2452: C2452 Euphoria

C2452 Euphoria

There was no sunlight.

There is no change of day and night.

Meng Fan, who lost his judgment, couldn't figure out how long it had been, but it had to be at least dozens of days.

In just a few days, he would have devoured all of the Yin Qi within a radius of a few thousand miles, enough to survive for several hundred souls for a few months. Then, he would leave and continue to devour Yin Qi in another domain.

And every time Meng Fan devoured Yin Qi, his soul would become stronger, the stronger it was, the more terrifying his devouring ability would be.

On this day, a storm that had never been seen before raged in this extremely dark region.

The reason was that the amount of Yin Qi had suddenly decreased. With the appearance of a large number of empty domains, it had caused the flow of Yin Qi to become chaotic.

The endless remnant souls and ghosts were all affected by the storm and were directly swept away by the storm, turning into a shattered mind. The endless remnant souls and ghosts were all caught up in the storm and were swept up into a shattered mind.

Like this, countless souls that had lived for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years were directly wiped out.

Although it was terrifying, all of this was not in Meng Fan's calculations.

The sea was vast, and even though it was a stormy sea, he wouldn't care about the fish and prawns.

It was like a giant whale appearing in a lake full of small fish.

This extremely dark place, which had always been deathly silent, became no longer peaceful.

This feeling of unease continued for many days.

Occasionally, there would be powerful ghosts that would appear and attempt to kill Meng Fan. However, they were all killed instead.

Their thoughts were devoured by Meng Fan and became the most delicate food. His memories and thoughts were also refined and controlled by Meng Fan. Gradually, Meng Fan's spirit became stronger and stronger. At the same time, he also gained a better understanding of this yin energy place.

This place was called "Extreme Delight" by the powerful souls that possessed the ability to judge.

It was unknown where the name came from, but there were a few spirits who called it that, and others called it that.

This bliss was unimaginably vast, as if no spirit had ever walked out of this world before.

At the same time, it was unclear what exactly this extremely happy place was, where it was created by and how it appeared, or where it was located in the primordial chaos of the universe. Although there were a few powerful souls who had somehow arrived here and tried to find an opportunity to escape from this place, none of them succeeded, because no matter how powerful the souls were, they were just souls without bodies, and this place was too vast, as if there was no end to it.

Understanding this, Meng Fan started to devour Yin Qi even more crazily.

In his eyes, there was only constant consumption, endless consumption. Although he would not take the initiative to attack the other souls, as long as the souls had any bad intentions towards him, he would immediately kill them and refine them completely without a single word of nonsense. Their thoughts also became Meng Fan's thoughts.

Swallowing the soul was very difficult, even Meng Fan didn't dare to do it that easily.

Some of them had completely fallen into oblivion, forgetting themselves. All the obsession had disappeared, and refining it was not difficult, not to mention, Meng Fan had mastered the power of the heart of the Great Dao, which could wash away the remnant thoughts of many souls.

At the same time as he was devouring his soul, he gradually found a direction and headed towards the "east". Of course, he wasn't sure if that direction was the east, but it didn't matter, as long as it was in the same direction.

Many more days passed.

He gradually realized that the amount of Yin Qi he had was decreasing. In this extremely cold area, there was some warm, moist air.

A few days later, the Yin Qi became even thinner.

Meng Fan moved faster and faster.

He now had a body. He was no longer a remnant of a soul, but rather, an appearance. He looked very similar to himself.

Finally, one day.

Thinking about it, it was probably the hundredth day that he had entered this land of extreme joy.

A long river appeared in front of him.

A long river of black mist and singing could be heard.

That song was melodious and mysterious. Anyone who heard it would feel at peace and serenity. Furthermore, they would feel endless reverence, longing, and fear for the person who made that song.

Yes, it was fear.

That song seemed to be an elegiac, filled with boundless sorrow and destiny. Any undead who heard that song would feel as if their own fate was being dictated and they would not be able to resist.

Meng Fan sat down by the river.

His figure was indistinct.

A moment later, a wooden boat with a green lantern was slowly drawing out the mist. On the wooden boat, there was a man.

His face was as white as jade and his eyebrows were raised. His lips were bright red, but he was a very handsome man with a demonic air. He wore a grey robe and had a piece of milk in his hand as he adjusted the flow of the water and the direction of the boat.

On the wooden boat, there were still a few people.

No, to be exact, there were a few undead.

Some of them had even lost their arms and legs, and they were all expressionless.

Only that man could be seen clearly in Meng Fan's eyes. He was a real living person and a cultivator at that.

It was just that, for cultivators below the Heavenly Essence Stage, they were still a step away from it.

The man with red lips looked at Meng Fan on the shore and seemed surprised. He frowned and stopped the boat on the shore while holding onto the oar. He put his hands in his sleeves and said coldly, "Disperse."

It was an entirely commanding tone, with an unquestionable look, as if he was commanding a servant.

Meng Fan sat where he was and silently looked at the man. He wanted to find some clues from him, but it was a pity that the current Meng Fan did not even have a thousandth of his original strength, much less produce a Eye of Creation. It was impossible to see through him with a single glance.

It was just that he could vaguely feel that the martial arts system of this man was vastly different from that of the myriad heavens.

The man frowned.

It was obvious that he was slightly enraged.

He stretched out his palm and waved it in the air, saying fiercely, "Get back, don't force me to waste my strength. Although you have already passed away, you still have a wisp of your soul left. "Every month, I will choose a few souls from Ji Le and refine them into a Great Soul Pill to nourish my body. However, in the past few days, I have consumed too many souls, so I can't be bothered to make a move on you. Scram!

It's obviously not just Chaos Emperor who wants to create a cycle of reincarnation and control the common people. However, compared to Chaos Emperor, the way you play is too low class, creating a netherworld is just a joke. It's just a imitation of reincarnation, but it can't be true reincarnation.

Meng Fan stood up, sighed and said, "The universe is indeed vast and desolate, it is hard to imagine. It seems that the moment the will of space descended, I used the Will of Space to move a little, although I couldn't let my physical body escape, but my soul escaped. Also, because of the weaving of the intent of space and the feeling of nothingness, not only did I shatter the vacuum, I even passed through the boundary of 'existence', I don't know how far I have to travel …"

The man frowned as he got closer. His originally handsome face suddenly became ferocious, as if a demon had transformed into a demon.

"It seems that I have to start a meat business today."

"The mysterious man spoke in a sinister manner." The little disciple who came today, has a body like a boy's. He just killed his soul and is still warm. Originally, he wanted to replenish his yang energy, but since that's the case, I will be one day late. Today, I will first replenish my yin energy! "

He extended his hand into the sea.

A pitch-black gourd appeared. From the mouth of the gourd, red, orange, yellow, green, white, purple, seven colored smoke surged out. From the mouth of the gourd, red, orange, yellow, green, purple, seven colored smoke surged out,

This time, he was going to kill Meng Fan. The mouth of the gourd was filled with Yin energy and gave off a cold feeling like it was a tomb. Obviously, after Wang Lin's soul is destroyed, he will be absorbed into the gourd and refined.2

The eighteen classes of weapons attacked from all sides.

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