Qin Yang smelled the fragrance and added wine, and the smell was a little floating.

But now, I finally realized that something was not quite right.

The home is like a different person, and the whole person is completely different from temperament to momentum, just like ......

Came to life.

Qin Yang also had to give up the spirit wine, and hurriedly used his strength to dissolve the strength of the wine, and his consciousness became extremely sober.

"You're going to help me jump over the canopy?"

"I wonder if the story behind the canopy, compared to whether I can jump over it or not, doesn't matter anymore.

I don't know how long I've been here, I've lost track of time, I just know that it's been a long, long time, so long that many of my memories have disappeared.

I don't remember anyone jumping over the canopy, I thought that this might be the end of the sinking of the Black Sea, and the end of the world.

But that ending is too desperate.

I want to see something different, I can try it, let you jump over and see the world after death.

Give me a story that I can live with. ”

Home is very sincere, but also desperate.

If he could only remain as he was for eternity, he would rather disappear completely.

However, the reality is that he can't even disappear, so he can only keep this appearance here.

From antiquity to the present day, and probably until a long, long time later.

Not seeing hope is the most desperate thing.

When this despair is prolonged indefinitely, that is the real torment.

Qin Yang was silent, he didn't know how to refuse.

After all, this matter is good for him.

He didn't want to become like home, sitting here every day, his consciousness in the long years, falling into silence, only remembering the last thing to do.

Even if there is nothing behind the canopy, it is truly gone, it is better than becoming a home.

Whether it's life or death, it's better to fight than to wait for death.

Of course, this one is only for the sake of pros and cons.

He thinks that one of the most important reasons why this thing seems to be able to be done is the current state of the family.

Like resurrection, the light is shining, the momentum is compelling, the spirit is condensed into one, and the big pen is in hand, as if in charge of the world.

Qin Yang didn't know what this state was, but he could make a reference from another place.

The large pen he got in his hand was taken back by the family!

The large pen picked up with skills actually flew back automatically, and it was automatically repaired!

This is outrageous.

I've never seen anything like this before.

If it weren't for the fact that he was dead now, and it was this kind of ghost state that couldn't go up or down, and couldn't live or die, Qin Yang would have exploded a long time ago.

Qin Yang felt that the current state of his family might be that he was finally about to take the last step.

The real entry into the Tao is to enter the realm of the Twelve Divisions to construct one's own Dao.

"If it doesn't work, in a word, if it doesn't work, I'll change people. ”

What else can Qin Yang say, the person in front of him, even the reflection of the Mediterranean Sea, exudes domineering.

"Done. ”

With a solemn face and a large pen in hand, he began to write on that book.

The story of Qin Yang starts here.

"Compared with dying, Qin Yang is more reluctant to be in a situation where he can't survive and can't die, if he is powerful, he should fight hard and divide his life and death, Qin Yang ......"

As the family began to write, the big pen in his hand emitted a thousand feet of light, and every word was like writing the story of heaven and earth itself.

Qin Yangming knew what his family was doing, but what his family wrote was indeed completely in line with his current thoughts.

He was firm in his belief and stepped out of the lonely boat and walked towards the top of the canopy, and all the power stored in his body seemed to have recovered at this moment.

There is also an indescribable power, which is blessed on him and allows him to move to the top of the canopy.

The story written by the family began to come true, and he worked together with Qin Yang.

With one foot step, a huge resistance came, Qin Yang leaned forward, and struggled to lift one foot.

The moment he stepped out of the canopy, Qin Yang felt that his foot was indeed not sinking into the Black Sea, but into other places.

The death qi around his body exploded together with the power of the inventory, and Qin Yang's body moved forward little by little.

Holding a large pen in his hand, the endless divine light condenses at the tip of his pen, writing the next character.

Seeing that his strength was exhausted, Qin Yang still couldn't break through the last boundary.

The demon hand in Qin Yanghai's eyes suddenly gushed out a piece of black power, penetrating Qin Yang's whole body, and Qin Yang's hand stretched out and disappeared at the top of the sky.

The next moment, Qin Yang's body was slowly taken over by this hand, and his body disappeared at the top of the canopy little by little.

