Qi Yu closed his eyes.

The white light in front of him seemed to burn through the retina, and he didn't need to cultivate fiery eyes.

Qi Yu couldn't see anything outside the white flame, and he didn't know that the reaction between the white flame and the black wall also began to be violent.

At first, only the surface of the black walls was lit up by the white flames.

As the white flames swept through the heavens and the earth, the black walls themselves began to burn.

Like a cigarette butt scalding a plastic film, the white flame burns open the black wall, revealing an indescribable void behind it.

The other side of the void is not clear whether it is a dark space or a shadow of nothingness, but it is different from any other place in this world.

The holes were the size of pinholes, and in the blink of an eye, they were large enough for a night to pass through.

In the white flames around Qi Yu, the hollows on those black rooms seemed to grow out of the walls, surrounding Qi Yu.

Qi Yu also felt this change, as if he was basking in the sun with his eyes closed, as if someone suddenly stood in front of him, blocking the sun.

Because of this abnormal movement, Qi Yu opened his eyes.

At that moment, everything froze before his eyes.

The white flames stopped, filling the flames of heaven and earth, and what appeared in front of Qi Yu's eyes was the vast stream of white particles, clusters of which were still there, frozen, like white seaweed standing upright in the deep sea.

The black steam steaming from the liquid surface on the ground is a stream of black particles, like a cluster of sea anemones at the bottom of the pitch black sea, and the tips of those black filaments seem to be solidified, like black leaves, suspended around Qi Yu.

The strangest thing is that Qi Yu can actually move in this still sea of white flames!

When Qi Yu opened his fingers and raised them in front of him, he couldn't believe his eyes.

What made him even more incredulous was that the pain in his body seemed to be still.

It was only when he deliberately wondered if the pain was still there that the pain would spread throughout his body like an electric shock.

This moment.

The pain of being haunted by electric snakes!

The pain of burning the body with white flames!

The pain of the weaver's hanging neck!

The pain of Tu Fan's chest!

And the pain of falling from the sky!

Sweep the whole body!

One moment strolling around, the next moment painful. Qi Yu couldn't support himself anymore, knelt on the ground of the flames, and roared wildly.

As he raised his head to the sky and roared, a sharp cry pierced through the white flames and came towards him.

When Qi Yu raised his head, the white majestic flames had been swallowed by the black feathers that covered the sky!

The black feathers were like a tornado rampage in the stillness of the white flames!

Along the way, the transparent shock wave crushed the heavy white flames and retreated sharply towards both sides of the lane!

The hollows of the black walls on both sides were twisted into pieces by the shock wave and the black feathers, and they were shattered at once and returned to reality!

The black liquid surface of the ground, along with the ghostly black vapor mist, washed away!

On the gray slate, the threads are densely turned, and the turbid stone powder flies up, rushing straight over!

On this black storm, the white flames sprinkled a circle of concentric circles of light, sweeping in!

When Qi Yu realized all this, the invincible shock wave, the black feather storm that seemed to be able to swallow everything, and the pair of burning red pupils in the middle of the glittering phosphorescent light, had arrived in front of him!

Black claws hidden in the feather storm! A sinister and gloomy thick beak!

This is?! The crow! The giant crow in the Wild Card Library!

Surprise, or surprise, Qi Yu didn't know,

Because, something pierced his chest from behind, stained with his blood, and went straight to the invincible feather storm!

The cold, burning red pupils, as if they hadn't seen him, strangulated the things that pierced the area.

Qi Yu could clearly see that the flesh and blood on his chest and arms were shattered piece by piece, and the white bones were peeled off by countless black feathers, and then turned into blood mist and dissipated!

However, Qi Yu tried his best to make him faint, but he was indifferent to the pain in front of him, and just desperately twisted his neck to look behind him.

If you don't look at it, it's too late.

Qi Yu had a premonition that the power behind him that was powerful enough to subvert this world was brewing!

Finally saw it!

Behind him, on the black wall that he thought he could lean on, the thick skin tentacles of dark yellow moss with ancient dirt broke the hole into a shocking crack and burst out. The tentacles that appeared on his chest were at the tip of the ancient touch.

There is no need for a head ring, no need for a battle helmet, Qi Yu can see it clearly this time.

This is the culprit of the new injury in front of him! The mourning messenger is his own person after all, and he has shown mercy to his subordinates.

When he turned back again, the long tentacles were already strangled with the fierce black feathers.

One of the burning pupils of the red flame had shattered, and the shards of the pupils that rattled all over the body of the ancient tentacles.

The sharp black feathers of the flying scroll rolled up pieces of heavy moss on the tentacles, polishing the silver flowers from time to time.

Hideous claws and thick beaks pierced the tentacles, as if they were about to break them.

The balance is evenly matched, but the scales are not in favor of the side behind them!

Qi Yu felt that the thing in his chest seemed to move, this is to run?!

Looking at the tragedy in front of him, Qi Yu laughed, clenched the tentacles that passed through his chest with both hands, took a deep look at the red pupils, and used his last strength to hug the murderer who seemed to come from ancient times.

The crimson pupil seemed to understand Qi Yu's meaning, and no longer had any scruples, and thousands of black feather blades finally crossed Qi Yu's side and surrounded Qi Yu entirely!

Qi Yu closed his eyes, and at the moment when Black Feather finally surrounded him, he looked at the hollow with tentacles stretched out behind him, and his chest once again jumped with palpitations that surpassed all the throbbing before.

With the unwillingness and determination that could not be burned with white flames burned in his chest, Qi Yu showed his white and shiny teeth, and leaned over to pounce on the tentacles in his arms!

In the heavily wrapped black feather shadow, Qi Yu could not be seen, and the tentacles could not be seen. I only saw a light that was even brighter than the white flame, sprouting with an incomparable horror, piercing out of the cracks in the black feathers, instantly illuminating this side of the world!

In the still sea of white flames, the new rage that occurred in these moments finally stopped at this moment, and everything was without exception.

Only the most central germinating light is still spreading outward inexorably.

Until a figure wrapped in black scales, from those still burning white flames in the air, leaped forward, leaped towards the center of all the rage, broke through the black feathers that surrounded it, easily broke the ancient tentacles, and pulled Qi Yu's body from the tentacles.

Then the figure stretched out his hand on Qi Yu's open chest, stained a little blood red, as if it was put into his mouth and sipped, and then took the white flame that Qi Yu jumped into the air again, and disappeared into the fog.

Time seems to be back in motion, white flames, black rooms, monsters, feather storms, broken touches.

At that moment, the white light that accompanied the budding light all disappeared.

The black and gray stone rice all over the ground has witnessed all this.

And where Qi Yu disappeared, a white fog shrouded the place where the ancient giant touched through the wall.

The Void Hole still has its last struggles.