Dressed in black, with black hair flowing on his shoulders, and a slender sword hanging from his waist on his waist, which was also black.

Only the eyebrows are a little blood-red, like blood-colored teardrops, which is particularly eye-catching, making Bi Yu, whose eyes are slightly closed at this moment, reveal an indescribable temperament.

It's quiet and distant, but it contains some palpitating sense of danger.

He did stop, and after reaching the height of six hundred and thirty zhang, the strange feeling that kept rolling in his mind finally accumulated because of the continuous upward climbing, because he was getting closer and closer to the position of the Tianzun Palace, because of the appearance of some Tianzun remnants that were so dense that they manifested into clouds.

The flower in the fog was gently plucked by a hand that suddenly stretched out, and the mist spread out to both sides, revealing the true face of the flower, and the picture was clear, the person who folded the flower was him, it was Bi Yu.

At that moment, his footsteps stopped, his figure froze, and his thinking was pulled into the strange scene in his mind.

The pitch-black sky, dozens of lonely stars, some bright and some dim.

Bi Yu found that his body seemed to have become infinitely large, and he instantly rose more than a thousand feet, stepping on the earth under his feet, and his waist was a battle skirt formed by white clouds, and when he reached his back, he was a cloak made of layers of wind, and when he reached the top of his head, it was the brilliance of the stars falling, and the brilliant crown turned into a crown.

This strange feeling made Bi Yu stunned.

It's so clear, it's real, all the touches, all the breath. It was so real that he could even hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

It was a roar like a bell. Every beating is so powerful. The blood full of vitality flowed all over his body, making his strength infinite.

"Whew!"

As soon as he exhaled, the friction between this gas and the air outside turned into thunder, forming lightning, and bursting out of the Dao Gangfeng.

"Shhh

With a slight inhalation, countless thunderbolts and lightning bolts actually followed the pores of his mouth and nose. It melted into his body to produce electricity, and there was even a gust of wind, forming an air current, which poured into his throat, filled his chest, and turned into a whistling.

So many of the world's most terrifying destructive powers, swimming within him, seemed to be the energy that supported his life force.

Stimulating his muscles and flesh, every cell. are extremely active.

Boom!

The heart beat again, and a large amount of dark golden blood spilled out, flowing along the blood vessels like a river and merging into the whole body. Seep into the flesh.

Infinite power is born in this breath, in every beat of the heart. Coacervation.

Ooh!

And when he lifted his foot, it was dark. A wide back, which shades the sun. The wind formed in the stride stirred the clouds, rained down torrential rain, and turned into thunder.

Bi Yu was so dazed at this moment, but in the state of selflessness, he was so sober, he seemed to have entered that wonderful state again.

Forget the self, this is me, forget this me, I am still the self.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, who is me, who is the butterfly?

There is no need to fight, no need to argue, I am who I am, with thousands of incarnations and only one heart.

In my mind, countless scenes flickered, most of them were mutilated, but there were thousands of creatures as high, fighting to the death with a certain extremely terrifying-looking existence, and finally dying of blood.

The thousand-foot body collapsed like a mountain, and there was a huge and terrible wound in the center of its majestic skull, which was pierced through the skull by a finger, shattering the brain and even the soul.

"It's me who died? It's not me or not, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that I'm alive, he's dead now, I'm me, he's not me. ”

In these pictures, Bi Yu seems to have experienced it personally, with endless pain, full of hatred, and powerful obsession that shakes the world.

He looked at these feelings calmly, such as looking at another self, but he would not be affected by it at all, because of this self, he had forgotten, and what he remembered now was only the present without the past, and there was no future.

On the road to heaven, his body was still standing quietly, and a large amount of dark gold overflowed on the surface of his body, covering his whole body like flowing water, making him seem to be a golden-armored god of war.

The feeling of majesty was even stronger, and even the two down-and-out men, when they passed by him and surpassed his position, involuntarily, they felt a kind of panic, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

However, Bi Yu naturally didn't know about these, he didn't even know that at this time, in his body, a large amount of Desolate King blood, under the continuous condensation and boiling, actually penetrated into his bones and infiltrated into every part of the bone marrow.

This was not possible before.

It is equivalent to the bloodline of the Desolate King, creating a more perfect body for Bi Yu, such as being reborn and washing the essence.

It is obvious that this level of purifying the essence is not the kind of refining physique that occurs when breaking through a small realm, but is extremely thorough, refining Bi Yu's body to a special physique.

Maybe it's some kind of innate spirit, or maybe it's some kind of acquired spirit, who knows?

Bi Yu never knew that everything that happened in his body, he had completely forgotten himself, immersed in the pictures in his mind, comprehended all the truths, and comprehended the power of the Desolate King.

The body is thousands of feet, and the breath gives birth to thunder and lightning and wind, turning over the hands into clouds and covering the hands for rain, which is the supernatural power that only Tianzun can have.

It is a word and deed, words and laws, and rules are self-generated.

He has become the most powerful overlord existence on this continent, the existence that makes all living beings tremble, the king of the desolate tribes of the primeval races.

He walked on the earth, and he was God, the King of all living beings.

With a casual step, a mountain was crossed, and a large river became a puddle at its feet.

When this foot fell, it was like an explosion of dozens of tons of gunpowder, the whole river splashed dozens of feet high, and thousands of swimming fish floated with white bellies, but they were like ants, even smaller than ants, and they couldn't feel it at all.

This kind of power makes Bi Yu intoxicated, but being intoxicated does not lose his mind.

Drunkenness is like a blur when he opens his eyes, and it would be a mistake to think that he has lost consciousness in this state.

He tried to comprehend and leave behind some methods that could be used by him.

Under the special circumstances of incarnating the Desolate King, he can easily integrate the power that the Desolate King possesses.

This kind of power, in Bi Yu's senses, is somewhat similar to the third realm of selflessness, the realm of one thought of heaven and earth.

But there is a huge difference, he can't say what the difference is, but he can feel it vaguely.

Not only did he feel it, but he even had some enlightenment, and the power of the Desolate King made his perception of the realm of heaven and earth moving a great improvement.

Moreover, the power of this desolate king, he faintly felt, in his body, was also lurking, waiting for the day of awakening.

(To be continued.) )