The sky is dim, like a deep blue in the dark night, but if you look closely, it is a dead gray-black.
The atmosphere here was extremely weird, and there was no trace of spiritual energy. After entering here, Qin Yang felt extremely uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable than in the void of outer space.
The spiritual energy in outer space is thin, but the brilliance of the sun, moon and stars is more intense, and all kinds of power are actually abundant.
This is like the real void.
Even if you can see the earth with your eyes, your perception is still empty.
Falling slowly from the sky, Qin Yang stepped on the ground and reached out to grab a handful of black soil on the ground.
It looks like fertile black soil that can produce oil. From what you can tell, there is no life at all in this land, not even weeds can grow.
Although I am clearly down-to-earth, I still feel mentally unsteady and a little uneasy, as if I have invaded a place I shouldn't have invaded.
Qin Yang let go of his hand, letting the black sand flow between his fingers, and slowly recalled this feeling.
After thinking about it again and again, I finally decided that it was like the feeling of entering the tomb of the dead in the past.
It's like entering the world of death where the replica painting is located.
No, it's much stronger than that feeling.
This seems to be the real world of the dead.
A world against living beings.
This made him feel naturally uncomfortable.
Looking around, there was no sign of Zhang Zhengyi.
There was no trace of the puppet masters Bai Lin and Xun Mu who fell down before.
As Qin Yang walked in this dead world, the sound of his feet rustling on the ground was like a rushing river, his breathing sounded like a roaring wind, and his heartbeat sounded like thunder, exploding in his ears.
It's so quiet that it makes people feel scared, and they can't help but feel restless.
Qin Yang took a step forward and ran all the way on this black land. The noise became louder and louder, and the force that enveloped it caused the world to slowly begin to hear the sounds of its own changes.
Qin Yang's own voice is no longer the only one.
After running wildly for an unknown period of time, Qin Yang suddenly stopped. His rationality began to return. He calmed down and listened quietly to the sounds of the world.
"Wow... Wow..."
The subtle sound of the waves was captured by him.
Qin Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and felt an inexplicable sense of joy. He ran towards the direction where the sound came from.
After crossing the uneven land, crossing the mountains, and climbing up the cliff, the sound of the crashing waves suddenly became much louder.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, looking forward.
Only a hundred feet below the cliff is a beach made of black fine yarn, with gray-black sea water in front of it.
Looking forward along the sea, I see endless and boundless scenery, and I have no idea how far ahead there is.
Qin Yang looked at the black beach below with a hint of horror on his face.
It was densely packed with countless corpses scattered along the coastline on the beach, and the edges could not be seen.
Just the part that can be seen, monsters, monsters, ferocious beasts, humans, aliens...
There are also some alien races that you have never heard of, which can be said to include most races.
Moreover, all the corpses were a dead gray-black color.
The discomfort that emerged in my heart reached this point and reached the extreme level.
There was even an uncontrollable emotion of disgust and resistance.
Qin Yang suppressed his emotions, stood there and pondered for a long time, and confirmed again and again that apart from the disgust and resistance in his heart, he indeed did not feel any danger, and then slowly took a step forward.
He walked through the air and landed on the black beach below. He stretched out his hand and touched the body of an old man with a beard.
Skills have no response.
But he was very sure that the old man was completely dead.
Turning over the old man's body lying on its side, Qin Yang inspected it carefully, and then went back to inspect the other corpses.
All the way from the depths of the beach to the sea water, I examined the corpses of various monsters, ferocious beasts, aliens, and humans whenever I encountered them, and examined them all in detail.
The waves kept rushing towards the seaside, and the black water covered Qin Yang's feet without causing any harm.
Qin Yang didn't notice any power in the sea water. At least it was definitely not a type of spiritual water, or even ordinary sea water. The water body he forged with Tianyi True Water, the mother of all waters, could not be refined and integrated into it.
In this seemingly ordinary black sea water.
Qin Yang looked at a female corpse at his feet. She was pushed by the waves, her body kept turning over, and then fell back down again.
