"River Chart."

Qi Yu woke up, and his black pupils turned golden.

Nirvana has no reaction.

Qi Yu clenched his fists, his nails sank deep into the flesh of his palm, and a trace of blood stretched out and dripped onto the Nirvana Battle Helmet.

Countless lines of blood stretched out, wrapping around the entire helmet.

There was still no reaction in the helmet.

This is Qi Yu's face was shrouded in an indescribable expression, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

With a light finger, it was pointed out on the inky black wings of Nirvana, and the moment it was pointed, the entire palm instantly became transparent, and then it became the same again.

At this time, the entire battle helmet was shrouded by countless white electric snakes, and the inky black helmet trembled violently.

Countless black ashes were scattered from the helmet, and the visible ripples rippled out with Nirvana as the center.

In this solidified world, countless fragments of the oracle tower, black stone rice and black marsh water, were vibrated into the air, and were vibrated into various distorted shapes by ripples in the air, and finally turned into countless black lings in the air, as if they were pulled by an invisible hand, covering Qi Yu himself.

The black ling's flickering reflected an indescribable scene, and everything that had no roots on the ground seemed to be attracted by Qi Yu's black ling, and pulled it over.

From a distance, countless black thorns seemed to have grown out of thin air on the ground, and the thorns composed of black lings all pointed at Qi Yu, and Qi Yu was the center that attracted these black thorns.

Qi Yu clenched his fingers into a fist and squeezed it heavily, and all the black thorns were broken off by Qi Gen.

The shining and piercing electric snakes on the Nirvana helmet snaked towards the black thorns.

It's just that it's always a little bit away, and it's out of reach.

Qi Yu snorted coldly, clenched his fists again, and all the silver-white electric snakes shrouded Qi Yu's body, only to see Nirvana tremble, and Hetu's voice appeared in Nirvana again.

"Me, where is this?"

Hetu seemed to be a little confused, and the tentacles that resisted the broken towers had exhausted the last energy reserves of Nirvana.

Hetu had fallen into a deep sleep in Nirvana China before, but now his energy suddenly skyrocketed, and the memory of the boundless Qi Yu in Nirvana seemed to have been stirred by something, setting off monstrous waves in the boundless space of Nirvana.

The huge fluctuation of thoughts, the exponential amount of information leaked from countless time and space, almost made Hetu directly lose his soul.

Hatu woke up in horror.

Then it discovered an even bigger nightmare!

"Mark! ......”

After Hetu's thoughts saw the reality clearly, he directly seemed to be banned, and stopped speaking.

It was a nightmare in Hetu's own long-term memories, and it was also the destination he was searching for.

It finally found the reason why it had to wrap its face around Qi Yu.

Dwell on the other side of the Infinite Void, on the other side of the River of Amuza, in the ultimate place of the Ship of the Sun.

A person who stares into the abyss all day long, and is gazed upon by the abyss.

It is also its past and future, and countless reincarnations cannot forget or abandon the master.

Now it is occupying Qi Yu's body.

"Hetu, you have to take him, find the boat of the sun, go to the river of Amuza, and meet my arrival."

Qi Yu's commanding sense of thought directly covered the seemingly boundless space of thought in Nirvana, and no matter where the river diagram retreated, it was impossible to escape.

Hetu didn't dare to face this incomparably powerful sense of oppression at all, and silently accepted Qi Yu's order.

Qi Yu didn't say anything anymore and sighed lightly.

Then he looked up at the empty towers.

The shattered roof of the oracle tower, like a tomb that no one cared about, towered in the empty black marsh.

But at this moment, in Qi Yu's eyes, there were countless huge old yellow tentacles standing in the broken parts of those oracle towers, and those remaining oracle towers were flashing countless synchronous signals.

Qi Yu squinted and looked at the scene in front of him.

The arm stretched out flatly, and countless black mist rolled up, gathering in Qi Yu's palm, first condensing into wisps of black ling, and then condensing into wisps of black lings that were about the same thickness and length as Tu Fan.

