Because he didn't know when the power of the water would take them away, a sense of urgency surged up in Han Yan's heart.

Must succeed!

He closed his eyes and looked inward.

All parts of his body were shrouded in his consciousness. And that trace of divine consciousness also tightly locked on the purple mangs who were swimming according to a specific trajectory.

Count to three in your heart.

One, two, three!

Now is the time!

At the moment when Zimang passed in front of his divine sense, Han Yan's divine consciousness shone brightly, but in an instant, he gathered all his divine consciousness on that point and rushed straight towards Zimang.

Boom.

Han Yan only felt that his mind was blank for a moment, and in the next second, he felt that the sky was spinning, and as soon as there was a flower in front of him, he was standing in the void.

Around him were countless stars, flickering and dimming.

He couldn't count the number of stars with his naked eye, but there was a strange feeling in the darkness that he seemed to be able to feel the dynamics of each star at the same time.

Some stars have just been born out of nothingness and burst out with vigorous vitality, while others are upright and in their prime and glow with mild light and heat, while others are dying and old and their light is much dimmer.

It was a very wonderful feeling, he didn't have to count it, he didn't have to look at it, it seemed as if the whole universe was under his feet, and in his heart, he didn't even have to feel it, as if he already knew the trajectory of each star.

Han Yan didn't have time to think about where this was, he was completely shocked and attracted by the picture in front of him.

Young stars are constantly being born. This was followed by the fall of many old stars.

This void will never lack stars.

Han Yan stood silently in the void like this, and he didn't know how long it had been, and how many stars had been born and fallen.

Later, even if he closed his eyes, he couldn't get everything out of his mind, and in the end, Han Yan opened his mouth, but he sighed.

The stars, whether in the hearts of ordinary people or monks. They may have a "lifespan". But they don't have life, they don't have feelings.

But for some reason, standing in this void, Han Yanjing looked at the trajectory of each star. Inexplicably able to accept the emotions transmitted by the stars.

The newborn stars are excited and ignorant. Look at the world curiously. However, the breath conveyed by the stars in the prime of life is stable and peaceful, and the elderly stars who are about to fall have a gloomy and lonely atmosphere, just like humans. There are those who are peaceful, and there are those who are unwilling.

It turns out that the stars will also have spirituality?

Before Han Yan had time to think deeply, there was another whirlwind in front of him, and this time the rotation was too strong, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

When this dizziness finally passed, Han Yan felt as if his feet had stepped on the ground.

There was a feeling of wind blowing on his face, and Han Yan opened his eyes.

There was nothing wrong with his feelings, there was a thick earth under his feet.

Another gust of wind struck, and this gust of wind came so quickly and violently that it almost blew Han Yan to the ground.

It was easy to stand up from the strong wind, and his eyes were sharp and swept around.

This was a very large plain, and the place where Han Yan was standing had no grass, and what could be seen was the yellow, dry and cracked land.

In such a land, where even grass does not grow, how can you expect the existence of animals?

Han Yan's gaze suddenly fixed on a certain point in the distance.

He saw a man.

In this place where he can't even see a grass, he can actually see people.

Han Yan looked into the distance, looked at it for a long time, and realized that he was not wrong.

It was indeed a man, a tall man in a white robe. His long hair was inked and draped lazily behind him, and his hair danced gently in the air in the wind.

His posture was relieved, with a casual smile on the corner of his mouth, and he put his hands behind his back and looked around as he walked.

The man came from a distance and approached Han Yan little by little.

Han Yan didn't move, standing there, but his palms were sweating slightly.

The man was about a hundred miles away from him, but from where he was standing, that man was about the same height as himself, and it was only as the man walked in step by step that Han Yan realized that he was wrong.

That man was simply tall and terrifying, he had crossed the distance of several miles in a few steps, and his body was getting bigger and bigger.

However, what made Han Yan feel that his palms were sweaty was not because of the huge amount of this person, but because even from a distance of a hundred miles, he could feel the supreme coercion from the other party's tall body.

God!

Only God can exert such coercion!

He used to be the Demon Emperor Han Yan, although his cultivation is not high now, but his realm is still there, and he can feel the coercion of fear that only the legendary gods can do.