Part of her outfit looks familiar to Qin Yang. Judging from the style, it is quite similar to the style of some places in the southern border. There are some differences, but you can probably tell that they should have the same origin.
This woman is most likely from Dahuang.
The dark red leather armor is printed with some runes that are not very clear and have lost their function. Judging from the standards of the Great Wilderness, some of the runes among them, vague calculations of their popular age, should be around 50,000 to 60,000 years ago.
Ten or twenty thousand years ago.
And one of the runes seems to be the symbol of the Dayin Dynasty.
Dayin Dynasty...
Qin Yang thought for a while, and there seemed to be a royal family from the Dayin Dynasty around him.
He took out a piece of rune black jade, knocked it, and called Zhao Qingshan out.
"Look at these, do you recognize them?"
Zhao Qingshan glanced twice, his face wrinkled together.
"It does seem to be the imprint of a family in Dayin, but I can't remember exactly... it is..."
As Zhao Qingshan spoke, his eyes slowly became hollow, and traces of gray halo began to appear on his body.
In the dead silent world, a vast sound suddenly sounded, like the sound of heaven and earth, the sound of the great road. In the grand atmosphere, it was accompanied by the despair of death.
Qin Yang was forcibly pushed away by an irresistible force.
There seemed to be a world between him and Zhao Qingshan. No matter what, he could not break through or get close.
"Zhao Qingshan? Xiao Zhao? Old Zhao?" Qin Yang shouted loudly, but Zhao Qingshan didn't respond at all.
His eyes were empty and his face was expressionless, and he slowly walked towards the Black Sea. He stepped onto the water and walked on the surface of the sea. Some power that could not be sensed or expressed was poured into his body silently.
His soul body slowly reshaped his physical body, but the vitality in his body also disappeared.
Qin Yang could only watch helplessly as Zhao Qingshan, who had reshaped his body, stepped on the sea, walked all the way into the black sea, and slowly disappeared into the distance.
After Zhao Qingshan disappeared, it seemed as if a world was standing in front of him, and the unshakable power also disappeared silently.
Qin Yang looked into the depths of the ocean, his face ashen.
What would happen if this spread?
People who don't know, think that Qin Yang is ruthless and sacrifices Zhao Qingshan to heaven like Zhang Zhengyi.
Obviously I didn't sense any danger. Even now, I have personally touched those corpses and the sea water, and there is no danger at all and no change at all.
Why was Zhao Qingshan taken away as soon as he came out?
However, fortunately, no one should see this shabby place, and no one can spread the word.
Qin Yang stretched out his hand and touched the female body, but there was still no reaction.
Looking into the depths of the ocean, Qin Yang pondered for a moment and had some guesses in his mind.
Why was he fine but Zhao Qingshan was taken away?
What exactly is this place?
The souls carried by Bai Lin are actually in a dead state under the judgment of skills.
Even if their sense of resentment is combined with their souls, they return, and they can switch to the ghost path, in fact, strictly speaking, they may not be who they were back then.
But even so, the skill is still a judgment, and the opponent is not dead.
However, this is the criterion for judging skills, but it does not represent the criterion for judging other places.
It is said that Zhao Qingshan, as well as the souls who have regained consciousness before, are all dead.
Actually that's right.
And here is death.
All living beings like life and hate death.
Everything you see before your eyes represents death.
He is a living person and is incompatible with this place. He is instinctively uncomfortable and repelled, but neither the sea water nor anything else will have any effect on him.
But Zhao Qingshan is completely different.
He was exposed here, as if he were entering death.
Qin Yang looked far away in the direction of the deep sea. When he had an idea to explore in his heart, an indescribable fear suddenly enveloped his heart. His whole person felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured on him, and his head was as cold as a cold.
foot.
I calmed down instantly.
At this moment, he understood that he was not on the verge of committing suicide.
Instead, commit suicide directly.
