square inch kill

Chapter 227 The Road to Nothingness
"Are you looking forward to his death?"

Turning around, Xu Wang asked softly with a bit of deceit in his eyes.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but stagnate, but no one answered.Of course, in fact, King Xu's words are not wrong at all. At this time, no matter what kind of purpose they have, no one hopes that Fang Cun can come out alive.

After all, in the final analysis, these people also have bad intentions for Fang Cun, and now there is no hope of getting the Emperor Sword anyway, so it might not be a good result for the Emperor Sword and Fang Cun to be destroyed together on this road of nothingness.

His eyes slowly swept across the crowd, a faint smile appeared on the corner of King Xu's mouth, and then he said softly, "If I were you, I would not curse, but would wish that kid to live, otherwise, I promise... you guys You will definitely regret it."

Without further explanation, he sighed softly, watching the silver light and shadow dissipate in the void, everything seemed to be back to the beginning, nothing had happened.

Stepping out with one step, King Xu melted into the void in an instant, without a trace of breath leaking out.

Such a method, if you see it from a small size, you will be amazed, and the method of shrinking the ground to an inch is nothing more than that.

Not to mention, everyone was shocked by King Xu's words, and their eyes returned to Fang Cun's body.

After taking that step, Fang Cun felt as if his whole body had merged into a strange space. He lost all perception, and everything around him seemed to have disappeared, leaving only the sky full of silver, with no reference and no end.

In this silver nothingness, it seems to be the same everywhere, whether you walk or not, it doesn't make any difference, and you can't feel whether you have moved at all.

There is no sound, no living things, and nothing else.

It was extremely quiet and empty to the extreme, like an exile abandoned by the world.

At this moment, an illusion even flashed in Fang Cun's mind, thinking that King Xu deliberately lured him here to exile him completely.

Of course, this kind of thought was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, Fang Cun calmed down again, and instead of walking hastily, he slowly closed his eyes.

Absolute reason and calmness are undoubtedly indispensable for an assassin.

Although the situation here is a bit weird, it is absolutely impossible to shake one's resolve.

All the changes have been turned in the mind, and the judgment made is the best choice in Fang Cun's mind.

And as an assassin, once a judgment is made, there will be no change easily.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Cun finally opened his eyes again.

After pondering for a moment, he walked slowly forward this time. If someone pays attention, he will find that every step Fang Cun takes is fixed, without the slightest deviation.

In other words, Fangcun is basically using this method to calculate distance.

The silver nothingness did not change in any way, no matter whether Fang Cun was restless or calm, it seemed that there would be no change because of it.

One step, one step, another step.

Time seems to have no meaning, moving forward slowly, no matter what the surrounding environment is, there has never been the slightest wavering, as if walking like this is already for the only truth.

Unlike ordinary people, even without the slightest reference, Fang Cun has strong confidence in his control and judgment.

For ordinary people, in such an environment, no matter how far they go, the final result will be to circle around the same place. This kind of truth is not very profound, and in fact, most people understand it.

However, Fang Cun is not the case. The direction and distance of each step have been perfectly calculated, and there will be no deviation.

This is a stubborn belief, and the strong confidence in oneself cannot be shaken by anyone or any accident.

Time passed by, Fang Cun kept counting in his heart, and vaguely felt that he seemed to have walked out like this for more than three months, but the surrounding environment still did not change at all.

Looking up at the endless silver nothingness in the distance, Fang Cun finally continued walking without saying a word.

.........

In the void, King Xu silently appeared in a large hall.

In the center of the hall, there is a vague figure sitting, with his chin resting on one hand, and a golden staff beside him. No matter who walks into the hall, his eyes will be unconsciously attracted by this vague figure, as if he It is this hall, and even the center of this world.

"Dijun, do you really believe that he can walk out of nothingness?"

Looking at the figure on the chair in the middle, King Xu asked softly.

"Is this your problem?" The Necromancer replied in a deep voice without even raising his head.

In this world, the only person who can make King Xu willingly call himself an emperor is the Necromancer Emperor.

"I just want to know, is it a little too rash for you to pin your hopes on such a young man after waiting for nearly a hundred years?"

After being silent for a while, King Xu finally spoke slowly.

"A hundred years... yes, a hundred years in the blink of an eye." After a moment of silence, the Necromancer finally raised his head slowly, his purple eyes revealing an endless majesty, perhaps mixed with some vicissitudes.

