The huge crack in the stone slammed shut.

It's dark, you can't see your fingers, it's weird.

The roads that extend in all directions, crisscrossed and stretched in the huge mountains, are like a huge labyrinth and a dead cemetery. The corridor is unusually dry, unusually wide, but surprisingly silent and dark, making people feel an inexplicable depression and solemnity that directly immerses the heart and lungs.

Wang Yang stood at the intersection of the six roads at this time.

He is not a cultivator, so naturally he doesn't have the divine sense of Cheng Yiming, and he can't perceive the surrounding scene, so how did he get all the way here?

The vast world, all living beings, people who are really qualified to cultivate, and who have a cultivation physique, are one of the rare ones in ten thousand, and Wang Yang naturally does not have this kind of physique. However, in the cultivation realm, there are also some very special groups of people, their innate physique, they are not able to practice the mind normally, but they have found another way, using martial arts to enter the Dao, martial arts to break through the void, they can also penetrate life and death, and become the Great Dao.

But there are not many such people after all.

Wang Yang happens to be one of these few people.

Although he does not have the power of true yuan, he also has his own 'potential', although he cannot stimulate his divine thoughts, he can still clearly perceive the things around him, and this special perception is even far beyond the reach of eyes and ears.

At this time, he could already feel that there were at least more than a dozen strong opponents coming from all sides.

He still held the pitch-black dagger tightly in his hand.

At this moment, a harsh voice suddenly sounded from all directions: "Hehe, I didn't expect you to find here, anyway, since you yourself are going to come to die, I will fulfill you!" ”

Before he could finish his sentence, Wang Yang only felt a powerful momentum rushing from the corridor directly opposite him.

Brush ~ In the originally dead open space, there seems to be a light breeze blowing.

Before the wind settled, a figure dressed in black and wearing a ghost mask was already standing in front of Wang Yang for some time, with his hands behind his back, and a pair of dead gray eyes behind the mask were filled with a little disdain and indifference.

"You seem to be quite calm?"

Ghostface's voice was still low, making people feel uncomfortable.

I saw that Wang Yang's hand holding the short knife gradually relaxed, and suddenly said: "I have figured it out, I am willing to cooperate with you." ”

Surprise flashed in the ghost face's eyes, but then he regained his indifference and glanced at Wang Yang coldly. Wang Yang looked at him like this, as if he had been stripped naked and thrown on the street, and all the secrets in his body seemed to be unable to hide from these eyes.

Ghost Face retracted his gaze and said coldly, "What can you use to prove the truth of your words?" ”

Wang Yang's heart sank, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

I only heard the ghost face continue: "It's late, everything is late, what should have happened has happened, and what shouldn't have happened has also happened." After that, there was a bit of paleness in his tone, and he came again: "What is the purpose of your coming here?" Is it to get revenge on her? ”

When Wang Yang heard this, a flame gradually ignited in his eyes.

"Yes, I swore that if I don't take revenge, I, Wang Yang, will be uneasy!" I saw that he suddenly seemed to be filled with righteous indignation, with a short knife, and said loudly: "I came here today, I didn't plan to go back alive, even if I die, I will also pull you, a yin and yang person who is neither male nor female, on the back!" ”

Hearing the words Yin and Yang people, the ghost's dead eyes finally showed a look of pain and anger that could not be concealed.

It's like a wound that has already formed a scar, and suddenly someone has been slashed open with a knife, which is not only painful, but also humiliating and helpless. As long as these three words are mentioned, he will never be at peace.

"If I make your death comfortable, I'll write the word ghost face upside down!"

Boom~ I saw that with the ghost face as the center, a terrifying coercion suddenly erupted, like a surging wave, endless, violent and strong. The people who were originally outflanked by more than ten people had already retreated in an instant.

Wang Yang gritted his teeth and stood in place, feeling like a small grass swaying in the storm, which could be uprooted at any time.

His face was slightly distorted, his teeth were gritted, his hands were still tightly gripping the pitch-black short knife, and his sharp and deep eyes were staring at the ghost face in front of him with long hair like a waterfall and his clothes fluttering.

Let's go~ The bluestone Yongdaokou on the left actually cracked a tiny gap under this unparalleled pressure.

One second, two seconds......

No one can imagine the pain Wang Yang suffered at this time, this is not only physical torture, just like the soul, it is also being taken away little by little, consumed little by little. His eyes had begun to slowly darken, and his heart had begun to be slowly tightened by an invisible hand.

What does death really feel like?

Perhaps no one knows it better and is closer to it than Wang Yang. He has been a mercenary, a killer, in the desert with no grass and yellow sand, in the polar regions with biting winds, ice and snow, in the unpredictable and endless sea, in the stinky quagmire in the tropical forest, in the eerie Snake Island......