But for the first time, he felt that kind of intense fear rising involuntarily. After Qin Yang calmed down, he had another idea.
He recalled the feeling in the incomplete bamboo slips of Fear Words Jue, and slowly raised one foot toward the deep sea.
Before his feet even touched down, that unspeakable fear reappeared, and his body seemed to have its own thoughts, instinctively preventing him from taking this step.
It's just a simple movement of lifting your feet and lowering them, but it seems like you have to cross a whole world in one step, which is extremely difficult.
Slowly, cold sweat began to break out on Qin Yang's forehead, his face began to turn pale, his mind wavered, and he could no longer concentrate.
In a trance, the raised foot took it back by itself, and the unspeakable fear disappeared in an instant.
Qin Yang slapped his mouth and wiped the cold sweat. His heart was still throbbing, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.
If you want to take a shortcut, I'm afraid it's not feasible...
Thinking about it, if it were really that easy, all the great masters who have mastered Yizi Jue would be gone long ago.
Why has it been so long? If you count all the items in the Yizijue category, people who have successfully started it can count them on their fingers.
But if you think about it carefully, it is actually quite normal for people who have obtained Yi Zi Jue to want to take shortcuts and try various methods to get started.
He was thinking about walking back, but suddenly, Qin Yang's footsteps stopped.
Inexplicably, I thought of Taojun Zixiao.
The mourning formula he touched from Taojun Zixiao.
I also thought about the time I met Zixiao Daojun’s dead son.
And his son's body is in that secret realm. With Taojun Zixiao's strength, it probably won't be difficult to retrieve his son's body.
It's a pity that I didn't think much about it at that time. I just thought that Lord Zixiao was dead and couldn't help himself. The most important thing at that time was that I thought he was a gentle and good person.
Of course, more importantly, Qin Youde was still too young back then.
Now thinking about the word "shortcut" again, Qin Yang's face showed a bit of horror.
He suddenly felt that when he thought about it with the greatest malice, he actually solved the problem that had been bothering him for a long time.
Later, after I fully understood Zi Xiao's true identity, I felt that it was an unreasonable question.
That cold-hearted hypocrite wouldn't have invested in his feelings first and then made his own arrangements in order to learn the mourning technique, so that he could watch his son die without being able to do anything about it.
Or, to be more ruthless, he could do it with his own hands...
Qin Yang quickly shook his head and threw away these things that would pollute his mind, not daring to think about it anymore.
Looking back at the beach littered with dead bodies, Qin Yang hesitated, sighed, and turned back again.
"In the final analysis, many people have misunderstood me. I am really a good person."
With a wave of his hand, coffins in stock appeared on the beach.
Even if you can't transcend it, now that you've seen it, you still can't pretend you didn't see it. It's time to replace the coffins in stock.
The human race, as well as some alien races that looked like humans and lived on land, were put into coffins one by one, flew to the cliff, dug pits and buried them, and set up a tombstone for these people.
The remaining monsters, beasts, sea people, etc. probably don't have the habit of burial, and there are not enough coffins, so these corpses are directly cremated, and the ashes are scattered into the sea, which can be regarded as complete burial.
After spending a lot of time and working with his clones to bury all the corpses on the beach, Qin Yang couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment as he looked at the empty black beach.
I flew back to the cliff and walked back again to look for Zhang Zhengyi and the others. I didn’t know where those guys had gone.
After Qin Yang left, a little fluorescent light appeared on the sea surface, and the ashes scattered by Qin Yang into the sea slowly merged into the sea and disappeared.
The phantoms of alien races appeared on the sea.
On the ground, in the coffins that were buried, the corpses began to decay rapidly and turned into fly ash. Individual silhouettes walked through the coffins, passed through the black soil, walked out, and stepped onto the sea.
Dense shadows appeared on the sea. They turned back together and looked in the direction where Qin Yang was going. They bowed to Qin Yang from afar with the etiquette of their respective races.
Then all the shadows walked towards the deep sea together and slowly disappeared.
