Yan Yan, who is still only five years old, is still so cute that it is distressing, but there is still a little mud and dust on his face. It's in my net.

Her expression was lost and sad, there were tears in the corners of her eyes, and there were already two tear stains on her lovely face that washed away that part of the mud, showing two small ravine-like marks.

Her face was as dirty as a little cat, but there was no father to wipe her and no mother to wash her.

She could only wander alone in this unknown dark and lonely space, looking for her father back and forth.

......

This time, the fantasy scene was very short, there was only such a fragment, but such a fragment was like a sword, piercing Zhou Yan's heart fiercely.

The painful memories that were once frozen shattered, countless painful feelings came one after another, and Zhou Yan was irritable, as if his body was about to explode.

He bit his lip and suppressed his emotions to prevent his debt to his daughter Yanyan from exploding.

Deep down in his heart, he still knew that this was an illusion, a terrible illusion, a kind of grinding of the soul of the person who entered it.

But this grinding is so terrible!

He even knew that if he couldn't bear it anymore, he would die here.

He tried his best to suppress it, blocking the restless, painful, sad, and helpless qiē in his heart.

He raised his head and looked stubbornly at the unknown sky in the distance.

There is no time, no space, nothing but the ever-changing climate, and everything else is nothingness.

I can't see it, I can't hear it, the only thing I can feel is the step-by-step in-depth change of the illusion.

The scorching scene disappeared, and the world became gloomy.

There is no feeling of darkness, but there is a dark world.

There is no evil aura, but an evil state of mind is produced.

"Whew-"

Between heaven and earth, it snowed.

The snowflakes are black, like the ancient netherworld power condensed hundreds of billions of times, this purity, beyond the limit of the netherworld power.

In the world of darkness and darkness, a lonely grave has appeared. Just as I read

On the lonely grave, a black-robed young man was kneeling and worshipping.

Then he took out a sword, a pitch-black sword.

He slashed his body into a thousand or ten thousand pieces bit by bit, as if he had broken his own body into ten thousand pieces!

"Why??!"

The young man roared angrily, and his voice shocked the heavens and the earth.

Under a roar, endless life was shattered and died, and the original world full of vitality was destroyed by all living beings, and endless life, in a roar, turned into dry bones for eternity.

Black snow flies, corrodes thousands of spaces, and the world is annihilated.

In the whole world, only this black-robed young man knelt in front of the lonely grave.

He shattered himself into pieces, shattered his soul, but he seemed to be unable to get anything back.

Eventually, he refined all of them into a human skin, and then he took out a crystal coffin, like holding a rare treasure.

He placed the human skin in a crystal coffin, buried the crystal coffin, and engraved lines of ancient words on it.

......

"Ten Thousand Sword Heaven!"

He shouted angrily.

Heaven and earth shattered, and between time and space, a handsome young man in white with a row of lightsabers behind his back appeared.

"King. ”

Wan Jiantian bowed and saluted.

"You, damn it!"

He shouted angrily.

Only the phantom remained, and a phantom giant finger pointed out, and Wan Jiantian's young and handsome body immediately decayed, leaving only a wisp of ghost.

"King, your subordinates deserve death. ”

The voice of the ghost of Ten Thousand Sword Heaven also became old, and the voice trembled.

"Ten thousand deaths, it is hard to escape the blame!"

His voice was cold and ruthless, and a Void Ancient Tower descended, and the terrifying shackles formed twelve pillars of light, directly suppressing Ten Thousand Sword Heaven.

In the void, there was a painful howl of Ten Thousand Sword Heaven like madness.

The sound faded away and dissipated.

His phantom gradually condensed, his eyes staring at the lonely grave, and among his pitch-black eyes, there were blood-colored flames beating. Just as I read

In the flames, black tears dripped from them.

A tear dropped, and a netherworld demon cave was formed, and in the demon cave, a large number of yin spirits and fierce spirits were immediately born.

"Brother, you have worked hard to give me a perfect life, but I am not angry, I was drained of my perfect soul, and finally you were killed in the void thunder, I hate it! I want to resurrect you even if I give up a qiē, brother! I want this heaven and earth to become a pigsty, I want to raise gods in captivity, I want to exterminate all races, I want to penetrate the cosmic plane! In this life, I have no chance to do it, but even if I give everything, pour out a qiē, millions of reincarnations, I have to-"

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and frantic.

But he was still not finished, but only halfway through.

But the scene didn't go away.

Because a terrible force erupted from him, freezing time and space.

He suddenly raised his head violently, his eyes erupted with purple flames, and the two purple flames seemed to penetrate the long river of time, and suddenly saw Zhou Yan.

The eyes of the two suddenly met.

His gaze was immediately dull and confused, but after a moment, it became extremely cold and evil.

"Who?!Who dares to peep into the void?Who is it?Who is it?!"

