This endless world

No response.

Or rather, there shouldn't be a response. Because the blood-red blade light that followed was the best response!

"Shua!"

The blade brought up a huge wave, and the blade force filled the space gully like water, one wave higher than another, one wave stronger than another, turning into a whirlpool and sweeping... Before Yang Yun finished speaking, the first move of the Heaven-Swallowing and Seven-Destroying Limits, "Breaking the Sea", had already attacked!

"Is it the same old trick?"

Facing this familiar move in his memory, Yang Yun's face remained unchanged, and the Wenwang Seven-Star Sword in his hand was inserted on the spot, and suddenly the towering trees rose from the ground, blocking the surging waves like a Dinghai magic needle... Just like the Lord God's practice during the Red Alert II in his memory, even the corners of his clothes were not wet at all!

The blade force was broken, and the man with blood-red hair still did not respond at all, and through the dark mist, Yang Yun could not see the specific expression on his face. There seemed to be no reason in his red eyes, only pure killing intent.

The next moment, the knife changed again. The man's long knife pressed the void to slow down time, and the surrounding matter was constantly decomposed into the dark yellow breath that constituted the matter, just like a tiger greedily devouring the five elements. In just a moment, it turned into a towering mountain range that fell from the sky and pressed straight down!

The second regret is that time is hard to return, and the mountain collapses!

"If it was the last time, I really didn't have a good way to deal with it, but this time..."

When Yang Yun looked up at the towering mountain range pressing down from the sky, and the blockade and suppression force in his body, Yang Yun's body suddenly burst into a circle of fairy spirit light. This light was dazzling, illuminating the surroundings, and a planetary shadow appeared faintly above his head, producing some kind of wonderful resonance.

The mountain collapse is the power to change the rules of heaven and earth. But for Yang Yun, who is now at the advanced level of the fourth level, has merged with the world's will several times, and has a whole world in his body, this rule suppression has no longer caused any hindrance to him. With just a thought, the power of miracle was instantly generated in his right hand——

"Shining in the Spear of the End!"

The radiant holy spear, wrapped in rolling blazing flames, cut through the sky and pointed directly at the towering mountain range that was like a barrier between heaven and earth. As the two violently collided in mid-air, an extremely violent explosion was instantly triggered, as if it was a magnificent scene when the world was first created.

The huge energy fluctuation formed a shock wave visible to the naked eye in the air, and the surrounding air was instantly compressed and then rapidly expanded, producing a deafening roar. The interweaving of light and fire dyed the surrounding scene with a layer of doomsday-like orange-red tones, and boundless energy rolled and swept, like fireworks in purgatory——

However, in the next moment, with the strong wind blowing between heaven and earth, the flames and light were completely swept away, and behind the man, a blood-red river projection suddenly reappeared, like a typhoon passing through, raising huge waves.

Then...the different tributaries representing different possibilities actually gathered towards the big knife in his hand like a river changing its course!

In that instant, a frightening bloody wind condensed around the blade, and the dark and pure killing intent was in contrast. The two energies, one red and one black, collided and rotated violently in the air, and finally merged into a dark red sword energy tornado, which was so powerful that people dared not look directly at it.

However, this sword energy tornado was just a wisp of light wind in the huge storm raging in the entire blood sea, almost insignificant. Among the countless tributaries winding in the blood sea, at least tens of thousands of tributaries also emerged with such sword energy. These sword energy echoed and devoured each other, forming a huge network, and they all attacked Yang Yun at the same time!

This scene was like countless demons opening their bloody mouths, trying to devour Yang Yun. The pressure coming from all directions was enough to make anyone despair.

——But Yang Yun smiled.

"I am me, not anyone else."

The magnificent starlight reappeared, Yang Yun raised his hand, and the "Gungnir" manifested by miracle stabbed straight out.

One shot is ten thousand shots.

Ten thousand shots are one shot.

One becomes ten thousand, ten thousand return to one.

No matter how many tributaries of fate there are, they will eventually converge to one point under this spear... and the third knife "Storm" was completely destroyed by this shot!

"So, it's almost time to see enough of the old tricks!"

After three knives, accompanied by Yang Yun's roar, Jianmu suddenly shone brightly, and the golden soul light rippled like ripples, dispersing the aftermath of the fight between the spirit and the material, and the thick fog from the darkness and confusion in the depths of the heart, which dissipated in an instant, revealing the real world it concealed.

However, what followed was an even more terrifying scene of hell.

Smelling the pungent smell coming from all around and feeling the unnaturally hot temperature in the environment, Yang Yun frowned. He was actually in a sea of ​​​​burning fire. The broken walls that had not yet been burned out proved that this was originally a town, and the intermittent and distorted English letters on the molten metal road signs showed him that this was the real Silent Hill town in reality.

But Yang Yun had no time to explore why this place was burning so much. The surrounding heterogeneous flames made him feel burning pain. The golden light of his soul instinctively avoided the terrifying nature contained in it, which was completely opposite to "Jianmu" - if "Jianmu" was a symbol of life and law, then this flame was the embodiment of destruction and chaos. It used the myriad things as firewood, devoured them wantonly, and swept everywhere. The void twisted and overlapped, time was chaotic and converged, the energy sea dried up, and matter collapsed and annihilated... Everything was accelerating towards the inevitable end.

This scene was just like the doomsday judgment in mythology.

——What on earth was this...

This environment was completely different from what he remembered, and it was completely beyond Yang Yun's expectations. He subconsciously turned on the "light wind", but the next moment, he was trapped in a darkness that was even colder and deeper than the abyss of the universe, where time, space, matter and energy were all gone, leaving only a pure nothingness.

Even with the light wind, he still couldn't detect the residual heat of the free energy. It was like being in a real empty space. If it weren't for the protection of the light of the soul, which opened up a small world, even Yang Yun would be frozen and sealed by this invisible prison of death, and his existence would gradually disappear and be assimilated by the abyss...

And in front of this doomsday scene, the blood-haired man regained some human rationality in his eyes, cleared his throat, and responded with a hoarse voice that had not been spoken for many years-

"Long time no see..."

"Yang Yun." (End of this chapter)