Red Heart Survey

Jiang Wang galloped in the light of Si Yu'an's sword, and he had already left the waters of the previous battle, and also crossed the waters of the Blood River, which is regarded as the boundary river of the rootless world... The door of the world of mortals can already be seen ahead.

Hearing such extremely chaotic, extremely noisy, extremely upside-down, yet clear voices.

There was a kind of "epiphany" in his heart.

But this kind of epiphany is not an understanding of the ultimate truth of life, nor an insight into the principles of the Dao.

It is sitting under the bodhi tree withered, until the bodhi leaves are also withered, and dust is piled up all over the body, and at a certain moment, a sudden feeling of tranquility arises.

All thoughts are lost.

The so-called true meaning of life is that life is boring, life is useless, seeking without gain, living without benefit.

At this moment, he understands forward very well, and even goes one step further than forward.

He just wants to die.

Once enlightened, the heart is as dead ashes.

Fortunately, Si Yu'an's sword light moved slightly at this moment, breaking his dead silence.

This body has stepped onto the door of the world of mortals, and the fear is still in my heart.

The so-called Gate of the Red Dust hangs over the sea of ​​evil, surrounded by blood rivers on all sides.

At first glance, this door is not very impressive. What is condensed in the light and shadow is the appearance of an ordinary wooden door. There is also an upside-down "Fu" on the door. The color of the red paper is a bit old. up.

The festive wishes of ordinary people are blessings and disasters.

It is appropriate to suppress "misfortune" with "blessing".

It's just that when you stare at the door, you can see the mottled traces of time from the ordinary wooden texture. If you pay more attention, you can still see rows of rapidly changing lettering on the door panel.

Handwriting is immature.

Or "Li's Little Tiger's Family"

Or "Furen Town House House"

Or say "A Wan owes me a fruit"

Or say "I am a big idler"

In short, they are all urchins raving, hand lettering and graffiti.

It may not have any meaning, but it is a real world of smoke and fire.

Children play and the old man laughs.

This door is separated from the sea of ​​evil, and the world of mortals is on the other side.

This door of the world of mortals stands in the water of disaster, but it does not belong to the water of disaster. The other half of it stands in the human world, but it is also isolated from the human world.

It is not defined by space or time, nor does it represent who or which group, it is just a door, a door leading to the world.

Rolling red dust, just behind this door.

But the door is closed tightly, no outsiders are welcome.

If this door is not opened, the living beings in this world will pass by themselves.

It looks like a small door, but it doesn't make people feel crowded when several real monarchs who are as powerful as mountains and seas pass through.

A door is like a sky, with its own world,

If you want to find a relatively appropriate description in Jiang Wang's cognition, the door of the world of mortals itself is quite similar to a miniature lost world. Across the sea and the sea.

In this door, Jiang Wang and Si Yu'an looked back at the disaster.

But it can be seen that the whole rootless world is making waves again.

That kind of peace no longer exists, and the laws of heaven and earth left by the great legalist master Wu Bing have been broken in an instant.

Dark clouds are rolling, roaring all over the world.

The waves are like anger, hitting the water peaks one after another, supporting the sky!

The situation in Niehai is visible to the naked eye, and everything is falling irretrievably. The abyss is not just a description, but can be equated to the Niehai itself at this moment.

Si Yu'an, Wu Bingji, Chen Pu, these are all great masters, well-known top powerhouses in the world, but they can only temporarily choose to leave.

Even a three-year-old child should know what not to do.

But at this moment, the mountain-moving real person Peng Chongjian broke free from Huo Shiji's hand, and turned around on the blood boat.

"Sovereign, please come back! There is still a boundary before the Blood River, how can no one guard it? Let me be here!"

While speaking, he pulled out the black hairpin on top of his head, raised his hand and shook it forward.

This black hairpin leaves the hand like a flying sword, screaming and smashing through the space!

But when I saw it, it rose against the wind, and it covered the sky and the sun in an instant.

The towering old trees and jagged rocks are famous mountains and scenic spots. The overall shape of this mountain is like a sitting tiger, towering overlooking all directions... It is the Taiyi Mountain whose main peak is 8,000 feet high and the mountain stretches for thousands of miles!

There used to be famous mountains in the Xia Kingdom, and many literati left poems to praise them. Once it was pulled away, there are still people singing elegy.

Now descending on the Nie Hai, Huang Huang is falling, and its momentum is comparable to that of the sky.

Look at this posture, Peng Chongjian actually wants to use his own strength to fight against the changes in the disaster, to fill the sea with mountains... Regardless of the possibility, how extreme is this situation!

As expected of a person who was once able to compete with Xiang Fengqi, he is indeed unique.

Mount Taiyi crushed the cumulus clouds and fell rumbling down, as if covering the entire sky!

The rumbling sound of the giant mountain breaking through the sky was almost at the same time as the sound of chanting Bodhi. Collide and resonate with each other.

But at the next moment, the towering giant mountain that fell at a high speed stopped suddenly in mid-air!

