Chapter 852

What is life? What is death?

If Mu Yi is still vague about the way of life and can't really see it, it's obvious that he has experienced the way of death more than once. Even today, he wanders on the edge of death again and again and finally breaks through.

Therefore, Muyi is no stranger to death, especially the shot of the twelve heavenly kings of the ghost family, which is like a reincarnation, from the brilliance of life to the end, and then reborn.

Gradually, Mu Yi's heart began to feel a little. His body was getting shriveled, his face was getting wrinkled, and his eyebrows were becoming more mature from youth to adulthood.

But this is not the end, but the beginning. For Muyi, every breath outside is like a year or even a few years. His body is thinner, his wrinkles are deeper, and his appearance begins to grow old.

And his body also showed a strong sense of death, just like the old man I saw before.

But the other party seemed to stop at that moment and couldn't move forward, but Muyi didn't see half a minute of hesitation. Time still passed on him quickly. Soon, his eyebrows and hair all became pale, and his clothes were too loose. That kind of death was like a corpse that had died for hundreds of years.

But on the contrary, his breath has obviously become more vast. The small world is still swallowing the power of the abandoned land, and a mysterious transformation has taken place. Muyi, the master, naturally gets more benefits.

After dozens of breaths, Mu Yi's hair and teeth have all fallen off, and his skin outside is as dry as the skin of an old tree, and he exudes a strong breath of death, which makes people feel that he is dead at a glance.

On the contrary, his eyes, like the stars in the sky, are more and more dazzling.

At this time, Muyi was infinitely close to the quasi emperor, or even only a line away, but it was this line that made it difficult for him to cross over. It seemed that there was something missing, which puzzled Muyi. He was confident that with his own accumulation and opportunity, he was by no means comparable to the general quasi emperor.

Even before, he had confidence in himself, but unexpectedly, he was finally blocked out of the door.

"What's the difference?" Muyi couldn't help but torture himself. This step was very important to him, and even related to what step he could take in the future. Even if his strength was no less than that of the quasi emperor, it was far from enough for him. He had to be stronger, surpass the old monsters such as the divine calculation, and even the great emperor, to a degree that was enough to cut off the long river of time and space.

"Is it not enough to understand the way of death? No, if this is not enough, the prospective emperor must be at least half less." Muyi thought in his heart, at least he still has this confidence. After all, his experience is special. He passed the test of human semi saint. Although the outside world has only passed three days, he is actually in the dark space, He stayed for three years.

In those three years, even if Muyi successfully survived and made the realm the first to break through, he still had lingering fears. However, in those three years, Muyi wandered on the edge of life and death countless times. The feeling of darkness and hopelessness also had a multiplier effect on his understanding of the way of death.

In addition, the seeds left by the twelve heavenly kings of the ghost family in his heart have been introduced by the Qi of yin and Yang, and the small world continues to provide strength. Reasonably speaking, the preparation has been so sufficient that it should not fail.

However, Muyi is failure.

Of course, it is far from complete failure at the moment, because Muyi has not given up.

"Since it's not a lack of understanding, what's the difference? If it's just power and the supply of the small world, although it may be possible for me to become a great emperor, it should not be a problem if I'm just a quasi emperor." Muyi continued to think deeply. He felt that with the deepening of torture, he was about to grasp the key place.

"If the only difference between me and ordinary quasi emperors is the small world, is it because of the power of the small world? The power of the small world?"

Suddenly, it was like a flash of lightning splitting Mu Yi's heart, splitting all the layers of fog shrouded, and finally let him see the disharmony and the fundamental reason why he couldn't take that step.

Muyi's small world is in a new state at the moment, so the power injected into his body is also full of vitality. But now, the way of death Muyi wants to understand is very different from the power in his body.

Only because both belong to Muyi, there is no conflict, but that disharmony always exists, which is the key to Muyi's failure to break through to the quasi emperor.

When he understood this, Muyi naturally understood what to do. With his heart moving, the small world stopped swallowing the power of the abandoned land, slowly closed up and reintegrated into the deepest part of Muyi's body.

When the small world disappeared, the huge vortex overhead collapsed, but the fluctuation caused by the agitation still spread far away, that is, the void, and many places cracked huge cracks, dark and unfathomable.

But before these cracks become prominent, the strength of the abandoned land itself has been wiped out. However, the cost is that the of the abandoned land has been damaged, which is only insignificant in comparison. However, if they accumulate over time, the consequences are still terrible.

However, all this had nothing to do with Muyi. When he understood the key, he chose the most correct way. Instead, he looked up in horror at the foot of the mountain. Some didn't understand what Muyi was doing, but the power of that moment still deeply shocked him.

Without the constant power, Muyi grows old faster, and his bright eyes darken quickly until there is no luster, and finally fall into an eternal silence.

Time finally stopped flowing on Muyi, and Muyi seemed to be really dead. Even if the existence of the same realm stood in front of him, he felt a trace of vitality in his body and seemed to die completely.

No one bothered and no one saw this scene. The previous yin-yang Qi condensed a black-and-white cocoon around him and wrapped Muyi tightly.

So far, everything in the outside world has nothing to do with Muyi. He is like a real death. Not only his body, but also his thinking and consciousness stop. Only a slight light point flickers gently from time to time in the deepest part of his body, which seems to remind Muyi and tell him that everything is not really over.