The demonic cloud had disappeared without a trace, but he didn't leave because he hadn't found the ghost yet.

Huang Cong continued to walk forward in the stagnant water, he must understand the doubts in his heart, and at the same time, he was secretly thinking about what the sentence in the demon cloud meant, and what the flower of death was.

The inky black stagnant water seemed to have no edge, and since it was pitch black, he didn't know how long he would have to swim to the other side, and he didn't think much about it, because if he delayed a little time, maybe the ghost Ling'er's life would be in danger.

At this moment, he found that the farther forward this stagnant water became, and the buoyancy of this water could not bear the weight of a person at all, no matter how Huang Cong made a splash, he couldn't move forward half a step at all.

"Do you really want to dive under the water and walk straight over like this?" Looking at the inky black silence of the water, he knew that there was no way back, and then he took a deep breath and let the stagnant water cover his head.

The underwater waves are still not alarmed, except for the slightest chill through the heart, there are not too many obstacles, Huang Cong did not dare to be careless, and moved forward slowly, the pace was not big, but the step was very steady.

He really wanted to observe how far he was still there to reach the other side of the front through his spiritual power, but he found that the stagnant water seemed to be an obstacle to everything, and he couldn't penetrate it at all, even if he recovered to his peak state at the moment, under this special stagnant water, he also seemed a little panicked, and he didn't know how long he could hold this breath.

The water was deeper than he had imagined, and as he dived, the pressure increased, and at that moment, he suddenly felt something on his feet, and immediately crouched down and groped with his hands.

In an instant, he was shocked again, although he had already guessed that this might be the case, at this moment, after some exploration, his back was still cold.

There are countless dry bones under the water, just a slight touch, it will turn into powder, at first he thought it was the silt at the bottom of the water, so every time he took a step, he would feel sinking a lot, and at this moment he had to show a look of emotion, how many creatures are needed to form such a large backwater, and where the forest of despair leads, this qiē is a mystery.

Gritting his teeth, he continued to lean forward, for he had to get to the other side before his breath reached its limit.

The more anxious he became, the more unstable he felt, and he stumbled down several times, and suddenly found that it was not this weird stagnant water that affected him, but himself, and unconsciously, his cultivation was actually regressing, and his face was slowly changing.

After learning about this phenomenon, Huang Cong could only smile bitterly, he had long expected that his body was like absorbing the death qi that had begun at the beginning, and when he returned to his peak state, it only lasted for a while, and then he had gray hair and vicissitudes, and he looked like he was dying, but he didn't expect to be beaten back to the prototype so quickly.

Gradually, his eyes became heavier and heavier, Huang Cong shook his head, and decided to race against his body, he hoped that a miracle could occur, and he hoped to reach the other side when his hair was completely white, but it was so far away.

In a trance, he saw a bright red under the water, perhaps it was this bright red that gave him the illusion, he thought that it was the flowers blooming on the other side, and his heart was full of excitement.

"Am I finally getting through this backwater?"

Huang Cong staggered towards the bright red, as if it was close to his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch it, and finally, he felt a little weak, and stumbled on his feet and threw himself forward, and the bright red was also thrown into his arms.

Finally, he regained his first form, like dry bones, but he was still conscious, and the only trace of consciousness he had was slowly dissipating.

At the last moment, he remembered the words of the nameless god and demon, looked at the bright red in his hand again, and sighed, "Is this the flower of death?"

The petals are so dazzling, emitting this strange and terrifying red light, and the heart of the flower is delicate, it is difficult for him to imagine how such a flower can grow in such an environment, but the situation in front of him does not allow him to think too much, and let his last strength send the heart of the flower into his mouth.

In an instant, he fell, perhaps like billions of living beings, and finally turned into a pair of dry bones and was permanently soaked under the stagnant water, while the surface of the lake remained undisturbed, as if it would not change in any way because of the extra bones.

I don't know how long it was, Huang Cong opened his eyes again, but saw a strange and terrifying red light on his body, although he was at the bottom of the stagnant water at this time, but all the stagnant water was blocked by the red light, and it couldn't be soaked for half a minute.

Gradually, he found that his body was abnormal again, and this time he felt even more shocked that a huge vitality filled his body, and suddenly the light was great, and the whole body became crystal clear.

In just a few eyes, his wrinkled skin became smooth again, the original dead flesh was suddenly reborn, the pale hair was turning black one by one, and more importantly, the strength he had lost was regathering in his body little by little.

"All Things" reappeared, still mysterious, Huang Cong had long been used to it, and let it do something, because he could feel the consciousness of this exercise, that is, he would not let himself die, whether it was to absorb death qi before, or to absorb demon qi, it was all to save his life for a moment.