Qin Yang, who was running on the black land, felt something, and turned back to look towards the ocean, but in an instant, the strange and fleeting feeling disappeared without a trace.
Qin Yang stopped and sensed carefully, but he sensed nothing.
It's just that his inexplicable feeling of rejection and disgust towards this world has dissipated a lot, but there are no specific changes in this world of death. Maybe it's because he feels good after doing good things.
After walking a few steps again, Qin Yang frowned slightly and activated the Si Zi Jue for a moment.
In an instant, all the information around him was captured, made clear, and then transferred to his mind, where it was then transformed into information that he could easily understand.
There did seem to be a slight change in the air. It was not an illusion just now, but he just didn't feel it.
Looking in one direction, there seemed to be some power fluctuation there.
Moreover, the vague feeling towards the puppet master finally disappeared in a flash, just in the direction ahead.
Qin Yang turned into a ray of light and disappeared instantly.
There was no sun, no moon, no change at all in the world. After Qin Yang flew for about three days, the puppet master's senses finally became clear and palpable.
After flying for another day, I saw a thunder falling from the sky in front of me and hitting the ground.
Qin Yang flew over quickly and saw the puppet master appeared as a puppet, holding Bai Lin's neck with one hand and Bai Lin's chest with the other hand, exactly the same as when he fell into the ominous evil before.
Thunderbolts that were only as thick as a finger fell from the sky and struck the puppeteer continuously. However, the puppeteer resisted with his body. The luster on the puppet's body became more and more obvious, and the material seemed to be getting better and better.
After a moment, a panda-like soul flew out of Bai Lin's body. The soul emitted a faint light and pushed the puppet master and Bai Lin away. The soul turned into a ball of light, accelerated to the extreme in an instant, and flew towards the ocean.
direction.
Bai Lin's injuries also recovered at the same time.
Bai Lin spit out a bubble again and wrapped him and the puppet master in it. The bubble exploded and the puppet master was still unscathed, but a soul emerged from him again...
When Bai Lin saw Qin Yang flying over, it was like meeting a relative, and she cried on the spot.
"Qin Yang! Brother Qin, Mr. Qin, I can call you dad! Can you stop doing this? Is this the case?"
"Don't I just want you to do something? I really don't know what to do!"
"How did I know that was your junior brother? I just wanted to find the bloodline of the Divine Phoenix. If I had known that he would kill me, I wouldn't have come!"
"As for you letting this terrible guy bite me to death, do you insist on torturing me to death?"
"Time after time, they used the same method to kill me every time. They killed me thirty-eight times! What a hatred!"
Bai Lin felt aggrieved and released it in one breath.
From being furious at the beginning, to not caring, and feeling like I could escape, to getting a little scared later, and then starting to beg for mercy, and saying all the good things.
But that guy who looked like a puppet was so inert that he didn't respond to anything he said, and he was killed mechanically over and over again.
He did not dodge or dodge all the magical powers and resisted them completely.
Bai Lin rummaged through the cabinets and found magical powers, each one stronger than the last, but each one had the same result.
He began to be afraid, began to despair, and watched himself die again and again.
But the strong man was still like a real puppet with no emotions, mechanically repeating the original process and killing him over and over again.
He saw what would happen to those souls who died in this world, and he even confirmed that when all the souls who died in place of death were gone, he would also die.
The ending will be exactly the same as those of the gods.
At that time, he will never have a chance to start over again.
He will die very thoroughly and cleanly.
And now this process is a countdown waiting for the real death to come.
What is more terrifying than the result of death itself is the process of being completely powerless and passively waiting for death like this.
Now, when he saw Qin Yang, he felt like he was seeing a relative.
Full of despair, anger, unwillingness, and fear, all turned into grievances, and I burst into tears.
Although Qin Yang is cunning and cunning, he likes to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, he is petty, he loves to hold grudges, etc... etc...
But Qin Yang has one advantage that the scary guy behind him definitely doesn't have.