In the wind and snow, the middle-aged scribe closed his eyes. The terror of that year suddenly struck the sky. It was as if the scene that had made a comeback in his mind was reflected in the world.
The black mist billowed into the sky. Even though countless blood was spilled in that area, the bloody mist was still buried in the billowing black mist.
It was dark, not a trace of light could be seen. All he could see was a hill in the middle of the darkness.
This hill can be vaguely seen as red. These are piles of dead bodies.
Piling up like a mountain, every corpse exudes a monstrous force. This is true even after death. You can imagine how terrifying it was during life.
These are all top powers, and they are hard to find rivals in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. These are all the extremely brilliant ones that were famous in the nine heavens and ten earths back then, those Mo Chen cultivators.
On the top of the hill, there was still black mist. But there were two lanterns burning red. These are two scarlet lanterns. To be precise, these are a pair of eyes, full of scarlet eyes.
There, stood a figure. This figure's robe was stained with blood. Standing there, he looked invincible, standing motionless under the starry sky. But its momentum can overwhelm the surging momentum below.
The aura of this figure is unparalleled!
"The meaning of the underworld, back then...we were buried in the middle of that person's finger. It was so terrifying. With one finger, we really saw the underworld, and we were on the road to death and no way to survive." Middle-aged scribe Taking a deep breath, thinking back to those days, I still feel terrified.
The middle-aged scribe is extremely powerful, not only him, but also the group of people back then. If this were not the case, how could he have overcome three difficulties on the Emperor's Road and three passes on the Emperor's Road?
This emperor faces three difficulties, but it is not difficult to overcome them. How could those talented people, cold-blooded or careless, be trapped in the place of sinking?
Most of the people in this world are sentimental, but most of them are ruthless. In fact, of the three difficulties facing the emperor, only the first one can kill people. The second difficulty is nothing more than the choice in the heart, as for the third difficulty. It's just blocking people's way.
As for the first difficulty, although it is dangerous, those who lack concentration will be dragged into the endless cycle of reincarnation, and eventually lose their mind and become a part of extreme resentment.
But to Kong Jing, it was just a resentment that was once dying and now just barely breathing, so what was the threat?
The only real threat is Di Linguan.
middle-aged scribe
After finishing the last sip of wine, the wine jar in his hand fell from the air. It turned into a green rainbow and undulated towards the distance.
"The two bodies of gods and demons are indeed peerless and terrifying. But the real terror in the Emperor's Pass is not the three difficulties. Those were just three difficulties back then. In Guan's eyes, what did they mean? Not even that. We were defeated by our combined efforts."
The middle-aged scribe murmured, with memories in his eyes. Back then, their group of people had set foot on Dilin Pass, overcome the third difficulty, and found great fortune.
"I hope... that young man did not overcome those three difficulties before Guan arrived."
The middle-aged scribe lowered his head and looked forward.
He was not worried that the young man was kneeling in the midst of three difficulties. But I am worried about getting through the third difficulty too early. Know and set foot on the place of creation.
"The Taoist intention of the underworld...that young man... not only possesses the Nine Heavens Mysterious Skills, but also the Taoist intention of the Underworld. This is a peerless mental method that is not inferior to the Nine Heavens Mysterious Skills. Seriously, he is a peerless person. In the future, with Among the killing gods, who is weak and who is strong..."
The middle-aged scribe had already predicted that in the future, that young man would definitely encounter the god of murder.
This is fate, a fateful battle that cannot be escaped. Just because they all embrace the meaning of Huangquan Dao.
He had long seen that the young man had the will of the underworld, so he was not worried that he would be lost in the Dilin Pass. Because he knew the horror of Huangquan's Taoism.
The terror could make him tremble and make his mind go blank. All replaced by fear.
Compared to the middle-aged scribe, there were more people who clearly understood the horror than him at this moment.
At this moment, the mind of Shenhuangtian, the four most powerful beings, and the whole world are blank and blank.
What happened? The original Tianzun and others were occupied by extreme resentment from the beginning. At this moment, the resentment accumulated over countless years due to extreme resentment was removed, the strength was greatly weakened, and it was difficult to occupy the minds of the four of them, so they regained their sanity.
They were on guard in all directions, still stuck at the moment of being attacked.
But when the vigilance just started again. He was shocked by the powerful aura in the distant world.
Where they were, there was a rain of blood.
The blood was scarlet. Han Xiangzi's body exploded and his body was shattered into pieces. Not even the dregs were left. This rain of blood was caused by him.
A rain of blood, this scene is extremely terrifying. But here are three
The human mind is not here at all.
My mind is empty, and the distance is equally empty.
Silence fell.
What exactly happened? Originally, each of the fourteen breaths could only appear in legends. Every step is comparable to the Martial Ancestor. However, in just an instant, thirteen paths disappeared.
Is this someone trying to kill the legend?
The sky and the earth were quiet, and I don’t know how long it had been. In that void, a breeze suddenly blew. Then, there was the sound of leaves swaying. Piece after piece, they are intertwined and combined into a piece of music.
Then, another ray of clear light emerged from the blank space.
It bloomed in an instant, and countless moonlight fell on the world.
There is a bright moon rising slowly, and another figure is standing on a boat, standing still.
The blank cover blocked all sight, and the sky could not be seen. It is also impossible to explore the rights and wrongs of this place and the past grudges. Only the leaves can be heard swaying more and more intensely.
This was unspeakable at that time. The reflection in front of me now reminds me of those years.
"They were in love during their lifetime, and they were molded into being hopeless, and they put aside their distracting thoughts. Now they are as clear as water, truly without a trace of impurities."
"It doesn't contain a trace, it's been extracted raw. The purpose is to create a chaos. Chaos is so confusing that people can't see the essence of this thing."
"Essence, essence. What is essence. This is clear and turbid. Who is the essence?"
Under the moonlight, someone shook his head. He let out a long sigh.
The essence is unique, but now there are two kinds. Isn’t it a paradox?
Essence, essence. Between clarity and turbidity, who is the essence of all living beings?
Under the moonlight, the man thought for a long time. There was thunder in my ears again. The surroundings seemed to be sticky again. In this void, under this newly rising moonlight, another curtain of rain began.
This is blood rain. Sticky, hot.
Here, a demon dies. There are also gods who have been touched and wiped away. However, this is meant to create the turbidity, the chaos, and the confusion.
At this moment, there are raindrops, and suddenly they appear.
Under the moonlight, the man stood under the swaying leaves, took a deep breath, and then breathed out deeply, followed by the frequency of the raindrops.
