There is no end to the sea of suffering, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore.
Now, a beautiful boat is sitting on the ink-like sea, with the other shore in front of it. The Kingdom of God is majestic and the sound is loud. Even though it has not yet arrived, the pure air of the heaven has washed away, making everyone show signs of being reborn.
The blond young man opened his arms slightly, and his blond hair was filled with brilliance, as if divine light was flowing, crystal clear and gorgeous. As he breathed, his chest rose and fell, and the fresh air from the heaven that washed over him fell into it like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea. In the mouth, the pair of golden eyes were deep, as if there were infinite divine soil emerging in them.
The Gongjia Water God and other human race's destiny noticed something strange and began to try to take the initiative to guide it. However, they found that it was impossible to shake the heavenly fresh air blowing from the distant shore, and they could only passively accept it.
Su Qinian was silent, but his eyes became more solemn. The legendary heaven, the residence of the gods, in ancient mythology, was also a place of pilgrimage for all the spirits of the ancient world. However, since the end of ancient times, after the Twilight of the Gods, it has been annihilated in the world. In the vast river of time, hundreds of epochs have passed through ancient times, recent times, and in the vast starry sky, almost no one is sure whether the heaven in ancient myths, or even the ancient heaven, really exists.
At this point in time, in a special Dao-deficient place like the Xuanhuang Earth, the fire of destiny burned, weakened the will of Heaven, opened the silent Dao Sea, and triggered the suspected portal to the heaven. This dark sea of void, Is it really the so-called sea of suffering? Is this beautiful boat under their feet really the Divine Boat on the other side?
If we can really reach the other side after crossing the sea of suffering, then there is no doubt that we are close now.
The Divine Boat on the other side is floating on the ink-like sea, and the vast and majestic sacred land in the distance is gradually approaching. Not only the Gongjia Water God and others, but also Su Qinian feel an invisible oppression. The majestic sacred mountains and gods they saw before The country is still far away, but it is close to a vast and sacred land.
boom!
There was a burst of holy energy. It was Jingtang Tianming. At this moment, his whole body was tense and his expression was solemn, as if he had endured a lot of pressure. His blood was boiling, and his whole body was faintly burning with illusory glazed golden flames.
boom! boom! boom!
But ten breaths later, the common family water gods and other human races' destiny burst out the holy realm energy, carrying the destiny energy and blood to resist the illusory glazed golden flames igniting around them.
"What kind of fire is this?"
"Damn it, my soul is about to burst!"
"No, this is removing the waste and retaining the essence, purifying the flesh and blood! It's just..."
The contemporary Heavenly Wolf of the Great Yuan Dynasty gritted his teeth, and the moon-white wolf skin beast robe gradually seeped out with black and red blood stains, and cracks appeared on his body.
The destiny of the human race did not expect that with the approach of the kingdom of heaven, these destiny bodies that they thought were extraordinary and holy would actually encounter such a refinement. This was extraordinary and overbearing, and even made them feel the shadow of death, because of the virtual The flames are all-pervasive, and even a body of Tao and Dharma are in vain.
Su Qinian's body also ignited with glazed virtual flames, but as his energy and blood vibrated, the virtual flames that penetrated his body and even the sea of consciousness in the divine court were immediately extinguished. With the breath of the ancient dragon entrenched on the shoulders of the fighting soul, all the breaths were swallowed up. Once it enters the stomach, no impurities can be extracted at all.
Even so, Su Qinian could still feel the domineering power of this false flame. If his body had not been fused with the blood of ancient heavenly dragons, and his human-dragon bloodline was extremely strong and untainted, I am afraid that even the transcendent body of a saint would have to shed his skin even if he were not to die.
"How can the sacred land tolerate blasphemy? The body of a crippled saint cannot be overestimated!"
The blond young man looked at the scene in front of him, his tone was cold, and he said calmly: "You can't even withstand the cleansing of the pure air of heaven, and you still want to set foot on the divine land!"
