Jiang Changsheng is even more curious about the current immortal way. He needs to understand how far into the future this place is.
He looked at the white-haired figure in the temple and asked again: "Dare I ask if there is really no one in the Immortal Dao today who can turn things around? What about the Dao Ancestor?"
Hearing this, the white-haired figure trembled all over. He slowly turned his head. His face had skin as dry as tree bark, his eyes were blood-colored, and his eyes were as numb as other creatures he had encountered on the road.
"Tao Ancestor? That's just an illusory legend. If Tao Ancestor really exists and is willing to care for the immortal way, there will be no dead end for the immortal way. Hundreds of millions of sentient beings in the world have been sacrificed in blood, and the world has rained blood for nine million years. Have you ever seen it? Dao Ancestor appears?"
The white-haired figure spoke slowly, his hoarse voice revealing a strong sense of unwillingness.
Facing the other party's gaze, Jiang Changsheng subconsciously thought that his future self was being restrained, so he was unable to take care of Immortal Dao. He felt ashamed and didn't know how to comfort him.
at this time.
The stone statue in front of the white-haired figure had cracks, and the cracks expanded rapidly, covering the entire stone statue in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Changsheng looked closely and saw that the stone statue was not him, nor was it someone he knew.
etc!
Judging from his figure, he seems somewhat familiar.
Jiang Changsheng suddenly remembered the mysterious figure he had encountered when he went to the ancient immortal path to remove a piece of heaven and earth.
The man allowed him to reverse the past and future, but he also warned him not to go again.
The other party seems to be the Taoist ancestor of the ancient immortal way.
It turns out that this is not the future, but the past.
After thinking about this, Jiang Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief. The ancient immortal path no longer existed. All of this was fate. But if this was the future of his immortal path, then he would overthink it, and it might even be self-defeating.
The white-haired figure looked back at the cracked stone statue. He was indifferent and fell into silence.
The wind and sand are still blowing, but they can't cover up the desolation of this world.
Jiang Changsheng stopped and watched for a while, and finally decided to continue on his journey. Since he was here, he would go and see what the ancient immortal way was facing and why it disappeared.
Around the temple, the sand and gravel on the ground became softer, but the wind became stronger and stronger.
The wind here is so cold that it makes even a being like Jiang Changsheng feel uncomfortable.
"What exactly is this place?"
Jiang Changsheng was filled with fear. He could feel that this place was definitely not an immortal world. There was a dead air permeating the world, which could not be absorbed or mobilized, and would continue to eat away at the soul.
As the wind and sand became stronger and stronger, Jiang Changsheng was unable to see anything, and his spiritual thoughts could not be dispersed.
In this place, he is just like an ordinary spirit. This feeling is extremely uncomfortable for the immortal cultivators. No wonder those powerful immortals are all miserable.
What exactly lies ahead...
Jiang Changsheng thought uneasily in his heart that his steps had not stopped. Anyway, he was only conscious. If he was in danger, his consciousness would return.
"stop!"
A shout came from behind, and Jiang Changsheng turned to look. The wind and sand squeezed away, and a figure walked quickly.
This is a man dressed in chivalrous commoner, wearing a bamboo hat, carrying three swords on his back, a red rope and a gourd around his waist. His face has a vicissitudes of life, one of his eyelids is sunken, and there is obviously no eyeball.
Looking at this man's dress, he didn't look like a cultivator at all, but more like a wandering knight. However, Jiang Changsheng did not underestimate him. To be able to reach this point, he must be an unparalleled power.
The man in the bamboo hat came to Jiang Changsheng and said in a deep voice: "If you charge forward like this, do you want to die?"
Jiang Changsheng asked: "If I don't move forward, do I have to go back? This is a dead end on the path to immortality. If monks like us can reach this point, shouldn't we be prepared for it early?"
The man in the bamboo hat was silent, and the look he looked at Jiang Changsheng changed. Even though he only had one eye, his gaze was still very oppressive.
This guy is definitely a Da Luo being, and he is not a Da Luo transcendent, at least he has reached the Da Luo god state that Jiang Changsheng is about to break through.
Of course, in the ancient Immortal Way, the divisions of the realm of Daluo were definitely different.
Jiang Changsheng followed up and said: "I need to understand the dead end of the immortal path, but along the way, all living beings have given up, and no one is willing to tell me. Are you willing?"
The man in the bamboo hat narrowed his eyes and asked, "How do you want to know? Are you completely ignorant of the dead end of the immortal path?"
Jiang Changsheng replied: "Since I joined the Immortal Path, I have been in seclusion in the blessed land. I have never been born. I never thought that I would hear about the sudden changes in the Immortal Path as soon as I came out."
After he finished speaking, he still looked depressed.
The man in the bamboo hat did not doubt him. After all, they were all immortal cultivators. Facing the catastrophe of immortality, what other purpose could he have?
"Everything started from that rain of blood. I don't know when it started. A rain of blood came and spread continuously until it covered the entire immortal path. After being contaminated by the blood rain, the immortal cultivators will become possessed by demons, and this rain of blood also caused the heavenly path to disappear. Immortal luck collapsed and ceased to exist. From now on, various disasters will follow one after another..."
The man in the bamboo hat said slowly, his face calm, but his emotions were obviously difficult to control.
Jiang Changsheng silently wrote down the key words.
