Between the sky and the earth, there is a thin mist of blood, and there is a rain of flowers all over the sky. The two are intertwined, creating a desolate and withered scene.
The young man's hair was spread completely around, blocking almost all sight. But the light was still clear to the eye.
"Why is there a statue in the world..." The young man's pupils were shrinking rapidly, but the statue was growing rapidly.
In just a moment, it was close at hand.
Clear to the eyes, really clear to the eyes. This statue completely caught his eye.
Wearing white clothes and having black hair, he looks really majestic.
The man in this sculpture keeps his head lowered. His eyes were fixed on the book in his hand, and under him was a huge white tiger.
The man sat cross-legged on the white tiger and kept reading the ritual scroll. It was as if nothing in the world could attract his attention. Only the words in the book are his world.
There are words whispering in my ears.
The young man could not hear clearly what the sound was. All I know is that the blood in my body is boiling.
He has no blood, but blood is boiling at this moment.
this moment. The eyes of the ghost immortal suddenly condensed, and the palm he extended also stopped.
However, this stagnation only lasted for a moment.
At this moment, the ghost immortal felt a slight palpitation in his heart. It was obvious that the true god in front of him had completely exhausted his strength. For him, the life and death of the true god was only a matter of thought.
But why do you suddenly feel this way?
The ghost immortal shook his head. There were no other strong men here. Even if it existed, no one could make his heart palpitate in this turbulent era. Even the two people who are rumored to be the most powerful in the Forgotten Realm are unable to do it.
The sound of breaking through the sky became louder and louder, approaching another million miles.
The distance between the palm and the young man was only three hundred thousand miles. During these three hundred thousand miles, I didn’t even have to think about breathing.
Death is coming, but the young man remains unmoved.
Just like the statue he saw, his mind was in the book. It’s just that youth is different.
There is no book in his hands, so his mind will naturally not be in the book.
It's not in the book, it's somewhere else.
The young man's eyes shrank sharply. It was not because of the death aura coming from behind, but because he suddenly raised his head when he saw the statue looking down at the book.
In the blink of an eye, the young man lowered his head again.
But his feeling was not wrong. Indeed, I saw the head of the statue.
There was another trance, and the young man suddenly heard a word.
"Come."
This voice was extremely clear and ethereal, and it fell in the young man's ears very clearly.
At this moment, the young man's blood boiled even more.
At this moment, the palm of the ghost immortal trembled again. Because he saw the beauty coming back from all directions.
Among the pinks, it is already quite bright. However, among the bright and beautiful, there is a richness and beauty again.
This is the reverse flow of blood mist.
The blood that originally scattered in all directions and disappeared in the roar returned again.
One strand after another, hundreds of strands formed a drop of bright blood.
These are countless strands and countless blood.
The sea of blood surged into the sky, almost in an instant. The whole world was only red. It was as if the rain of flowers that had been falling for six hundred years had stopped.
"What is this..." The ghostly immortal's body suddenly trembled, just because the heart-stopping feeling came again.
"Come."
This voice fell on the young man's ears again. Makes breathing extremely short.
"This is...this is...a generation..."
"Ancestor!"
What the young man heard was clearly the voice of an ancestor of a generation.
He has never seen an ancestor who belongs to their clan and has opened the vein of divine blood. But when I was young and started cultivating the divine veins in the clan altar, I heard this voice.
This figure has pierced the bones and the soul. Even if it is burned to ashes, it will not be erased.
The rain of flowers has indeed stopped. In the young man's eyes, there are no flowers everywhere, only chains composed of wisps of blood mist, binding him.
The sudden chains made the situation even more desperate. But the young man did not feel panic, but felt an unprecedented sense of security.
What is it that makes the young man who is in a death crisis no longer afraid, but shocked in his heart? As if it captures the hope of life?
The ghost immortal had no way of knowing, except that the palpitations in his heart were getting stronger and stronger.
This young man knew it.
The blood entered again and became the blood of youth again.
Not a drop is spilled, not a drop is missing. All the blood that was spilled was returned to his body. The boiling blood caused the world to turn red again.
This red rushes in an instant and becomes a road in an instant.
This is the road leading to the stone statue.
However, this blood color can no longer illuminate the way forward, and even the brightest light in the world cannot penetrate it. But the road ahead is light. Even the most brilliant light in the world cannot compare to it.
There was a soft sound, this time. It’s no longer that word.
But a rustling and swishing sound.
A page of book, turned quietly.
Page after page, this page is a book page.
There are no real books in heaven and earth, so where can the sound of flipping come from?
What the young man saw was that the book in the hands of the statue in front of him was turning.
This book is not a real book, but a book made of stone.
The stone book is hard, so why can it be turned up? Even the young man who is a true god cannot capture it soon.
There are mountains and rivers to the river mouth, forming a picture of skylight.
Countless rays of light came in an instant. A bridge leading to the other side of the world was instantly spread out at the feet of the young man.
