Chapter 1699 Nine Thousand Miles of Troubles Are Calm
Jiang Wang was galloping in the light of Si Yu'an's sword. He had already left the waters where the previous battle had taken place, and had also crossed the waters of the Blood River, which was regarded as the boundary river of the rootless world... He could already see the Gate of Red Dust in front of him.
Hearing such an extremely chaotic, extremely noisy, extremely confused, but extremely clear voice.
An "epiphany" occurred in his heart.
But this kind of sudden enlightenment is not the understanding of the true principles of life, nor the insight into the laws of the great road.
It's about sitting under the Bodhi tree, with the Bodhi leaves drifting away and dust accumulating all over the body, and at a certain moment, the mood of desolation suddenly arises.
Suddenly I felt like everything was in despair.
The so-called true meaning of life is that life is boring, living is useless, seeking but getting nothing, living without benefit.
At this moment, he understands moving forward very well, and even goes one step further than moving forward.
He just wants to die.
Once you become enlightened, your heart will be as gray as ashes.
Fortunately, Si Yu'an's sword light moved slightly at this moment, cutting through his dead mood.
This body has stepped onto the doorstep of the mortal world, and the fear is still in my heart.
The so-called gate of the world of mortals hangs over the sea of evil, surrounded by rivers of blood on all sides.
At first glance, this door does not look very impressive. What is condensed in the light and shadow is the appearance of an ordinary wooden door. There is also an upside-down word "福" on the door. The color of the red paper is a bit old.
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Ordinary people's happy wishes bring good fortune but misfortune far away.
It is appropriate to use "blessings" to suppress "misfortunes".
But when you look at this door intently, you can see the mottled traces of time in the ordinary wooden texture. If you focus more carefully, you can also see the lines of rapidly changing carvings on the door panel.
The handwriting is clumsy.
Or "Li's Little Tiger Family"
Or "Fu Ren Town House"
Or "Ah Wan owes me a fruit"
Or, "I am an idle person."
All in all, they are just naughty boys talking and scribbling.
It may not have any meaning, but it is a real atmosphere of human fireworks.
Children play and old men laugh.
This door is across the sea of evil, and the world of mortals is on the other side.
This gate of the world of mortals stands in the midst of disaster, but it does not belong to the disaster. Its other half stands in the human world, but it is also isolated from the human world.
It is not defined by space or time, nor does it represent any person or group. It is just a door, a door leading to the world.
The rolling red dust is just behind this door.
But the door is closed and no outsiders are welcome.
If this door is not opened, the living beings in this world will pass by themselves.
It looks like just a small door, but when several powerful and mighty True Lords pass through, it doesn't feel crowded.
A door is like a square of sky, with its own boundary.
If one were to find a relatively apt description in Jiang Wang's perception, the Gate of the Red World itself is quite similar to a miniature mysterious world, stretching between the sea and the sea.
In this door, Jiang Wang and Si Yu'an looked back at the disaster.
But we see the whole rootless world is in turmoil again.
That kind of calm no longer exists, and the laws of heaven and earth left by Wu Bing, the great master of Legalism, were broken in an instant.
Dark clouds are rolling and roaring all around.
The waves are like anger, hitting the water peaks one after another and holding up the sky!
The situation in the Niehai Sea can be seen with the naked eye, and everything is falling irreversibly. The abyss is not just a description, but can be equated with the Niehai Sea itself at this moment.
Si Yu'an, Wu Bingji, Chen Pu, these are all great masters and world-renowned top experts, but they can only choose to leave temporarily.
Even a three-year-old child should know what not to do.
But at this moment, Peng Chongjian, the master who moved mountains, suddenly broke away from Huo Shiji's hand and turned around on the blood boat.
"Sect Master, please come back! There is still a boundary before the Blood River. How can there be no one to guard it? Allow me here!"
While speaking, he had already pulled out the black hairpin from his head, raised his hand and shook it forward.
This black hairpin left your hand like a flying sword, screaming through the space!
But I saw it rising in the wind, and in an instant it covered the sky and the sun.
The towering ancient trees and rugged rocks are a famous mountain scenery. The overall shape of the mountain is like a sitting tiger, overlooking all directions... It is the Taiyi Mountain with the main peak 8,000 feet high and the mountain stretching for thousands of miles!
There were once famous mountains in the Xia Kingdom, and many literati and poets left poems praising them. Once they were uprooted, some people still lament about them.
Now it has descended on the Niehai Sea, and the light is falling, and its power is comparable to that of the sky.
Look at this posture, Peng Chongjian actually wants to use his own power to resist the changes in the disaster and fill the sea with mountains... Regardless of the possibility, how extreme is this situation!
He is worthy of being a figure who could compete with Xiang Fengqi in the past, and he is indeed unique in his ability.
Taiyi Mountain crushed thousands of miles of cumulus clouds and crashed down, as if the entire sky was covered!
The rumble of the giant mountain breaking through the sky and the voice of chanting Bodhi occurred almost at the same time. They collided with each other and resonated with each other.
But at the next moment, the towering mountain, which was falling rapidly, suddenly stopped in mid-air!
