A year later, there was a long roar, like thunder exploding, roaring, rolling thunder, roaring wildly, the air in front of it was all broken under the invisible thunder, and it seemed that even the vacuum could not resist.
Immediately afterwards, a sword light flashed past, like a thin thread, cutting through the endless thunder waterfall with one sword strike. The sword light carried an astonishing edge and killed a dark beast that was ten feet in size.
"Howl~!"
The underworld beast let out a shrill scream, and its sword energy exploded, enveloping it with the power of powerful thunder, blowing its body into pieces in an instant.
"The speed of this sword is twice as fast as before, and the power of the sword move is also twice as strong! If we encounter King Chu Guan again, even if we don't have the strength to fight, we won't be as embarrassed as before."
Cheng Ling held the Dragon Ling Sword, with five fingers of one hand spread out, and countless purple thunder leaped and flashed, constantly gathering.
Over there, Bai Yu sensed the movement and hurried over. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Cheng Ling and said, "Ms. sir, you finally came out. It seems that the Thunder Falls has been of great help to you." No ads Net am~w~w.
Cheng Ling nodded and said, "Yes, I didn't expect to come here to look for the Demonic Blood Spirit Fruit and get such unexpected gains. How long have I been practicing?"
"Including the days in the blood river, it has been almost a year and a half."
Cheng Ling was shocked, time flew by so fast, so there were only more than three years left. From this point of view, there may not be enough time to go to Ksitigarbha's residence.
After a moment of silence, he said: "Bai Yu, it seems we have to change our plan. There are only three years left. After leaving the Netherworld, we still have to find the separated souls of Qingya and Qingyi. Time is too tight and I'm afraid there is nothing we can do. Looking for Ksitigarbha’s residence.”
"Yes, I just have something I want to tell you." After saying that, Bai Yu took out an egg-sized stone from the storage ring and handed it to Cheng Ling, and then said, "Look what this is? "
Cheng Ling took it and felt it was soft and crystal clear in his hand. He also felt a faint breath of reincarnation from inside. He couldn't help but ask: "Is this...?"
"This is what I got after killing those wronged souls and evil ghosts on the edge of the island for more than a year. Look, sir, there is a hint of reincarnation in it. This is the crystallization of reincarnation."
"Reincarnation crystal?"
"Yes, the role of the samsara crystal is the same as that of the flower of the other side. From it, we can understand a hint of the secret of reincarnation. Not only that, we can also learn from it and use the understanding of samsara to enhance the meaning of the other side."
Cheng Ling thought, this is a way. I felt the breath of the other side emanating from Bai Yu's body again, and it seemed to be a little stronger than before.
After a moment of silence, he said: "In that case, let's kill the innocent souls and evil ghosts here in the blood river for half a year! After half a year, no matter whether you can advance the Taoism on the other side to perfection, we have to leave."
Bai Yu felt happy and immediately agreed: "Okay!"
In this way, the two of them stayed in the depths of the blood river, constantly looking for the souls of their enemies and fighting the evil ghosts. More and more ghosts died in their hands, and the ghostly atmosphere lingering in the sky became even stronger.
Cheng Ling was waving the long sword in his hand, and the sword energy was like a rainbow. Currently, he was using an unknown sword technique, but he was just thinking about using his various powers to gather together and control deeper applications.
The lightning bursts, all blasting towards the surrounding ghosts and monsters. Each purple thunder light contains terrifying power and can easily destroy a mountain peak. Bai Yu, who is ten thousand meters away, can feel the terrifying power contained in it. .
Since practicing swordsmanship, his swordsmanship has become increasingly mature. By this time, he no longer sticks to the swordsmanship itself, but has a variety of clever moves at his fingertips.
In the previous battle with King Chuguan, the sword he struck out with a flash of inspiration in his mind was fused with a trace of the Dao of Judgment. At that time, he imagined that there were many kinds of artistic conceptions and mysteries that he knew. If they could be perfectly integrated with the swordsmanship, the power produced would inevitably be greater.
With Cheng Ling's current level of swordsmanship, he has tended to create his own swordsmanship. Although the swordsmanship taught by the Golden Page is contrary to heaven, after all, the swordsmanship that suits him is the strongest swordsmanship.
The body looks slow but is actually very fast, as if a breeze blows the willow branches, floating lightly towards a dark beast in front, and cuts out a sword lightly.
With a light sword, there is no place in the sky or on earth to avoid it. The next moment, the artistic conception of the swordsmanship suddenly changed. Thousands of thunders surged, countless thunder lights gathered like a sea, and finally condensed on the long sword. The huge thunder sword seemed to destroy the world.
After trying several times in a row, I felt that the connection between the sword moves was not close, as if there was a layer of separation. He immediately made a change and switched to a light and elegant sword-drawing style, focusing on stabbing and slashing, and supplemented by chopping and chopping.
The control of sword intention, the use of sword yuan, the use of physical strength, and the use of the power of heaven and earth are all presented in it.
Each sword strike was considered to be the pinnacle of excellence, shocking Bai Yu who was watching from a distance. m..coma
The extremely violent aura in the blood river, and those ghosts and monsters were like a killing move that destroyed the heaven and earth. Under Cheng Ling's sword, they were like clouds and smoke, dissipating as soon as the wind blew.
Gradually, as the battle continued, more and more ghosts and meditators died in the hands of the two men. The netherworld aura overflowing in the sky produced alarming fluctuations, spreading like a tide, and swept between the waves. Passing over the two bodies, they felt like a small boat landing on a stormy sea. It was constantly fluctuating and could break at any time.
