The ultra-long-distance teleportation array, the teleportation time is extremely long, this kind of endless torture and endless torment, makes time pass very slowly, as if countless years have passed, and what is even more unbearable is loneliness, They are obviously ten people teleported together, but because the monk's divine thoughts, true yuan, eyes, ears and perception are all limited, Qingyang can't feel where the others are at all, and he doesn't know if the others are with him, as if only himself.

Long teleportation, constant torture, endless loneliness, and an unknown future, Rao is Qingyang cultivation is profound, and he can't bear this pressure a little, and he may collapse at any time, but he has chosen this path, so there is no possibility of turning back, so he can only grit his teeth and continue to persevere.

Perhaps it was because the force of the spatial tearing that he endured exceeded the limit, and even the defensive spirit armor became a little dim, at this time, there was no good place on Qingyang's body, there were vertical and horizontal wounds everywhere, and a lot of skin and flesh were peeled off, revealing the miserable white stubble inside, which looked extremely terrifying.

Mental and physical suffering is double, that is, Qingyang's perseverance is strong to barely persevere, I don't know how long it took, just when Qingyang couldn't help but want to give up, suddenly a violent tearing force struck, and then the whole person was thrown out like a rotten kite.

This time the tearing power is extremely powerful, as if it is enduring the torture of the five horses splitting the corpse, if it weren't for Qingyang's defensive spirit treasure, maybe Qingyang would have been torn apart directly, but fortunately, the tearing power is only a one-time thing, after bearing it, the surroundings suddenly lightened, and the tearing power disappeared instantly, the divine thoughts and perception were no longer restricted, and the functions of the eyes and ears were gradually restored.

It's okay, he finally survived, especially the last throw of the broken formation, he held on, and didn't die in the formation, if it was possible, Qingyang didn't want to try it again in the future, but he also knew that the normal use of the teleportation array should not be like this, there must be a way to avoid these tearing forces, but this world is too closed and I don't know the specific method.

Qingyang opened his eyes, but found that there was nothing around him, He even wondered if he was still teleporting, but after feeling it carefully, he found that it was not the same as just now, the raging tearing power was not dead, and the true yuan and divine thoughts could be used, and the reason why this was so was because the surrounding silence was extremely dark, so that the ears and eyes became just ornaments.

Probing hands, stretching out feet, can't touch anything, the whole person seems to be floating in the air, can't distinguish between front and back, left and right, can't recognize the south, south, north, west, and north, and can't even judge the passage of time.

Qingyang is also in trouble, there is no light here, there is no sound, there is no direction and reference, and there is no one to discuss, where is up, where is down, where is the front, where is the back, I don't know, how should I go? Where to go?

Qingyang doesn't know what to do next, if he goes in the right direction, he can get closer and closer to the goal, if he chooses the wrong direction, he will only get farther and farther away from the destination, and he will never reach the other world, and when the aura is thin in this endless void, it is difficult to replenish the true yuan after consumption, and the final result is likely to be consumed and died in this endless void.

No wonder others say that the Endless Void is a monk's nightmare, and you must not rush into it if you are not prepared, and the way you are now, like a child who has suddenly been abandoned into the endless desert, she doesn't know what to do at all, and the final result is only a dead end.

Originally, Qingyang and the one-horned ghost king discussed, after entering the teleportation array, the two tried to act together as much as possible, and they could discuss with each other when they encountered danger, but they didn't expect this to be the result, and the group was directly thrown to different places, and it was impossible to get back together.

There was no clue for the time being, Qingyang had no choice but to dodge into the drunken immortal gourd, the last tearing power was extremely powerful, although most of the power was blocked by the defensive spirit treasure Qinglian armor, but it still caused great damage to his body, it was difficult to raise it for ten days and a half months, since he didn't know what to do first, it was better to heal the injury first, and then slowly think of a way when he recovered his strength.

Qingyang took a healing pill, and then quietly lay on the square in the drunken immortal gourd, waiting for the elixir to play a role to treat the injury, thinking of the other people who teleported with him, at this time, it is estimated that he can only lie in the endless void and recover slowly, he has the drunken immortal gourd to rest, he can replenish the spiritual power true yuan, others do not, and the consumed true yuan can only be slowly replenished by spirit stones.

Another point, although this drunken immortal space is not large, Qingyang can change his mood in it, while others can only face the endless void, and they don't even have a chance to adjust their mood.

But these things have little to do with Qingyang, it's useless to think so much, everyone else doesn't know where they are teleported, even if Qingyang has this heart, he has no chance to help others, not to mention that this drunken immortal is his biggest hole card and secret, how can he expose it to others casually?

Time passed quickly, half a month later, Qingyang's injury was almost better, and it was not a way to stay in the drunken immortal gourd, after hesitating for a long time, Qingyang flashed out of the drunken immortal gourd space.

The surroundings were still the same as before, nothing could be seen in the dark, and there was no sound in the silence, as if the time outside had not passed at all in the past half a month.

Qingyang took out three ancient coins from his arms, gently threw them in the air, frowned and pinched his fingers to calculate, and then identified a direction and drove away with the wind, as for whether this direction is right or not, Qingyang can't care about it, in this case, what else can he rely on except luck?

In the past half a month, he has figured it out, waiting is only a dead end, only by taking the initiative to attack can it be possible to find a way out, there is not only one other world in this endless void, even if you can't reach the other end of the teleportation array, there is a chance to reach other worlds, it depends on your luck.

Qingyang drove the wind gourd all the way forward, because there was no reference, Qingyang didn't know whether his speed was fast or slow, how long time had passed, how much distance he had flew, anyway, no matter how long he flew, the situation around him was exactly the same, without the slightest change, and sometimes he even doubted that all this was just an illusion, whether he had been in place and never moved at all.