I don't know what the ultimate purpose of 'it' is, but it's important to be alive at this moment.

However, this time, "All Things" did not transform into a whirlpool in the body like before, but directly turned into a light and shadow flying out of Huang Cong's mind, suspended above the stagnant water.

Seeing this, he was stunned, and looked at the huge golden book above his head stupidly, which burst out with bright light at this moment, and the scenes recorded in the book became clearer and clearer.

He saw the picture he saw for the first time, the whole space was a blinding yellow, lifeless, the earth cracked everywhere, the sky was shattered, and everywhere there were huge black holes, all the creatures in the world were extinct, and at this time, a bud came out of the cracks in the earth, and then from the appearance of the first person, to the end of the last person, the whole picture was repeated over and over again.

Every time he saw it, Huang Cong would be shocked, he had a feeling that someone was hinting at something, and the weird laughter in the book, every time he recalled it, he would feel a chill from the deepest part of his heart.

With the rapid rotation of this huge "All Things", all the stagnant water was actually separated from the middle of the lake, thus also showing the terrifying scene at the bottom of the lake, countless corpses and bones soaked in the bottom of the water, I don't know how many years have passed, let alone how many people, because they have been completely turned into powder and turned into silt at the bottom.

At this time, the "Life of All Things" in the sky has been completely substantialized, so that a bright light shot out of it and pointed directly at the towering ancient tree that covered the sky and the sun, and suddenly the inky black leaves of the ancient tree shook for a while, and then revealed a hole the size of a millstone, and suddenly the light from the outside directly shone in, adding a trace of brilliance to this dark and secluded desperate forest.

Seeing this, Huang Cong was shocked, it was an ancient tree that even the thunder could resist, he saw with his own eyes that countless inky black leaves that could not be shocked by countless rough electric dragons, and at this moment, under the power of this golden book, a hole was revealed, how could people not be shocked.

The mutation continued, the body of "All Things" was still in Huang Cong's mind, and the golden book in the air was just a phantom, with the connection between the two, suddenly a substantial pillar of light was connected from Huang Cong's chest to the golden book in the sky.

The golden book was still running wildly at this time, and just as Huang Cong was thinking, a thin aura poured into his body, and suddenly, he understood why "All Things" would spend such a huge amount of effort to open a hole in the Forest of Despair, because it wanted to absorb the essence of heaven and earth.

With a hole broken by the towering ancient tree, under the spiral nest formed by the golden book, the heaven and earth essence qi from all directions outside the Despair Forest surged like the raging waves of the sea, frantically surging towards the spiral nest, and through the substantial pillar of light, Huang Cong felt that the aura in his body was rapidly filled.

Outside the Despair Forest, the aura of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles was violently shaking, and many demonic beasts were restless, but fortunately, something big had happened.

With the continuous flow of spiritual energy, Huang Cong felt more and more uncomfortable, but "All Things" was like the previous two times, there was no intention of stopping, at this moment, he thought of a key question, with the increase of his cultivation, the demonic qi and death qi in his body will become more and more rough, as if a triangular scale has been formed in his body, and this time it is precisely because this balance has been broken that he will become like this.

According to the practice of "All Things", it has absorbed a certain amount of death qi and demonic qi, so it must absorb a certain amount of heaven and earth aura to maintain balance, otherwise it may be the same as before, because this balance is broken, and the body is depleted.

After thinking about this, he looked at the flower of death in his hand that had already been secretly talking about the lack of light and no flower, and sighed lightly: "People think that such a spiritual flower will not grow in such an evil place, but the real spiritual thing grows in the opposite position, there is no absolute life in the world, there is no absolute death, death is life, and then such a place of death, but it has given birth to a spiritual flower containing great vitality, wonderful!"

He knew that the reason why he was able to wake up again was because of the huge vitality in this flower of death, and at the moment when it entered his throat, he clearly felt a surging warm current quickly flowing to his whole body, the heart of the flower was fragrant, and the smell of the flower did not dissipate.

In the following time, he sat cross-legged, working hard to run these spiritual qi that filled his body, such a great opportunity to refine his body, how could he not take advantage of it.

The aura poured into his body, Huang Cong was the first to expand his muscles and flesh, when one meridian after another was torn and repaired countless times, he nodded a little satisfied, and then began to refine his flesh and blood.

Two hours later, he had completely refined his entire body, but the aura was still rolling in, and at this moment, no matter how much he opened up, he couldn't hold such a large amount, and suddenly, he felt something, and then closed his eyes again.