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A group of monks began to cross the sea, preparing to climb the ladder.

There were no ships on the sea of ​​blood, but it was not difficult for them to walk on the water. Sure enough, everyone stepped on the sea of ​​blood and did not sink, but marched forward on the sea of ​​blood.

The first person who entered the sea of ​​blood soon reached more than ten steps away. The sea of ​​blood was rolling and the waves were raging, but they did not hurt this person. Seeing that the first person was not in danger, everyone's expressions became excited, and then Quickly entered the sea of ​​blood, and quickly walked towards the center of the sea.

I don't know if it was because of the crowd, or because they were walking too fast, but some monks gradually lost control of their strength and fell towards the sea of ​​blood.

Zi Chen looked at the team crossing the sea like a tide, and was a little lost. Many years ago, in his eyes, a human being was like a sky. This level was not something that Zi Chen could see at all. In Zi Chen's view, Human Origin Realm is too rare, almost comparable to a treasure.

But many years later, when Zichen reached this realm, he discovered that the existence of the Human Origin Realm is comparable to the Chinese cabbage in the world, and it is really innumerable.

Sure enough, only when you reach a certain height can you see something.

"I don't know if one day when I reach the earth element realm, the extremely rare earth element powerhouses will flood like Chinese cabbage." Zi Chen thought to himself, but it is not realistic to think about this question, because how many people can there be in this world? Diyuanjing.

But without reaching that realm, how would Zi Chen know how many Yuan realms there are in this world.

Zi Chen, who was distracted, soon woke up, because he made a very important discovery.

That is, the monks who fell into the sea of ​​blood before did not appear again, none of them, they fell into the sea of ​​blood, as if they sank to the bottom of the sea all at once, and they did not show their heads once.

The sea of ​​blood was howling, but Zichen couldn't hear the sound of the waves beating, and the monk was falling, but Zichen didn't hear the sound of plopping.

It was as if the entire world had become surprisingly quiet, surprisingly dead silent, and strange at the same time.

The monks who crossed the sea of ​​blood all had the same expression, neither happy nor sad. It was difficult for people to see some disadvantages from their faces, but seeing that many companions fell and did not get up, their expressions should have changed.

But no, they looked very calm, even very focused.

Zi Chen could see them clearly,

Seeing their calm and focused expressions, the two sides are not far apart, but he feels that the two sides are far apart, as if they are in two worlds, and what they see is clear and vague, full of contradictions.

Finally, a monk took a step back halfway, but this small step was so obvious among the monks who were all advancing.

The attention of Zi Chen and his group immediately fell on this monk, and he quickly took another step back, and then took a third step.

Stepping back three steps, a bright light suddenly shot out from his body, and then his figure disappeared into the sea of ​​blood out of thin air.

A person disappears out of thin air.

Just when Zichen and his group didn't understand this situation, as if a chain reaction had started, various lights lit up from all directions in the sea of ​​blood, and each light that came on represented the disappearance of a monk.

These disappeared monks all had one thing in common, they all took three steps back at the same time.

But where did they go after disappearing.

Apart from Zi Chen, there are still many monks who have not entered the sea, and they are wondering about this question at the moment, but obviously, they have not entered the heavenly realm.

If you fall into the sea of ​​blood, you will never come up again, and you will disappear if you step back. It is obvious that the only right way is to move forward.

"There is no sound from the sea of ​​blood, and the sea of ​​anger is still rolling. There should be no sound. The biggest possibility is that the sound is blocked. It should form a system of its own, or a small world." Lu Peng looked at the front and said seriously.

"Maybe they have encountered some kind of formation. They are currently in the formation. If they want to break the formation, they can only go forward. If they fall or retreat, they will disappear."

"They will slip into the sea. Could it be that they have encountered something that frightened them, and they will retreat. Could it be that they have encountered something that is not feasible."

Without entering the sea of ​​blood, all guesses from the outside world are useless. Only by personal experience can we know what they foresaw, why they stumbled, and why they retreated.

After watching for a long time but not seeing Mingtang, Zichen and others decided to cross the sea. During this period, various forces kept transmitting voices to their companions in the sea, but they didn't get any response. Zichen naturally gave up the idea of ​​going in by himself while others waited.

Everyone moved forward and stepped into the sea of ​​blood.

As soon as you step on it, a force will naturally appear to support your body. It is said that you are stepping on a sea of ​​blood, but in fact it is no different from flat ground.

Zi Chen stepped into the sea of ​​blood, and then saw the sea of ​​fire. He was in the sea of ​​fire, surrounded by flames, and the pungent burnt smell came into his breath, making Zi Chen almost suffocate.

Looking at the surrounding flames and the scorched corpses on the ground, Zi Chen frowned, because he was familiar with the extremely cruel scene in front of him.

Zichen has killed countless people in his life, but the incidents of setting fire after killing are really rare, and it is so rare that he can't remember it at all.

