Yilan's figure disappeared into the darkness little by little, like a shadow, gradually disappearing, like a drop of water melting into the sea, and it could no longer be glimpsed, extremely weird.

Derived from darkness, blended into darkness, the shadow of darkness, called the polar shadow.

As Ilan's understanding of the laws of darkness deepened, he became more proficient in this skill, and it was simply at his fingertips.

Originally, Ilan always tried his best to avoid the deadly power of death and decay contained in the power of darkness, fearing it like a tiger, and he was very afraid of being invaded by that power, which would make people quickly age and decay until they fell. At this time, this power seemed to be harmless to him, allowing Ilan to roam in the power of darkness to his heart's content.

The process is easy and freehand.

In one's element.

That's how it feels.

As Ilan's body faded and vanished, it seemed as if she had never appeared in this world. Dust and smoke rose on the ground, and energy was unbridled in the air.

And the momentum of the monochord is getting more and more intense.

And this one-stringed instrument composed of laws has always stood in the whole whirlpool, like the center of the whole world.

Stir up the world.

Ripples flutter.

The whirlpool grew larger and larger, gradually radiating in all directions. It's as if a giant spoon is churning the whole world.

Such an event did not last long, because the world has declined, like an old man, entering the twilight, coming to an end, and the huge space is no longer stable.

Time passed quickly, that is, half a day, and the inevitable spatial fragmentation came as promised, and at the same time, the terrifying black clouds came again.

A huge momentum enveloped the entire space, including the monochord.

Death, decay, darkness, depravity.

The breath of the last days is getting heavier and heavier.

This time, however, it was very strange that despite the powerful vortex around the monochord, it trembled and even collapsed in the black clouds. But the monochord was always indifferent, and even extremely arrogant, and from time to time the approaching black clouds were also swept over, like a beast, directly biting and swallowing into the body, strengthening itself. It's as if gluttony has seen something exquisite.

With this additional meal, the piano of the law has gradually changed faintly.

Whether it is the bone or the string, it suddenly becomes more brilliant and crystalline, and the color becomes deeper.

It was covered with brilliant runes, shining slowly, like fireflies in the night. The monochord, on the other hand, seems to be even deeper.

The black clouds of doom floated and crushed the unichord again and again.

However, this monochord has always been like a mainstay, standing like a pillar of heaven.

Mysterious, mysterious. Just seeing it is like swimming in an ocean of truth.

And Ilan's mysterious disappearance is even more incomprehensible.

Ten thousand flowers have passed, and the leaves do not stick to the body.

Although the black flame of the destruction of the world is raging, it seems that it can no longer be helped.

The Duxian in the air is still spinning, exuding an inexplicable aura, wantonly absorbing the power of darkness and death from the black clouds, these powerful and pure energies are gradually condensed and refined by the Duxian, and the power of the law in it is even turned into colorful patterns. Deeply outlined on the strings and bones.

Heaven and earth are impermanent, and time is fleeting.

When the black clouds of destruction swept again. The monochord embodied by Elan's comprehension of the law was already burning a delicate black flame.

The fireworks are magnificent and brilliant.

Like a blooming black rose, fragrant.

The flames are full of endless power, seemingly extremely plain, but they contain infinite energy.

This is the greatest achievement of the Duxian these days, he gathered the aura of destruction in the black clouds, and finally condensed it into such an apocalyptic flame.

Through infinite decay, destruction, and depravity. Fascinating.

This apocalyptic flame is extremely faint, even weak, and seems to have a morbid and weak beauty from a distance.

He also needs to provide for and grow.

However, although these many flames are weak, they exude a force that extinguishes everything. The domineering that corrodes everything.

The black flame burned slowly, silently, as calm as the earth, without the blazing and mixed flames of ordinary fire.

Just silently scorching everything around it, including the darkness and the power of death.

The slightest flame was attached to the monochord, burning lonely, like a dark shadow standing alone.

Yes, these flames are eeriely black, more pure and dazzling than those post-apocalyptic black clouds, and they seem to have a slight oil shine in the flickering, which becomes extremely striking in this gray world.

It's been a long time, and even the ground has undergone dozens of changes.

The tenacious bushes overgrown again, and Ilan's shadow finally emerged from the gloom, his eyes still closed, and there was a kind of insight and depth between his eyebrows.

It's an accumulation.

A deep understanding of the world.

His deep eyes finally opened, and two dazzling lights suddenly lit up in the gloomy world, suddenly illuminating this gloomy world.

"Darkness is the bone, death is the string, the flame of the last days is born together, and the laws of heaven and earth are integrated, although it is still very simple, but, hehe, it is also rare."

He looked at the solitaire in the air, which contained countless mysteries, and felt something in his heart.

"Ahem, although this time is dangerous, but it is also a huge gain for me, hehe, this is the embodiment of the law, but unfortunately, my strength is still too poor, such a good opportunity is only to comprehend a trace of the law of death, although it has deepened the understanding of the polar shadow, but, alas-"

After meditating in my heart for a while, I saw the monochord in the air float down and fall into Ilan's hands, like a fine handicraft, and like a brilliant black gem, gorgeous and dazzling, exuding a trace of avenue light.

"Although the laws are wonderful, it is good to reach the realm, now I can only pluck one of them at best, if I comprehend enough laws, hehe, maybe I can completely build this law piano."

Although the comprehension of the law is very one-sided and weak, but the smile still appeared warmly on Yilan's face, after all, this kind of epiphany is not something that can be encountered often, it takes chance, and some people should not even be able to encounter this kind of pie-in-the-sky thing in their lifetime. Even though they may be much stronger than Ilan.

This kind of chance has nothing to do with strength, but only about experience and luck, of course, diligence and hard work, and rich knowledge are also the foundation and key to it.

Opportunity only favors those who are prepared.

Out of this artistic conception, Ilan is also happy mixed with regret, because he tries to enter this state again, but no matter how he perceives the power of the laws of this world, although he is still kind, he always feels like he has shortcomings or something, and he always can't fit into it, which makes him feel lost.

"It seems that there is still too little accumulation, if I am a senior sub-god peak powerhouse, I may be able to comprehend more things, but unfortunately, my realm has just entered, and it is not very stable, and many inherited things have not had time to be sorted out."

Ilan was helpless, but he wasn't distressed.

Because he believes that with the improvement of his experience and strength, this kind of opportunity will still come.

And his current goal is to turn this opportunity into his own strength and capital, and the pursuit of the World Stone will undoubtedly make him a dragon. (To be continued.) )