The moonlight of the first night moistened the evening wind, illuminated the Daheishan Mountains, and also fell on Lin Zixuan's solemn face.
Taoist Yun Luo looked at that stubborn figure and already understood that it was probably impossible for the little guy to be alone.
"Kid, you are too obsessed. If you get involved in this turmoil, I can't even protect myself. And with your current state, it is very likely that you will be doomed." Old Senluo looked at Lin Zixuan and said coldly. In this battle, even the blood infant realm The strong ones are humble and insignificant, and only those at the peak of the Taoist realm are qualified to influence the entire situation.
In the era of great strife, the sand and soil are covered with bones from the underworld. If he hadn't been afraid of Taoist Yunluo's strength, Lin Zixuan wouldn't even have the qualifications to talk to him.
"Although I am small and humble, I dare not forget about my country. This is the choice I made and the way I believe in. I just want to be clear in my heart." Lin Zixuan spoke firmly. He already knew that this would be the outcome. Now that he heard When I heard his answer, I just sighed.
But there weren’t many surprises.
"It's true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but little brat, I don't have the time to help you." Old Senluo's face darkened, and as he pinched his hands, his seal changed nine times in an instant, and the bloody light bloomed, and at the same time, it was extremely dazzling. It turned into a huge bloody arm in the sky!
This arm is evil, and its entire body is red. There are countless ferocious and howling faces on it, and there are three bright blood-stained pupils in the palm of the hand.
Like a ghost's hand, it suddenly pressed down from the blood moon and landed on the place where Lin Zixuan was. For an instant, this space seemed to be imprisoned. The entire Daheishan Mountains became extremely blurry at this moment. Incredibly twisted.
The color of the sky and the earth changed, and blood rained down, countless strange things were born out of nothingness. Along with the screams and screams of pain, Lin Zixuan instinctively felt creepy, and the fear in his eyes became more and more intense.
At this moment, the bloody residual arm penetrated the void and directly grabbed Lin Zixuan's soul. His face instantly turned pale and he groaned. Facing a strong Blood Infant, and a monk in the Heavenly Soul Realm, his realm was not enough to see.
Lin Zixuan's body trembled, and all the sounds around him seemed to disappear at this moment, all existence was blurred, and it seemed that only those three evil eyes were left in the whole world.
One is as black as the abyss, the other is as pale as the moon, and the center is as gray as the death of all things.
The light in Lin Zixuan's eyes and the soul in his body were dimming, and even his vitality was visibly dissipated. He was no longer called a monk, but just a mortal. From this moment on, everything began to be dominated by fate again.
Wherever the gods gaze, everything they see is unclear.
Tombs rose up from the ground amidst the whimpering sounds of the cold wind. Many monks who were not like humans walked out of the coffins. Their pupils were dilated and lifeless, and even the flesh and blood all over their bodies were rotten. They were purple and black. With the stench of blood.
Lin Zixuan vaguely saw the faces of the monks.
Lin Zixuan paused in his steps and froze on the spot.
Those are such familiar faces, Lin Jianchi, Zhang Ling, Zhou Xuan... those old friends are walking like dead bodies at this moment, with endless despair in their eyes.
The wind at this moment is very cold, very cold, freezing to the bone and chilling to the soul.
His body gradually began to tremble. Back then, they were young and frivolous, riding horses in the clouds and gazing at the sky, seizing power and fighting for the road, but they did not want to become withered bones in the grave and die.
"Have a good journey." Lin Zixuan saluted, and in silence, his back looked desolate, and he continued to move forward with a confusion about seeking the truth.
The wind was like a knife, carving wrinkles on his face. Debris and blood rained from the sky. He was the only living person in the road ahead.
He is no longer young, and every distance is more like a mental journey. His life is passing by, and his appearance has become vicissitudes of life.
The fragility of life is most vividly reflected in the common people.
He felt cold, felt pain, and felt unusually tired. Looking back, life, old age, illness and death only lasted a few decades.
Perhaps it was because he was dying, or perhaps because he was running out of energy and fuel. In unwillingness, he looked up at the eyes in the sky again, but they were still the same as before, with a majestic indifference to all living beings.
The cold wind blew away the remaining embers of the candle. He fell down and was buried in the place where the gods looked up to him. It was the grave he chose for himself, and it was also his final fight against fate.
At this moment, he remembered a lot. On the cliff in his memory, Lin Tian was sitting on the stone. He stood behind him and asked the question that had troubled him for a long time but had no answer.
"Father, what is practice?"
"Cultivation is struggle. Living people fight for a breath, and dead people fight for a grave." Lin Tian replied calmly.
"What about cultivation?"
"Cultivation of the mind."
"How to practice law?"
"A calm mind means a calm voice. There is no past or present." Lin Tian spoke again.
"My kid doesn't understand." Lin Zixuan shook his head.
"Zixuan, you are still young, and you need to understand many things on your own. You just need to remember that when you are on the verge of despair, darkness will drown everything around you, except in your heart, because there is the original sea of light. It’s a place where gods are hidden.”
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On the Daheishan Mountain, the strong men of the Blood Clothes Tower descended in great force, and Qin Ya was also there. Lin Zixuan's overestimation of his abilities made him sneer. He had snatched away the cauldron that Master had set his sights on, and now he wanted to watch Lin Zixuan die.
"Yellow-haired boy, I don't know how high the sky is." The strong man of Senluo Palace said coldly. As members of the Blood-clothed Tower, each of them has the ability to fight across levels, but they are powerless against the strong blood infant, because the gap here is like a natural chasm. .