His voice suddenly became extremely frenzied, and the terrifying power destroyed the world.

The void is torn apart, and the turbulence is shattered.

But in the end, he gained nothing and found nothing.

He looked at Zhou Yan again, as if separated by two different time and space, the two of them met again.

His evil gaze became cold and silent.

"Rubbish, you'll regret it!"

He said.

After he said this, the Endless Netherworld Birth and Destruction Sky Bridge evolved into an endless eight-lift sedan chair, crushing the Endless Void again.

Then, there was an eight-carrying sedan chair, like shuttling through time and space, and suddenly from this unknown world, it killed Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan's heart was shocked and he woke up from the illusion, but his chest had been pierced by the power of the netherworld, and this false body was directly shattered into powder by the power of the netherworld.

All he was left with was a bleak soul, like a ghost, standing on the path of light in this calm world.

Here, it is the Heavenly Path of the inner world of the Netherworld Heavenly Path.

The deep blue light is intricately intertwined, crisscrossing and forming a series of heavenly paths.

No, and there is no end in sight.

On every path of radiance, there was a genius monk standing in place, immersed in some kind of illusion.

Zhou Yan was seriously injured, and the previous qiē was like a dream, but these, Zhou Yan knew, were not dreams, but probably facts.

But this is only possible, what is true and what is false, he has not been able to discern.

At this time, he was heavy, sad, and helpless.

He has a pathetic feeling of 'thinking about heaven and earth, and crying alone'.

But he was very calm, calmly looking at the path of light around him, and the whole person became extremely silent.

Almost all of the genius monks of Frost Cry are here, all on this heavenly path.

Perhaps, it was because the giant finger of the firmament shattered all the confinements of Frost Cry with one finger, so that the Netherworld Heavenly Road was opened, and any monk in the Ten Thousand Ghost Sword Shrine could enter.

It's just that being able to enter is by no means lucky.

When Zhou Yan looked over, he had already seen several monks' bodies shattered one after another, and their souls exploded and annihilated because they couldn't bear it.

Every monk is on a path of light that comes out of reading, and it is not blocked in the middle, nor can it obscure the sight of others.

Now there are even nearly 10,000 monks, and Zhou Yan can clearly see everyone's expressions on the Radiant Heavenly Path.

The expression was either pain, or worry, or happiness, or happiness, or excitement, or numbness and despair.

Zhou Yan looked at them in turn, and in this process, Zhou Yan saw a hundred people, and at least thirty of them died directly by explosion.

There are also some people whose bodies explode, but their souls are carried down, and they do not die, but there is only a wisp of ghost left, which is the same as Zhou Yan's situation.

Zhou Yan's gaze shuttled, and he saw the holy woman, who was trying to resist the erosion of the terrifying energy on her body, and she was a little powerless, but she did not fail.

Zhou Yan saw the Great Xuanzhi, the body of the Great Xuanist exuded a light like the sun, and there was an expression of surprise on his face, but this expression only lasted for three seconds, and he immediately became extremely frightened.

The mighty sun suddenly turned into a light beast, biting off his head, chewing and eating, and at the same time sucking his nose, his soul was sucked away, and the remaining headless corpse did not even shed a single bit of blood, and immediately turned into dry bones, and then the dry bones rolled down the path of light like a leather ball, and fell into the endless pitch-black abyss under the light.

Zhou Yan saw Lin Siyuan, who had been loyal to him before.

He had a very distressed expression on his face, but it never unfolded.

Finally, he came to his senses, his eyes open, and there was endless despair in his eyes.

When he saw Zhou Yan, his eyes suddenly burst with a strong desire to survive: "Zhou Yanxuan, save me!"

He almost roared, but he couldn't make a sound, but Zhou Yan understood the words through the shape of his mouth.

It's just that as soon as he spoke, he suddenly showed an evil smile, and then chose to blow himself up, as if he couldn't control himself from committing suicide at all.

"Boom"

In an instant, he shattered into a mass of powder, and after the flesh and blood that flew out of the void, it immediately turned into dry powder, like flying black snow, floating into the pitch-black abyss under the path of light.

Zhou Yan's heart was gloomy, the Siyuan Xuan, who he recognized incomparably and had extremely good strength, also died.

It was also at this moment that in the distance, Yan Ran Xuanzhi's body was shattered, and a wisp of ghost soul was left, flying out, standing on the path of light on the Netherworld Path, looking around with fear and disbelief, and his face was pale.

After that, the Falling Autumn Mystery, the Desert Mystery, the Rain Star Mystery, the Light Vein Mysterious, and the Howling Sky Mystic that Zhou Yan knew all died extremely miserably at the same time.

Die extremely fast.

After their deaths, their bodies, without exception, all turned into powder, withered and decayed into pitch-black particles, like black snow falling into the abyss below the pitch-black Netherworld Heavenly Path.