When this abyss spied on Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang was also spying on this bottomless, dark abyss. This abyss has also undergone some changes, and even these changes are still so curious.
This curious, eerie sight gradually changed in the abyss.
Everything in Mr. Wang's eyes was so psychedelic. I saw that the black qi at the bottom of this abyss was rolling, stirring, and surging wave after wave, without any sign of stopping.
"Ups and downs, sinking and falling, this abyss seems to be a pot of boiling, boiling water"! Mr. Wang sighed like this.
But at this time, Mr. Wang felt that he had an inexplicable abnormality. He always felt an inexplicable impulse that forced him to plunge himself into the abyss. Mr. Wang was obviously aware of this uncontrollable impulse, which became more and more intense in his heart.
At this time, although Mr. Wang was forced by such an impulse, fortunately he had a little bit of sanity, or there was still some sobriety that he would not be too impulsive.
So he took a step or two back a little, and then stopped. The heart that forced himself to be impulsive gradually calmed down.
In this way, Mr. Wang began to take a deep breath and exhaled deeply, hoping to achieve the peaceful state of mind of the past. Sure enough, the Emperor Tian did not pay off, and Mr. Wang finally returned to this peaceful state of mind. Facing this scene in front of you is no longer so impulsive.
He was also extremely pleased by this, and he said to himself: "This is also a success"!
When Mr. Wang, who had a calm mind, wanted to escape from this place the most at this time. But in the face of the current situation, Mr. Wang is so helpless. Ahead is a bottomless, scalp-tingling, pitch-black abyss in the ruins of a cliff. Behind him was the stone wall that crossed the city gate so high that it plunged into the clouds.
The situation that Mr. Wang is facing is neither before nor after.
At this time, he only had a sad face on his face, and his sad face stood there, as if waiting for the fall of heaven. It is also like having lost enthusiasm and hope for all the beauty of this world, and the ideal of moving forward is more like falling into endless contemplation and endless doubt, and endless hatred.
Mr. Wang was numb at the edge of this abyss, and his eyes shone without light.
At this time, his eyes were only endless darkness, as if this scene was the scene of the so-called end of the world.
He looked up at the sky and sighed, closed his frightened eyes tightly, and his hands drooped. His brain was endlessly blank, and he stood without waves. But at this moment, the good clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and these dark clouds changed sharply. It is like the waves in the sea raging unscrupulously.
It was so strange that it almost made a roar like a thousand horses. These dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, and the heavy suppression of Mr. Wang's heart was wandering on the verge of collapse.
At the same time, there have been some frightening changes in this abyss.