"Senior brother, this little guy has such a life experience. With the strength of that senior, it is not impossible for him to become the master of this state." The master of the Palace of Hell showed horror in his eyes. The terrifying man raised his hands. Every foot exudes a look of disdain overlooking all sentient beings.
Taoist Yun Luo was still sitting there quietly, as if he hadn't moved at all. The mysterious strong man who had given him the opportunity to become enlightened appeared in his mind.
"Little friend, I will send you to Qingyun, and you will test that child for me. This is the Eye of Divine Hope Eternal Prison method. If he passes by, you will protect his practice. If he fails, you will protect his life. I will give you the best in the future. good fortune."
"Senior, can the restriction on my sea of consciousness be lifted?"
"The seal set by the master, even if the emperor takes action, can't do anything about it, I can't help it."
"He is connected to my destiny. Even if my senior doesn't tell me, I will protect him to the death."
"This is very good. If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. If it really breaks down and sinks, the divine calamity will destroy his bloodline and cultivation. He has different ideas from his father. It doesn't matter if he is a common man. I hope he can be happy. Live the rest of your life."
Taoist Yun Luo looked deep in thought. When Sen Luo's ghost hand was released, he used the Great Way of Space to integrate this method into it. He knew full well that it was dangerous and could escape death.
As time goes by, he has long regarded Lin Zixuan as a junior. At this moment, he feels a little regretful. He seeks truth in the path of spiritual practice and asks, must his life be the price?
He doesn't understand, and even if he becomes enlightened, he is at a loss.
Old Man Senluo's expression changed slightly. The scene before him was completely beyond his imagination. Over the years, he knew how powerful this technique was. Once it was used, it would cause disability, but it would never lead to death.
Especially the weird eyes that grew out of his palms made him instinctively feel heart palpitations.
"Little devil, if God wants to kill you, it's not up to me." Old Senluo said hoarsely. After this incident, he will bear the burden of apology to Taoist Yunluo.
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At the moment of death, Lin Zixuan had a clear understanding. He felt that everything around him seemed to be quiet, the sound disappeared, the wind stopped moving, and everything stopped until his eyes became dark and there was no sky.
Lin Zixuan stopped breathing and the breath of life disappeared. At the same time, the body of Taoist Yunluo who was far away in the outside world instantly became illusory, and his soul and cultivation were stripped out of thin air. In this moment, everything was lost in his eyes, and he fell into boundless darkness. middle.
The entire Blood Clothes Tower was shocked at this moment. The masters of the two halls and all the disciples of the third hall were all stirred up in their minds.
The Taoist realm is powerful, immortal, and can kill it invisibly, so one can imagine its terrifying strength.
Even the Master of the Palace of Hell, who had experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood, was trembling violently at this moment, breathing rapidly, and staring at the ground in front of him.
In his memory, only the senior from not long ago had such ability, but it was definitely not him.
The panic in his eyes deepened, and his gaze changed as he stared ahead.
Until in the distortion of nothingness,...a light appeared!
This sacred light suddenly burst out from the hands of Senluo Ghost, and in an instant, extended into a sea of light.
Wherever it passes, the color of the sky changes, the day becomes brighter on the earth, and all creatures in all directions are unable to avoid or escape, and are submerged in it.
A light also appeared in Lin Zixuan's mind, but the light turned into a sacred illusory figure. When it appeared, invisible power flowed to his limbs and bones, like an enlightenment, and his soul realm instantly broke through the shackles. Directly into the Heavenly Soul Realm.
The Divine Soul Eternal Prison Eye Technique still exists, constantly annihilating his life force, but at this moment, the shadow behind him blooms with a brighter light, like a terrifying fairy light, which makes the three eyes in the sky eclipse.
"What's going on?" Many people looked at Lin Zixuan's change, showing disbelief and horror. The terrifying brilliance resonated with the heaven and earth. In their hearts, they were violently shaking, tearing the darkness apart, causing the hand of the sky to continue. Destroyed and shattered.
Along with a loud noise, the old man Senluo in the void was sent flying wildly by the backlash, his breath was extremely weak. Obviously, he also suffered heavy injuries.
Under the moonlight, Taoist Yun Luo reappeared. At this moment, he looked at Lin Zixuan in the void like a banished immortal, and his fear was extremely strong.
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"If I don't go to hell, who will?" The abbot of Wuxiang Temple looked solemn. He clasped his hands together. The huge Buddha figure behind him was filled with golden light, and the sky and the earth were filled with endless swastika characters.
"Damn bald donkey, you are a martyr, you are crazy." Chu Yin's expression changed drastically, a shrill roar came from his mouth, and his eyes showed fear, as if he was very afraid of that character.
But he couldn't avoid it. When the Buddha's voice hit his ears, a world-suppressing pressure erupted from above, and infinite rays of light poured down, turning into golden calamity light, causing the strange demonic bodies to explode and shatter like crazy.
"Almsgiver, let me go with the sufferings in the world." The abbot of Wuxiang Temple pointed towards the sky, and his flesh and blood withered in an instant, turning into infinite Buddha light that illuminated the world. In each Buddha light, there was a thunder calamity of destruction, repeated over and over again. Life goes on and on.
Along with the ferocious roar of pain, Chu Yin's demonic body became dimmed under the divine light, and then was destroyed bit by bit.
The demonic energy became weaker and weaker until it was engulfed by the Buddha's light, and the vast world was filled with divine light.
The divine radiance of Buddhism fell from the sky. The abbot of Wuxiang Temple clasped his hands together again and closed his eyes with great piety.
