Fang Yu felt that he was in an extreme darkness, his body was very light, or rather, now Fang Yu couldn't feel the existence of his body at all. Fang Yu didn't think about where he was now, he just felt very comfortable, so comfortable that Fang Yu wanted to go on like this forever. Fang Yu didn't think of anyone, didn't think of anything, and even forgot about himself. I don't know why, Fang Yu suddenly thought of death, maybe this is the taste of death, right?

Suddenly, Fang Yu heard a sound similar to a heartbeat, "plopping", very powerful. Fang Yu knew that it was the power of life, but Fang Yu felt bored, Fang Yu wanted to escape, and fled far away.

Without life, maybe there would be no blood and fighting, Fang Yu really hated the smell of blood, very disgusted with a body with a gradually cold corpse, living in an era of rapid development of science and technology, extremely civilized, Fang Yu was just a small scientific researcher, although Fang Yu's participation in the research project was amazing, but Fang Yu never thought that one day he would be immersed in endless killing. Fang Yu had never expressed such thoughts, but deep down in his heart, Fang Yu didn't want to live such a life.

Fang Yu seemed to be a little unable to remember whose first blood was stained on his hands, but no matter who he was, it was a living life. And Fang Yu no longer knew how many lives had disappeared in his hands.

Fang Yu suddenly felt very cold, inexplicably cold, the sound of "plopping and plopping" was still there, the sound was getting louder and louder, and it was still in his ears. Fang Yu wants to escape, it's good anywhere, as long as he can stay away from such a sound. But obviously, Fang Yu's wish could not be realized, no matter how Fang Yu escaped, the damn voice was there. The voice that represented hope in the eyes of others was damn great in Fang Yu's place.

A trace of irritability suddenly rose in Fang Yu's heart, and soon, like a spark in the prairie fire, the irritability quickly turned into killing intent, and Fang Yu had a desire to destroy it. Fang Yu's personality was not like this, but now, Fang Yu just wanted to destroy a qiē, but fortunately, there was nothing in the dark that could destroy Fang Yu at all.

The sound began to get faster, and it became faster and faster, and the people were flustered to listen to it. And Fang Yu was now like a taut string, about to reach the brink of collapse. Fang Yu didn't know what would happen if he couldn't control his feelings, whether he would completely destroy himself, or if something more terrifying would happen, now Fang Yu couldn't control himself at all, or rather, now was the time when Fang Yu's willpower was the weakest.

The voice suddenly stopped, stopping at the fastest speed, almost reaching Fang Yu's limit, without any warning, it seemed so abrupt. Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, and the tense heartstrings also relaxed, Fang Yu was obviously a little dazed.

A dark red light suddenly appeared in front of Fang Yu's eyes, and although he had been in a dark environment, Fang Yu didn't feel any glare at the appearance of that light. That dark red light was full of bloody killing aura, and it couldn't allow Fang Yu to resist at all, so he swept Fang Yu in.

Fang Yu looked at the qi qi in front of him a little stunned, on the dark red land, there were countless corpses lying horizontally, the so-called corpses were like mountains, and it was nothing more than a river of blood. Fang Yu saw that in mid-air, there was a man floating, holding a long sword that was still dripping blood. The man turned his back to Fang Yu, and Fang Yu could only see that his ink-colored robe was dyed a strange color under the stains of blood, and his long black hair was also flashing with a bloody and hideous red light.

Fang Yu said that he didn't have any feelings, maybe the qiē in front of him was just an illusion, but he still felt thrilling. Among the corpses all over the ground, there were not only strong men, but also seventy-year-old men, and even newborn babies, such a ruthless style, Fang Yu suddenly thought of a word, slaughtering the city.

The sorrow of the unjust soul seemed to be in Fang Yu's ears, and Fang Yu even saw gray images wandering, unwilling to leave for a long time, as if he was still greedy for his body.

The man slowly raised his sword, his movements were slow enough to make people see his every movement, and then, with the sword as the center, a gray whirlwind rolled up, and all the souls were actually sucked into the man's sword, and the terrible shouts and the whistling of the whirlwind made people's scalps numb, but the man didn't seem to have the slightest reaction, at least the man's sword was very firm, and there was no trembling. Immeasurable power poured in frantically, and the black sword body became even deeper, like an endless night sky.

Fang Yu unconsciously took half a step back, in front of such a man, Fang Yu had no intention of being an enemy of him, even if his hands were stained with blood, even if he slaughtered so many people. It can't be said that Fang Yu is cowardly and cowardly, in the face of such a force, no one can mention the fighting spirit. No, maybe someone can, but the premise must be that he already has the same strength as him, and Fang Yu obviously doesn't have such power.

Fang Yu suddenly had an illusion, that man seemed to be the sky, the universe, and he had such a powerful power on his body. Fang Yu now knew that the qiē opposite him was definitely just an illusion, otherwise, he would have turned into ashes under the man's momentum. However, Fang Yu also knew that such a scene must have been preserved, maybe ten thousand years ago, maybe even more ago, in short, it must have been preserved.

The man lowered his sword, and the blood stains on the sword had completely disappeared, originally, on such a sword, there should not have been any blood stains. Fang Yu even felt that even blood would defile this sword.

Quiet, the surroundings are surprisingly quiet, there is no longer the sound of the wind, and there is no longer the cry of the soul. Now, the qiē in front of Fang Yu's eyes, except for the man, had lost his soul, and this feeling made Fang Yu feel extremely uncomfortable. No matter where you are, even if it is a lifeless wasteland, it always has its own soul, and here, even the soul of the earth is lost. Although the scarlet blood was still there, it was pale.

The man didn't move, he didn't move at all, Fang Yu didn't know how long it was, and the corpse in front of him turned into a pile of white bones at some point. Fang Yu didn't notice when it changed, but he didn't have any abrupt feeling, as if it was supposed to be like this.

At this moment, the scene in front of me suddenly began to shatter, like broken glass. Each piece is the size of a thumb, but if you stare at a fragment, you will see that it is like a small world. Endless darkness began to erupt between the fragments, and the immense power of destruction erupted. Fang Yu couldn't describe the feeling it brought him, Fang Yu had now completely lost the ability to think, and could only stare blankly at the qi in front of him.

The man did not shatter with the fragmentation of space, he was like a transcendent god, no matter how much changes here, he could not shake his existence. The dark elements in all directions were like a tornado, frantically pouring into the man's body, but the man's body seemed to be a bottomless pit, no matter how many dark elements there were, they could absorb it lightly. The elements that the ninth-order body can hold compared to a man are like the light of a grain of rice compared to the brilliance of the sun.

At the moment when the endless darkness completely swallowed up the fragments, and everything around him was plunged into darkness, the man turned around.

Fang Yu seemed to have been robbed of his mind in an instant, it wasn't that the man was handsome, on the contrary, the man was very ordinary, and he belonged to the kind of person who could catch a lot of them casually. The man's eyes were the real reason for Fang Yu's distraction, Fang Yu instantly understood that the owner of the pair of eyes he had seen in the temple before must be the person in front of him, Fang Yu felt that the eyes of the temple didn't even have one-ten-thousandth of its brilliance, how could Fang Yu not lose his mind?

In just an instant, Fang Yu's eyes fell into pitch blackness, and a dull pain suddenly came from the depths of his soul, and Fang Yu instantly lost consciousness.

This dream, let's call it a dream. Its influence on the universe is beyond all else.