After the huge waves dissipated, it was a hand that held up the mountain.

An indescribable, indescribable hand propped up Mount Taiyi!

The reason why this hand is indescribable and indescribable is because when it appeared in the field of vision, Jiang Wang's phantom body of the red makeup mirror collapsed directly.

There is no room for struggle at all.

Even the fifty-mile radius that the red makeup mirror has always been able to see has been completely dimmed, and no longer remains in the field of vision.

Jiang Wang couldn't see anything with the power of a semi-finished product.

I could only vaguely feel that it was the outline of a hand.

It cannot be described by a monk at the level of God's presence!

But with Si Yu'an's cultivation base, of course he can see the "truth", which is a hand with well-proportioned joints, full of flesh and blood, and ruddy color.

Lively as if it came from a normal "person".

This freshness made him frown slightly.

The thatched sword at the waist screamed for no reason.

Face the hand.

Even he couldn't suppress his sword intent!

Then a strong Daoist like him saw that hand pushing up casually.

boom!

Mount Taiyi, which stretches for thousands of miles, was directly smashed to pieces on the spot!

Regardless of the rocks, soil, or giant trees and high cliffs, they were all shattered in an instant, turning into tens of millions of tons of fine black sand, pouring down the sky!

This Mount Taiyi is a famous mountain that was moved from the Xia Kingdom. Peng Chongjian took advantage of the power of the Liang Kingdom to restore the country, pulled out the roots of the mountain, supported itself in the palm, and turned it into a black hairpin. It has been decades.

Over the past few decades, we have been nourishing and tempering every day.

With his cultivation as a real person in the world and his supernatural powers of moving mountains, he managed it carefully and carved it for a long time.

It is taller, more majestic, and more solid than the original Taiyi Mountain, and it is of course stronger in battle. Much stronger!

After Peng Chongjian's refinement, every plant, every tree, every rock and mud on this mountain has its own mighty power.

It can be said that this Taiyi mountain hairpin is a rare magical weapon in the world that can play a role in real-life battles. Although it is not comparable to the treasure of the cave, it can be regarded as the limit of manpower.

Especially at this moment, under the full urging of Peng Chongjian himself, he is infinitely close to the power of Yan Dao. It might as well try to challenge the True Monarch like Xiang Fengqi did back then.

But it is such a Taiyi Mountain.

However, with a slight push by this hand, it was completely crushed!

Since then, there has been no known Taiyi in the world.

The power of a real person moving mountains no longer exists.

The black sand in the sky entered the water, and the waters that had been cleaned up by several Yan Dao Zhenjun before became turbid in an instant. The broken sand in Taiyi Mountain has become the carrier of evil thoughts, and once again caused a large area of ​​pollution to the clean water.

And Peng Chongjian himself fell on his back, his aura rapidly declined, and several cracks appeared in Dongzhen's body, like a piece of porcelain that was about to break.

Stronger than a real person like Peng Chongjian, just an indirect confrontation has already become like this!

Blood River True Monarch Huo Shiji pushed him at this very moment. The hazy blood shrouded Peng Chongjian, forcibly closing the gap in his body, and pushed him, together with the blood boat under him, directly into the gate of the world of mortals.

Huo Shiji himself suddenly turned around, turned his back to the blood boat, and faced the black quicksand all over the sky, and the living hand in the quicksand.

Si Yu'an raised a sword light, which circled the flying blood boat, without saying anything else.

"Sect Master Huo! It doesn't have to be like this!" Chen Pu, who was also standing in the gate of the world of mortals, shouted loudly: "This matter can still be undone!"

Huo Shiji faced the turbulent sea of ​​evil alone, facing the terrifying existence that had stretched out a hand, leaving only the back of everyone in the gate of the world of mortals with the blood-colored Taoist robe curling up.

"Fellow Daoists!"

His voice spread across Nie Hai: "This matter may be undone, and this responsibility cannot be shirked. I, Huo Shiji... deceived fellow Taoists!"

How do you say that?

Surprised in Jiang Wang's heart, he raised his eyes to look at Si Yu'an, but the Jiange Pavilion Master was expressionless, as if he had already guessed something.

Huo Shiji's voice continued: "What happened today is actually the negligence of my Blood River Sect."

"At this moment, I have to admit to you all. It is the real people in my teaching who spy on the way to develop the Tao, and act recklessly in the water of disaster. They have ambitions, but they are out of control, and only then did they inspire Bodhi Evil Patriarch!"

"I thought I could calm it down by my own strength, so I kept it secret until the Dao Yan level's evil view appeared, and finally there was nothing to hide."

"But I'm still lucky."

"Aiding fellow Taoists from all directions, I want to use the power of the lords to quell the disaster. But I took the opportunity to erase the relevant traces and attribute this matter to the spontaneous change of the disaster, so as to preserve the reputation of my Blood River Sect."

Everyone in the Gate of the Red Dust was silent, listening to him explain the ins and outs of today's situation. Many previously incomprehensible places were confirmed one by one at this time.

