Zhao Yun's self-consciousness regained consciousness from the chaos slightly, and he looked around in a trance, only to see a vast white light, and wisps of colorful light shuttling and jumping in it.

Unable to remember where it was anyway, a wave of exhaustion hit him, and he fell unconscious again.

When he came to his senses again, the white light had weakened a lot, but the colorful light became thicker and thicker, condensing and tangling in the white light, like a huge whirlpool.

Zhao Yun wanted to see what was in the whirlpool, but as soon as his consciousness approached, he felt the earth spin and passed out again.

Again, I don't know how long it took, Zhao Yun began to wake up again, and this time, in a trance, he seemed to see the picture that had appeared again.

It was two little children, seemingly fighting over something.

"Zhao Mingzhe, show me your "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". One child chased after the other with his teeth and claws, but his tone was not very vicious.

"No, when I finish reading it, I like Zhao Yun the most, seven in and seven out are so amazing. Zhao Mingzhe did not forget to open the book in his hand while running.

As soon as he flipped through the book, he gave another child a chance, and the child pounced, already pushing Zhao Mingzhe to the ground, and immediately happily straddled up and pressed Zhao Mingzhe, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he wanted to snatch the book.

At this moment, a huge black shadow appeared in the distance, it roared, hit the ground in the distance, and suddenly a huge boom sounded, the picture became fragmented, and those fragments were swept away by the firelight.

Well?

This time the picture is a little different, Zhao Yun woke up in a trance, and felt that his consciousness was no longer so blurry.

He looked around, and it was still a colorful and white environment, so he began to recall again, and this time it went well, and he found the previous memory.

He remembered that the Light God Grass strongly suppressed the four major artifacts, and then was suddenly broken by a mountain falling from the sky, and the dragon spear broke out strongly, breaking through the door and stabbing the Light God Grass to death on the spot.

Well?

Assassination on the spot?

Zhao Yun always felt that there was something wrong with this, but he couldn't think of anything, he remembered the appearance of the Light God Grass withering and withering, remembering that those artifacts exploded one after another and merged into the colorful vortex, and remembered that the Light God Grass finally scattered into a point of light in the sky and was absorbed by the colorful vortex.

Then, he continued to recall, remembering that after the colorful vortex absorbed the light powder of the Light God Grass, his aura suddenly soared, expanding outward like a flesh and blood grinding disc, and everything in the space was absorbed by it, even Zhao Yun's self-consciousness that should be high above him was not spared, and then, he lost his memory.

... So, I'm in the vortex now, but the vortex is my body, so I'm in my body, but I can't control it, I can't find any spiritual boundaries, so I'm not in my body...

Zhao Yun covered his head, a little irritable.

He tried to wander the space, and he made a discovery.

It seems simple here, but in fact, it is layered, sometimes there is nothing in front of you, but there is a hole in the sky when you look forward, and it obviously belongs to another space, although there are only colorful lights and white lights, but the light and shade are different.

He explored for a long time, passed through more than a hundred strange spaces, and found various spectra, but he still couldn't get out.

It's crazy, but there's no way to do it, at least there's something to talk about, and if you don't move, it's only more boring.

When he seemed to enter the 200th strange dimension, he found an anomaly.

There's a broken stone tablet in there.

Zhao Yun was pleasantly surprised, although this thing was a legacy of the God of Light, but at least there was a change, maybe it was an opportunity, so he quickly stepped forward and watched carefully.

... This... It's so completely shattered.

Speechlessly looking at the remains that could only barely be identified as a stone tablet, Zhao Yun had no hands or feet to move, and could only control the perspective to circle around the fragments.

However, no matter how hard he tried, this thing remained the same, and the only thing that shocked him was that the exercises engraved on the tablet could still be made up as long as the scattered pieces were neatly organized.

This means that the part where the inscription is located is not broken, and the small particles that float are all blank. The end of the world

This is very strange, but Zhao Yun can't analyze why, it can only be attributed to the mysterious power of these fonts to guard.

After wandering around for a long time and still not being able to find anything, he left the space and continued to explore.

