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This is the chaos outside the desolate wilderness, where boundless chaotic air currents collide and surge.

Beneath this gloomy chaos is a sea that stretches out from the borders of the desolation to the depths of chaos. The turquoise sea water, exuding a crystal light here, resists the heavy chaotic air flow that falls down, supporting this small sky on the sea, growing little by little, devouring chaos, and slowly growing.

"These four seas have really been thrown into chaos. A man came from the clouds, holding a bamboo cane, and looked at the scene here.

This place is still in the flood wilderness, and it is still in the original flood wilderness range, Fang Yuan can naturally determine this. The crystal sea and land under his feet, the order of the Heavenly Dao in the void, and the aura of the desolate world that is obviously different from the chaos not far away, all of these can show that this is the boundary between desolation and chaos.

"Have you entered the chaos?" Fang Yuan traced the traces, carefully searching the four directions, and determined that it was from here that the dead entered the chaos.

Ahead, there was still the sea, but it was not completely blue, and patches of gray and chaotic mist floated everywhere from time to time, obstructing the view and blocking the ocean deep into the chaos.

"How dare he enter the chaos? even if he used to be Da Luo, but he has already fallen, he is no longer a god, the spirit god only corresponds to the immortals, although the immortals still have three layers and nine levels, but it is still not enough to see!Where did he get the confidence to be safe and sound in this chaos?" Fang Yuan was puzzled.

No matter which version of the Flood Desolation, there are still some levels of this Chaos, the strength is not enough, if you go, you will die, and if you die, where does the confidence come from?Chaos Demon God?If so, then I am still a Chaos Yuan Qi, if the Dead can be unharmed, then I should also be able to walk in Chaos, right?Fang Yuan thought so.

Do what you say, and act when you are excited.

Fang Yuan pinched the spell and cast a spell, condensing his own strength, and conjuring an avatar, which was vivid, with the same strength as Fang Yuan. Although it is not a mixed yuan qi, it is also the result of Fang Yuan's cultivation, it can be said that this is equivalent to Fang Yuan without a mixed yuan and a qi.

This avatar was in touch with Fang Yuan's mind, raised his hand to look at himself, closed his eyes slightly, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with the power he possessed, he raised his foot and stepped into this chaotic mist.

After a long time, the chaotic mist shook, and was torn apart by a force, and the avatar walked out of it and returned to Fang Yuan's body. His mind was synchronized, and after Fang Yuan accepted what the incarnation knew and heard, he became even more puzzled by this piece of chaos.

After walking into the mist, it is an area of different sizes, a world of alternating reincarnation of blue and gray, it is a blue shallow bay, under the weight of this chaos, tenaciously surviving, trying to grow.

The chaotic air currents continued to seep into the puddles, mixing together, some becoming cloudy, and some becoming distinct. The turbidity is those small pieces, which cannot withstand the continuous pressure and erosion of the chaotic airflow, and gradually transforms towards chaos and is assimilated by it.

But these are always a few, more are large areas of puddles, not only exist in this chaos, radiant, radiant, but also little by little cannibalize the chaotic air flow around themselves, replenish themselves, and strengthen themselves.

The avatar walked in it for a long time, walking between these puddles, passing through the chaotic air currents between the puddles, and was forced to hurry back by the increasingly strong and unbearable majestic pressure.

Heavy, very heavy.

The avatar once grabbed a wisp of chaotic airflow, and compared it with the vitality in the desolation, he naturally knew clearly that the pressure of this chaotic airflow on the outside world, the kind of powerful pressure, this is still in his hand, and it can be regarded as a calm chaotic airflow.

But in the midst of this boundless chaos, it is not peaceful. Between those chaotic air currents, the never-ending collision is the norm, especially the movement set off by the opening up of the wilderness, I think the chaos around here will be even more lively!

But it is in such a situation that an immortal incarnation can actually walk peacefully in this chaos, and after not being able to withstand the pressure, he can still retreat with his whole body, what is wrong with this chaos? Is it because I am still in the sphere of influence of the flood and have not gone out?

I couldn't figure it out for a while, Fang Yuan didn't think about it anymore, there was too little information, it seemed that I still needed to verify it myself, the cultivation of the incarnation was still too weak, without the Mixed Yuan Yiqi, everything in all aspects was too bad.

Through the chaotic mist, it was not a small puddle of water, but a chaotic air flow appeared here, it seemed to be the original one, and I don't know when it had been removed. Fang Yuan didn't feel any pressure, he didn't know if it was too close, or what. The realm is not enough to make an accurate judgment.

Continue walking, stepping into a small puddle of muddy water. Although it is said to be a small puddle, in the midst of this chaos, under the weight of this chaos, there are still nine million miles in circumference.

Fang Yuan stood in the puddle of water, looking up at the sky, a little blue, and then deeper, gradually getting a little dark. Could it be that this is the firmament of the sky, and its correct color?

Although this puddle is already a little turbid from the outside, but in this interior, it is still a pleasant scenery, with a large number of small fish and shrimp, swimming happily here.

There are no big fish, and there are no mayflies, these small fish and shrimp are all lives condensed in the seawater, and they are the elves of heaven and earth, nine million miles away, only these two kinds of life, born in Si, grown in Si, and the leaves fall back to the roots, and reincarnate again.

These are all lives. Fang Yuan was very sure, seeing these small fish and shrimp, those divine powers that judged life all had a fierce reaction, prompting Fang Yuan.

"What is this? The mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village?" Fang Yuan was puzzled: "After so many years in the flood and famine, why didn't you find it, but here in the chaos, you actually saw it as soon as you entered?" Or is it the life of the elite of heaven and earth?"

"Is something happening in the midst of the wilderness, and what force is preventing the birth of life?"

"No, at least this chaos here has an obvious concept of time, and it is still unified," Fang Yuan suddenly woke up, thinking back to the time he had incarnated here, and the time he had been waiting in the desolation was simply one-to-one, not the slightest difference.

What was going on?!Fang Yuan was shocked at first, then mad. Is this chaos really chaos?

Is there something wrong with this desolation, or is it this chaos!