Standing on the top of the quaint gray mountain, Wu Wang looked at the giant mountain with the same skin color as the mountain soul, which was a high peak. How tall Wu Wang didn't know, he couldn't see the whole picture at all, he stood on the edge, and he only knew that he was very small and small.

The surface of the quaint mountain stone is covered with lines, like a pattern, similar to the pattern of the mountain silk pattern on the forehead of the mountain soul. The existence of the pattern is like a kind of illusion, blurry and ephemeral, like a change.

The space here is bright, shining like a galaxy, and the distance is like a nebula, like a dream. Let Wu Wang feel as if he is in the starry sky, his unconscious soul is drifting, and there is a baptism of sublimation.

The inner desire to be in it is inextricable, and the consciousness is deep there, and it is beautiful, as if you are in a fairyland, without the slightest worry, without the worries of red dust.

Wu Wang seemed to be standing at the junction of the human world and the immortal world, and his soul had left his body, which was an indescribable scene. Watching the nebula get closer and closer, he broke free from the shackles of the flesh and came to the heavens and the earth.

The nebula in front of him was flickering, as if the arrival of Wu Wang's soul consciousness had disturbed the place, and the bright starlight had transformed into a flowing brilliance. Whirling and cruising, a humanoid imprint of a human figure, drifting in flowing brilliance, towards the inner depths of the nebula.

Wu Wang had never felt that the heavens and the earth were so wide, the world was so wonderful, he saw the texture of the heavens and the earth, and heard the world's breathing. It was like a door to his heart that he had never had before, open for him.

Walked in softly, as if he was a part of heaven and earth, integrated into heaven and earth. Wu Wang felt the flowing colors and saw that he had entered a completely different world.

Here the years are felt, the eternity is still, never flowing, always stopping there. Space is illusory, you can see and feel it, but it seems to have never existed, and you don't know where it has disappeared?

Wu Wang heard the sound of the sea, like the tide of the clock of time, lapping against the shore, ringing in his soul, recording the evolution of heaven and earth.

He saw the boundless, countless peaks that sat in his heart, carrying the weight of the world.

In an instant, the wind covered the heavens and the earth, and the world became blurred, as if the curtain had been drawn. A will, with heaven and earth looking at Wu Wang's soul.

The world disappeared in front of Wu Wang, and the feeling of heaven and earth receded like a tide in Wu Wang's heart, and Wu Wang woke up like a lightning strike.

Trying to recall that piece of heaven and earth, remembering the texture of that piece of heaven and earth, Wu Wang's soul body was contained in the distant nebula. The black texture that constantly gushes out is covered, as if recording the true meaning of the Tao.

Behind the nebula was covered by an eternal darkness, and a will of heaven and earth tried to cross the nebula to the body of the soul body. The quaint peaks at the foot of the soul body, the textures on the rocks are bright, and the will to destroy all beings is isolated.

Devouring the brilliance flowing in the nebula, the consciousness of heaven and earth stared at the ancient mountain peaks, and a bright light seemed to open in the eternal darkness, and slowly the eternal darkness gradually disappeared.

Countless black lines surfaced on the nebula, blocking the devouring of the ancient mountain peaks, and also breaking the perception of the soul body, and at the moment when Wu Wang woke up, the soul body seemed to have lost its support and fell down the ancient mountain peak.

All the way down, the soul body was in the quaint mountain division, the quaint mountain peak seemed to become transparent, and the soul body was not controlled by Wu Wang, and fell down the quaint mountain peak.

Wu Wang watched the soul body fall all the way, and saw a huge ape-man head below, with an ape-headed human body and a beast robe. The skin looks like a gray mountain stone, but it is still gray marble.

The skin is covered with patterns, and the muscles are excessive, exuding the intimidating power of a humanoid tyrannosaurus. The two fangs on the side of the mouth, bent like two crescent moons, hang on the side of the mouth, fluorescent like a cold light, cold and piercing.

Wu Wang's soul body fell down coldly, and the ape-man's two arms were in the shape of supporting the sky, dragging the quaint mountain peaks above his head, like the nails of a beast, sharp as a sword, and the soul body fell down from between his claws.

The ape-man does not have two arms, but two arms stretched out in front of him and his hands to pinch the seal, and the other two arms are behind him, doing the same to pinch the seal.

Watching himself fall down, Wu Wang wanted to die, basically decided that he was dead, and he was aggrieved to death, why did he have to be so unlucky wherever he went!

Below was a silver bloody mouth, but what kind of silver bloody mouth was it, but a terrifying wound on the forehead of the six-armed apeman. I don't know if the monster below is dead or alive, judging from the body of the man who stands on the top of the sky and the earth, and the mountain soul is a dwarf in front of him, the wound on his forehead.

It was even more terrifying than a cliff, the wound was bottomless, and the extent that it could not be seen was long, and when Wu Wang fell in the wound cliff, the silver blood in the sky had already submerged him and swept him.

The quaint mountain peak above the six-armed ape man exploded in a thunderous sound, and the entire upper part of the quaint mountain split in half. The space inside it is shattered, and the raging space turbulence is surging.

