Wu Po Jiuxiao

This is a quiet space, no light, no color...

In the extremely quiet space, there was a strange fluctuation.

Struggling, whining, release, panting, joy, ****, panting...

So many voices started to ring out.

There was an irresistible temptation in the voice.

Following the sound, I looked over and saw that in that space, two untangled bodies were entangled with each other, making wonderful sounds and heavy breathing sounds from time to time.

In the chaos, Ye Fantian felt his own existence, which was a kind of existence like rebirth. In that chaotic world, he seemed to be a magical beast that didn't know how to get tired, just constantly Exerting his body, attacking the existence in his arms with the most primitive movements.

Venting, releasing, and many other things seem to have begun to be interpreted in this primitive movement. Accompanied by bursts of * * *, Ye Fantian doesn't know how much time he has vented.

Is it one day or ten days or even ten or a hundred years...

After the last sliver of whimsy was completely released, Ye Fantian's body also returned to its original tranquility. At this time, he slowly looked at his surroundings.

It was completely different from the original one. At this time, there was nothing around Ye Fantian. Feeling that the power of the Holy Infant was constantly expanding and growing, Ye Fantian knew that this guy had already taken care of everything around him.

That black shadow was terrifying, but after all, it would not be the Holy Infant's opponent, and it was brutally suppressed.

Slightly squinting his eyes, Ye Fantian's mind filled with all the other party's information.

The memory of this black shadow is relatively heterogeneous, as if it is the memory of a lunatic. There is no rule at all, and there is only a desire for freedom.

The other party has been in this space for countless years. During these years, he has continuously absorbed all the energy here, constantly strengthened himself, and tried to make his own strength support him and walk out of here.

"This guy's origin and name have been completely lost, and even the time when he came here is lost. It can be seen that this person has been here for a long, long time."

Ye Fantian frowned slightly, thinking to himself.

But soon, Ye Fantian's face changed slightly, and before he had time to integrate and absorb the other party's information, his body suddenly moved to one side.

"Chong!"

The sound of the sword's rubbing echoed in the ears, and amidst the sword energy, the supreme sword intent locked onto Ye Fantian's body tightly.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the power released seems to be at the speed of light. Even if Ye Fantian's physical body is tyrannical and powerful, but such a close shot still makes him feel almost suffocated.

"Death Moon Strength!"

A screeching sound came out, and the sword energy immediately turned into a waning moon, and the whole space shone brightly for a while, as if the quaint waning moon began to rise, and the icy and biting breath came oncoming, as if densely surrounded by snowflakes in June Ye Fantian's original way out.

"Space Realm—Annihilation!"

Ye Fantian's palm quickly formed a seal, the energy flowed, and rays of light lingered around his body. These rays of light condensed and finally formed sacred runes. The flow of runes transformed into the most terrifying substance. With a terrible blast The sound appeared, and the rune cracked immediately.