As soon as he stepped into the Star Tomb, Wei Yang felt that his hands were empty, and while all kinds of nervousness rose in his heart, he also wanted to smile bitterly, it seemed that he really took it for granted, this Star Tomb must have a lot of subtleties, couldn't he control what he did?

Originally, Wei Yang planned to exert the power of the racial bloodline and shroud Meng Yaoqin's body around him, in order to blind the teleportation array of this Star Tomb, so that Meng Yaoqin would follow him.

But at this moment, Wei Yang also knew that this was something that could not be done at all, and even his disciples were afraid that they would not be able to meet him, and everyone might be in such an independent space.

There was darkness all around, but this kind of darkness was not dark at all for Wei Yang, compared to the Netherworld under the shelf, this kind of darkness could only be regarded as a pitch-black starry sky, and it was not even as good as the space filled with the five turbidity qi.

Step by step, the essence of the dark air, like the surface of the potholes, one step deeper and one step shallow, reminded Wei Yang of the road he had walked in this life, and it was also so rugged.

In such a dark space, Wei Yang didn't feel a little panicked, but couldn't help but recall the years that he had crossed over and walked step by step from the Pangu Continent.

There are sorrows and joys, injuries and pains, although this way, although it seems to be calm and waveless, but under the calm and waveless sea, there is a turbulent undercurrent.

Against the sky, almost fighting for life, racing against time, competing with life, what is this not against the sky? Shuntian, what the avenue does, is nothing more than the rules, as long as you follow the rules of each world, fighting for your life is also what you do.

Rules, what are rules? In the process of moving forward with each step, Wei Yang began to dig his own body, realized the ultimate true knowledge in his heart, and wanted to ask his heart, what is the purpose of this life? What kind of rules are the definition that binds him?

Rules, for everyone who cultivates on the way, the strong are the rules, and the weak eat the strong in the way of cultivation, and they are the right rules.

As long as you are strong enough, you can change the rules, as long as you are strong enough, standing on the top of the pyramid, you can make new rules, as long as you are strong enough, you can control the rules of a world, set the rules you specify, even the Great Dao.

There are avenues in the Pangu world, there are avenues in the star fields outside Pangu, whether it is the Jiutang world or the Dao realm, they all have their own avenues, but in Wei Yang's eyes, these avenues still depend on the body of the strongest, and the rules set by the strongest, whether it is good or evil, are all avenues.

Once, Wei Yang also thought so, as long as he was strong enough, he could make rules, and it was the avenue. But with the step by step, this kind of truth seems to have collapsed in Wei Yang's heart.

Strong enough, is it really the rule? Is what you do and what you do is the right way to go? As a weak member, didn't he also look up to the sky, hoping that the road would be fair and upright, and he could accommodate them as weak and not be deceived by those who were on top? Not seen as ants by those in power? Not to be used as a pawn by those in high positions?

And when one day they reached the peak of the Golden Pagoda and controlled the avenue of the world, weren't they walking in the direction they hated the most? Boulevard? What exactly is a road?

Step by step, slower and slower, as Wei Yang became more and more confused, in the darkness, the faint will began to surround Wei Yang's body, and even a faint voice was telling him in his ear: The Great Dao is nothing more than a punch to break it? Whoever does not honor him must be killed, and whoever is evil to him must be beheaded. Only by doing so can he reach the avenue of his heart.

Yes, this kind of avenue is the thought that originated in his heart after he stepped into the Nine Halls World, and it was precisely because of this killing intent that he watched in cold blood, watching those creatures fighting, watching the fall of those gods, and watching the struggle of those subordinates.

In the Pangu Continent, Wei Yang was also out of the struggle, and he had to guard against the calculations of those who were in high positions at all times, and he was not fighting with the gods and Buddhas in the sky at any time, but at that time, Wei Yang was happy, he was happy, and he was worthy of killing.

Now, it seems that he is no different from those gods and Buddhas, even if he regards him as the most hateful Zhun Ti and Burning Lamp, he is the same as he is now, the same indifference, the same ruthlessness, the same selfishness.

It seems to be for the sake of relatives and friends, but it is different from the blood of others to create the peace of relatives and friends, which is different from the gods and Buddhas in the sky? Is it different to fight for the interests of one's own relatives and friends, and one's disciples? Maybe that's the avenue.

And just when Wei Yang seemed to agree with this truth, another voice told Wei Yang: This is not right, the strong must have the responsibility of the strong, and this heavy responsibility is to seek happiness for the common people in the world, even if you can't use the common people in the world to make good fortune, you must be worthy of your heart, take a dignified and upright path, and would rather sacrifice yourself, so that you are worthy of this life.

But for the benefit of the common people in the world, but to sacrifice himself, Wei Yang felt funny? Who can be so selfless? I'm afraid that Mu Yao, who cultivates ruthlessly, can't do this. Unless that person has no relatives, no mercy, no love, no hate, but is there such a person? Didn't you?

'Boom'

Just as Wei Zhongxing was walking in the darkness and his heart was constantly circling, a roaring sound suddenly came from the front, and he saw a blood-red skeleton in front of him. Standing not far ahead, holding a broad giant sword in his hand, he looked coldly at the sky, as if he would rather die than bend down.

A few steps forward, came to the skeleton, and without waiting for Wei Yang to make any movements, the skeleton in front of him suddenly moved, no, to be precise, it should be a picture that appeared in Wei Yang's mind.

A man in a blood-colored robe, holding a wide giant sword in his hand, looked coldly, and the primitive man with a hideous ghost face in front of him, dressed in animal skin, riding a huge beast, swung a sword fiercely.

A sword, like a ray of blood, quickly slashed the group of primitives, followed by countless primitives rushed madly to kill, in their eyes, there seemed to be no other emotions, only a thick hatred, that is the hatred of the land of life and death, non-dissolvable hatred.

"Kill."

I don't know how many swords have passed, but those primitive people are still surging, people are constantly dying, and people are constantly rushing to kill, and it seems that there is no end to it.

Killing, this is completely just a one-man performance, this blood-colored robed man doesn't seem to want to fight like this, but he still persists, even Wei Yang is curious, what is it, or what kind of person? Let him have such a strong belief and sustain his such merciless killing.