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Chapter 820 There is no afterlife at all, I'm such a bitch

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    Qin Yang sniffed spirit incense and added wine, and the smell was a little drifting.

    But at this moment, I finally realized that something was wrong.

    The novelist is like a different person, the whole person is completely different from the temperament to the momentum, just like

    Come alive.

    Qin Yang also had no choice but to give up the spirit wine, and quickly circulated his power to melt away the spirit of the wine. With a jolt, his consciousness became extremely clear.

    "You want to help me jump over the sky?"

    "I want to know, compared to the story behind the sky, whether I can jump over it is not important anymore.

    I don't know how long I have been here, I have forgotten the time, I only know that it has been a long, long time, so long that many of my memories have disappeared.

    I don't remember anyone jumping over the sky. I once thought that this might be the end of the sinking Black Sea and the end of the world.

    But such an ending is too hopeless.

    I want to see something different, I can try it, let you jump over and see the world after death.

    Give me a story with an ending I can accept.  "

    The novelist speaks very sincerely, but also desperately.

    If he could only maintain the present state forever, he would rather disappear completely.

    However, the reality is that he can't even disappear, he can only maintain this appearance here.

    From ancient times, it has continued to this day, and it may continue until a long, long time later.

    Not seeing hope is the most desperate thing.

    When this despair can be prolonged indefinitely, that is the real torture.

    Qin Yang was silent, he didn't know how to refuse.

    After all, this matter is good for him.

    He also doesn't want to become like a novelist, sitting here day after day, with his consciousness falling into silence for a long time, only remembering the last thing to do.

    Even if there is nothing behind the sky, it is a real disappearance, it is better than becoming a novelist.

    Whether it's life or death, it's better than waiting for death.

    Of course, this is only out of pros and cons.

    He felt that this matter seemed to be possible, and the most important reason was the current state of the novelist.

    Just like resurrection, the radiance is overwhelming, the momentum is compelling, the energy is condensed into one, and the big pen is in hand, as if you are in charge of the universe.

    Qin Yang doesn't know what this state is, but he can refer to it from another place.

    The big pen he got was taken back by the novelist!

    The big brush picked up with the skill flew back automatically, and it was automatically repaired!

    This is outrageous.

    Never seen this before.

    If it weren't for the fact that he was dead now, and he was in this ghost state of being neither alive nor dead, Qin Yang would have been blown out of his hair a long time ago.

    Qin Yang feels that the novelist's current state may mean that he is finally about to take the last step.

    To truly enter the Tao, step into the realm of the Twelve Masters who build their own Tao.

    "Whether it works or not, in a word, if it doesn't work, I'll change someone else."

    What else can Qin Yang say, the man in front of him exudes arrogance even in the reflection of the Mediterranean Sea.

    "become."

    The novelist has a solemn face, holding a large pen in his hand, and started writing on that book.

    Along with Qin Yang's story, it starts here.

    "Compared to dying, Qin Yang is more unwilling to live in a situation where he cannot die. If he is strong, he should make a leap and divide his life and death. Qin Yang"

    As the novelist begins to write, the large pen in his hand emits a radiant light, and every word is like writing the story of the world itself.

    Qin Yangming knew what the novelist was doing, but what the novelist wrote was indeed in line with his current thinking.

    With firm belief, he stepped out of the lonely boat and walked towards the top of the sky. All the power stored in his body seemed to have recovered at this moment.

    There is also an indescribable mighty power that blesses him and makes him move towards the top of the sky.

    The stories written by the novelist began to turn into reality, working together with Qin Yang.

    After stepping out with one foot, huge resistance came, Qin Yang leaned forward, and lifted one foot with great effort.

    The moment he stepped out of the sky, Qin Yang felt that his foot was indeed stepping into not the sinking Black Sea, but other places.

    The death energy all over his body exploded together with the power of the inventory, and Qin Yang's body moved forward bit by bit.The thought of Yang Yang spread out, turned into a golden filament, and plunged into the abyss.

    Other dead spirits, regardless of whether they have self-awareness or not, know at this moment who the real hero is for them to cross the sky.

    A little bit of golden light merged into that golden thread, and the golden thread was continuously extended and thickened.

    Slowly extended to the novelist.

    Seeing a golden thick hemp rope falling in front of him, the novelist was slightly taken aback, then laughed loudly, put away the large pen and books, grabbed the hemp rope, dragged his body, and finally leaped across the sky.

    Flew up from the abyss.

    The novelist stood on the edge of the abyss, looked up at the sky, and looked at this dark and desolate world, which at first glance was no different from the Black Sea.

    Before they had time to be happy, they heard a sharp neighing from a distance.

    The black ant that rushed up at the beginning, the fallen leaves were sucked in by a vortex, the body of the black ant was swallowed by a sheet of foam, and after just a few breaths, it completely melted into the foam and disappeared without a trace.

    The novelist was pleasantly surprised.

    "He could die completely!"

    What they are looking for is not that they can make their own choices, including being able to die completely.

    How can you not like it now.

    Qin Yang looked at the piece of foam with a weird expression, and then slowly twisted, as if he was abnormal.

    He knows what that is

    Because he has heard that there will be some weird traps in the sea, which can ravage the soul and make everything disappear.

    I don't know which necromancer who can't die, made the setting.

    Looking up at the dark sky again, there is only the sky light from nowhere, illuminating the whole world slightly. It seems that there will never be such a thing as the sun.

    Qin Yang wished he could slap himself.

    "I'm really cheap." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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