After passing through dozens of empty spaces, he saw the shattered giant ding, floating silently and desolate in the same desolation, the body of the ding, torn apart, but the words remained intact.

Zhao Yun watched curiously, he had already cultivated the exercises corresponding to the Juding, but he learned it from watching the Sea of Flesh and Blood Island, and he did not observe the text, and at this moment he found it in the fragments, which was actually engraved on the inside of the Juding.

He watched carefully, after all, there was nothing here, and it was like squatting in a pit without a mobile phone, and he couldn't refuse to watch anything when he caught it.

It took a lot of time to reconstruct this inscription in my consciousness, and it corroborated with my previous cultivation, and I immediately felt that it was very beneficial.

And with his cultivation, outside the whirlpool that he couldn't see, there were ripples, and then the whirlpool spread out and converged, repeating back and forth, during which even a human form appeared, but it could not be maintained, and soon returned to the whirlpool.

At this time, only half a month has passed in the outside world, and his "relics" are placed next to Wang Xi's study, so that it is convenient to monitor, and at this moment Wang Xi saw this strange scene, with a smile on his face, and seemed to think that this was a good thing.

Within the whirlpool, Zhao Yun finished practicing the exercises, and did not feel anything unusual, so he reluctantly left, there are words and content, which is very attractive.

Another round of aimless shuttle, he saw what he expected.

This time it's the broken door.

In this way, Zhao Yun continued to wander and shuttle, found all the remains of the seven great artifacts, and then silently looked at the exercises in them, and ran his cultivation in his consciousness.

He didn't really want to cultivate, but those words were his only spiritual sustenance in the midst of boredom, so he couldn't help but watch it, and then think about it, and everything after that would be logical.

In the outside world, 2 months have passed, the rain outside the window seems to be a little lighter, and the whirlpool that Zhao Yun has turned into has disappeared, and a colorful humanoid body is lying in place, with a blue skin and a yellow skin, changing uncertainly.

Wang Ximo rubbed his chin and frowned at Yanping and the others who came to visit:

"It's really not my ......"

Everyone was speechless, the brain circuit of the world's strongest boss is sometimes very strange, and people can't answer.

Zhao Yun found that when he cultivated all the exercises of the seven divine objects, he had a feeling of great integration, as if these seven exercises should be one, exercising people's skin, flesh, muscles, bones, internal organs, blood, and soul.

However, this is also his imagination and the conclusion deduced according to the exercises, he is now a mass of consciousness that can't do anything, and he can still transform and move in the soul space, so he can only look at it here and not speak.

Zhao Yun continued to shuttle, and when he came to a space, he suddenly had a premonition that this was the last place, as if it was arranged in the dark, and this was the 251st space.

He realized, and with a pop passed through, it was filled with dazzling white light, there was no seven-colored light, and a broken grass lay here quietly, although it was broken, it still carried a terrible aura.

If the previous operations of the Light God Grass were like a clown, a conspirator, playing with mind control to influence Zhao Yun, at this moment, it is broken as if it has returned to its origin, it is infinitely domineering and majestic.

This made Zhao Yun a little square and didn't dare to step forward.

The Light God Grass didn't seem to be dead yet, knowing that Zhao Yun was coming, those fragments actually rose up with a momentum, and there was a special white light gathering in the space, forming an imaginary human form.

Zhao Yun was more square, but the figure did not move, as if it was looking at him seriously.

After a while, the figure seemed to have discovered something, burst out laughing, and then blew itself up in Zhao Yun's stunned eyes.

The white points of light scattered, the remains of the Light God Grass dissolved, and endless seven-colored light poured out from behind Zhao Yun, occupying this last space.

Suddenly, Zhao Yun only felt a burst of detachment, his perspective began to rise, his vision became wider, and his eyes were full of seven-colored light, but he was more harmonious than before, because he could no longer see the slightest strange white light, and the white light in the seven-colored light only made him feel warm.

White is also divided into different whites, ivory white, grandma white, obviously, the white in the seven colors of light is not the white of the god of light.

Zhao Yun had a hint of enlightenment, and then he heard a gentle voice:

"Welcome back. ”