Su Qinian frowned, and then looked at the destiny of the human race such as the Tongjia Water God. Although many people's bodies were cracked and their holy blood was gurgling, no one asked for help. They were all trying their best to move their energy and blood and condense their souls in order to cross the heavenly realm. The purification of pure Qi qualifies one to step into the divine land. This is reshaping one's body and refining one's mortal body.
However, in the past years of Su Qin's life, although the virtual flame ignited by the pure air of the heaven is overbearing, if it can withstand it, it may really be able to transform into a powerful body, but if it is said to be immortal, it is far from enough. The reason why the clan's destiny is replenished with vitality and lifespan is suddenly increased is that it is better to say that it is separated from the Xuanhuang Earth, and the essence of life is gradually perfected, stimulating the potential vitality of the holy realm. In addition, the pure air of the heaven does contain strong vitality. With such benefits, , is transforming towards the perfect holy body, and the longevity is naturally increasing.
Half a cup of tea, a cup of tea, half a stick of incense, a stick of incense...
The colorful boat moves forward, the sea of bitterness rises, there are ripples, and the clear sound of running water seems to come from all directions, up and down, and seems to come from ancient times to the present.
Su Qinian stood on the corner of the bow. The small boat, which seemed to be only a foot long, was carrying more than 20 people. No one was surprised. At least in terms of the destiny of the human race, the other side of the Shenzhou had such things as Xumi Mustard Seeds. The magical power is too ordinary. This kind of tool to cross the sea of suffering must be infinitely magical.
This is……
Suddenly, Su Qinian raised his eyebrows and stared at the ink-like sea water. On the surface of this suspected sea of bitterness, a familiar face was reflected, and then one familiar picture after another evolved.
The sky is covered with heavy snow, and the squeaking prison car is bumpy and squeaking on the mountain road where the breath turns to ice; in the corner of the long street, there are moss-covered wooden doors with a dense purple light... In front of the Tomb of the Era, there are majestic vicissitudes of life, towering into the sky. The figure... In the land of gods, on the winding mountain road, the heavenly soldiers carrying the coffin...
These many scrolls are like the pages of a simple and thick album. When turned page by page, they record the various experiences he has practiced for more than 20 years.
There is no limit to the sea of suffering, and the mortal world is vast. Cross the sea of suffering and leave behind the past...
Su Qinian was shocked. Could it be that what they were crossing was really the legendary sea of suffering?
This is not an illusion. Su Qinian has a strong will and believes that no one can pry into his memory so easily. In this way...
Looking at the approaching shore in the distance again, Su Qinian showed an unprecedented solemn expression. In the dark, he seemed to have touched something extraordinary and was unveiling an unimaginable curtain.
puff!
At this moment, Tian Wu Dao Mangdong coughed up blood, and his body was full of cracks, like a piece of porcelain that was about to be broken. The holy blood fell to the ground with a hissing sound, and the glazed virtual flame burned, and soon turned into nothingness, even a wisp of it. The smoke failed to remain.
hold head high!
At the same time, Su Qinian took action. He made a false move with one hand, like a dragon drinking water. A faint dragon's roar sounded above the sea of suffering. The glazed golden flame on Mang Dong's body was suddenly torn apart, and three parts of it were ejected from his body. It seeped out from more than 6,000 pores, fell into Su Qinian's palm, and disappeared.
"Thank you Dragon King for taking action, Mang Dong has nothing to offer in return!"
Taking a deep breath, the Heavenly Witch Taoist bowed to Su Qinian. The virtual flame was too overbearing. Even if he tried his best to cater to it, his body and soul were on the verge of destruction, and he gradually could not withstand this invisible burning power.
Not long after, the destiny of all human races was exhausted one after another. Su Qinian stirred up the fighting spirit, and the ancient dragon on his shoulder revived, absorbed the virtual flame, and resolved the crisis. The destiny of all human races was still a long way from the peak of the holy realm. In Su Qinian Over the years, it is already amazing to be able to support it until now, given Dao Que's body.
However, in the end, the success fell short.
