Chapter 609

Pangu is gone. Before he left, Wang Feng told Pan Gu everything he found in the dark.

After listening, Pangu was also surprised. Because of the special location of the dark area, even the cultivation ability of the nine envoys of Hongmeng is limited.

After getting this kind of information about the dark field, Pangu said goodbye to Wang Feng. Before he left, he gave a brief introduction to Wang Feng's practice. Although he only said a few words, he solved a lot of Wang Feng's doubts and benefited a lot.

Seeing off Pangu, everyone went to work separately according to Wang Feng's arrangement. And Wang Feng, taking advantage of this fleeting short time, said goodbye to the ladies, and they were very sentimental to each other.

But in a few hours, the task was completed. Wild starts first, prepares to cross his divine disaster in the wingspan holy world. Before he left, he laughed three times. He was so proud that he bowed to the crowd deeply. Then his thick body flashed and went away!

A thousand words are hard to tell. Unable to wave goodbye, Wang Feng strode out of the house, standing quietly outside the door of the house, looking up to the sky and saying nothing.

For a long time, with a clear roar, Wang Feng waved his sleeves, his body became pale, and slowly merged into the void. From the beginning to the end, he did not look back, and then looked at the ladies standing behind him silently, full of reluctant. Like fear, if you look back, intertwined eyes will be difficult to separate.

The space crack blasted open by tianbaozhu is still there, and the three interfaces are still working as before. Different from before, there is no one in the interface. It was the tens of thousands of mortals who were brought to other realms to settle down.

A lonely figure appeared in the crack. I didn't make much stop, but I stepped into it one step at a time. When it reappeared, Wang Feng had come to one of the interfaces.

This is the top of a mountain, tall and towering, the wind is cold.

From the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, it is covered with a layer of lush green light vines, which are shining and full of vitality.

Wang Feng stood on the top of the mountain, surrounded by the strong blue light. The flickering and hazy light, like a dream, reflected on his body and face, with an unreal scene.

"The ancient calamity of impermanence can't be crossed in the void, because in that case, without the bearing or blocking of the interface, the Qi of impermanence will spread freely in all directions... And immediately after the great calamity, it will be the calamity of huasanjie, even more inseparable from the interface..."

Wang Feng thought a little, then sat down with his knees crossed, closed his eyes, and entered a state of stillness.

At this time, not far from him in the wingspan holy world, wild also sat on a highest ground. That's the top of the wingspan temple.

"Pa Da" a light ring, a large piece of face on the wild face, even peel off and fall down, revealing Bai Sen's cheek bone, and the dripping blood.

"Shit! The first is to transform and the second is to transform. Before we can transform, the first is to transform and rob! " Wild without a large piece of skin, look like a ghost, extremely terrible, all over the body, filled with a strong smell of decay, like a body has been placed for a long time has begun to deep decay.

The pain of tearing heart and splitting lung is everywhere in the wild body, that is, in the crack of bone, which is also the kind of deep pain.

Corruption is not only flesh and blood, but also bones.

In fact, from the moment when he entered into the holy world of wingspan, his divine calamity had already come. Many of his skin and flesh were rotten and fell off, and his clothes were soaked with the smelly pus.

"Lao Tzu really wants to return to his original position today..." under the pain, his wild consciousness suddenly disappeared. But he knows, must not lose consciousness, without a trace of sober support, loss of consciousness, it means forever sleep, or fall.

"Dear brother... Dear brother... You also have to hold on... If I return, you should always remember me... No... really no... we need to be together... Oh no... let's separate..." but for a moment, because of severe pain, wild eyes eventually became blind, and two huge eyes burst out of their rotten eyes, Fell on the green tile, a piece of flesh and blood.

His consciousness became more and more vague, and he was talking wild nonsense. He didn't know what he was shouting. The flesh and blood on his body, with his clothes, broke away in large pieces, turned into pus and flowed down, splashed on the beautiful blue tiles of the wingspan temple.

Under the corruption, the wild parts of the whole body rot rapidly and deeply. Even with his amazing speed of physical recovery, he can't stop it. He can only watch the spread of putrefaction.

And this way is the only way to get through this corruption, so the process of this corruption will be extremely painful and long for the wild. Just as Jing Huang and others are worried, I don't know if wild can survive this way.

At this time of the wild, firmly keep the spirit of the sea in the last trace of clarity, and corruption for that cruel tug of war. On his body, only his head left such skin and flesh. As for his whole body, together with his clothes, all turned into pus and flowed on the sapphire tiles.

From afar, I saw a skeleton sitting on the top of the temple, and the smell of smell, has been filled in the whole wingspan holy world. It seems that this smell is not affected by the law or the environment. It is as thick as water and finally breaks through the boundary!

It's like endless smell. It's also very corrosive. All living objects, like some birds, animals, fish and insects, including plants, are polluted by the smell. Then they are stiff or scorched, and fly with the wind.

Gradually, the stench overflowed the holy world and continued to float in the void of heaven. The rampant wind could not affect it.

The decay gas spread and floated, and finally spread to several adjacent interfaces. Then, the same scene that happened in the holy realm of wingspan was staged one after another in these adjacent interfaces.

Fortunately, before that, the places where Wang Feng and Kuang Yeh had been robbed had all the nearby interfaces removed, and no one was seen.

In the 50th year after wildness entered the holy world of wingspan, it was still like a skeleton sitting on the top of the temple. The last piece of flesh on its head finally decayed and fell, completely and completely becoming a skeleton.

The white brain, without the package of skin and flesh, overflowed from the cracks in the skull or the empty eyes, and slid down the skeleton of the white forest. At this time, the whole wingspan holy world, together with the skeleton, is constantly emitting a strong air of death.

One of the two evils has passed!

Flesh and blood skin has been rotten clean, next, wild will face the real test of life and death, welcome the last of the two rotten - rotten bone. If he had crossed this barrier, he would have been half successful. But in the past, for example, most of the robbers were caught in these two kinds of corruption.

With the brain running out, the wild sea of spirit, including spirits, turns into nothingness. In his empty skull, there is only a general outline of the soul, which is very empty.

There is a little tiny fluorescent light, which is flickering in the secluded, sending out a tiny wave of soul power. It is the fluctuation of soul power that seems to be extinguished at any time, which represents the wild tenacity, the incomparable desire for life, and a kind of fighting spirit against heaven.

With a click, the phalanges of both feet began to crack for the first time, a hairy crack crawling on the white bone of wild Nathan.

From this hairy crack, black smoke came out faintly, and then, like wisps of black fog, curled around the skeleton. At the same time, the second slight explosion also came, and the second crack appeared again, and along with the first, it became a little thicker.

The black smoke overflows, clings to the wild skeleton and flows like water vapor. Wherever it goes, the hard bones begin to soften, then continue to burst, burst into cracks, and then go on faster and faster, as if endlessly.

At present, the wildness has completely lost the ability of independence, and will no longer have an amazing recovery like the carrion robbery. Now he can only keep that tiny and untraceable fluctuation of soul power, which will not disappear completely. For others, he neither knows nor can do anything.

In a vast dead silence, time passes quietly, and another 50 years have passed. On this day, it was still on the top of the wingspan temple. It was the same skeleton. Finally, it collapsed with a crash, and then a piece of powder fog rose and floated in the wind.

A little more subtle than a firefly, shining on a pile of bone powder, faint and bright, seems to be telling something to this rich silence.