It seemed to be held up by something and flew up. It's a weird feeling that doesn't feel good. But He Yiming didn't have any struggle, but was quietly feeling this strange power.

The power of space, this is definitely a space power that belongs to Shinto powerhouses. And it's not the kind of internal space power in the artifact, it's the real space power exerted by the divine dragon.

He Yiming's thoughts extended, but they failed to penetrate the magical power that enveloped him.

However, he clearly sensed the intense fluctuation frequency of this power. Slowly, a hint of understanding flashed on He Yiming's face, and he already vaguely felt it. The power of space has a considerable relationship with the power of heaven and earth, which may be said to be a kind of power of heaven and earth in disguise.

If He Yiming hadn't mastered the power of heaven and earth under the power of light and darkness, then he would definitely not be able to feel this change in power.

The power of heaven and earth is a way of using the power of Shinto powerhouses after absorbing countless forces of heaven and earth, after being strongly compressed and released.

And the power of this space is not much different. After absorbing the huge power of heaven and earth, the divine dragon used some special means to condense these power of heaven and earth again, and then suddenly swayed out. It's just that the amplitude of this compression is far beyond the limit that He Yiming can reach.

Perhaps, it is precisely because the level of compression reaches a certain critical point that the spatial effect can be produced.

Just as He Yiming was completely indulged in the perception of this power, this power gradually began to dissipate, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, slowly dissolving.

He was slightly stunned. Then he realized that he must have come to a place that was recognized by the divine dragon, so the power of this space was exhausted.

He sighed deeply, although he was a little unwilling, there was nothing he could do to stop the flow of these powers.

Suddenly, he saw the sun, the ball in the sky like a wheel of fire.

However, in front of his eyes, there was a thick layer of sand mist, and the sand grains everywhere were blown by the wind, and they suddenly diffused, and even scurried towards people's eyes, nostrils, ears, and sleeves.

His brows furrowed slightly, the true qi on He Yiming's body swirled, and at the same time, a strange virtual flower appeared on the top of his head.

The moment this flower appeared, the surrounding wind suddenly stopped, and it seemed that the wind within a certain range of approaching He Yiming became soft, and no longer blew the sand on the ground.

Countless grains of sand fell from the sky in this area, and after losing the strength of the wind, these things could no longer stay in the air. Of course, the finer, almost dusty sand still floated in mid-air, filling the air with a smell of despair and desolation.

He Yiming's face slowly became gloomy, and as far as his eyes could see, there were only him and the Shinto Blood Condensator within the scope of his vision. Other than that, there is no trace of life anymore.

In the desert of the Northwest. Although it is also a piece of yellow sand, it is by no means a dead place, and there are many kinds of life in the desert that are stubbornly surviving. However, here, there is no breath of life, not even a slight.

He Yiming raised his head, and his eyes gradually became firm.

In any case, you can't let the group of guys who represent death come into your own world.

This was his thought at the moment, and it was also the thought of all the Shinto powerhouses and divine beasts who had entered this place in the past.

Only after witnessing these devastated places of death can you clearly understand what the dragon is saying.

They have no way out......

His ears twitched slightly, and in the ground, a slight gouging sound came into He Yiming's ears.

Although the voice was very soft, it was so clear in this dead place where there was no sound but the wind.

An eerie, even more terrifying cold aura than a dragon snake entered He Yiming's thoughts.

In He Yiming's life, the most powerful cold aura he had ever seen was undoubtedly the yin and evil aura in the Ghost Crying Mountains. However, at this moment, He Yiming did not know. It turns out that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people. If compared to this cold aura, the aura of the dragon snake is so amiable and lovely.

The power of death, the power of total extinction.

This was an aura that was a hundred times more vicious than the darkest force, and if an ordinary cultivator was invaded by such a cold aura, then it would not be surprising that he would be killed on the spot.

It's no fluke that these guys can easily destroy a continent, or even an entire world.

"Boom ......"

The sand on the ground rolled upside down, and an ape-like monster sprang up from the ground and pounced on He Yiming.