After the huge waves dissipated, it was only one hand that held up the mountain.
An indescribable, indescribable hand held up Mount Taiyi!
The reason why this hand cannot be described or described is because when it appeared in the field of vision, Jiang Wang's phantom body in the red makeup mirror immediately collapsed.
There is no room for struggle at all.
Even the fifty-mile radius that the red makeup mirror had always been able to see through was completely dimmed and no longer remained in the field of vision.
Jiang Wang couldn't see anything with his half-finished eyesight.
I could only vaguely feel that it was the outline of a hand.
It cannot be described by monks at the divine level!
And with Si Yuan's cultivation level, he could certainly see the "truth", which was a hand with well-proportioned joints, full flesh and blood, and a ruddy color.
It's as vivid as if it came from a normal "person".
This freshness made him frown slightly.
The thatched sword on his waist made noise for no reason.
Face this hand.
Even he can't suppress his sword intention!
Then a strong man like him saw that hand pushing up casually.
boom!
Taiyi Mountain, which stretches for thousands of miles, was directly smashed to pieces!
Regardless of the rocks, soil, or giant trees and cliffs, everything was shattered in an instant and turned into tens of millions of tons of fine black sand, pouring down from the sky!
This Taiyi Mountain is a famous mountain that was moved from the Xia Kingdom. Peng Chongjian borrowed the power of the Liang Kingdom to restore the country, uprooted the roots of the mountain, raised it in the palm of his hand, and turned it into a black hairpin that he carried with him for decades.
Over the past few decades, I have been nourished and tempered every day.
With the cultivation level of a real person in his time and the magical ability to move mountains, he managed it carefully and carved it for a long time.
It is taller, more majestic, and more solid than the original Taiyi Mountain. It is naturally more powerful in battle. Much more powerful!
After Peng Chongjian's refining, every plant, tree, stone and mud on this mountain has its own great power.
It can be said that this Taiyi Mountain Hairpin is a rare magical weapon in the world that can play a role in real-person battles. Although it is not as good as the treasure of the cave, it can still be regarded as the limit of human power.
Especially at this moment, with the full urging of Peng Chongjian himself, he is already infinitely close to the power of Yan Dao. He might as well try to challenge the true king like Xiang Fengqi did back then.
But it is such a Taiyi Mountain.
But with a gentle push from this hand, it was completely shattered!
From then on, Taiyi was not heard of in the world.
The slightest bit of power that can move mountains no longer exists.
Black sand filled the sky and entered the water. The waters that had been cleansed by several Yandao Zhenjun before became turbid in an instant. The broken sand from Taiyi Mountain became the carrier of evil thoughts, once again causing large-scale damage to the clean water.
pollute.
Peng Chongjian himself fell on his back, his aura rapidly fading, and several cracks appeared in Dongzhen's body, like a piece of porcelain that was about to break.
A real person as powerful as Peng Chongjian has become like this after just an indirect confrontation!
Blood River True Lord Huo Shiji pushed him at this moment. The hazy blood light enveloped Peng Chongjian, forcibly closing the gap in his body, and pushed him, together with the blood boat under him, directly into the gate of the world of mortals.
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Huo Shiji himself suddenly turned around, turned his back to the blood boat, and faced the black quicksand in the sky and the living hand in the quicksand.
Si Yu'an raised his finger and pointed a sword light, which surrounded the flying blood boat, without saying anything else.
"Sect Leader Huo! It doesn't have to be like this!" Chen Pu, who was also standing in the gate of the mortal world, shouted quickly: "This matter can still be undone!"
Huo Shiji faced the turbulent sea of evil alone, facing the terrifying existence that had already stretched out a hand, leaving only the back of the people in the gate of mortal world with the flowing blood-colored robes.
"Fellow Taoists!"
His voice spread throughout the sea of evil: "This matter may be solvable, but this responsibility cannot be ignored. I, Huo Shiji... have deceived all of you fellow Taoists!"
How do you say this?
Jiang Wang was surprised and raised his eyes to look at Si Yu'an. The master of the Jiange Pavilion showed no expression, as if he had already made a guess.
Huo Shiji's voice continued: "What happened today was actually the negligence of my Blood River Sect."
"At this moment, I must admit to you that it is the real person in my sect who is watching the path to the path of expansion, doing things on his own in the disaster, having only ambition, but losing control, and that is how he inspired the evil ancestor of Bodhi!"
"I thought I could calm it down by my own strength, so I concealed it until the evil view of the Yan Dao level appeared, and finally I could no longer hide it."
"But I still have a sense of luck."
"I asked fellow Taoists from all walks of life to help me restore the disaster. I took the opportunity to erase the relevant traces and attributed the incident to a spontaneous change in the disaster, so as to preserve the reputation of my Blood River Sect."
Everyone in the Gate of Mortals was silent, listening to him tell the ins and outs of today's situation. Many things that were previously unclear were confirmed one by one at this time.
Why did the disaster suddenly change with no warning before?
