This ominous feeling was as terrifying as the sky. Even Han Xiangzi and Zejin Tianzun, who were far away, felt deeply suffocated.
Han Xiangzi's true nature was extremely resentful, but at this moment, he also felt suffocated. This shows that in the face of this ominous situation, even it is in danger of death.
The four evils are extremely evil and gather all the negativity in the world. As long as this negativity continues to exist and there is a trace of distracting thoughts in the hearts of living beings in this world, then these four evils will never be erased.
Therefore, even if it is a taboo, it cannot erase the Four Evils. They can only use seals to knock them down everywhere.
But at this moment, Han Xiangzi felt the crisis of death. This feeling is not light, but very strong.
This feeling is unprecedented. But, at the same time, he felt a breath of longing deep in his soul.
"It's very dangerous there. Even when I'm at my peak, I'm afraid I will fall down there. What kind of terrifying power is there?"
Even taboos cannot erase the deep resentment. What else could there be in that legendary place? Is there really the power to transcend taboos in this world?
Rumor has it, there are taboos in finding that step. But no one has achieved it, not even the most powerful Immortal Lord. Even the unparalleled emperor failed.
But there it is. It has the power to erase extreme resentment. Is that power really a power above taboos?
"It can't be...yes...yes. It's the same as the second difficulty."
"It's just because there... is truly isolated from the outside world. There is not a single living thing there. Because you can't have negative thoughts, there is no continuous supply of supplementary power there..." Han Xiangzi thought of this, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
How can there be a world in this world where even a trace of negativity cannot penetrate. When he first entered the road to the emperor's arrival, Han Xiangzi also saw that tragic scene for the first time.
A figure, that is Martial Ancestor. It was Wu Zu who suffered an unimaginably brutal battle. There, there are countless bones buried at his feet.
Those are all living beings, how could they not be unwilling to die in battle and resentful of dying in battle?
This is really unreasonable, simply unprecedented and unheard of.
What else is there on that legendary road?
He has no way of knowing, because at this moment, he is completely unqualified to set foot there, even though the second difficulty and the third difficulty have been overcome.
But at this moment, I am not qualified, even if I add the three late-stage powers of destruction who have occupied my mind.
Because he knew that in the eyes of that strong man. They are just ants, slightly larger ants.
At this moment, only one person knows what is in that legendary place.
When that figure stepped into that place with countless fragments rolling down, that legendary place.
"There may be a pure land here."
The figure stepped into the legendary land and looked in front of him indifferently.
He could feel that it was coming from afar. In the deepest part of this legendary place.
In his pupils, a scene of snow-white was clearly reflected.
This is a piece of snow-white, and the sky and the earth are covered with snow, covering the cold stream.
His eyes were always reflecting the snow and staring into the distance.
High in the distance, two scarlet letters in blood can make one's scalp numb and one's heart tremble with fear.
These two scarlet words completely dyed this world red, but they seemed a little out of place with this world.
The ground is snow-white, dyed extremely clean by the heavy snowfall. The sky was blood red, and those two words made it look terrifying, like a sea of blood.
The blood surged into the sky, and the fishy smell hit the nostrils. But below, it is like a fairyland on earth. The blood color only dyes half of the square, and the snow color also only occupies half of the square. The two don't interfere with each other, and you can even see a neat horizontal line crossing the upper and lower sides of the world.
However, this figure did not look at the two big blood-red characters, even though they were real characters, not the blurry ones he saw when he first entered the road to the emperor's presence.
Even the third word was clear at this moment.
This is a word, an unprecedented word. It's like the two words are being torn apart.
This is more like a pairing of two words, black and white.
What word is this? The Taoist standing here does not know, nor does he intend to know. Although, those three words give people an extremely depressing feeling.
But his eyes were still on this land.
"Here, there is a pure land. This pure land has no trace of color. So, where is that pure land?"
His eyes have been chasing the snow, looking for that pure land, an island in the sky next to this place.
Sky islands should be in the sky. And why is it in the earth?
When winter passes and spring comes, everything revives. Here, he didn't feel any life, everything was frozen by a heavy snow.
Is this the end of spring and the return of spring? All the mysteries are under the ice and snow. It's just that spring is late this time, and the paintings on the screen have not been opened.
It is really difficult to break through this winter.
"The color of snow covers the earth, and the color of blood covers the sky. Will there be a connection between the two parties?"
This person closed his eyes, and at this moment, his aura was unprecedentedly powerful.
He couldn't see the connection between the two colors of heaven and earth, but he had a vague feeling in his heart that there must be some kind of connection.
He was recalling what Wu Zu had encountered here. The group of Mo Chen cultivators back then encountered some kind of fate here, so they achieved great brilliance.
It was a fierce battle that never ended and seemed to last forever.
When Wu Zu set foot here, he must have experienced a fierce battle, otherwise it would not have been extremely difficult.
It was a desolate land with countless skeletons piled up. Wu Zu stood on that big mountain made of bones, standing proudly between heaven and earth.
How amazing that is.
But where did this amazing thing go? There is only endless white snow here, where does the earth come from? Where did the mountains of corpses come from?
He could see nothing but an endless horizon. Nothing beyond that can be seen.
But there is an ominous feeling coming from all directions. Keep getting closer to yourself and shrouding your head.
It seemed to appear out of nowhere, quietly, and I don’t know where it came from.
A ripple echoed in all directions.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the wind and snow, stepping on the snow, approaching step by step.
This footprint is not one step at a time. But thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions in the blink of an eye.
In this wind and snow, millions of figures suddenly appeared. Each one's face is clear, and their bodies are full of vitality.
Like a living person.