"Who would have thought... Heh, but, all of this is coming to an end." Looking up, the purple eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the hall, through the endless void, the Necromancer said lightly, "I Not to believe in him, but to believe in the hidden destiny..."

"Fate?" With a wry smile, King Xu finally sighed, "Dijun, you should know the horror of the road to nothingness... Even if I am going to break through now, I am only half sure."

"The road to nothingness has never had anything to do with cultivation... The power of the mind is something that you still can't touch. Forget it, these things are not what you should think about."

"But, Dijun, if he fails..."

"No but!" His eyes were like lightning, and there was a trace of ruthless solemnity in the eyes of the Necromancer Emperor, staring at Xu Wangdao fiercely, and waved his hand weakly for a long time, "You don't understand, you still don't understand after all..."

.........

One year, two years, three years...

Fang Cun kept counting the time clearly in his heart, even though three years had passed, there was no disturbance at all.

If it was an ordinary person, it would have already collapsed by now. However, up to this moment, Fangcun's heart is still as calm as ever, just like an ancient well, no matter how flowers bloom or fade, there is no slightest fluctuation.

Seeming to be a little tired, Fang Cun finally stopped for the first time.

Walking in this nothingness for three years in one breath, the kind of fatigue is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Loneliness, this is the most terrible enemy. Even as an assassin, I have long been used to the feeling of loneliness, but this kind of almost hopeless loneliness still makes people breathless.

No one can tell you whether your choice is correct, you can only move forward silently, enduring loneliness time after time to torture your soul, stubbornly stick to your choice, even if you can't see the slightest hope, still stubbornly stick to it .

Such a move is too crazy, so crazy that it is unbelievable and unbelievable.

Every day for the past three years, Fang Cun carefully comprehended every change in his surroundings with his spiritual thoughts, trying to find clues from them.

However, all of this is doomed to be in vain, except for the silver nothingness, you can't feel anything else at all, and there are not even spatial fluctuations around.

After sitting there for three full days, Fang Cun stood up again, raised his brows slightly, took a deep breath, and stubbornly continued to walk forward.

Whether it is the speed or the steps taken, there is no difference at all from before.

It's not that there were other thoughts in Fangcun's mind, but these thoughts turned into nothingness in the end, without leaving the slightest mark.

One side of his heart was empty, Fang Cun seemed to have completely integrated himself into this nothingness, and he had no other thoughts.

I haven't eaten or drank water for three whole years. All of this is completely dependent on the operation of the spiritual power in the body. Although theoretically, the strong at the ground level can already rely on the inflow and outflow of spiritual power to maintain their lives, but in this nothingness, there are even spirits. Power cannot be absorbed.

In other words, Fang Cun is completely relying on his own spiritual power to maintain his life.

This is also the reason why he did not choose to speed up the flight, because in this nothingness, keeping the spiritual power running is the most important guarantee for survival.

Fang Cun looked extremely tired due to lack of spiritual power replenishment, and every ounce of spiritual power control had been perfectly interpreted in these years.

In fact, if it wasn't for relying on the Emperor Sword to continuously generate a faint amount of spiritual power, Fang Cun might not be able to live for so many years at all.

Facing the Emperor Sword day and night every day, even relying on the Emperor Sword to operate spiritual power, a unique tacit understanding has been formed between the Emperor Sword and Fangcun. This connection is not clear, but it is And clear existence, only at this time, Fang Cun can clearly feel that the Emperor Sword belongs to him, not the aloof Necromancer Emperor.

Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Fang Cun already looked extremely old, and all his spiritual power was used to maintain his life, so naturally he would not have the spare power to control his appearance.

The originally black hair has also become snow white. Fang Cun can even feel that his body has begun to degenerate, and his strength is decreasing every day. However, the only thing that remains unchanged is that the pace under his feet has never been a little disordered.

It's hard to imagine what kind of power it is that allows Fang Cun to persevere like this, even though he feels his life is passing by, he never panics at all.

The road to nothingness, what exactly is nothingness?Perhaps, only when everything returns to nothing is the only ending?

With a silent sigh, Fang Cun's feet stagnated slightly, but he didn't stop after all.

PS: When I wrote this, I suddenly wondered, if I just write the protagonist to death on the road to nothingness, will I be cursed for life. Lol!
Laziness has inertia, plus it seems to be really busy, the update is still not effective, brothers forgive me.However, it is estimated that it will be cold in a few days. After two days, it should be back to normal.

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