"You're expecting him to die, aren't you?"

Turning around, the Void King asked softly with a bit of treachery in his eyes.

For a while, everyone couldn't help but stagnate, but no one answered. Of course, in fact, the words of the Void King are not wrong at all, at this time, no matter what the purpose is, no one will hope that Fang Cun can come out alive.

After all, in the end, these people also have bad intentions towards Fang Cun, and now there is no hope of getting the Emperor Sword anyway, so it is not a good result to let the Emperor Sword and Fang Cun destroy together in this void road.

His gaze slowly swept over everyone, and the corner of the Void King's mouth hooked up a faint smile, and then he said softly, "If I were you, I wouldn't curse, but I would wish that kid could live, otherwise, I promise...... You're going to regret it. ”

Without much explanation, he sighed softly, watching the silver light and shadow in the void dissipate, and everything seemed to return to the beginning, nothing had happened.

With one step, the Void King melted into the void in an instant, and there was no trace of breath leaking out.

Such a method, if you see it, I am afraid that it will be admired, and the means of shrinking the ground into inches is nothing more than that.

Not to mention, the shock brought by the words of the Void King to everyone, and the gaze returned to Fang Cun's body.

With that step, Fang Cun felt that the whole person seemed to be integrated into a strange space, losing all perception, and everything around him seemed to no longer exist, leaving only the silver of the sky, with no reference and no end.

In this silvery nothingness, it seems to be the same everywhere, and it makes no difference whether you walk or not, and you don't feel at all whether you have moved or not.

There were no sounds, no living beings, and no other existence.

It is extremely quiet, and it is also empty to the limit, like a place of exile abandoned by the world.

At this moment, Fang Cun's mind even flashed an illusion, thinking that the Void King had deliberately led him here and banished him completely.

Of course, such a thought was fleeting, and in a blink of an eye, Fang Cun calmed down again, and did not walk in a hurry, but slowly closed his eyes.

Absolute sanity and calmness were undoubtedly indispensable for the Assassins.

Although the situation here is a bit weird, it is absolutely impossible to shake Fang Cun's mind with this.

All the changes have been turned in the mind, and the judgment made is the best choice in Fang Cun's heart.

As an Assassin, once you have made a judgment, you will not easily change anything.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Cun finally opened his eyes again.

After pondering for a moment, this time he walked forward slowly, and if anyone paid attention, they would find that every step Fang Cun took now was fixed, without the slightest deviation.

In other words, Fang Cun is simply using this way to calculate distance.

There is no change in the silver nothingness, no matter whether Fang Cun's heart is irritable or calm, it seems that there will be no change because of this.

One step, one step, one step at a time.

Time seems to have no meaning, and Fang Cun moves forward slowly, no matter what the surrounding environment is, there has never been the slightest waver, as if going on like this has been for the only true meaning.

Unlike ordinary people, even if there is no reference at all, Fang Cun has a strong confidence in his control and judgment.

If you are an ordinary person, in such an environment, no matter how far you go, the final result will be to go around the same place in circles, this kind of truth, is not profound, in fact, most people also understand.

However, this is not the case with square inches, the orientation and distance of each step have been perfectly calculated, and there will be no deviation.

It is a stubborn belief that no one or any accident can shake a strong belief in oneself.

Time passed little by little, Fang Cun kept counting in his heart, and vaguely felt that he seemed to have walked out of this way for more than three months, however, the surrounding environment still did not change in the slightest.

Looking up at the endless silver nothingness in the distance, Fang Cun finally continued without saying a word.

......... In the void, the Void King silently appeared in a large hall.

In the center of the main hall, there is a vaguely sitting figure, holding his chin with one hand, and a golden staff beside him, no matter who walks into this hall, his eyes will be unconsciously attracted by this blurred figure, as if he is the center of this hall, or even the world.

"Emperor, do you really believe that he can get out of the path of nothingness?"

Looking at the figure on the chair in the middle, the Void King asked softly.

"Is this your problem?" and without even raising his head, the Necromantic Emperor replied in a deep voice.

In this world, the only person who can make the Void King willing to be called an emperor is the Necromantic Emperor.

"I just want to know, after nearly a hundred years of waiting, is it a little rash for you to pin your hopes on such a teenager?"

After being silent for a while, the Void King finally spoke slowly.

"100 Years...... yes, it's been a hundred years in the blink of an eye. After a moment of silence, the Necromantic Emperor finally raised his head slowly, his purple eyes revealing an endless majesty, perhaps mixed with some vicissitudes.