Han Yan's eyes stared at the person tightly, trembling slightly, but not because of fear or fear, but because of excitement.

Feeling the coercion of that person, he felt his own insignificance, and only then did he feel that there was still such a power in this world.

This kind of power is not absolute suppression, but with a trace of Dao breath, which contains a lot of heaven and earth truth.

Everything contained in this power was something that a monk could only dream of all his life.

Knock, knock, knock!

Han Yan looked at that person, his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest, quietly waiting for the other party's arrival.

It's just that his wish is doomed to fail.

That man, no, is God!

That god stopped more than fifty miles away from Han Yan. The lazy gaze fell directly on Han Yan's body this time.

Han Yan only felt that his breath was stagnant, and he didn't know what kind of situation he would face next.

Facing Han Yan's nervousness, the smile on the corner of the god's mouth deepened slightly, and immediately, a golden light shot out of his eyes, heading straight for Han Yan.

Han Yan wanted to dodge, but he couldn't move a step, and could only watch as the golden light disappeared from his eyebrows.

"Look at it!" a voice sounded in Han Yan's heart. He didn't have any doubts, and subconsciously determined that this voice was not from anyone else, but from the god in front of him.

Han Yan looked fixedly, but saw that the god suddenly danced with his hands.

There is no music and no accompaniment.

But his every move seems to be full of endless beauty, and his gestures are secretly in line with heaven and earth.

With the dance of the gods, the yellow earth under his feet gradually became covered with a layer of green. But it was the green grass that sprouted from the cracks in the earth and sprouted.

With a wave of God's hand, clouds and mist drifted in, and rain began to fall on the land.

The rain fluctuated, and the whole world was filled with a layer of mist, and everything was faintly visible. But even so, the posture of the god was still very clear in Han Yan's eyes.

God is still dancing barefoot between heaven and earth.

When the rain stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the sun shone again.

Those green shoots who have just drunk enough rain and sunshine are like chicken blood, holding back their strength to draw and grow.

In the blink of an eye, the land was full of greenery.

The dance of the gods continues......

The sun rises and the moon sets, the stars shift, and the four seasons alternate......

God didn't know how long he had been jumping, and Han Yan didn't know how long he had been watching. He was almost obsessively immersed in the dance of the gods, not knowing the sun and the moon......

Unconsciously, Han Yan settled down, and what he saw before seemed to be engraved in his mind, like a never-ending DV machine, playing it over and over again.

In this realization over and over again, too many things passed through Han Yan's mind, and he seemed to realize something, but when he thought about it, it seemed that there was nothing.

This kind of obvious answer is in front of him, but the grievances that he can't say make Han Yan extremely irritable in his heart.

What is it exactly?

Han Yan thought about it over and over again, and suddenly, he seemed to grasp a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he no longer paid attention to the chaotic information.

Yes!

Han Yan shouted inwardly!

With his sudden epiphany, that little bit of spiritual light suddenly exploded in his brain like fireworks.

Suddenly, countless messages rushed into his mind.

Han Yan, who had a splitting headache, fainted again. (To be continued......)

PS: Hello everyone, I am the author-kun who disappeared for two days. Anyway, the recent work is really super super busy, just in time to check, originally and the editor asked for a day off, who knows the estimation error, one more day without changing. The author has recalled it many times in his mind, and when he asked for leave, he compiled the meaningful sentence "On the importance of saving manuscripts." ”

I also hope that when I open my eyes, I can have a million manuscripts in storage/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ There is no hope for full attendance this month.,Just stay next month.,So,As long as the author doesn't make stupid mistakes.,October must be 4,000 words a day! \(^o^)/

I climbed up today and saw three more monthly passes, and my mood was tangled and complicated (⊙o⊙), of course, first of all, I would like to thank the "Yi Yi V" and "A Mengqing" classmates for their loveful monthly passes...... It's just, can you love me at the beginning of the month next time?

Of course, it must be declared: Whether you give a monthly pass or not, as long as you read the article, I love you! (Although I gave it to the author, I still fluttered ....../(ㄒoㄒ)/~~)

Today's nonsense seems to be unprecedented, so let's skip three hundred words......

Finally, I wish all friends who read the article a happy National Day!