At this moment, the Netherworld Secret Record that had been silent in Cheng Ling's body changed again, and with the infusion of the majestic Netherworld aura, the sixth page opened.
An extremely mysterious aura of life and death spreads out from the secret record, like a stone falling on a calm lake, causing ripples that spread farther and farther, spreading hundreds or even thousands of miles away...
"Sure enough, it is the Taoist meaning of reincarnation..." Cheng Ling murmured, and he was busy concentrating on the Taoist charm that overflowed.
"What a strong fluctuation..."
"Is someone fighting?"
"Strong ones, definitely a battle between super strong ones. Maybe some shocking treasure will appear."
"What a strong breath of reincarnation. Who is it? Who is deep in the blood river?"
Suddenly, figures rose into the air and flew quickly in the direction of the fluctuation.
These meditators all have considerable strength, and they plan to watch a battle between super strong men. Such an opportunity is very rare.
But just as they were about to approach, suddenly, a bewitching crimson light appeared on the very far horizon, like a bloody mouth that wanted to choose and devour anyone.
At this moment, the Secret Book of the Netherworld slowly closed, and the opening time was similar to the fifth page, which was also less than a quarter of an hour. But even in this short quarter of an hour, Cheng Ling captured a hint of the artistic conception of reincarnation.
Only then did he fully understand the connection between the three great wills of the Netherworld.
The other side is extradition, judgment is judgment, and reincarnation is death and rebirth. Progressing step by step, it can be said that there is an inevitable connection between the three great thoughts. It is no wonder that understanding the true meaning of judgment and reincarnation can also promote the improvement of the true meaning of the other side.
But when one comprehends the meaning of the other side, one cannot feel the meaning of judgment and the meaning of reincarnation. It can be deduced from this that among the three great meanings, the meaning of the other side of the road should be respected, just like the origin of things, and subsequent changes can be carried out through extradition.
He took a deep breath. In this case, it no longer made sense to go to Ksitigarbha's residence. Whether it was the reincarnation crystals produced in the blood river or the sea on the other side in the Netherworld Palace, both could deepen Bai Yu's understanding of the meaning of the other side. , it just takes longer.
He was about to tell Bai Yu about this discovery when his mind moved and the Netherworld Holy Eye went to investigate. I saw the coquettish red blood light on the other side, which seemed to be transformed by wisps of blood, soaking the clouds and dyeing the heaven and earth red.
The boundless turbid blood river seemed to be boiling, turning into huge waves, rushing towards the sky, stained with blood, covering the sky, and making a rumbling vibration like thunder.
The heaven and earth are stained with blood, and the waves roll into the sky!
Looking from a distance, just as Yulan said, it seemed as if the entire sky had fallen into a river of blood, soaked in dazzling bright red blood.
At the same time, a creepy and oppressive aura spread from there, as if a peerless demon would emerge from the depths of the sea soon.
"Blood Tide!"
Bai Yu softly uttered a few words, her eyes were as bright as lightning, and she emitted divine light, locking firmly into the distance.
Cheng Ling also felt this earth-shattering change, but he seemed to see a scene that others could not see. In the depths of the tide, blood filled the sky with glistening light. The turbid river water overturned the sky, like a tide rushing into the sky. The scene was strange, but the depressing atmosphere it released became increasingly intense.
boom!
A moment later, a figure with a height of three feet suddenly rushed out from the bottom of the sea.
In an instant, the whole world boiled again, the river roared and blood shot out, making the figure look like a peerless ferocious beast.
Under the Holy Eyes of the Netherworld, the figure was clearly a monk, with a smooth forehead and strings of blood beads hanging all over his body.
Cheng Ling's eyes narrowed and he was keenly aware that the other party's whole body was filled with overwhelming resentment, which was transformed from a wisp of soul and had no flesh and blood body. But even so, his aura is not weaker than that of King Chuguan he has seen before!
The monk seemed to sense Cheng Ling's gaze. He suddenly disappeared and reappeared in front of the two of them in an instant. He said, "Amitabha, with his unyielding divine blood, wants to break through the sky. But this is too wasteful. It is better to take refuge in poverty." The monk's internal organs can also be used to give the poor monk a good meal, and maybe he can break this cage and return to the Buddhist kingdom."
Bai Yu's face changed slightly. The body that was transformed into a spirit from the glass relic seemed to sense some kind of strong call. She couldn't help but move toward the monk.
Cheng Ling stretched out his hand to grab her, and then stabbed out with the dragon feather sword in his hand.
It is impossible to describe this sword. It is like catkins, moving with the wind, and ethereal. There is also a hint of reincarnation on the long sword.
The monk's expression changed. The aura of reincarnation made him feel uncomfortable. He stretched out his index finger and pointed it towards the void.
A streak of blood-colored finger wind shot out from his hand, as if penetrating the void, and suddenly came to Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling didn't care. The dragon feather sword swayed slightly, like willows dancing in the wind. The hilt did not move, but the sword body turned into dozens of afterimages.
Clang! Clang...!
The blood-red finger wind hit the sword, making a crisp sound, and Bai Yu woke up immediately. She couldn't help but break out a layer of cold sweat on her back, and said quickly: "Mr. Sir, this monk is weird. I don't know what kind of strong man he was in his lifetime, but he was killed here by the Netherworld Emperor."
