No sunshine.

There is no change of day and night.

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

His amazing throughput took only a few days to swallow the yin energy that was enough to survive for hundreds of souls for several months, and then he left, and continued to devour the yin energy in another field. After repeated, dozens of days, he created an "blank field". In these fields, the yin energy was swept away, and there was only endless cold, and there was no existence of the residual soul ghost.

Moreover, whenever Meng Fan swallows the yin energy, his soul becomes stronger. The stronger the stronger the swallowing ability, the more amazing it is. This cycle is.

On this day, an unprecedented storm blew in this extremely yin land.

The reason is that the sudden decrease in yin energy and the emergence of a large number of blank areas has led to the turbulence of yin energy.

The endless remnants of souls and ghosts were all affected by the pond fish, and they were directly swept into a broken spirit by the storm. In a wisp, even who he was, there was no basic idea. Although it would not completely dissipate in this extremely yin place, it was no different from death.

In this way, many souls that have lived for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years will be directly wiped out.

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

The sea is vast and stormy waves are stirring up, so I won’t care about fish and shrimps.

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

This extremely yin place that has been dead and silent has become less peaceful.

This uneasiness lasted for many days.

Occasionally, some powerful soul ghosts appear suddenly, trying to attack Meng Fan, but are killed.

Their thoughts were swallowed by Meng Fan and became the most exquisite food. The memories and thinking were also refined and mastered by Meng Fan one by one. Gradually, Meng Fan's spirit became stronger and stronger, and at the same time, he also gained an understanding of this extremely yin place.

Here, it is called "Ultra Bliss" by those powerful and judgmental souls.

It is unknown where the name comes from, but some souls and ghosts call it this way, and others call it this way.

I don’t know how vast this Pure Land is, and it seems that no soul or ghost has ever walked out of this world.

Similarly, it is not clear what this paradise is, who created it, how it appeared, and where it is located in the vast universe. Although some powerful souls came here inexplicably, they wanted to find an opportunity to escape from it, but never succeeded, because even if the soul is powerful, it is just a soul, without a body, and it is too vast, as if boundless and endless.

After understanding this, Meng Fan swallowed the Yin Qi even more crazily.

Every moment, he was growing stronger, without a moment of rest, without a moment of stagnation. In his eyes, he could only swallow continuously and swallow infinitely. Although he would not take the initiative to attack other souls, as long as there was a soul that had bad thoughts on him, he would immediately kill him and completely refine him. He did not say a word of nonsense, and their thinking became Meng Fan's thinking.

It is very difficult to devour the soul, and even Meng Fan dare not do this easily.

But most of the souls here are remnants of souls that have lived for many years, some have completely subsided, forgotten themselves, and all obsessions have disappeared, and it is not difficult to refine them. What's more, Meng Fan also masters the power of a certain mind of the Great Dao, which can cleanse many souls of the soul.

While devouring his soul, he gradually had a direction and always headed towards 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 energy was reduced, and some warm moisture appeared in the extremely cold place.

After a few more days, the yin energy became thinner.

Meng Fan was moving faster and faster.

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

Finally one day.

In short, it may be more than 100 days after entering this paradise.

A long river appeared in front of him.

A long river of songs was completely dark, shrouded in the fog.

The song is melodious and mysterious. Anyone who hears it will feel peace and peace, and will develop infinite respect, yearning, and - fear of the person who makes the song.

Yes, it's fear.

The song seemed to be an elegy, revealing infinite sadness and fate. Any undead, as long as they hear this song, would feel that their destiny was dominated and could not resist.

Meng Fan sat down by the long river.

His figure was like nothing.

A moment later, a wooden boat with green lights slowly rowed out of the fog, and above the wooden boat was a man.

His face is as white as jade, his eyebrows are raised, and his lips are bright red. He is a very handsome but weird man. He is wearing a gray coat and leaning on a pulp in his hand. He constantly mobilizes the water flow and adjusts the direction of the wooden boat.

There were several people on the hut.

No, to be precise, it is a few undead.

Incomplete, some of them have lost their hands and feet, and they all have no expression on their faces.

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

However, it is a cultivator below the Tianyuan Realm, and there is still a thread away from the Tianyuan Realm.

The strange man with blood-red lips seemed a little surprised when he saw Meng Fan on the shore. He frowned and parked the boat on the shore with his oars. He inserted his hands into his sleeves and said coldly: "Get away."

It was a completely commanding tone, unquestionable, as if commanding a slave.

Meng Fan sat upright, looking at the strange man silently, trying to see some clues from him. Unfortunately, Meng Fan is less than one ten thousandth of his strength now, and he cannot evolve into the Eye of Creation. It is impossible for anything to be seen through at a glance.

It was just a vague feeling that the martial arts system of the strange man was very different from the martial arts system of the heavens and all worlds.

The strange man frowned.

It can be seen that he was a little angry.

He stretched out his palm, waved it gently in the air, and said viciously: "Go away, don't force me to waste my energy. Although you have died, at least you still have a wisp of soul to live. It is a great blessing to be able to reach the Pure Land! Every month, I will select some souls from Pure Land and directly refine them into a great soul pill to nourish myself. However, in recent days, I have swallowed too much, too much, and I am too lazy to attack you. Get out!"

"As it turns out, Pure Land is just a territory of a huge force. Obviously, there is not only the Chaos Emperor who wants to create reincarnation and control the people. However, compared with Chaos Emperor, your skills are too low-level to create hell. This is a joke. It is just imitating 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 activated the intention of space to move. Although I could not let the body escape, my soul escaped. Moreover, because of the interweaving of the meaning of space and nothingness, I not only crushed the vacuum, but also crossed the boundary of "existence or not". I don't know how far I crossed..."

The strange man frowned and got closer. His originally handsome face suddenly became ferocious, as if he had changed a ghost.

"It seems that I have to eat some meat today."

The strange man yinly tested. "The little disciple who came here today, the boy's body, just killed his soul and was still hot. He originally wanted to replenish the yang energy today. Since that's the case, I'm one day late. Today, I'll replenish the yin energy first!"

Reach your hand into the sea.

A pitch-black gourd emerged, and from the mouth of the gourd, the red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and seven-colored wolf smoke blew out, surrounding the sky, forming claws, giant mouths, swords and guns, escalators, etc. The eighteenth squad weapons swept over and directly surrounded Meng Fan.

This time, Meng Fan was going to kill him directly. The gourd's mouth was filled with yin energy, giving people a tomb-like coldness. Obviously, after shattering his soul, he would be included in the gourd and refined.
Chapter completed!