Yang Ruirui hurriedly wiped the corners of her eyes, raised her head a little embarrassed, and said softly, "Let Brother Baili smile." ”

Zimo looked at her red eyes, thought for a while, and probably knew why she was like this, but he didn't say much.

With a few taps of his fingers on the table, Zimo took out a pot of wine from the storage bracelet and drank it one by one, he sat sideways on the stool, looking at the occasional monk in the distance, and the whirlpool of destruction that terrified the monk.

"Baili Daoyou, Li Changshuo is dead?"

Yang Ruirui saw Zimo there in a daze, and did not mention Li Changshuo's matter, so she couldn't help but ask.

"Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life."

Zimo also secretly scolded himself for always thinking about where to enter the whirlpool, and forgot what Yang Ruirui was most concerned about.

Smiling apologetically, he kicked out something wrapped in clothes from his feet.

"What is this?"

Seeing the round thing wrapped in the clothes, Yang Ruirui looked at Zimo with some puzzlement.

"Li Changshuo's head."

After Zimo finished saying this, he drank all the wine in the wine jug, no longer looked at Yang Ruirui, who was sitting there excitedly, and got up and walked towards the whirlpool of destruction.

Yang Ruirui opened it and took a look, and she cried with joy, and raised her head to find that Zimo had disappeared.

She stood up, walked out of the small restaurant, reached out and pulled up the hair covering her birthmark on her face, and said softly, "Brother Baili, thank you for your kindness, I hope we will meet one day!" ”

She didn't have expectations for Zimo to enter the whirlpool of destruction, but she knew that she would be able to enter it without fear of danger, and there must be hardships, all she could do was to hope that this friend, who had only known each other for a day, could return safely.

Zimo had already appeared at the edge of the Destruction Vortex at this moment, and there were three early Spirit Infant monks next to him, who seemed to be preparing to enter the Vortex for body refining.

Looking at the terrifying whirlpool in front of him, Zimo felt for a moment that people were so small, so small that they couldn't afford any resistance, and he didn't know if there were monks in the world who could be strong enough to resist the power of heaven and earth.

Shaking his head slightly, Zimo shook off these unrealistic thoughts and got up and walked towards the whirlpool.

As soon as he entered the extreme edge of the whirlpool, Zimo felt a strong suction force coming from the water, pulling him towards the center of the whirlpool.

There were three monks on the shore who originally wanted to see Zimo's jokes, but when they saw that Zimo's body was as stable as a rock after just a slight shake, their faces changed slightly.

"Brother Liu, you said that this person can enter the whirlpool for a few feet."

One of the monks touched his chin and said thoughtfully, for he was now also looking forward to Zimo's performance.

"His cultivation looks like it's not much different from the three of us, and in my opinion, he won't be able to bear it at most fifteen zhang."

The willow monk groaned slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"Well, this is already the top of the sky, but I always feel that this person is a little unusual, I don't know if it's my delusion."

The man nodded in agreement, and then added the second half of the sentence inexplicably.

"Then we'll see!"

Zimo heard the words of several people, but he didn't care, and slowly swam towards the center of the whirlpool.

When he reached Shizhang, he felt that the suction force was dozens of times stronger than before, but Zimo's body was only a little bigger than the previous shaking, so he continued to move forward.

Fifteen zhang!

Eighteen zhang!

Twenty zhang!

When Zimo reached twenty zhang, he felt that the suction force made his body a little uncomfortable, as if something was tearing him apart, and wanted to tear his body apart.

"This person must have hidden his cultivation, otherwise he would not have been able to reach the twenty zhang place, which is something that only a peak cultivator in the spirit infancy stage can do."

The willow monk's face changed, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The other two also had solemn faces, and they didn't expect Zimo to be a monk at the peak of the spirit infancy.

"However, I always feel that this person's cultivation has not reached the peak of the spirit infancy stage, maybe I feel wrong, otherwise it doesn't make sense."

"It must be that you feel wrong, you are not at the peak of the spirit infancy stage, and you can reach the place of twenty zhang, unless you are a specialized body refining cultivator."

