Cha Wang was galloping in the light of Si Yu'an's sword. He had already left the waters of the previous battle, and had also crossed the waters of the Blood River, which was regarded as the boundary river of the rootless world... The Gate of Mortal World was already visible in front of him.
Hearing such a voice that is extremely confusing, extremely mixed, and extremely reversed, but with a clear meaning.
An "epiphany" occurred in his mind.
But this kind of sudden enlightenment is not the understanding of the truth of life, nor the insight into the laws of the great road.
It's about sitting under the Shanti tree, with withered leaves drifting and dust gathering around me, and at a certain moment, a feeling of desolation suddenly arises.
Suddenly I felt all hopeless.
The true meaning of life is that life is boring, life is useless, seeking without getting anything, living without benefit,
At this moment he understands moving forward very well, even going further than moving forward.
He just wants to die.
Once you become enlightened, your heart becomes ashen as death
Fortunately, Si Yuan's sword light moved slightly at this moment, cutting through his dead mood.
This body has stepped into the world of mortals, and the fear is still in my heart.
The so-called gate of the world of mortals hangs over the sea of evil, with rivers of blood on all sides.
This door does not look very impressive at first glance. What is condensed in the light and shadow is the appearance of an ordinary wooden door. There is also an upside-down word "福" on the door. The color of the red paper is a bit old. .
Ordinary people's happy wishes mean good fortune but misfortune far away.
It is appropriate to use "blessings" to suppress "disasters".
But when you look at this door intently, you can see the mottled traces of time in the ordinary wooden texture. If you pay more attention, you can also see the lines of rapidly changing carvings on the door panel.
The handwriting is clumsy.
Or "Li's Little Tiger Family"
Or "Fu Ren Town House"
Or "Ah Wan owes me a fruit"
Or, "I am an idle person."
In short, they are just naughty boys talking and scribbling.
It may not have any meaning, but it is a real human atmosphere.
Children play and old men laugh.
This door is across the sea of evil, and the world of mortals is on the other side.
This gate of the world of mortals stands in the midst of disaster, but it does not belong to it. Its other half 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 any person or group. It is just a door, a door leading to the world.
The rolling world of mortals is just behind this door.
But the door is closed, no outsiders are welcome.
If this door is not opened, the living beings in this world will pass by themselves.
It looks like just a small door, but when several powerful True Lords pass through it, it doesn't feel crowded.
A door is like a square of sky, with its own boundary.
If one were to find a relatively appropriate description in Jiang Wang's cognition, the Gate of the Red World itself is quite similar to a miniature mysterious world. Across the sea and offshore.
In this gate, Chai Wang and Si Yu'an looked back at the disaster.
But I saw the whole rootless world was in turmoil again.
That kind of calm no longer exists, and the laws of heaven and earth left by the great master of Legalism Wu Bing were broken in an instant.
The dark clouds are rolling and roaring all around.
The waves are like anger, hitting the water peaks one after another, holding up the sky!
The situation in Niehai can be seen with the naked eye, everything is falling irrevocably. The abyss is not just a description, but can be equated with the Niehai itself at this moment.
Si Yu'an, Wu Bingji, Chen Pu, these are all great masters and top-notch experts known in the world, but they can only choose to leave temporarily.
Even a three-year-old child should know what is wrong.
But at this moment, Peng Sujian, the master of moving mountains, suddenly broke away from Huo Shiji's hand and turned around on the blood boat.
"Master, please come back! There is still a boundary before the Blood River. How can there be no one to guard it? Allow me here!"
As he spoke, he had already pulled out the black hairpin from his head, raised his hand and shook it forward.
The black sword left the hand like a flying sword, screaming through the space!
But I saw it rising in the wind, and in an instant it covered the sky and the sun.
The ancient trees are towering and the mountains and rocks are rugged. It is a famous mountain scenery. The overall shape of this mountain is like a sitting tiger, majestic and overlooking all directions... It is Taisheng Mountain with a main peak of 8,000 feet high and a mountain body that stretches for thousands of miles!
Once upon a time, there were many literati and poets praising the famous mountains in Xia Kingdom. Once it was pulled away, some people still lament about it.
Now it descends into the Niehai Sea, and the light falls, its power is comparable to that of the sky,
Look at this effort, Peng Chongjian actually wants to use his own strength to fight against the changes in the disaster and fill the sea with mountains... Regardless of the possibility, this effort is not extreme!
He was worthy of being a person who could once compete with Xiang Fengqi, and he was indeed unique in his ability.
Taisheng Mountain crushed thousands of miles of accumulated clouds and crashed down, as if the entire Heavenly Palace was covered!
The rumble of the huge mountain breaking through the sky was almost simultaneous with the voice of chanting Bodhi. They collide and resonate with each other.
But at the next moment, the giant Yi'e Mountain, which was falling rapidly, stopped in mid-air!
After the huge waves dissipated, it was a hand that held up the mountain.