Qi Yu took a step forward, his legs spread back and forth, and he took a steady step.

Holding the black stick with both hands, he assumed a posture of swinging forward.

Flickering sparks appeared in the air, and despite the absence of any flames or warming, the entire space seemed to be scorched, and the water of the Black Swamp bubbled and began to steam up countless black vapors in an instant.

Then the black vapors rubbed violently against each other, and the sparks flickering in the air filled the entire space in an instant.

Those old yellow tentacles are also in this high-temperature space, and the scorched black traces on those tentacles leave countless traces as black as spider webs, and then the whole thick skin swells out countless round balloons, like scalded blisters, and also like the cavities on those fried pasta.

It's just that this cavitation bubble has not had time to expand to explode, and it has completely carbonized into a red black structure, and when it is touched by the fog particles that collide at high speed in the air, it will be broken apart piece by piece.

The black water in this black swamp has completely evaporated, revealing the black stone rice below.

The tentacles were rolling in pain.

After the black bubble shattered, what was revealed was not flesh and skin, but a churning alien space, and those indescribable substances kept struggling in front of Qi Yu.

Qi Yu finally moved, and the black stick dragged by both hands swung forward.

The shadow of the stick, in the originally frozen space, seemed to have become a slow motion.

Countless black mist continued to condense at the tail end of the black long stick, and the structure of those fog particles was constantly compressed, bursting out with infinite energy, but that energy was always compressed into a ball, and in the process of swinging the black long stick forward, it continued to expand, barely becoming an egg-sized shape.

At the beginning of the swing of the stick shadow, a white mist in the shape of a butterfly bloomed on the head of the stick the size of an egg.

When the stick swung above Qi Yu's head, those fog particles had already been shattered into tiny particles comparable to Nirvana filaments by the tip of the stick and the tip of the stick that was barely called a hammerhead.

When the stick struck the ground in front of Qi Yu, it had already extended to the very center of the Black Oracles Pagoda group several miles away.

The white light blooms, as if the world is created.

No one could see what was going on in the white light.

I just vaguely saw the entire group of towers, and the stone rice like the black tide was thrown into the air thousands of meters high.

Beneath the towers was a whole yellow and dim body, emitting a whisper that could change the color of the world.

The thousands of oracle towers transmitted countless flashing signals, driving countless yellow-wielding tentacles to struggle in the white light. Then he was swallowed by the white light and disappeared.

And the rod, which was several miles long, broke in two.

One section is the handle of a stick, which is deeply inserted into the bottom of the pit at a depth of thousands of meters, and countless stars are reflected in the whole bottom of the pit, black as ink, and light as a mirror.

In the deafening crash, one section was tossed by the incomparable white light into the fog that had been cleared dozens of miles away.

Qi Yu's whole person stood in place intact and did not move for a long time.

"Mark? Mark? ”

Hetu finally dared to try to take the initiative to contact.

When the white light flashed, the entire Nirvana contemplative world changed from a storm to a tsunami.

The huge amount of information about the past and the future forces the river map to go nowhere.

At the risk of being dispelled by the energy, Hetu escaped with the energy it had never eaten since its birth, and then burst out with countless filaments, rolling up as many black lings as possible, spreading into the ground, and planting unfathomable roots at Qi Yu's feet.

The white light seemed to last for a long time, but it seemed like a moment had passed.

After failing to summon Mark, Hetu stopped trying to wake up.

Because, the space of Nirvana's contemplation has returned to tranquility again, the past returns to the past, and the future returns to the future.

Neat.

Then Hetu felt a familiar but no longer threatening sense of thought returning to Nirvana.

Qi Yu's eyes opened, and his sober eyes were filled with confusion and pain.

It was like having a nightmare.

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Once again, I finished coding the main chapter on my phone, and once again saved the festival.

Without paying attention, the journey of the second hundred chapters began.

Thank you to the book friends who have supported Wolves along the way, thank you.