It was a dead creature seen in the sky image, it had an ape-like body and nimble movements, its head was a huge fly head, its compound eyes flashed bright red and cold-blooded, and its mouthparts stretched out and pierced towards He Yiming's neck.

With a cold snort, He Yiming's figure moved slightly, dodging at a faster speed than it. He waved his hand slightly, then was slightly stunned, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

The ferocious creature turned around and pounced on it once again.

Shaking his head, He Yiming reached out and flipped over, took out a kettle from the Five Elements World, opened the lid, and with a pull of his wrist, the water in the kettle suddenly flowed out.

There was a strange power fluctuation around his body, and the water that flowed out of the pot suddenly turned into a mist, and from nothing, from light to thick, and in an instant, another He Yiming had been successfully condensed.

This He Yiming looks exactly like him. It was the cloud clone he had comprehended in the Colorful Palace.

He hadn't fought anyone since he comprehended this clone, and now was undoubtedly the best opportunity. Similarly, using this clone to fight the dead creatures is also a way to observe the true strength of this monster.

The clone had already coalesced in an instant, and it was heading towards the monster.

The hard, slender mouthparts instantly pierced into the body of the cloud clone, and the sides of the monster's mouth twitched desperately. But alas, no matter how much it absorbs, there is nothing left but a piece of air.

The cloud clone threw a punch and slammed it towards the compound eye on the creature's head.

The creature was not inferior to intelligence, and it raised its arm in front of the compound eye. But something more than it could have imagined happened.

The cloud clone's punch was scattered the moment it touched its arm, but after passing through the arm, it reunited and hit its compound eye firmly.

"Smack......

As if it was the sound of an egg being pinched, the terrifying compound eye was broken by this punch.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak......"

A sharp, mouse-like sharp and piercing cry came out of the monster's mouth, and it had already spread far away in an instant, and what really surprised He Yiming was. There is a rather peculiar thing about this cry, that is, it travels no slower than it does on the ground.

In just a moment, countless equally shrill and piercing cries were heard from afar.

He Yiming smiled coldly, and the cloud and mist clone raised another fist again, smashing it into the other compound eye of the dead creature, this terrifying-looking guy didn't dare to block it again, but retreated to escape, but as soon as its body moved, it found that the cloud and mist clone was simply stuck to its body, and it couldn't shake it off.

"Smack......

Another punch slammed into the compound eye, in this punch. A flash of red light flashed and followed the wound into the monster's body.

The next moment, the entire monster turned a blood-red color, and then exploded with a bang.

The cloud clone has sent a ray of red light in the colorful glow into the monster's body, although the power of this wisp of red glow is not very great, but it is not something that a small ordinary dead creature can bear, and it has exploded and died in an instant.

The cloud clone quickly returned to He Yiming's side, he disturbed his scalp, and was quite satisfied with the ability that the clone had.

Bing Xiaotian and the others didn't know that when he comprehended the way of clouds and mist, he also mastered the way of ice at the same time. Of course, since he is not a deep cold physique, he is also not accepted by the artifact Ice Ling Mirror.

It's just that after he mastered the power of the three forms of water respectively, he also stole the colorful glow in the Colorful Palace.

Although the colorful glow is in different forms, it is all the use of the power of the water system, and with He Yiming's achievements now, it is not a miracle that he can control it freely.

The power of the cloud clone body is not very great, and its main role is to confuse and escape. But the cloud clone that has mastered the power of the colorful glow is quite terrifying. If there is enough support from the water system divine power and the power of heaven and earth, the power is so strong that it can even compete with the Shinto blood condensator.

Of course, nothing can be perfect.

The only drawback of the cloud clone is that in this environment, there is a lack of necessary water, and if it weren't for He Yiming's own abundant water source, he would not be able to condense the cloud clone at all.

The rustling sound grew louder and louder, and the dead creatures summoned by the screams finally appeared in droves.

Dead creatures that seemed to have been carved out of a mold emerged from the ground and approached from a distant sight, forming a terrifying army that surged towards He Yiming, the cloud clone, and the Shinto Blood Condenser at a tidal speed.