An indescribable, indescribable hand held up Tai Ning Mountain!
The reason why this hand is indescribable and indescribable is because when it appeared in the field of vision, the phantom body of Chawang's red makeup mirror immediately collapsed.
There was no room for struggle at all.
Even the fifty-mile radius that the red makeup mirror had always been able to see into was completely dimmed and no longer remained in the field of vision.
Jiang Wang couldn't see anything with his half-finished eyesight.
I could only vaguely feel that it was the outline of a hand,
It cannot be described by monks at the divine level!
And with Si Yuan's cultivation level, he could certainly see the "truth", which was a hand with well-proportioned joints, full flesh and blood, and a ruddy color.
It's as vivid as if it came from a normal "person".
This freshness made him frown slightly.
The thatched sword on his waist made a sound for no reason.
Face this hand.
Even he can't suppress his sword intention!
Then a strong man like him saw that hand pushing up casually.
boom!
Taisheng Mountain, which stretched for thousands of miles, was directly pushed to pieces!
Regardless of the rocks, soil, or giant trees and cliffs, everything was instantly shattered and turned into tens of millions of tons of fine black sand, pouring down from the sky!
This Taiyi Mountain is a famous mountain that was moved from the Xia Kingdom. Peng Chongjian borrowed the power of the Liang Kingdom to restore the country, uprooted the roots of the mountain, raised it on its own, and turned it into a black brilliance that he could carry with him for decades.
Over the past few decades, I have been constantly nourishing and tempering every day.
With his cultivation as a real person in this world, his magical ability to move mountains, careful management and long-term carving,
It is taller, more majestic, and more solid than the original Taiyi Mountain. In battle, it is naturally more powerful. Much more powerful!
After Peng Chongtong's refining, every plant, tree, stone and mud on this mountain has its own great power.
It can be said that this Taisu Mountain Hairpin is a rare magical weapon in the world that can play a role in real-person battles. Although it is not as good as the treasure of the cave, it can still be regarded as the limit of human power.
Especially at this moment, under the full urging of Peng Chongjian himself, he is already infinitely close to the power of Xingdao. It is not impossible to try to challenge the true king like Xiang Fengqi did back then.
But it is such a Tai Ning Mountain.
But with a gentle push from this hand, it was completely shattered!
From now on, there is no doubt in the world.
A little bit of the power of the real person who can move mountains no longer exists.
The black sand from the sky entered the water. The water that had been cleansed by several Taoist Lords before became turbid in an instant. The broken sand from Taijia Mountain became the carrier of evil thoughts, once again causing large-scale pollution to the clean water.
Peng Sujian himself fell on his back, his breath fading rapidly, and several cracks appeared in Dongzhen's body, like a piece of porcelain that was about to break.
A powerful person like Peng Sujian has become like this after just one confrontation!
Blood River True Lord Huo Shiji pushed him away at this moment. The hazy blood light enveloped Peng Chongjian, forcibly closing the gap in his body, pushing him and the blood boat under him directly into the gate of the world of mortals.
Peng Sujian herself suddenly turned around, turned her back to the blood boat, and faced the black quicksand in the sky and the living hand in the quicksand.
Huo Shiji raised his finger and a sword light surrounded the flying blood boat without saying anything else.
"Sect Master Huo! It doesn't have to be like this!" Fang Ai, who was also standing at the gate of the mortal world, shouted quickly: "This matter can still be undone!"
Peng Chongjian faced the turbulent sea of evil alone, facing the terrifying existence that had stretched out a hand, leaving only the back of the people in the gate of the mortal world with the flowing blood-colored robes.
"Dear friends!"
His voice spread throughout the sea of evil: "This matter may be reversible, but this responsibility cannot be ignored. I, Peng Chongjian... have deceived all of you fellow Taoists!"
How do you say this?
Chen Pu was surprised and looked up at Huo Shiji. The master of the Jiange Pavilion showed no expression, as if he had already guessed.
Peng Chongjian's voice continued: "What happened today was actually due to my Blood River Sect's negligence."
"At this moment, I must deny it to you. It is the real person in my sect who is watching the path of expansion and doing things on his own in the disaster. He is ambitious but loses his control. Only then can he inspire the good and evil ancestors!"
"I thought I could calm it down by my own strength, so I kept it secret until the evil view of the Daoist level appeared, and finally I could no longer hide it."
"But I still have a sense of luck."
"I asked fellow Taoists from all walks of life to help me restore the disaster. I took the opportunity to erase the relevant traces and attributed the matter to the spontaneous changes of the disaster, so as to preserve the reputation of my Blood River Sect."
Everyone in the Gate of Mortals was silent, listening to him tell the ins and outs of today's situation. Many things that were previously unclear were confirmed one by one at this time.
Why did the disaster suddenly change with no warning before?
Why did the Blood River Sect, which had been in charge of trouble for so many years, allow the situation to deteriorate to this point, and why did the Blood River Sect wait until the situation reached this point before they were willing to ask for help.