"It's a hallucination." Zi Chen tried hard to recall whether he had killed someone or let it go, but he couldn't remember, thinking it was a hallucination.

The temperature of the surrounding flames was clearly transmitted to the senses. He tried to take a step forward, but accidentally stepped on a dry branch that had not been ignited, making a clear clicking sound.

Everything is very real, but Zi Chen can't remember when he killed these people.

He stepped forward step by step, looked around, looked into the distance, and then saw some buildings burning with flames. It looked like a sect here, but it had been cleaned, and there were a few heart-piercing sounds from the flames. Screaming for help.

Zi Chen tried hard to recall the sects that had vendetta against him and received due retribution, and finally thought of Wu Zong.

"Could it be Wu Zong." Zi Chen walked through the flames, trying to find some clues.

Suddenly, his expression froze, and his eyes were fixed on the front. There, a huge plaque was on fire, but the writing on the plaque could barely be seen.

Lingwuzong.

A name that was hidden in Zi Chen's heart, almost forgotten by him, and a memory that was about to disappear suddenly flooded into Zi Chen's mind like a tide.

Scenes from many years ago emerged. It wasn't him who killed someone, but someone who killed his sect.

"That's right, this is Lingwuzong, where my master's school is. It was destroyed by Wuzong back then. The elder Taishang was killed, and the master of the punishment hall was also killed."

The memory in Zichen's mind overlapped with the sea of ​​fire in front of him.

Sure enough, in less than a moment, he heard a very familiar shout, and a figure passed through the sea of ​​flames. It was a young man, who looked extremely young, and rushed into the sea of ​​flames with grief on his face, and began to call out the name of his friend. Then began to rummage among the corpses.

"The Supreme Elder."

"Hallmaster."

"Sue Lin."

"Su Mengyao."

Zi Chen quietly looked at this young and immature Zi Chen, at himself back then, at the despair on his face after seeing a female corpse.

Although this scene looked weird, Zi Chen watched calmly.

The scene of the extermination of the sect reappeared, the young man was very sad, but Zi Chen was very calm, and now he can be sure that this is a phantom formation.

In the sea of ​​blood, Zi Chen's expression was calm, and his steps were also very calm. The span of each step was the same, and he walked towards the center of the sea of ​​blood.

During this period, some people still fell into the sea, and some people still disappeared, but Zi Chen seemed not aware of it, and walked forward slowly but firmly.

Just like what happened in the real world, the boy didn't find the living person he wanted to live, and then he met Wu Zong's people and started his escape career.

In this life of escape, he has been injured, killed people, eaten tough wild fruits, raw meat, and grass, and has been subdued and strong.

It seems that the scene reappeared, and Zichen saw the small mountain village again, saw the young Wang Xian'er, Wang Qiong, Wang Shan, and Wang Shi who had been dead for many years.

Then I saw the monk again, and I saw Su Mengyao and Lin Xue in Cangli City, and met more people.

Zichen didn't know what this illusion wanted to express. There were very few warm images, most of them were killing, blood, and desperate and indifferent faces.

Despair is those people who were killed by Zi Chen, and the indifferent face is naturally Zi Chen.

At the end, bloody scenes appeared in front of Zichen, with headless corpses flying upside down, human heads rolling down, expressions of unrepentant death, blood stains on the ground turned into ghosts due to deep resentment, dantians that blew themselves up in despair because of unwillingness All kinds of scenes, all kinds of blood.

These people were all killed by Zi Chen, but Zi Chen only remembered a few of them, he didn't remember the appearance and names of most of them, but he killed them.

The murder scene in front of me is still being demonstrated, like a fast shot, but even if it is deliberately speeded up, it has only reached the scene of Zichen Danyuan.

Because all the way up to now, Zichen has killed too many people, like hemp, countless people.

In addition to the image, there is a voice echoing in Zichen's ears, this voice is resentment, crying, and demanding his life, like a ghost or ghost, constantly floating around him and talking in his ear.

Looking at the bloody scene in front of him, listening to all kinds of life-threatening sounds coming from his ears, as well as the voice that ruthlessly spoke of Zichen's various crimes like the way of heaven.

Zichen was expressionless, watching the immature Zichen in front of him marching towards maturity, watching enemies being killed one by one, listening to the sound of death and the sound of condemnation from the Daoist. He watched everything quietly, with a calm expression.

Just like that, Zichen frowned and gradually felt impatient after seeing so many killing scenes, he looked at the void and said calmly: "I don't know what you are going to tell me, or what mistakes you want me to realize, Or let my heart be dusted. No matter what purpose you report, I want to say that I have no regrets for what I have done in this life."

Zi Chen shouted: "I have a clear conscience, so I have no regrets."

No regrets reverberates in this world, the sound of life-demanding in Zichen's ears suddenly disappears, the sound of Dao condemning and punishing crimes disappears, the killing scene in front of him disappears, the illusion disappears, and the sea of ​​blood appears.