Why was the Blood River Sect able to let the situation deteriorate to this point despite having been in charge of the disaster for so many years? And why, the Blood River Sect was not willing to ask for help until the situation got to this point.
All questions have answers.
Although there are still some details that have not been clarified.
But Huo Shiji deliberately didn't explain it clearly, presumably to protect the real person in his sect.
Wu Bing's face was expressionless and he didn't say a word.
He is as gentle and sincere as Chen Pu, and there is anger in his eyes, but besides the anger, there is also sadness.
Huo Shiji continued: "Because of my dishonesty, you were unable to successfully trace the source, and the situation eventually deteriorated to this point!"
"I was still prepared for the worst, thinking about retreating to the gate of the world of mortals, giving up the realm of blood rivers, and spending the rest of my life rebuilding glory for thousands of years... But Protector Peng's desperate fight woke me up."
"The blood river is the boundary, which was created by countless disciples of our Blood River Sect over a period of 54,000 years. It is also because of the sacrifices made by countless people with lofty ideals in these 54,000 years that the red color of the blood river can be achieved.
!Who am I, Huo Shiji? Why should I give it up? What is the honor and disgrace of my life and death, can it be compared to the millions of souls who died to control the disaster?"
"The situation has come to this, and it is irreversible. This is all the fault of me, Huo Shi, and one person, and I am willing to shoulder the blame! What happened today, but in the end, I hope you will not blame me, the people of Blood River Gate."
"After I die, I ask you all to come back and protect the mountain gate. The Blood River Sect's 54,000 years of honor will definitely not dissipate today."
"We will go to the battlefield, and the mountains and rivers will have their own successors."
Huo Shiji was hanging high in the sky, with his back to everyone, his blood-red robe hunting like a flag.
Finally, he shouted: "Is God guilty of me? Is God guilty of me?"
Respond loudly: "I am guilty of this!"
After saying this in a loud voice, he only shook his body and instantly transformed into a blood-colored giant ten thousand feet tall. His body was covered with Taoism, and the blood patterns showed the principles of heaven and earth. Chaos has its own world. His life's practice has become the whole world.
It becomes apparent at this moment.
He strode quickly through the water and crashed directly into the vast flying sand!
It was a bloody color that could not be covered by flying sand and muddy water.
In this rootless world that has become dark again, it is so bright and bright.
He rushed to the center of the Niehai Sea.
His fist came down like a mountain, hitting the raised palm in the center of the disaster water.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
The entire sea of Nie continued to make explosion sounds.
Huge waves thousands of feet high roared up again and again.
Amidst the turbulence of the waves, and in the never-ending Bodhi Buddha Gate, his voice, Huo Shiji, was so magnificent——
"Three hundred and thirty-three years of calamity, and you will come again when the time comes!"
boom!
There was a final, earth-shattering bang.
The ten-thousand-foot-tall bloody giant suddenly collapsed and turned into a surging river of blood, collapsing in the vast misfortune!
Rising out of trouble again!
This river of blood is like a roaring dragon, rushing through this rootless world and sweeping away all directions.
What evil views, evil voices of Bodhi, and endless negativity were all swept away by this terrifying power and suppressed!
The terrifying power it displayed at this moment had completely exceeded Jiang Wang's limit of perception.
And the river of blood itself is shrinking at an alarming speed, thousands of feet into one, thousands of feet into one, suddenly disappearing.
When the remaining roars that engulfed the sea of evil subsided, the rootless world became quiet at the same time.
All I can see——
The vast black clouds opened.
Nine thousand miles away, all storms are calm.
What a turbid sea.
The vast blood color is so clean!
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A powerful man of the Way of Evolution, the true king of the world, a powerful being who stood at the pinnacle of the extraordinary, died in the Nie Sea like this.
No one could have imagined this before!
If it is not a calamity time, there will be no great disaster.
The most powerful person in the world died on such an ordinary day.
Before the disaster came, what Jiang Wang imagined was just a difficult battle, and at most the danger would involve Dongzhen level.
The disillusionment of life and death cannot be more difficult and impermanent than this!
Because Huo Shiji did not die in this world, he could not arouse the sorrow of the world, and there was no grand funeral that could match the true king of this world.
But who can say that the scene in front of you is not grand enough?
Chen Pu sighed, turned around and walked into the gate of the world of mortals.
Wu Bing still didn't say a word, silently staring at this rootless world.
"It's very brilliant, what do you think?" Xu Ximing asked, holding a six-foot cast plow sword at an angle.
Jiang Wang didn't reply.
"Let's go." Si Yuan just said in the end.
He flicked the grass sword lightly and walked towards the door.
Before being swept away by the sword light, Jiang Wang looked back at Huoshui one last time.
Hua Hua Hua.
Hua Hua Hua~
The sea of Nie is divided into three layers in the field of vision.
The complex turbidity in the far distance stretches without end.
The clear and white scenery a little further away is vast and vast for thousands of miles.
And nearby, the blood-colored boundary river flows around the gate of the world of mortals. The waves roll back and forth at will. It is not happy for anyone, and it is not sad for anyone.
Only the blood color seems to be three points brighter.
