The blood was dark red and turned dark again. As soon as it spilled out, it was instantly frozen there.
There is no flow of wind around, so where is the blood flowing? Everything is trapped there.
In the darkest red spot, a figure can be vaguely seen.
This is a figure stained by blood. The whole body is covered with cracks, like glass and like a spider web. It is completely broken, and the figure can no longer be seen at all.
Not only the body is like this, but also the soul is like this.
Everything is broken, and the gorgeous color comes from this broken net.
There, there was only one pair of eyes that were not stained red with blood. But his clear eyes were burning with confusion.
In the depths of this confusion, there is deep fear.
"Owner........"
Below, two figures looked up at the sky with anxious expressions.
They didn't know what happened. They only knew that nine days ago, there were thousands of red threads interweaving in the ten directions of the heaven and earth, flooding this place and the earth. Then, red light dyed the world again.
However, this red is dyed with blood.
The blood of a strong man, like the current of a rolling river, can even flood an entire world, but in this world, it is imprisoned here.
The bright light shone brighter and brighter.
This is the light on that sculpture. The man surnamed Zhao and the old man saw that the world was frozen solid, all because of this light.
Because of the existence of this light, the blood did not pour down like heavy rain, and the terrifying energy contained in it did not collapse the sky and wipe out this cave.
Nine days ago, this vision appeared between heaven and earth, and it has stopped until now.
The light is getting thicker and thicker, and the bright red in all directions has faded somewhat compared to before, but this fade does not make it look better in people's eyes.
Still no Qingming.
"Master... his aura is getting weaker and weaker." The old man took a deep breath, thinking about whether to take action.
He knew that once the master died, the two of them would not be spared, and they would both be buried here. Not only them, but also other second-step slaves.
But in his heart, he had a strong intuition that once the two of them took action, the only chance of life would disappear in an instant.
After all, the vitality has not completely dissipated, so there is still a turning point.
What this turn of events is, they don't know. But there was a strong intuition in my heart that Chu Cheng might not die.
Because they did not feel the extinguishing of their souls. Although, the figure in the sky seemed to be dissolved immediately.
The soul is not extinguished or even dimmed. This shows that the river of blood may be just an appearance.
But the two of them still looked worried, after all, this was just their guess. The situation changes in an instant.
In an instant, there are thousands of variables.
They are still anxious because on this ninth day, the darkness of life is even darker than the light of a candle.
"Although... there is nothing strange between you and me at the moment. But with the situation like master, you and I must prepare for the worst." The man surnamed Zhao sighed and said bitterly.
They have long known that this is not a good place and have long wanted to leave. This wouldn't be the case if their master hadn't insisted on staying here.
Two powerful men once came here one after another, and even had a life-and-death battle. No need to think about it, it is because of the relics of the Immortal King.
They were doubtful that the two powerful figures had already arrived, so the destiny object must not be there. Why did their master insist on using deduction to calculate the powerful man known as the God of Death?
The two of them don’t know, and may never know. Because there is a strong wind in the distance.
The originally still world suddenly became violently windy. That is certainly unusual.
This static world finally began to move. The nine days of tranquility were finally broken.
The sound of shattering began to spread.
Light began to fly around. That was a butterfly, a bloody butterfly, centered on that figure, scattering in all directions.
The figure's body finally began to disintegrate, and these butterflies were fleshy fragments stained with blood. In just an instant, there was only a dim soul left.
The physical body is not the end, but the beginning. This soul also began to show signs of collapse.
The blood color finally began to dim, and it seemed that it was all integrated into the flying saucer that filled the sky.
The Qingming Festival gradually appears, and the starry sky is colorful and colorful.
It's just that although the colors of the starry sky are beautiful, there is a touch of desolation.
It's like a snowfall that spreads across the world and disturbs the peach blossoms.
"Owner!"
At this moment, the faces of the man named Zhao and the old man finally changed. The vitality dissipated, but in a trance, ten miles of peach blossoms appeared in the sky and the earth.
This peach blossom appears suddenly and lasts forever.
The continuous rain of flowers should be like a heavy rain. Floating in the air, slowly falling to the ground, and extending in the stream that began to flow.
Likewise, it also fell on the two figures standing on the ground.
What they saw was a trance. When the flowers fall, mist suddenly arises.
This fog was confusing, because they didn't know why this scene happened. At this moment, they seemed to see countless figures appearing in all directions of the world, meeting each other across the water.
The moment we met, it seemed like countless years had passed.
Those figures all stretched out their hands.
One hand, two hands. Tens of thousands of hands joined together and took one step forward.
The bodies of those figures were full of decay. But when they appeared, they seemed to be completely integrated into the world.
It's two in one. It was full of spring before, but I always felt like something was missing.
When the man surnamed Zhao and the old man saw these tens of thousands of figures, they suddenly realized.
What is lacking in this spring is not the greenery, but the abundance of flowers that once were.
What they saw was that tens of thousands of figures walked hand in hand across the chasm. It was a true encounter.
Laughter appeared one after another, and the laughter echoed in all directions, becoming countless laughter.
The peach blossoms turned into powder, gently stacked up in several layers, and gradually turned into light and medium uniform, and finally became a bridge between yin and yang and leading to the world.
They walked on the bridge and looked at the palm.
In the palm that can cover the sky, is the stone sculpture sitting on the back of a white tiger.
Some people bowed their heads and held their fists high in the air. Then, he knelt down and kowtowed. There were tens of thousands of them, and the sound was deafening.
"gentlemen."
This sound seemed to break through the entire sky, making the peach blossoms bloom more violently.
The light grew stronger and stronger, until finally. The two people below could no longer see the sky clearly and could only close their eyes.
When they closed their eyes, they saw another world, and the fragmented soul finally collapsed completely.
Chu Cheng's soul was destroyed, but the two people below were not destroyed along with it.
In the end, Chu Cheng used his last strength to dissipate the connection between him and the slaves.
At the last moment, a thread collapsed in the minds of those two people. He was at a loss for a long time, until the peach blossoms stopped falling and the thousands of figures disappeared.
Their hearts were shaken, and they were panic-stricken and full of guilt. When he raised his head, he could not see the palm again.
The stone statue in the palm disappeared together with the tens of thousands of figures and the sea of peach blossoms and rain, without a trace.
...
In the vast world, if someone can take a look at it, it will be a big picture of mountains and rivers.
A gust of wind blew through a bamboo forest and finally came to Yilian Waterfall.
Before, there were desks and pens. There is also an empty piece of paper that has not been touched.
It was just a breeze, but when it caressed the table, it lifted up the piece of paper placed in the inkstone and fell into the empty paper.
Then, the wind came again. The paper was turned over, and the empty paper was stained with ink.
It was a faint black mass, like a stone floating in mid-air.
After the wind, there is another wind. Thousands of bamboo leaves fell, and some fell into the paper.
Occasionally, strange things happen in the world. Because of these leaves, there are several more trees beside the stone.
These are ten words.
Looking at the rocks on its mountain, you can take a step towards thousands of books.