A force of opening the sky spread, and the distant nebulae that shook were all distorted, and the black lines on the nebula erupted with the power of heaven and earth, annihilating the huge power that swept in.

The silver blood qi was like sea water, and the rich Wu Wang's direct consciousness stopped frozen, if it weren't for the terrifying devouring of the Qilin skull, Wu Wang would have been drowned directly.

The arrival of the soul body seemed to ignite the silver blood here, and the ape-man's forehead wound was at the bottom of the cliff, rushing out a wave of silver blood, devouring the soul body and burning his consciousness.

Wu Wang felt as if he was in flames, being ruthlessly grilled with no end. The will of a flood beast was devouring his soul in a frenzy, trying to replace him.

Wu Wang didn't have the ability to resist at all, just like the ants in front of the giants, the lambs before the twelfth-level storm, which were about to disappear in the blink of an eye. The pain of destruction accompanied him, and the pain of being devoured by his soul tormented him.

Wu Wang almost gave up resistance, unable to face this direct destruction from the soul, did not and could not resist, just nakedly wanted to be free, but could not be satisfied.

The Kirin Skull was a staunch supporter, keeping his last sobriety to his senses, but not stopping his suffering. Let him bear all this alive and soberly, although the Qilin skull made Wu Wang conscious, it was not devoured at the first time.

But it couldn't stop it, the consciousness that devoured Wu Wang's soul only dissipated Wu Wang's consciousness and postponed it. Slowly tasting the whole process, even the noble Qilin skull is gradually being devoured.

The two insisted, and the powerful side was devastationing to the fullest, enjoying the joy of being reborn after devouring Wu Wang's soul body. Wu Wang passively accepted everything under the resistance of the Qilin skull, and he couldn't die if he wanted to.

Wu Wang's consciousness was finally blurred, and due to the insistence of the Qilin skull, Wu Wang's soul body and the intruder had a partial fusion, and a new soul was slowly generated.

But it was not Wu Wang's consciousness that occupied the main position, because his consciousness was slowly and submerged and blurred, and he couldn't remember who he was.

The soul body is in a piece of silver blood, which is the essence blood of the six-armed ape-man, and the soul body is in the center of the six-armed ape-man's heart. Endless silver blood poured into him, pouring into the soul body.

The soul body is like a newborn baby, conceived with a body, like an embryo growing, slowly growing into a two-armed ape-headed man.

Gray skin with patterns all over it, and on the forehead, there is a pattern that resembles a mountain silk pattern. The limbs are vigorous, the muscles are strong, the silver hair is like silk, with fluorescence, it is just a man with the head of an ape, his face is still changing, and he can't see it really!

Wu Wang's consciousness was vague, and he faintly saw a lot of pictures, but they were all very vague. I can't see it really, some of the images are too fast, and some are just blurry images.

Everything seemed to happen in front of Wu Wang's eyes, and involuntarily flashed in front of Wu Wang, and Wu Wang saw that in the starry sky:

A big hand composed of starlight dominates the heavens and the earth, covering half of the starry sky. With a snap of his fingers, a big star smashed into the starry sky, and countless giant beasts and demons shattered their bodies and exploded into a blood mist.

Between the backhands, the stars converge to form a starlight barrier, blocking the attacks of the Endless Demons. Above each big star, there is a figure exuding monstrous battle intent, composed of starlight, wearing silver battle armor.

Towards Zhou Tian, raising his hands and feet was a terrifying attack, killing countless demons. Like a god of war who came out with destruction, he was unstoppable and unstoppable.

I saw that the top of the sky above the starry sky was cracked one after another, and countless gods, demons, demons and beasts were squeezed out of it, endless, without bounds.

The immortals, gods and demons in the sky roared and shook the sky, the battles continued, and the murderous aura rushed straight to the top of the nine heavens. Wu Wang was like being in this battlefield, and his heart was shaken by the shouting of killing, and he was about to fall into the starry sky, never able to turn over.

The smell of blood was so strong that it could not be dissolved, and rivers of blood were flowing and rushing, and their voices were soul-stirring, and the momentum was surging, and countless cruel breaths were intertwined.

Pulled by the aura of the battle in the starry sky, the blood waves swept like a raging wind, roaring and smashing towards the strong in the battle. It seems to be as heavy as a mountain, crushing the stars, devouring living beings, and the strong people who are stained by the river of blood, none of them are spared, and they die quietly and without a trace.

In the river of blood, there are dense broken bodies, monsters as high as mountains, strange demons, and corpses of immortals. There are hideous wounds everywhere on it, missing hands and legs, beheaded or blocked by sharp weapons, and the wounds exude bursts of terrifying aura, which are condensed.

Everywhere are stumps and broken armor, strong men who fight to the death, the whole starry sky is red-eyed, and even regardless of whether they are friends or enemies, they attack in a large area, or attack the crowd, and expose their bodies in wild laughter.

The crazy battle spirit and bleak scene on the battlefield infected all Wu Wang's emotions, soaked his soul, and ignited the blood of his whole body. Unconsciously, tears flowed down my face amid laughter, and there was only one thought, to forget everything and fight.

But he could only stand there and watch, unable to make any moves, he was just an outsider at this time.