"Ancestor..."
The young man took a deep breath, his body trembling so hard that he couldn't move.
This comes from a reverent heart, because it is deeply rooted.
He didn't lift his feet, but his body didn't move automatically. He didn't move, and in the eyes of the ghost immortal, he didn't move.
However, this ghost fairy seemed to sense something different about the young man at this moment.
The difference is not that the body of the young man in front of him who was blasted through has recovered, nor is the blood flowing back.
It seems like he is no longer the same person.
Shen Yun is different.
There is a sunset sun that continues towards the vast sky. Here, those scattered flowers seem to have roots in the soil, no longer floating without roots.
All these flowers fell on the young man's body.
Finally, at this moment, the world shook again.
The wind picked up and golden light surged. It's like the heavenly calamity is endless and the sea of thunder is immeasurable.
Guixian was still unable to move, and at this moment, his eyes were shrinking like pinholes.
It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he can't move. There are also thousands to thousands of invisible chains on his body.
The trap of youth is to keep him motionless and automatic. But the trapped lock of this ghost immortal is automatic and motionless.
The ghost fairy was not trapped in the sea of thunder. But it was illuminated by the blazing thunder, which also illuminated the distance.
finally. He saw it.
What he saw was a statue of a white tiger sitting cross-legged, looking down.
This looking down is not looking at the book, but looking down upon everything below and this ghost and immortal.
"This is......"
What he saw was a sculpture of a man. There are dozens of long cracks on the body of this sculpture, extending from the center of the eyebrow to the chest.
Guixian didn't have time to speak yet. Another bolt of thunder split open the sky.
One after another, each arc of electricity can slice open a huge star and destroy it instantly.
This thunder was so shocking that it spread to a radius of hundreds of millions of miles. Hundreds of millions of miles, not simply billions of miles, this affects the entire domain.
No one in heaven or on earth knows it. All the creatures present looked up to the sky.
There was a torrential rain in the distance, which came to the world, turned into a gurgling stream, and then flowed down thousands of feet, filling up a dry lake.
When the lake fills up, spring is in full bloom. Nearby, there is the murmuring of flowing water again, and a river of water is falling straight from a high place.
A figure slowly took shape and emerged from the water.
This is a man in blue clothes. His black hair is soaked in water, but it is not wet at all.
This is a man who cannot be said to be extremely handsome or ordinary in appearance. The mole on his left cheek is dotted with a hint of frailty.
However, what you see at first glance is mostly superficial. This man is not gentle, even though he is in the water. Although, the water is dotted with countless peach blossoms, like a bath.
Women are like water and are not exclusive to women. There is a way in the world, and if it is carried out to the extreme, it is the real water.
His surname is Luo, and he is respected as a god by people in this world. Known as the water god.
He is a god, just like his name, controlling the rain of heaven and earth.
Luo Shen Yu. This is a very intimidating name. Even those extremely powerful ghosts and immortals will feel fear in their hearts when they hear this.
Because he is too watery, just a little short of surpassing the extreme.
In this world, the ultimate has reached its peak. There is no way beyond the extreme.
But Luo Shenyu is the only strong person in the realm of oblivion who has touched that path.
Under his water, even ghosts and immortals as strong as those in the late stage of Nirvana cannot escape death.
The moment he appeared, there was a gurgling sound in the lake. Then blood rose up from the bottom, instantly dyeing the lake red.
There are two big mountains rising quietly from the bottom of the lake, they are two huge heads.
This man just glanced at the two mountains behind him and then withdrew his gaze. Then, he looked up again.
His gaze was on the thunder in the distance.
His eyes twinkled and he smiled.
"Six hundred years ago, there was a rain in the world, a long-lasting rain of flowers."
"From that moment on, strange things happened everywhere in the vast world." The man's eyes flickered and he murmured.
"Someone saw a statue in a trance at the time of life and death. The strange thing is that only one person can see this statue, and then, he can obtain the supreme secret method of inheritance. This secret method is the bloodline magical power of a clan that has been lost for countless years. .”
"This magical power can be traced back to the ancestors of a generation. Even further. This is a rumor, but Luo has been pursuing the five great realms for more than six hundred years, but he has heard about ten cases. These ten cases come one after another. It’s not just a myth, it’s something that really exists.”
The man lowered his head and smiled, then raised his head again. In addition to the thunder in his eyes, there was also an extremely dazzling golden light.
There was another roar, from far to near, and the roar was heard in all directions.
The smile on the man's face became thicker and thicker, and his breathing even became somewhat rapid.
"Golden Roc God's Thunder..."
(Work is a mental job, and writing a book is also a mental job. Yes, it is very watery. In my opinion, it has reached an extreme level recently, and my brain is so muddled every day. I really don’t have the energy. I am thankful to God that I can finish this book. I hope you will forgive me. .Please don’t criticize those who watch pirated copies. Don’t specifically add Q to criticize.)