When Qin Yang disappeared, above the canopy, countless dead spirits stopped their movements at the same time and looked up at the top of the canopy.

Home looks at the stories that resurface in the books.

With the help of the power of the black hand and the story of his family, Qin Yang finally crossed the canopy of heaven and arrived at the other side of the land that all the dead were working for.

However, contrary to what everyone thinks, there is nothing here.

There is no afterlife, only nothingness, pure nothingness.

There is no light, no sound, no matter, not even space and time.

Now there is a Qin Yang here, however, it is only a matter of time before Qin Yang disappears into nothingness.

The power in him is dissipating in the void, and he is the only thing that exists in the void......"

Jia looked at the new story, and his face was miserable.

He muttered to himself.

"No, no, since we're here after we die, this world that belongs to the dead, shouldn't be nothing.

If there is nothing, why are we here?

Why did the sinking of the Black Sea appear, it's not right, it shouldn't be ......"

Great despair, utter despair, fell from the sky in an instant.

The despair spread from home.

It was as if in an instant, the entire canopy, countless dead spirits, felt that great despair.

They did everything they could, crossed the Black Sea in a lonely boat, and finally reached the end, just to be able to climb up from the canopy.

Now, however, tell them that this is the end.

All of you will be here to survive and not die, waiting for the years to slowly wear it away.

The world after death does not exist at all!

With a large pen in his hand, as if his faith had collapsed, at this moment, the handwriting resurfaced on the book.

"Qin Yang is floating in nothingness, but he can still feel his existence, so since he exists, this place is no longer nothingness.

Legend has it that the afterlife does not exist at all.

Qin Yang felt that this might just be different from what he imagined, and it was just different from what everyone thought.

Even if it is nothing, this is still the world of the dead.

It's just that there's no way to pick up ready-made ones.

Home, the characters you write, the stories you write, how is it not a world.

If you can push me here, and you can turn the story into reality, why don't you write a world of stories yourself, the world that everyone thinks exists, the world after death.

I think the world after death, probably the worst thing, is that you can't get the sun......"

The home was like a thunderbolt, and he stood on the spot.

He had an epiphany in an instant.

He has always been in reality, composing other people's stories and turning stories into reality.

I've never thought about things that don't exist in reality, so I can try them.

He looked at the handwriting on the book.

Qin Yang was telling what he thought the world should be like after death.

Jia Yangtian laughed, scratched his head hard, grabbed a few sparse hairs, and the large pen in his hand bloomed with brilliance, like a scorching sun, blooming in the Black Sea.

"I think the world after death must have things that don't exist in the world of the living, and there are fine wines that can't be tasted in the world of the living......"

He holds a large pen in his hand and writes the book.

At this moment, an unintelligible language came to mind.

The big hand that holds the pen automatically starts writing.

"I think that in the world after death, there must be a kind of worm that can be eaten endlessly......"

Above the canopy, one voice after another remembered, and their thoughts turned into a little fluorescent, and constantly disappeared into the big pen of the home.

Slowly, the fluorescence converged into a long river from the invisible sky, and continued to pour into the large brushes of the home.

After that, the sky of the Black Sea, the golden fluorescence, like a torrential rain, converged into a storm, and poured into the large brushes of the house.

This is the wish of all beings, the vision of all beings, and all beings believe that there should be a world after death.

This kind of power that is huge to the extreme, but pure to the extreme, is the imagination of living beings about death, and it is the process that every living being has to go through.

It doesn't matter whether the creatures are good or evil, what race they are, what culture they have, what ideas they have.

will have their own imagination of death.

Nowadays, the family is in the way.

He evoked a vision shared by all the living and all the dead, and that great force sustained him in writing his story.

And now, what the story becomes is no longer in his control.

He worked hard to write, his spirit became stronger and stronger, and every time he fell, the big pen became stronger and stronger, and the stories in the books began to accumulate more and more power.

I don't know how long, when the divine light that bloomed from that book had illuminated the entire Black Sea.

In the void at the top of the canopy.

Qin Yang floated there quietly, not feeling up and down, left and right, not feeling light, not feeling anything other than him.

However, at this moment, he saw a \b golden light streak through the void.

The voices of countless living beings and dead souls turned into earth-shattering roars, resounding through the void.

