He Wuhen sat cross-legged in Gaotian, closed his eyes tightly, and clasped his hands together to activate his magical skills.

A gray tornado wrapped around him, constantly spinning and strangling.

The Xuanyuan Sword and the Blood-Drinking Sword have long been taken into the parcel space by him.

He could not attack this hurricane, so he could only practice with all his might and resolve it.

"The gray power is the power of chaos, which creates the world and fosters all creatures of creation."

"But what else is there except the power of chaos? What kind of disaster is the formless disaster?"

He Wuhen frowned and pondered, looking for a way to resolve the chaos and formless catastrophe.

Although the gray Chaos and Forefacial Hurricane cannot damage his true God body for the time being.

But over time, his power will inevitably be in danger and may be strangled by a hurricane.

Of course, this is not the most terrifying thing.

What I am really afraid of is the power of chaos and formless invasion of his soul silently, making his consciousness gradually blurred and his mind became unconscious.

Unconsciously, He Wuhen entered his dream as if he was drowsy.

He entered a dark and light-free space, and could not reach the world or the earth.

He walked in the dark space in confusion, looking around, but could not see anything.

Time passes, and time is silent.

Ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years have passed...

He kept walking, and there was always endless darkness around him, unable to see anything or direction.

Even he could not even be sure how far he had walked, or was really standing still.

He Wuhen was worried and began to be anxious, confused and angry.

Twenty thousand years, thirty thousand years, forty thousand years have passed...

He was furious and almost collapsed, and his reason was gradually losing, and even had the idea of ​​suicide and suicide.

Eighty thousand years, one hundred thousand years, two hundred thousand years have passed... The darkness remains, and the boundless loneliness and fear lingering around his soul and cannot be swept away.

He Wuhen felt that he had become a walking corpse, and seemed to have lost his ability to think and all consciousness.

He knew he was still alive, but he was no different from being dead.

So he thought of death.

Just as he raised his palm and patted his head, trying to kill his soul with one palm, he suddenly woke up.

"The breath of death! The boundless darkness! No, this is the test of the Chaos and Forefacial Tribulation!"

The only trace of reason left in He Wuhen's soul made him wake up and give up the idea of ​​suicide.

His mentality began to recover and gradually became stronger.

He understood that this was the test of Chaos and Faith Tribulation. He sneered on the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes and sat quietly in place.

He began to practice martial arts, calm his emotions, purify his mind and soul, and become calm.

"Haha... Although darkness and loneliness do make people desperate."

"But on the way to immortality, what is accompanied by the strong is loneliness and darkness, difficulties and ups and downs."

"If I can't even walk through this hurdle, I'm not firm enough, so what qualifications are I to live forever?"

Millennium years later, He Wuhen finally calmed down, like a rock, sitting motionless in the darkness.

Let the years pass silently, darkness drowns him, and loneliness continues to invade.

But he still remained sober, held the Yuan and guarded the first, neither arrogant nor impatient, nor worried or afraid.

Three million years later, all the darkness finally disappeared.

He Wuhen opened his eyes and returned to his mind. He realized that he was still sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​clouds above Tiantai Mountain.

Everything just now was a dream and an illusion. In fact, only three months have passed since the Qingtian Continent.

The gray hurricane that surrounded him had already dissipated most of the time and its power was much weaker.

"Haha, it seems that I have passed the first test of the Chaos No Formation Tribulation, and since then I have extremely firm beliefs and tenacious will."

"But I don't know, what threats and tests do this chaos and formless catastrophe have?"

He Wuhen smiled slightly, closed his eyes again, used his skills to practice, and kept the spiritual platform clear and bright.

Not long after, he lost his will again and entered a dream.

This time the dream is no longer boundless darkness, but in an extremely ancient and vast prehistoric era.

On the vast continent, there are no majestic and prosperous cities and magnificent palaces.

There are only endless grasslands and forests, and countless huge monsters in it live in it.

The tenacious human warriors, wearing animal skins, holding spears and simple bows and arrows, shuttled through the jungle and mountains, hunting monsters in groups.

In the small village built with stones and wood, there are tribes where humans gather and live.

The elderly, children and women guard the village, dressed in tattered clothes, spoke ancient and obscure language, and used branches to draw pictographic characters on the ground.

He Wuhen was finally sure that this was the prehistoric era before the ancient times.

It is the ancient era that is rarely mentioned in ancient legends, without civilization and history, and unknown.

Of course, some people even say that the prehistoric era was the earliest era after the beginning of the world.

At the same time, it was also a great era with many gods, the most magnificent and tragic times.

"Strange, why did I feel a little throbbing in my soul when I saw the scenes of the prehistoric era, as if I had seen it before, and I was a little familiar?"

He Wuhen was puzzled and puzzled.

The picture changed and soon came to the sky.

There were two powerful people fighting in the sky where the thunder was covered with thunder and the wind was howling.

They were two men, one of whom was a human young man, wearing an animal leather apron and a shawl, holding a peerless treasure sword in both hands and a great sword.

He has a handsome face, a slender and elegant body, and a righteous spirit all over his body.

Another middle-aged powerful man, who is tall and tall, is not as strong as a human, has an extremely powerful aura, is domineering and high above.

He had white hair all over his head, had golden eyes, and a pair of golden wings behind him, and a golden spear in his hand.

For some reason, He Wuhen inexplicably disliked and hated the middle-aged man with white hair, golden eyes and golden wings.

But the young man in simple clothes made him feel friendly.

The two were fighting in the sky, fighting to the darkness of the sky and the sun and the moon were shattered.

He Wuhen was so shocked that he was so shocked that he couldn't help himself.

He really couldn't imagine how powerful the two powerful men were.

I saw the young man in his hand waving the sword in his hand, tearing the million-mile sky into two halves, turning into a black void.

The middle-aged man with white hair and golden eyes was slashed away by his sword and let out an angry roar.

With a wave of his hand, he grabbed nine huge stars from the black void.

Every star is a big world, with mountains, rivers, jungle and grassland, and countless demons and creatures on it.

"My God! That star is a big world that is comparable to the Tianwu World. He actually grabbed nine of them at will?"

What shocked He Wuhen even more happened. The middle-aged man with white hair and golden eyes surged with golden light in his hands, turning the nine stars into light balls, containing the power to destroy the world.

"boom!"

The white-haired middle-aged man waved out nine balls of light, and blasted them hard at the young man of the human race, causing a deafening sound.

The human youth was hit by two balls of light, and his body suddenly burst into pieces, turning into blood rain fragments all over the sky.

However, the infinite fragments quickly condensed and restored their true colors.

The young humans were not seriously injured except for their pale face and great power consumption.

The two of them fought over the sky again, smashing the sky millions of miles into void.

The battlefield between the two moved to the black void.

The two sides chased each other and fought hard to distinguish. I don’t know how many star fields I crossed along the way, and it seemed that I had to travel all over the entire universe.

The white-haired middle-aged attack was very domineering, and the spear contained the power to suppress all ages and destroy everything.

Often, he can knock the young man away with one shot.

Then he picked up his golden spear and turned the nearby stars and small world into balls of light and blasted towards the young people of the human race.

The young human race can often get rid of danger by holding swords and using all kinds of superb and magical magic techniques.

But unfortunately, as time goes by, he gradually falls at a disadvantage and is suppressed and beaten by the white-haired middle-aged man.

One hundred thousand years later, the human youth were covered in scars and covered in blood, and their strength became extremely scarce.
To be continued...