"Who would have thought that...... Oh, but it's almost over. Raising his head, the purple eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the hall and penetrate the endless void, and the Necromantic Emperor said lightly, "I don't believe in him, but I believe in the fate in the underworld......"

"Fate?" smiled bitterly, and the Void King finally sighed, "Emperor, you should know the terrible path of nothingness...... Even if I go now, I'm only half sure. ”

"The path of nothingness has never had anything to do with cultivation...... The power of the mind is something that you can't reach now. That's it, these things are not what you should think. ”

"But, Emperor, if he fails......"

"No, but!" His eyes were like lightning, and there was a trace of ruthless solemnity in the eyes of the Necromantic Emperor, and he stared at the Void King Dao, and waved his hand weakly for a long time, "You don't understand, you still don't understand after all......"

......... One year, two years, three years...... Fang Cun always calculated the time clearly in his heart, even if three years had passed, there was not the slightest disorder.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that it would have collapsed a long time ago, but until this moment, Fang Cun's heart is still as calm as before, just like an ancient well, no matter how flowers bloom and fall, there has never been the slightest fluctuation.

Seemingly a little tired, Fang Cun finally stopped for the first time.

Walking in this nothingness for three years in one breath, the kind of tiredness that ordinary people can't imagine at all.

Loneliness is the most terrible enemy, even as an assassin, he has long been accustomed to the feeling of loneliness, but this almost desperate loneliness is still oppressive.

No one can tell you whether your choice is right or not, you can only move forward silently, endure loneliness and torture your soul again and again, stubbornly insist on your choice, even if you can't see the slightest hope, you still stubbornly insist.

Such a move is so crazy, crazy that it is unbelievable and unbelievable.

Every day in the past three years, Fang Cun has carefully comprehended every trace of change around him with his divine thoughts, trying to find clues from them.

However, all of this is destined to be in vain, you can't feel anything else at all except the silver nothingness, and there is not even a spatial fluctuation around you.

After sitting in place for three days, Fang Cun got up again, raised his brows slightly, took a deep breath, and stubbornly continued to walk forward.

Neither the speed nor the steps taken were any different from before.

It wasn't that Fang Cun's mind didn't turn around with other thoughts, but in the end, these thoughts all turned into nothingness after all, leaving no trace.

There was an emptiness in his heart, and Fang Cun seemed to have completely integrated himself into this nothingness, and there were no other thoughts together.

I haven't eaten or drunk for three years, all of this is completely dependent on the operation of spiritual power in the body, although theoretically, the powerhouse of the ground level can already rely on the throughput of spiritual power to maintain life, but in this piece of nothingness, even spiritual power cannot be absorbed.

In other words, Fang Cun is completely relying on his own spiritual power to maintain his life.

This is also the reason why he did not choose to accelerate his flight, because, in this void, maintaining the operation of spiritual power is the most important guarantee for survival.

Because he couldn't get the replenishment of spiritual power, Fang Cun's whole person looked extremely tired, and the control of every bit of spiritual power had been perfectly interpreted in these years.

In fact, if it weren't for the Emperor's Sword, which could still faintly and continuously produce a trace of spiritual power, Fang Cun might not have lived for so many years at all.

Every day and the Emperor Sword day and night, even relying on the Emperor Sword to operate the spiritual power, invisibly, between the Emperor Sword and Fang Cun, has also formed a unique tacit understanding, this connection is not clear, but it is clear existence, only at this time, Fang Cun can clearly feel that the Emperor Sword belongs to himself, not the high Necromantic Emperor.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another three years have passed.

Fang Cun's whole person is already extremely old, and all the spiritual power is used to maintain life, so naturally he will not have the spare strength to control his appearance unchanged.

The original black hair has also turned snow-white, and Fang Cun can even feel that his body has begun to degenerate, and his strength is decreasing every day, but the only thing that remains unchanged is that the pace under his feet has never been disordered.

It's hard to imagine what kind of power allows Fang Cun to be so persistent, even if he feels that life is constantly passing, he has never panicked in the slightest.

What is nothingness on the road to nothingness? Perhaps, only when everything returns to nothingness is the only ending?

sighed silently, and Fang Cun's feet froze slightly, but he didn't stop after all.

PS: When I wrote this, I suddenly thought viciously, if I wrote the protagonist to die on the road of nothingness, would I be cursed to not laugh for the rest of my life!

Laziness has a habitual surname, plus it seems to be really a little busy, and the update is still not powerful, brothers, forgive me. However, it is estimated that there will be no more days to get nervous, and in two days, it should be back to normal.

(To be continued)