He didn't know how many times he had brushed shoulders with death.

There were even a few times when even he thought he was dead.

What exactly is death? When the living people are thinking about it and imagining it, Wang Yang has touched it more than once, and when it comes quietly, it is so calm, so silent, everything will stop, breathe and think.

Maybe because at that time, he still had a trace of concern in his heart.

Anyway, he still survived, but this time it was different, unlike every previous time. This time, he had no worries in his heart, and he was ready to die. But he can't die now, and he must not give up, he's waiting, at least for now.

The torment of the soul is far more difficult to accept than the pain of the body.

He now felt that his soul was detaching himself from his body little by little, dissipating little by little in the violent waves.

This is simply not something that one person can claim to be able to bear.

But Wang Yang survived.

Is it because his soul has already dissipated with the death of the leaf?

Is it that now he is only an empty shell?

The Walking Dead is mindless.

Ghost Face's originally indifferent eyes gradually showed a little surprise again. This person, who had already died once in his own hands, seemed to have changed in an instant, his person was still like that, and his strength had not increased, but if he changed, he had changed.

What's the difference, Ghost Face himself can't tell.

Is this because of the difference between martial arts and Taoism?

Zla~ saw that the single clothes on Wang Yang's body were suddenly torn to pieces by the invisible air waves. These rags moved with the wind, and as soon as they drifted into the raging waves, they were instantly stirred into powder, and there was not even powder, like ice cubes in water, and they disappeared silently.

A short minute seemed to be longer and farther than the sum of his life's experiences.

The ghost face is already in the realm of the Great Perfection of Qi Cultivation Peak, but he has not condensed the golden pill after all, even so, a cultivator at the peak of Qi cultivation realm, with all his strength, is still not a person who has just stepped into the martial arts, can bear it.

The surprise in his eyes flashed, and in his eyes, Wang Yang was already a dead man.

However, things that are often expected are also prone to some mistakes and mistakes.

The power of the True Yuan in his body is not infinite after all.

Even those true immortals and true gods who are on a par with heaven and earth, their true power is not unlimited. It's just that when you cultivate to that point, the finite can become infinite, and the impossible can also become possible.

For example, the law of time and the law of space.

The matter of the cultivation realm is indeed mysterious.

Even the ghost face only touched the outermost door.

Since the power of his True Yuan was not infinite, then he was bound to pause for a moment.

Even if it's just for a moment, it's enough!

Brush ~ The pitch-black short knife that was originally integrated with the air finally moved.

An invisible, silent sword light suddenly cut through the void, it had already merged with this endless darkness, but at this moment, it cut through the dark air, more deep, more deep.

It's like an undercurrent in the deep ocean, so weak that you can't see or perceive it.

But it exists after all, and at that moment, Wang Yang seemed to have touched the edge of the mysterious and mysterious laws of space.

The light of the knife is like a match, like a meteor, and the castration is extremely fast, almost to the extreme.

This sword is not only an attack, but also the true meaning of martial arts.

The attack seems to have landed on Oniface.

Between the lightning and flint, the thick and violent energy shrouded in the corridor suddenly dissipated as if it had been evacuated.

Poof~ After Wang Yang's blow, his body, which was originally motionless like a javelin, suddenly became like a puddle of mud, fell down, half-knelt on the ground, and opened his mouth to spew out a cloud of blood mist. Immediately after that, he heard only a 'ding' sound, and he still held the short knife tightly, the tip of which was propped up on the cold ground.

At this time, his face was already like gold paper, and his eyes were gloomy.

"Excellent! Very good! ”

At this time, the ghost face was already at the moment of withdrawing the true yuan, and withdrew more than ten steps, looking like that, it seemed to be unscathed, only to see a little surprise in his eyes, and then said: "It really surprises me that I can use martial arts to enter the Dao and improve my strength to the realm of the Great Perfection of the day after tomorrow in such a short period of time!" ”

As he spoke, the look of surprise in his eyes slowly became sharp, and he asked in a cold voice, "Have you seen that old boy?" ”

I saw Wang Yang gritting his teeth and standing up again, still holding the short knife in his hand, and the slightest trace of red blood fell down the corner of his mouth on the cold ground. At this time, his face was already a little distorted in pain, and his pale face reflected the red blood, which was so hideous and terrifying.

Those gloomy eyes slowly became deeper again, and he only heard him squeeze out a few words from between his teeth: "Why don't you ask yourself?" ”

Hearing this, Ghost Face's eyes changed, and he said sharply: "I don't know whether you live or die, when I kill you and use the soul searching method to detain your soul, at that time, I want to see if you are still as hard-mouthed as you are now!" ”