Qin Yang saw that the golden light came from the unknown and rushed towards the unknown.

Immediately after, he saw that where the golden light passed, the nothingness did not seem to be the real nothingness.

He saw that the upper and lower squares began to divide.

Qin Yang looked at this scene blankly and muttered to himself.

"Damn, this is going to open the sky!"

When this thought surfaced, the most impressive Pangu Kaitian immediately appeared in his mind.

Then, the nothingness that began to divide in front of him suddenly turned into chaos.

Chaos begins where the golden light crosses, and from the chaotic division begins to change to the clear rising and the turbid descending.

Heaven and earth are beginning to appear.

In addition to that golden ray, the first ray of light appeared.

At the same time, Qin Yang felt the weight, and his body slowly fell to the ground.

Qin Yang stabilized his body, his eyes looked at this scene without blinking, watching the earth condense and form, watching the mountains like dragons, entrenched in the earth, seeing the golden light swaying, and after landing, it turned into all kinds of environments.

The sound of the wind began to emerge, and then turned into a howl of the yin wind, sweeping from the northwest.

The rain turned into a river full of the smell of decay, flowing down the valley and converging into a lake in the depression.

Qin Yang just watched this scene blankly, looking at a world, in front of his eyes, turning into reality little by little.

I don't know how long it took, Qin Yang came back to his senses, and his feet had turned into an endless sea, and in the middle of the ocean, there was a place like a ruin, and the sea water was flowing into it continuously.

Immediately after, he saw a black ant lying on a fallen leaf, crawling up from the abyss.

From this time on, countless necromancy swarmed out of it.

Qin Yang had an impression of some of them, all of them were in a very high position on the canopy.

He stood quietly at the edge of the abyss, quietly waiting.

He's waiting for the house to come up.

At the top of the canopy, the home of the struggling book finally stopped, the book no longer needed him to write, and new handwriting was still emerging on the book.

After all, he still didn't get rid of the situation of crowdfunding and writing books, but this time, he was willing to do it.

With the wishes of all living beings and all dead souls, a world after death is written.

And then......

Make it real!

Looking up at the top of the canopy, he couldn't see what was on it, but he could see the description in the story.

He wanted to take a step, but he couldn't take a step.

Even if he could write a world, he still couldn't write his own story.

He couldn't get up there.

He could only look left and right, and there were constantly dead spirits, crossing the last boundary and entering the world of the dead.

Qin Yang stood on the edge of the abyss for a long time, but he still couldn't wait for home.

He looked at the other necromancers and said suddenly.

"Grab a handful, we all owe him. ”

Qin Yang's thoughts spread, turning into a golden filament and throwing him into the abyss.

The other necromancers, whether they were self-conscious or not, knew at this moment who was the real hero of their ability to cross the canopy.

A little bit of golden light melted into that golden wire, and the golden wire continued to lengthen and thicken.

Slowly extend to the front of home.

Jia watched a golden thick hemp rope fall in front of him, was slightly stunned, and then laughed, put away the big pen and books, grabbed the hemp rope, and his body was dragged away, and finally flew over the sky.

Flew up from the abyss.

Standing on the edge of the abyss, looking up at the sky, looking at this dim, barren world, which at first glance looked no different from the Black Sea, he hid his face and wept bitterly, not knowing whether he was happy or sad.

Before they could rejoice, they heard a sharp hissing in the distance.

The black ant that rushed up at the beginning, the fallen leaves were swept into it by a whirlpool, and the body of the black ant was swallowed by a piece of foam, and in just a few breaths, it completely melted into the foam and disappeared without a trace.

Home was pleasantly surprised.

"I can die completely!"

What they ask for is not that they can make their own choices, including the complete death of the dead.

How can you not like it now.

Qin Yang looked at the bubble with a strange expression, and then slowly distorted, like a pervert.

He knew what that was......

Because he'd heard that there were some strange traps in the sea that could destroy the soul and make it all come to naught.

I don't know which necromancer can't die, and it's set to do it.

Looking up at the dim sky again, only the light of the sky that I don't know where it came from, slightly illuminating the whole world, it seems that there will never be such a thing as the sun.

Qin Yang couldn't wait to slap himself.

"I'm a. ”