The mirror world, which was already fragmented, finally got a little stability.
But when they all thought that the disaster would slowly stop.
Bang tom.
It exploded.
The sunspot that hung over their heads suddenly exploded.
Tremendous energy was emitted from the impact above them.
The entire energy fluctuation was only a few seconds, and it had already circled in this world several times.
Where the energy waves reach, any product is instantly shattered, like ashes.
No, not even the ashes remained.
After a loud bang, there was a final silence.
All in all, in the last memory that Liu Yang could see, everything was just a kind of aperture in the end.
And then he was gone.
The rest of the things, he naturally didn't know.
As for Siming and Mu, get out of here.
Anyway, they're all dead now, let's see what else they can fight.
Liu Yang still doesn't understand why they started fighting.
They are already people who have lived for more than 700 years, and their hearts are not as thorough as a young man in his teens and twenties.
All in all, the world suddenly became quiet, and that's what it is.
It was so quiet that he couldn't help but wonder if he had blown up his hearing.
Otherwise, how could it be so quiet?
It's as if you've really come to the mirror world, where everything is still, as if anything but yourself is a meaningless existence.
And he was slowly floating in the air like an anomaly, of course, he didn't know if his current state could be regarded as floating.
It might be preferable to do it as a tour.
It was as if the world that had been destroyed had suddenly become very large, as if it had suddenly become very small.
It seems that no matter where it swims, it is the same existence.
Nothing, as if the destroyed world was a black world.
Wait a minute.
Black world.
He suddenly stopped, in mid-air.
I guess it could be called the sky.
After all, now it seems as if their land no longer exists.
He remembered that when he was exploding, the black mist that was rushing towards him suddenly enveloped him.
Did he come to this world of black fog?
Such thoughts swirled in his mind.
I don't know if it's because of his death, but he feels that his current thinking has become very clear, as if everything can be straightened out.
It's even a bit of a bitter pleasure, whether it is possible for me to become a single-celled creature?
It's like a stripworm in biology class.
He didn't know, and there was no one around him to tell him the answer.
There is no light in this world, he cannot see.
There doesn't seem to be anyone else in the world except her.
After a brief slip of the lap, he seemed to be a little tired and simply stopped.
Suspended in mid-air, in a lying position, make your body look more comfortable.
Of course, he only feels that his body is light and fluttering now, as if it has no weight, so he must have become a soul himself.
He was now starting to think about it seriously.
According to her thoughts before her death, it was if.
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The things outside are happy to come in by the black mist, and it is very likely that they are decomposed by the substances in the black mist, and then become the nutrient solution of the black household, to slowly expand its range.
But when he came in, he found that it was not what he expected.
It was a little different from what he had in mind.
The only thing that was the same in his mind was this black world.
If this black mist was devouring the things outside and decomposing, then he should be dead, so this is not the case.
Most likely, this gray mist is supposed to be something to store things.
To put it simply, it means what to store inside, similar to the form of an extradimensional space bag in a novel.
But if that's the case, then there should be some of those things in this world, but it shouldn't be like this.
There was nothing, it was pitch black, and those who didn't know thought they had turned off the lights.
Floating silently in mid-air.
He didn't know where he might go.
But whatever.
Drift with the wind.
Where it was, he didn't know it anyway.
It stands to reason that he should be dead, but he is still conscious.
If he hadn't died, where would the things that had been sucked in?
He thought about it for a long time, but he still didn't think of any reason, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
All in all, he's what he's like now.
If you think about it too much, it doesn't seem to be of any special use.
Think about it, if you want to stay in this world forever, how to pass it, this is too long and eternal Of course, if this world is not measured in time.
Or maybe your current body doesn't need time as the only judgment for it to live.
Just when he was in a bored reverie.
Suddenly, something seemed to prick him.
He screamed in pain.
But it seems that he didn't make a sound.
According to what he knew before, there was no medium in this world where sound could be transmitted.
It's also possible that he doesn't have a mouth at all.
These are the things that are at work with the consciousness that he was born into a body.
Odd.
How could there be a spiky thing in such a dark and vast world?
It stands to reason that something like this shouldn't exist at all.
I thought about it.
Suddenly, his mind moved.
Make a hypothesis.
If all the things that were sucked in by this world were gone, he would still exist.
Then the only one of them seems to be different from the others.
That's the spear that is closely attached to himself.
And Liu Yang can probably remember whose hand this Xuanxiang appeared in.
Although he didn't know how the Xuanxun gun appeared in the hands of the talking ghost.
But if his estimation is correct, this spear should have a lot of time to follow the side of the talking ghost.
So it stands to reason that this spear may also be contaminated with some ghostly energy.
In addition, the production of the black spear is very exquisite, and if it is paired with the ghost, it becomes very powerful.
If this world can't digest a very special product.
Then this pointed thing is likely to be the tip of the spear.
As soon as he thought of this, he was pleasantly surprised in his heart, and it was not easy to meet something familiar to him in this broken world.
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Then he hurriedly pounced on the spiky thing in disguise.
But he was a little surprised.
It doesn't seem to be very long If he's not mistaken.
His spear should be two meters four.
But now he touched something.
It seems to be only 1.8 meters.
And it's very soft.
What the hell is three years of zero classes :