The other person glanced at Zimo and said slowly.

Zimo stabilized his body and gradually adapted to the suction, if he refines his body here, he can really refine his physical body, not to mention how long, it only takes a month, and he can make his physical body several times stronger.

But thinking that his sister was still waiting for him, he dispelled this thought, if he could come out of the whirlpool of destruction alive, there would be time to temper his body here.

Gritting his teeth, Zimo took another step forward.

"What is this person going to do, he is crazy, if he goes any further, only the Soul Leaving Realm cultivator can bear it, is he looking for death?"

One of the monks exclaimed in surprise, he saw that Zimo had stopped there, thinking that he was going to start fighting against suction and refining his body, but he didn't expect him to move forward.

"This person is so reckless, it seems that he is more than lucky!"

But as soon as his words fell, his eyes widened, because he found that after Zimo's figure took a step forward, although it was swaying in the whirlpool, it was not pulled away by the suction, but stopped there with a pale face.

"This..."

The three of them widened their eyes for a while, revealing an incredible appearance.

But it was said that Zimo had just entered the range of twenty-one zhang, and his body was as if he had been slashed by a knife, and red blood marks appeared on his whole body, and the pain of his skin made him want to roar out, but it was much worse than the pain he endured by the Returning to the Origin of the Gods.

His face turned grim and he continued to swim towards the center of the whirlpool.

When he swam to twenty-five feet, he could no longer withstand the suction, and the whole person rushed in the direction of the whirlpool.

Suddenly, Zimo's mind lit up, why is he so stupid, since it is not possible to walk to the center of the whirlpool, why not follow the current to enter the center of the whirlpool.

Thinking of this, he no longer forcibly resisted the suction of the whirlpool, but chanted words in his mouth, which was the mantra of life and death.

Then a faint yellow light appeared on Zimo's whole body, and then something like an eggshell wrapped his whole person, and the vitality of his whole body surged towards that eggshell.

At this time, there were already many monks at the edge of the whirlpool, and they all saw Zimo, and when they saw the yellow light that appeared on Zimo's body, they were a little confused.

But when they saw Zimo give up resistance and flow like a boat on the sea in the direction of the whirlpool, they all showed disbelief in their eyes.

"What is he doing here? Have you given up resistance? ”

One of the female cultivators saw Zimo's appearance at the moment, and turned her head to ask a male cultivator beside her.

"I think this person just wants to be famous, but I didn't expect to get away with it!"

The male cultivator looked disdainful, and there was some schadenfreude in his words.

"This person doesn't want to refine the flesh, he wants to enter the whirlpool!"

One of the monks spoke silently, as if he had seen the most incredible thing, and this person was one of the first three monks, because he had been looking at Zimo and knew that he was not trying to do anything, but had wanted to enter the whirlpool from the beginning, but had not found the right way before.

No wonder this person kept moving forward and didn't stop refining his body, it turned out that he wanted to enter the vortex of destruction!

"What? Isn't this looking for death, even if a Shattered Realm monk enters it, he may fall, why would he dare to enter it? ”

"Pay attention to the eggshell-like thing on his body, if I am not mistaken, it is a kind of prohibition that can protect him, this person is really going to enter the vortex of destruction!"

Everyone was talking about it, but Zimo couldn't hear it, because the vitality in his body had been depleted, and all he had to do now was to stay awake, maintain the prohibition, and then safely enter the whirlpool.

I don't know how long it has been, a day, or a month, Zimo only feels that the time is so long, even longer than the previous time when the Sea Clan forged the body.

It's just that he hasn't entered the center of the vortex yet, and the only thing that makes him feel relieved is that the life and death prohibition has been stabilized, and there is no need to send vitality anymore.

Gradually, Zimo felt himself falling downward, and when he opened his eyes, he seemed to see the endless starry sky, the eternal time, and everything he had experienced in the past thirty years.

There was no light here, only darkness, but Zimo felt that he could see the surrounding scene.

Here, time and space seem to have stopped.

It seems that he will continue to be like this, keep this falling motion until he dies, with no end and no purpose.

Maybe for eternity.