Why did the disaster suddenly change, and there was no warning before.

Why did the Blood River Sect manage to make the situation worse after so many years in charge of Huoshui. And why, the Blood River Sect didn't ask for help until the situation had evolved to this point.

All questions have answers.

Although there are still some details that have not been clarified.

But Huo Shiji deliberately didn't make it clear, presumably it was also to protect the real person in his teaching.

Wu Bing was expressionless and didn't say a word.

As gentle as Chen Pu, there was anger in his eyes, but apart from the anger, there was also sadness.

Huo Shiji continued: "Because I was dishonest and dishonest, you failed to trace the source, and finally the situation deteriorated to this point!"

"I was still thinking about retreating to the gate of the world of mortals, giving up the realm of the river of blood, and using the rest of my life to rebuild the glory of ten thousand years... But Peng Hufa's desperate fight woke me up."

"The blood river is bounded by countless disciples of our blood river sect who have worked hard for 54,000 years. It is also the sacrifice of countless benevolent people here for the past 54,000 years. Who am I, Huo Shiji? Why should I give it up? What is the honor and disgrace of my life and death, Huo Shiji, compared to the hundreds of millions of souls who died to cure the disaster?"

"The matter has come to this point, and the sky is irreparable. This is all the crime of Huo Shi and one person, and I am willing to bear it all! Today's matter, but this is the end, I hope you will not blame me Xuehemen."

"After I die, please protect the mountain gate on your behalf. The Blood River Sect's 54,000 years of honor will definitely not disappear today."

"My generation will go to the battlefield, and the mountains and rivers will have successors."

Huo Shiji hangs high in the sky, with his back to the crowd, his blood-colored Taoist robes flying like flags.

In the end, he shouted repeatedly: "Is the sky guilty of me? Is the sky guilty of me?"

Respond loudly: "I'm guilty of myself!"

After he said all this in a loud voice, he just shook his body and turned into a blood-colored giant in an instant. Its body is covered with Dao principles, blood patterns show the principles of heaven and earth, and chaos has its own world. His life practice is all revealed at this moment.

He strode swiftly through the disaster, and crashed directly into the vast flying sand!

It was the color of blood that could not be covered by flying sand and turbid water.

So bright and bright in this rootless world that has darkened again.

He rushed to the center of the evil sea.

His fist slammed down like a mountain, hitting the raised palm in the center of the troubled water.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The entire Nie Hai continued to make explosion sounds.

Thousands of feet high waves roared again and again.

In the midst of the turbulent waves, in the never-ending Bodhi Buddha, his voice is so magnificent——

"One evil calamity in three hundred and thirty-three years, you will come again when it is due!"

boom!

The last earth-shattering loud noise.

The blood-colored giant that was ten thousand feet tall suddenly collapsed, turning into a torrential river of blood, and collapsed in the boundless misfortune!

He jumped up from the disaster again!

This ten thousand zhang river of blood roars like a dragon, rampaging in this rootless world, sweeping away all directions.

All evil views, bad sounds of Bodhi, and endless negativity were all swept away by this terrifying power, and all were suppressed and killed!

At this moment, the terrifying power revealed by it has completely surpassed Jiang Wang's limit of feeling.

And the Wanzhang Blood River itself was also shrinking at an astonishing speed, and disappeared suddenly.

After the lingering roar of the town's evil sea was completely eliminated, the rootless world also became quiet at the same time.

I can only see-

The vast black clouds opened.

Ninety thousand miles, the storm is flat.

What a turbid sea.

The blood is so clean!

...

A strong man of Yan Dao, the true king of the world, a powerful existence standing on the top of the extraordinary, just died in the sea of ​​evil.

No one had ever imagined it before!

It's not a calamity, it's not a catastrophe.

The dignified and powerful man at the top of the world died on such an ordinary day.

Before the disaster came, what Jiang Wang imagined was just a difficult battle, at most, the danger involved the level of the truth.

Illusion of life and death, there is no one more impermanent like this!

Because Huo Shiji did not perish in this world, he failed to arouse the sympathy of heaven and earth, and there was no grand funeral that matched the true king of the world.

But who can say that the scene in front of you is not grand enough?

Chen Pu sighed, turned and walked into the door of the world of mortals.

Wu Bingji still didn't say a word, silently watching this rootless world.

"It's brilliant, what do you think?" Xu Ximing asked with the six-foot plow sword slanted on his back.

Jiang Wang didn't reply.

"Let's go." In the end, Si Yu'an just said so.

With a light flick of the grass sword, he walked towards the door.

Before being swept away by Jian Guang, Jiang Wang glanced back at Huoshui one last time.

huh huh huh.

huh huh huh~

Niehai is divided into three layers in the field of vision.

The complex and turbid far away stretches without end.

A little far away is clear and white, mighty enough to be thousands of miles away.

As well as the nearby Bloody Boundary River flowing around the Gate of the Red Dust, the waves roll back and forth randomly. Not happy for anyone, not sad for anyone.

Only the blood color seemed to be three points brighter.