After Awakening, I Conquered The Whole World

There was darkness before his eyes.

Do not……

wrong.

More precisely, Qiao Jin felt that she had no human body anymore.

She is like duckweed, or something else, the whole person is like a sloppy state, floating in this deep and endless space.

Dark, depressed, cold.

It's the hue here.

This is different from what Qiao Jin imagined.

She crossed the space entrance, and nothing painful happened.

The Rakshasa world is also very different from what she imagined.

Here, without the demon she imagined to cover the sky and the sun, it was a bit unreasonable to be quiet here.

There is no color around, only a piece of pure black, as if hidden in a thick fog, only occasionally scratching some different shadows.

Qiao Jin felt that she did not look like a human at the moment, could see everything around her, but found that she seemed to be unable to see herself.

She didn't know what state she was in now.

She felt that as she entered the Raksha realm, when she stayed here, there would always be fragments in her mind.

The fragmentary memories seem to be pieced together slowly.

She didn't know how long she had been in this silent and dark world. If it were someone else, she would feel oppressive suffocation or even panic in less than a few minutes, she just brought some confusion.

There is no aura of any dots on his body, and even the swallow is gone.

She didn't know where she was going to drift, although the surrounding scenery was unchanged, but she felt that she was moving.

She kept moving forward.

It didn't take long before she felt a low roar around her, which seemed to be a fierce roar of a devil, she seemed to lift her head, and a huge body of a demon slid over her without seeing her.

If it were not for this demon, she would not even feel any breath or color in this world.

And the demon didn't seem to see her.

There is a worse situation, that is, Qiao Jin does not have a body, she is just a consciousness.

Her consciousness came to the Raksha realm.

"you……"

A faint sigh came from far away, bringing a void.

Quiet, cold and quiet, like a hoarse after thousands of years.

When Qiao Jin's mind moved, he felt his eyes widened suddenly, and someone suddenly appeared in front of him.

To be precise, it was really a human figure. The figure stretched out her hand towards her, and she felt that she had a body. She subconsciously reached out and really saw her hand.

In the dark environment, she appeared as if she was gathered by stars, radiating a moving brilliance.

In such a dark world, her appearance was abrupt and unreasonable.

That bright color can almost destroy the surrounding darkness.

In the thick tumbling fog, a hand stretched out. That hand seemed to be tired and white bones. It was a bit horrible, but at the moment of contact with Qiao Jin, it gradually returned to its previous color, with slender fingers. , Onion white as jade, with distinct joints.

That is Song Yanqing's hand.

He emerged from the thick fog, his original shape was not real, but when he came into contact with Qiao Jin, he returned to his former appearance.

He looked at her as if he had been attached to her after thousands of years, and his eyes were only on her.

He sighed slightly, and there was another hoarse miss: "You still came."

She still showed up after not knowing how long it took, and when his concept of time was blurred.