Rain of blood!
If his immortal path encounters a rain of blood in the future, he must be careful.
The man in the bamboo hat continued to tell, it turned out that this world was formed by the blood rain, exuding endless death energy, which can destroy all spirits, body and soul, and can make immortal cultivators suffer from bad luck. It is even more powerful than Da Luo. Hard to resist.
By conquering this world, we may be able to save the Immortal Way!
With this mentality, countless immortal cultivators have succeeded one after another, how many great figures have fallen here, and how many immortal saints have disappeared here.
The name of the dead end of the immortal path is a vicious name made from the bones of countless immortal immortals!
Jiang Changsheng frowned when he heard this.
"What is hidden in front of you? Is it a possessed cultivator?" Jiang Changsheng asked.
The man in the bamboo hat shook his head and said: "No one knows. I don't want to stop you from dedicating yourself to the immortal way. I just hope that you will not commit a meaningless death. We can join forces and wait a little longer. Although the immortal way is entering a doom, there is no shortage of determined people." Immortal cultivator.”
Jiang Changsheng asked: "Wait, how long do you have to wait, how many people are waiting?"
The man in the bamboo hat was silent.
yes.
How many people have to wait?
Wait, when will it be able to match the first offensive launched by Xiandao against this Jedi?
Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, "Then let me go and take a look for you."
After saying that, he turned around and stepped forward without hesitation.
Now that he understands the cause of the dead end of the immortal path, there is no need to wait any longer. Anyway, he does not belong to this era.
The man in the bamboo hat looked at his back and couldn't help but ask: "Dare you ask me your friend's name?"
Jiang Changsheng stopped and said, "I am in the name of longevity, what about you?"
"I'm in Hongji."
After hearing the other party's self-registered number, Jiang Changsheng immediately stepped forward and soon disappeared into the wind and sand.
Hong Ji sighed and said to himself: "Go and have a look for me, but what's the point? Maybe this is the way back to cultivating immortals. At least it proves your determination to the Dao."
He sat down on the spot, the wind and sand unable to cover his back.
the other side.
Jiang Changsheng's pace was extremely fast. He couldn't wait to end this time travel. After all, he did not belong to the past.
As he galloped along, he encountered many more figures. They were still the same as before, all of them waiting for their own demise. He did not comfort them, nor did he stop.
After passing through a windy area, the wind and sand began to subside.
When he broke out of the wind and sand, he finally stopped. In front of him was a cliff, with both ends submerged in the wind and sand, with no end in sight. The cliff was thousands of miles wide, and it was extremely dark below. On the opposite side of the cliff was a dark land with rolling clouds.
The reason he stopped was because he saw a figure suspended above the abyss.
It was a man wearing a black robe, holding a whisk in his hand, with pale hair, and a huge black lotus blooming behind his back.
Jiang Changsheng wanted to see the other person's face clearly, but his eyes and thoughts became blurry as soon as he got close to the other person's face.
"With your level of cultivation, you also want to save the immortal way?"
A strange voice came, his tone full of contempt.
After Jiang Changsheng heard this, he felt a familiar dizziness and realized that he was leaving.
But he thought of Hong Ji and decided to leave something behind.
He can't save Immortal Dao, but he can at least give those who have a chance encounter a glimmer of hope.
Jiang Changsheng raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at the man in black robe. He said expressionlessly: "There are some things that you must do even though you know you can't do them!"
Boom!
The Daqian Punishing Dao Finger burst out with bright golden light. When this energy just shot out, everything in Jiang Changsheng's eyes disappeared, and a strong sense of dizziness came, causing his will to fall into chaos.
There was thunder in his ears, Jiang Changsheng's consciousness came to, and he opened his eyes suddenly.
He was still going through the tribulation, and his clone was standing next to him, with no enemies approaching from all directions.
Jiang Changsheng leaned on the Great Qianyuan God's throne, his emotions still in the ancient immortal way.
Before leaving, although he had thought about it, he didn't expect that he could actually shoot a Great Thousand Dao Punishing Finger. It seemed that his will was attached to an immortal cultivator with a similar cultivation level in the ancient immortal way.
His consciousness has returned, which means that the Tribulation Tribulation is about to end its strongest stage. After surviving the next thunder, he will achieve the Great Luo God Realm he wants!
For those Immortal Emperors who were watching, they did not notice that Dao Ancestor's consciousness left for a while. In fact, the passage of consciousness only took a few breaths.
The arrival of the violent thunder prison array caused Jiang Changsheng's incense value to drop extremely quickly.
In less than half an hour, all the remaining incense values of Jiang Changsheng were exhausted, and he had to survive the disaster himself.
The magic power formed a shield, but was easily blown away by the thunder. Even his Hunyuan Immortal Golden Body was stung by the thunder, and even his soul felt as if it was about to be shattered.
Jiang Changsheng gritted his teeth and persisted, and began to use the mental method of the Hunyuan Immortal Golden Body, hoping to use the sky thunder to temper his physical body.
He didn't panic because he felt that the thunder was getting weaker.
In fact, as he had guessed, the Heavenly Tribulation soon began to weaken, his Daluo Dao Fruit evolved again, and new mana poured out to replace his old mana.
At this moment, Jiang Changsheng suddenly caught a breath approaching quickly.
(End of chapter)
