There is no sunlight.

There is no change of day and night.

Meng Fan, who had lost his judgment, could not infer how long it had passed, but at least dozens of days.

His astonishing throughput, in just a few days, will cover thousands of miles in a radius, enough to swallow the yin energy of hundreds of souls to survive for months, and then leave, go to another realm, and continue. Swallowing Yin Qi, repeated in this way, for dozens of days, created countless "blank areas". In these areas, Yin Qi was swept away, there was only endless cold, and there were no remnants of ghosts.

And whenever Meng Fan swallowed the Yin Qi, his spirit became stronger, the stronger, the more amazing the swallowing ability, and so on.

On this day, this extremely gloomy place blew up an unprecedented storm.

The reason is the sudden decrease of Yin Qi and the appearance of a large number of blank areas, causing Yin Qi to flow turbulently.

The endless remnants of souls and ghosts were all affected by the pond fish, and were directly swept into broken spirits by the storm. The strands, even the most basic thoughts of who you are, are gone, although it is not complete in this extremely gloomy place. Dissipated, but it is no different from death.

In this way, I don't know how many souls that have lived for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years are directly obliterated.

Although terrifying, these are not in Meng Fan's calculations.

The sea is vast and the waves are set off, so I don't care about fish and shrimps.

Just as a giant whale appeared in a lake full of small fishes.

This extremely gloomy place, which has always been silent, has become restless.

This kind of restlessness continued for many days.

Occasionally, some powerful spirit ghosts appeared, and suddenly appeared, trying to kill Meng Fan, but was counter-killed.

Their thoughts were swallowed by Meng Fan and became the most exquisite appetite. The memory and thinking in them were also refined and mastered by Meng Fan. Gradually, Meng Fan's spirit became stronger and stronger. At the same time, for this extreme In the land of yin, there is also an understanding.

Here, it is called "bliss" by those powerful spirits and spirits with judgment.

Where did the name come from is unknown, it's just that some spirits and spirits call it that way, and others call it that way.

This piece of bliss, I don't know how vast it is, it seems that no spirits and spirits have ever walked out of this world.

Similarly, what exactly this piece of bliss is, who created it, how it appeared, and where it is located in the primordial universe, is not clear. Although there are some powerful souls, they have arrived here under inexplicable circumstances and want to I found an opportunity and escaped from here, but there was no success, because the soul, no matter how strong, is nothing more than a soul, without a body, and it is too vast here, as if it is boundless, there is no end at all.

Knowing this, Meng Fan swallowed yin energy even more crazily.

Every moment, he is growing. There is no rest or stagnation. In his eyes, there is only constant devouring and unlimited devouring. Although he will not actively attack other spirits, as long as there is a spirit They had no good thoughts on him, and immediately killed them on the spot, thoroughly refined them, without a word of nonsense, their thinking became Meng Fan's thinking.

It is very difficult to devour the soul, even Meng Fan dare not do it lightly.

But most of the souls here are remnants of souls that have lived for many years. Some have completely perished, forgetting themselves, and all obsessions have disappeared. It is not difficult to refine them, not to mention, Meng Fan still masters The power of a certain Dadao mind can refine many divine and soulless thoughts.

While devouring the soul, he gradually had a direction, always heading to the "East". Of course, he didn't know whether it was east or not, but it didn't matter, as long as it was always in the same direction.

Many more days passed.

He gradually discovered that the yin qi was less, and some warm moisture appeared in the extremely cold place.

After a few more days, Yin Qi became thinner.

Meng Fan moved faster and faster.

He also has a figure, no longer a remnant soul, but a look, very close to his own appearance.

Finally one day.

After all, it may be more than one hundred days into this piece of bliss.

In front of him, a long river appeared.

A long river that is completely dark, shrouded in mist, and faintly singing.

The singing is melodious and very mysterious. Anyone who hears it will feel peaceful and peaceful, and will give birth to infinite reverence, fascination, and fear to the person who utters this song.

Yes, it is fear.

The song seemed to be an elegy, revealing infinite sadness and fate. Any undead, as long as they hear this song, they will have a feeling that their destiny is dominated and cannot resist.

Meng Fan sat down by the long river.

His figure is if there is nothing.

After a while, a wooden boat hung with a blue light slowly drew out of the mist, and on the wooden boat was a man.

His face was as white as jade, his eyebrows were raised, and his lips were bright red, but he was a very handsome man with a fascinating look. He was dressed in a gray coat with a pulp in his hand, constantly mobilizing the flow of water and adjusting the direction of the canoe.

There are still a few people on the canoe.

No, to be precise, a few undead.

They were incomplete, some even had no hands and feet, and all of them were expressionless.

Only the monster man, in Meng Fan's eyes, could clearly see that he was a real living person, and he was still a monk.

It's just that, a monk below the Tianyuan realm, there is still a short distance from the Tianyuan realm.

Seeing Meng Fan on the shore, the wicked man with blood-red lips seemed a little surprised. He frowned, propped the oars to park the canoe to the shore, put his hands in his sleeves, and said coldly: "Retreat."

It was a commanding tone, with an unquestionable appearance, like a commanding servant.

Meng Fan sat on the spot, silently looking at this monster man, wanting to see some clues from him, but unfortunately, the current Meng Fan's strength is less than one ten thousandths of the original, and it can't be transformed into a creation. Eyes, it is impossible to see everything through.

It's just a vague feeling that the martial arts system of the strange man is hugely different from the martial arts system of the heavens and the world.

The strange man frowned.

He could see that he was a little angry.

Stretched out his palm, waved it lightly in the air, and said viciously: "Go back, don't force me to waste my effort, although you are dead, but anyway, there is still a ray of soul alive. It is a great blessing to be able to reach bliss. Every month, I will select some souls from Bliss and directly refine them into a great soul pill to nourish myself. However, in recent days, I have swallowed too much, too late, and I am too lazy to deal with you, get out!"

"Sure enough, Bliss is nothing more than the territory of a huge power. Obviously, the world wants to create reincarnation and control the common people, not only Chaos Great, but compared to Chaos Great, your hand is really too low-level. , To create the underworld, this is a joke, it is just a model of reincarnation, but it cannot be true reincarnation."

Meng Fan stood up and sighed: "Sure enough, the vastness of the universe is unimaginable. It seems that at the moment when the meaning of nothingness came, I moved the intention of urging the space. Although I could not let the flesh escape, but The soul escaped, and because of the interweaving of the meaning of space and the meaning of nothingness, I not only shattered the vacuum, but also crossed the boundary of'being or not'. I don't know how far I crossed..."

The monster man frowned closer and closer, and his handsome face suddenly became ugly, as if it were a ghost.

"It seems that I have to open a meatball today."

The wicked man overtly tested. "The little disciple who came today, the boy's physical body, just killed the soul, and is still hot. He wanted to replenish yang energy today. In that case, I will be one day late. Today, first make up yin energy!"

Reach out into the sea.

A pitch-black gourd emerged. From the mouth of the gourd, red orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple wolves spewed out, surrounded by the sky, forming the shape of claws, huge mouths, knives, spears, and euphorbia. Come, directly surround Meng Fan.

This time, he was going to kill Meng Fan directly. The gourd's mouth was dark and gloomy, giving people a tomb-like cold. Obviously, after the spirit is chopped up, it will be incorporated into the gourd and refined.

The eighteenth squadron weapons came to the front.