhonglin's consciousness began to become trance-like, and the power of heavenly decay finally hit again. What Han Zhonglin also didn't know was that the thunder mark on his eyebrows had already become dim, and his face other than his eyebrows was actually yin blue, with a hint of tranquility.

"Is this the feeling that death is coming, and the soul is about to return to its primordial nature?"

In a cold and unfamiliar space, Han Zhonglin felt the boundless cold enveloping him, and his body and mind shivered from the cold, and the originally bright space was gradually replaced by darkness.

Desperately swimming in the direction of the light, but it was a weak struggle, a piece of light in front of him gradually contracted into a bunch, a strong uneasiness and fear struck, Han Zhonglin couldn't help but wake up suddenly, but then a more powerful sleepiness came like a tide, drowning out all the momentary sobriety, Han Zhonglin only felt that his breathing became suffocated.

The body and mind were completely involuntary, swimming slower and slower, and the only beam above contracted faster.

"Also.. Allow.. Flat.. Every.. One.. Bear.. Also.. Be.. Nope..."

Han Zhonglin's heavy eyelids slowly closed, and the beam of light at this time turned into a small speck, and at the moment when the speck disappeared immediately, a huge light pierced through the speck, shining the entire dark and cold strange space.

It's a dark and bright world, oppressive and full of bursting air.

The black clouds rolled all over the sky, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, the explosion thunder rolled like waves, and countless silver snakes swept out of the black clouds like thunderbolts, converging into dazzling thunder and lightning in mid-air.

Thunderbolts slashed down, flickering in mid-air and changing into strange and unpredictable shapes, until they struck the black earth and disappeared in an instant.

It's a monotonous and interesting world, boring and full of dangerous atmosphere.

In this strange place, something strange is happening.

A cyan figure was lying quietly on the black ground, facing the black clouds on his back, his face was attentive, his eyes were closed, although there was still a glimmer of life, it seemed that he was completely asleep, but it was Han Zhonglin.

I saw that Han Zhonglin's eyebrows were dim and the thunder and lightning mark was glowing with a faint glow that was almost invisible, and from time to time there was a tiny lightning flash in the center of his eyebrows, and the lightning mark disappeared in an instant, and the thunder and lightning mark had many meanings.

Time does not return, it flows quietly like still water, and the thunder and lightning mark at the center of Han Zhonglin's eyebrows first appeared a glimmer of light, and then I don't know how long later, the thunder mark was completely bright, and it was bright and dark, and the anger on Han Zhonglin's body became more and more intense.

On this day, Han Zhonglin's tightly closed eyelids suddenly jumped a few times, and soon fell silent, and after repeating this several times, Han Zhonglin finally slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of godless pupils.

Just looking up at the black clouds of the silver snake dancing wildly, a little different kind of divine movement gradually appeared in the empty pupils.

In a completely dark space, time seems to stand still, and the whole space is in an endless dead silence.

"Click", an extremely faint sound sounded throughout the space, like a dry thunder on the ground, spreading and amplifying in the space.

Immediately after that, a crack was chiseled into the black space, and a glimmer of light penetrated the crack into the black space, bringing a touch of light.

More cracks appeared, more shimmering light entered the black space, the darkness retreated, and the light began to take up more space little by little.

When the light filled half of the space, a pale translucent mass was revealed, and a small cloud of light white was wrapped in the transparent material of the head.

Eventually, the light illuminated the entire black space, and a hint of pale yellow began to emerge from the pale translucent substance.

I don't know when, some colors began to grow in Han Zhonglin's pupils, the colors condensed, and the pupils began to regain a little agility.

In the bright space, a faint voice sounded.

"It's. . . Which.. in?"

"I... Be.. Who?"

The sound reverberates throughout the space, from far to near, and finally reverberates in the space, and the pale substance is gradually completely enveloped in pale yellow.

After the pupils moved a few times in a row, he was stunned, his eyes slowly closed again, and his eyelids blinked uncontrollably.

When Han Zhonglin's eyes opened again, a look of shock appeared in his pupils.

Dazzling thunder and lightning descended from the black clouds, and the whole world was sometimes plunged into brief darkness, sometimes as bright as day.

"It turns out that this land of thunder and lightning attracted the Thunder Sword, otherwise, I'm afraid that I would have died in the land of heavenly decay, it's really a shame!" Han Zhonglin said luckily in his heart.

Feeling the warmth at the center of his eyebrows, Han Zhonglin recalled the memory of following the Thunder Sword through the Land of Heavenly Decay.

"The dantian has been depleted, presumably it is the Thunder Mark that has absorbed the scattered thunder yuan power in this land of thunder and lightning, awakening the soul little by little!"

Han Zhonglin wanted to move as hard as he could, but found that except for his eyes, the rest of his body was like a pool of stagnant water.

"Now that the vision has been restored, it means that the impact of the Heavenly Decay Land on the body is not permanent, and now we can only wait for the rest of the body to slowly recover!"

Closing his eyes, Han Zhonglin concentrated on using the Thunder Mark to absorb the Thunder Yuan Force that filled the air.