Darkness, boundless, is always there.

Cold, spreading, making people feel numb, as if there is no end, moving towards an absolute zero trend.

Bi Yu only felt that all the strength of his body had been drained, lying in this boundless darkness, lying here like a glacier that could not see light, time, and hope.

He was enveloped in endless death.

This dead air is like an eternal glacier, the cold that freezes people's souls, constantly eroding his body, constantly washing away his vitality, making him feel numb, hopeless, and lose his desire for life.

His mind came to a standstill, and he even forgot to think about why he was in such a scene after falling into a cave on the top of the mountain, he was clearly floating, floating like a drift, with no beginning or end, aimless.

Floating like this without beginning and end, I don't know how long it has been, when I open my eyes, it is dark, and when I close my eyes, it is still dark.

There was no sound, no wind, no light, no everything.

Only the cold, the biting cold continued to invade, his body could no longer feel it, he was completely numb and unconscious, and this cold began to impact his psychological defense line and impact his spiritual world.

If it were an ordinary person, it might have sunk.

In such an environment, it is painful to stay all day, and even more, it is not perceptible to the passage of time in this environment.

Even the various senses of the body are gone, so what other feelings are most important?

Fortunately, Bi Yu's state of mind is far beyond ordinary people. He was accustomed to a state of self-forgetfulness, forgetting everything. Forget yourself and become the world.

Such an environment brings a feeling to people. Isn't it exactly the same as being in a state of self-forgetfulness.

Forget, forget everything, because the mind has come to a standstill, thinking about nothing.

This is more terrible than death, it is wearing down a person's will.

But is Bi Yu's will so easily indelible?

If he does not have a change of heart and has not experienced entering a state of selflessness, this environment will make him feel depressed, and feel that life is worse than death. I don't even feel it anymore.

If you don't go mad in silence, you perish in silence.

He didn't go crazy, and he didn't have a tendency to perish, he was used to it.

The rich death qi can erode and destroy his physical body, but it cannot destroy his will or break through his psychological defenses.

Perhaps, if he is allowed to float like this, his life itself has no meaning.

"But what does it mean to be meaningful, and what does it mean to be meaningless?"

Such thoughts, like slight ripples on the surface of the water, quickly calmed down. Bi Yu's thinking came to a standstill again.

His eyes were clear for a while, empty for a while.

But it doesn't matter.

In such an environment, there is no difference between entering self-forgetfulness and not entering self-forgetfulness.

The vitality in his body has returned to normal. Including the power of the flesh and body, and the power of the bloodline, all have been restored.

The power of the Colorful Heaven's punishment. Can't get here, the utility of grimace flowers. It has long been expelled by Zhengyang flowers.

It's just that his vitality is invaded by the endless dead air around him. Retracted to the heart again.

Like the last candle in a strong wind, it will not be extinguished.

If his will is not extinguished, this fire of life will never be extinguished, unless his life is exhausted.

The vitality is running all the time, and it is not affected by this dead energy, and it circulates week after week according to the path of the Doomsday Heart Sutra.

The power of qi and blood is constantly running in the opposite direction, which seems to have become a habit, and it is a little difficult to run in the same direction.

The strength of his body and body is also slowly increasing in the continuous reverse operation of this qi and blood, very slowly, but it is indeed increasing.

It seems to have become a blessed place for his cultivation, there is no noise, no sound, no everything, as if he is in a state of selflessness all the time.

Although he could no longer feel heaven and earth, his cultivation speed was far beyond that of ordinary times.

This was a dull and lonely path of cultivation, and he didn't know when he had gotten used to it.

Ordinary people go crazy, and he enjoys it.

Maybe if it continues like this for an unknown number of years, he will become a dry bone, Shouyuan will be cut off, old age will die, no one will think of him again, he has been submerged by the long river of years.

But after all, someone still remembered him, or rather, there was always a pair of eyes that were silently watching him.

Perhaps it was because he felt that the time had come, and the owner of those eyes finally spoke.

His voice was bewitching, and it came from a distance and fell into Bi Yu's ears, making a sound appear in this silent world.

It's like a world without light in the midst of darkness, and a light has appeared, which makes people feel hopeful.

Bi Yu couldn't hear what the owner of this voice was saying at all, but the bewitching meaning in that voice actually made him feel the urge to give up the vitality in his body and instead absorb the endless dead qi around him.

If he hadn't been accustomed to everything here, this sudden voice would definitely make him feel happy and hopeful, and he would have chosen to believe it without hesitation, willing to be bewitched.

But he was used to it, so how could he do it.

Giving up the vitality in the body is equivalent to suicide.

The owner of this voice wants to wear down his will, break through his psychological defenses, and make him a member of this lifeless world.

"Is it the Yin Emperor" Bi Yu's thinking fluctuated violently, he opened his eyes, his eyes were pitch black, empty and blurry.

The world in front of him was also the same color, pitch black, cold, and empty.

A soft sound sounded softly the moment Bi Yu opened his eyes, and the bewitching meaning in that voice also completely dissipated.

There seemed to be a faint gaze, looking down, touching Bi Yu's gaze, staring for a moment, and then quickly retracting it.

Everything fell silent again.

On the top of the Longya Mountain, the body of the Yin Emperor hung in the air, sitting cross-legged on the top of the cave on the top of the mountain, his white hair was like smoke, soaring and flying, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

An eyebrow, thick and sharp, wrinkled like a steel knife erected, so that an eyebrow, like catkins, charming and soft, frowning, has its own style.

But the combination of the two gives people only horror and weirdness.

The power of the Colorful Heavenly Punishment had long since disappeared, and the entire Dragon Tooth Mountain, except for the parts close to the top of the mountain, was once again shrouded in a thick inky mist.

Jiang Shan has already left, leaving with regrets, and may never come to this Longya Mountain again.

Here, order and calm have been restored.

But since the Yin Emperor's brows furrowed, he has never calmed down, as if he is puzzled by something, and has fallen into deep thought.

"Seventeen days have passed, and the will of this human being is still so strong" (to be continued.) )