"Go!" Chaotian patted Yang Huan's feet.

Yang Huan's whole body trembled, and then he felt his body sink, and instantly fell into a dark and bottomless world.

Chaotian buried Yang Huan with a burial coffin, held the coffin in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while, and then disappeared, leaving only a trace of the afterglow of the slanting sun, shining on Yang Huan's tombstone.

said that after Yang Huan was buried in the sky, it was like falling into an endless abyss, and his body kept falling and could not be found.

He has also been in the burial coffin, but the burial coffin still has the soul, and when he automatically protects the master, he was pulled in by the little goblin, but now the burial coffin is different from before, it has become an indescribable thing, Yang Huan doesn't know it anymore, he doesn't know how long he has fallen, and his soul is no longer clear and chaotic.

This process of falling lasted maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years, in the never-ending fall, Yang Huan tried his best to keep the last trace of clarity of his soul, and he wondered if he had crossed again.

Until his body couldn't stand it anymore and began to burn a raging fire, lighting up the space around him.

However, Yang Huan still couldn't see anything, he only saw the darkness, the boundless darkness, he was like the light of a grain of rice in the darkness.

While his body was burning, Yang Huan felt that he had recovered some of his cultivation, and he tried to transform and make his body bigger, but he could only hold up a hundred zhang height at most, and his body was still burning with fire in the boundless darkness and still couldn't see anything else.

Some special substances in Yang Huan's body began to burn out, and the dry water was gone, exhausted.

Then there's the Land of Clouds.

And then there is the Root of Sacrifice......

In the end, Yang Huan's entire body was burned out, bringing him endless pain, and he was powerless to struggle.

However, in the process, his spirit grew stronger because of the pain!

Later, Yang Huan was left with only his soul floating in the dark, and finally stopped falling and began to float.

Yang Huan still couldn't control himself, his soul flickered left and right, up and down, and he was also floating around irregularly.

Yang Huan sank into the boundless darkness again, unable to see any light or hope.

The most terrifying thing happened, he felt as if something in the darkness had opened its mouth and gnawed at his spirit.

With each bite, a small portion of his Divine Soul was swallowed, and he felt the sharp pain and reduction of his Divine Soul.

If you go on like this, you will really die!

Something had to be done!

But what can only the soul do?

Yang Huan's soul began to glow and began to make sounds, and if you listen carefully, you will hear that his soul is singing......

"Little swallow, wearing flower clothes, come here every spring, I asked the swallow why you came, the swallow said, the spring here is the most beautiful......"

"The pond is full, the rain has stopped, the fine mud on the edge of the field, there are loaches everywhere, every day I am waiting for you, waiting for you to catch loaches, big brother, let's go catch loaches......"

"The stars in the sky, shining, like a pair of pairs, a pair of eyes ......"

Yang Huan was originally confused and scared, who knew that the more he sang later, the more he sang, the happier he became.

His soul had been devoured completely, and there was only a bit of true spirit left, who knows, as he sang more and more, his soul grew again, doubling by a multiple of one two by four, eighty-six, and growing wildly at a speed of two times two.

The power of his divine soul became stronger and stronger, and he began to emit the light of the Extreme Heaven.

It's not the darkness that swallows him now, it's the darkness that swallows him in reverse.

The dark substance was swallowed up by his divine soul, absorbed, digested, and accommodated, so that his divine soul continued to double and grow, that explosive power, that kind of fusion, very terrifying!

Yang Huan continued to sing, he enjoyed the happy feeling of the growth of the divine soul's power, as well as the pleasure of infinite acceleration, he felt that this world belonged to him!

Until one day, the darkness in front of me was swept away!

Yang Huan's spirit opened his eyes!

He saw the world as it really was!

Yang Huan's three souls and seven spirits were constantly rotating and rotating around each other, forming various permutations and combinations, and there were countless subtle points of light around him, and countless "spirits" revolved around his soul.

At this moment, he is like a heavenly form, like a whirlpool, like the Milky Way, like a nebula, and those spirits are like countless stars!

"It turns out that this is such a world!" Yang Huan's spirit sighed.

With a sigh, everything in front of him was obscured, and the world returned to a state of chaos again.

Yang Huan didn't say anything more, and disappeared in an instant with countless spirits, not knowing where he went and where he recuperated.

If there is time in this world, it may be 100,000 years, a million years, and Yang Huan's divine soul has not appeared again.

"Open the sky, open the sky!" Suddenly, one day, a voice came from the chaos.

Then, just a loud bang!

Chaos cracked, and a clear and clear light of the universe shone on the world from far and near.

Chaos is separated, the light ascends for the sky, and the heavy sinks for the earth!

Then, various natural phenomena began to occur in the heavens, and rivers, seas, lakes, deep valleys and mountains appeared on the earth......

One day, a new movement occurred in the world, and species began to multiply......

Yang Huan's spirit appeared, and he was like a star, hanging high above the nine heavens, watching the evolution of life, the vicissitudes of life, and the birth of civilization.

Mechanical civilization, from birth to destruction, the birth of civilization to the destruction of the world.

Gaowu civilization, from life to death.

Cultivating the world of immortals, from birth to death.

Various civilizations alternated......

Later, a cultivation civilization similar to the world before him appeared......

From the popularization of law to the end of the law, from the low-end to the high-end, from the glory to the decline, and again to the end of the world, the destruction of civilization......

A voice came from nowhere: "What you see is what you get."

What you remember, what you will get!"

Yang Huan sat in the cloudy sky and watched the tide rise and flow, and the flowers bloomed.

Who is interpreting the world?

Who's in charge?

The world is like a stage, and Yang Huan is like an audience, watching all kinds of performances and all kinds of debuts.

His mind is also being tempered, sometimes rejoicing, sometimes sighing, sometimes rejoicing with the beginning of life, and sometimes sighing with the decline of civilization.

In the end, everything came to an end, and heaven and earth returned to chaos.

Sometimes Yang Huan himself is confused, why is everything so familiar, it is all familiar to him, is it that he has interpreted the world? Could it be that he is practicing in this way?

If it happens, it will be amazing, everything he dreamed of before will come true, and he will have incredible power!

However, everything seems to be not himself, and he always feels that there are still living beings in this world.

Everything was uncertain, Yang Huan remembered the truth of the world he saw when he first opened his eyes, and he was shocked!

Yang Huan fled again and became one with this heaven and earth.

This chaotic world sometimes expands and breathes, sometimes shrinks.

Sometimes it flickered twice, as if there was some immortal spirit hidden inside.

"It's so quiet, little one, come out and sing again......"

Again—here we go!