All questions have answers.
Although there are still some details that have not been clarified.
But Peng Chongjian deliberately did not say anything vague, presumably to protect the real person in his sect.
Wu Bing's face was expressionless and he didn't say a word.
He is as gentle as Huo Shi, and there is anger in his eyes, but besides the anger, there is also sadness.
Peng Chongjian continued: "Because of my dishonesty, you were unable to successfully trace the source, and the situation eventually deteriorated to this point!"
"I was still prepared for the worst, thinking about retreating to the gate of the world of mortals, giving up the realm of blood rivers, and spending the rest of my life rebuilding glory for thousands of years... But Protector Peng's desperate fight woke me up."
"The blood river is the boundary that was created by countless disciples of our Blood River Sect, who worked hard for 54,000 years. It is also because of the sacrifices of countless people with lofty ideals in these 54,000 years that the red color of the blood river can be achieved !Who am I, Peng Chongjian? Why should I give it up? What does the honor and disgrace of my life and death, Peng Chongjian, mean? Can it be compared to the hundreds of millions of souls who died to control the disaster?"
"What has happened is irreparable. This is all the fault of me, Peng Chongjian, and I am willing to shoulder the blame! What happened today, but in the end, I hope you will not blame me, the people of Blood River Gate."
"After I die, I ask you all to come back and protect the mountain gate on my behalf. The Blood River Sect's 54,000-year honors will never dissipate today:"
"We will go to the battlefield, and the mountains and rivers will have their own successors."
Peng Chongjian is hanging high in the sky, with his back to everyone, his bloody Taoist robe hunting like a flag,
Finally, he shouted: "Is God guilty of me? Is God guilty of me?"
He responded loudly: "I am guilty of this!"
After he said this in a loud voice, he shook his body and instantly transformed into a blood-colored giant ten thousand feet tall. The blood lines all over his body reveal the principles of heaven and earth, and chaos has its own world. His lifelong practice is all revealed at this moment.
He strode quickly through the water and crashed directly into the vast flying sand!
It was the color of blood that could not be covered by flying sand or clear water.
So bright and bright in this rootless world that has become bright again.
He rushed to the center of the Niehai Sea
His fist came down like a mountain and hit the raised palm in the middle of the disaster.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
The entire sea of Nie continued to make explosion sounds.
Huge waves thousands of feet high roared up again and again.
Amidst the turbulence of the waves, and in the ever-stopping Shantifojie, his voice, Peng Chongjian, was so magnificent -
"Three hundred and thirty-three years of calamity, and you will come again at the end of the day!"
boom!
There was a final, earth-shattering bang.
The ten-thousand-foot-tall bloody giant suddenly collapsed and turned into a torrential river of blood, soaked in the vast misfortune!
Rising out of trouble again!
This river of blood is like a roaring dragon, rushing through this rootless world, sweeping away all directions.
All evil views, evil voices of Bodhi, and endless negativity were all swept away by this terrifying power and suppressed!
The terrifying power it displayed at this moment had completely exceeded Chen Pu's limit of perception.
And the river of blood itself is shrinking at an alarming speed, thousands of feet into a thousand, thousands of feet into one, Xiuran disappears.
When all the remaining sounds that filled the hard sea disappeared, the Wucheng world also became quiet at the same time.
All I can see is--
The vast black clouds opened.
Ninety thousand miles away, all storms are calm.
What a clear sea.
The vast blood color is so clean!
...
A strong practitioner of Taoism, the true king of this world, a weak existence standing at the pinnacle of the extraordinary, died in the sea of evil just like this.
No one could have imagined this before!
If it is not a calamity, there will be no great disaster.
The most powerful person in the world died on such an ordinary day.
Before the disaster came, what Chen Pu imagined was just a difficult battle, at most the two sides involved would be at the level of the cave.
The disillusionment of life and death is hard to come by, and there is nothing more impermanent than this!
Because Peng Chongjian did not die in this world, he failed to arouse the sorrow of the world, and there was no grand funeral worthy of the true king of this world.
But who can say that the scene in front of you is not grand enough?
Huo Shi sighed, turned around and walked into the gate of mortal world.
Wu Bing still didn't say a word, silently staring at this rootless world.
"It's very bleak, what do you think?" Xu Ximing asked, holding a six-foot cast plow sword at an angle.
Chen Pu did not reply.
"Let's go." Huo Shiji finally just said,
With a flick of the grass sword, he walked towards the door.
Before being swept away by the sword light, Chen Pu looked back at Huoshui one last time.
Hua Hua Hua.
Hua Hua Hua~
Niehai is divided into three layers in the field of vision.
The two poles are simple and clear, stretching to no end.
The turbid ground a little closer is vast and vast, covering thousands of miles.
As well as the blood-colored boundary river in the distance that flows around the gate of the world of mortals, the waves roll back and forth at will, not happy for anyone, not sad for anyone.
Only the blood color seems to be three points brighter.
