Chapter 650: The Boneless Sea, the Boundary of Life and Death
Sikong Nanyan has reached this point. Ordinary monks in the world can no longer see the situation of the eighty-nine tribulations. Only a very small number of strong people can peek into part of the picture.
With Xu Changge's current level of cultivation, it was natural that he could not see Sikong Nanyan who was in the thick black mist. He could only tell through the dictation of Jun Qianhua beside him.
Although Xu Changge could use other methods to force a peek, it would cost a lot of money, so there was no need.
From the description of Jun Qian's paintings, Xu Changge inexplicably sketched out a picture in his mind, and thought to himself: "The Sea of Bones."
Xu Changge was very surprised, how could he know the specific situation of the Eighty-nine Dao Tribulations?
While Xu Changge was still thinking, Jun Qianhua said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist Sikong is preparing to cross the sea."
Hearing the sound, Xu Changge did not think deeply for the time being, but looked at the thick fog above the Rainbow Bridge, as if he could see the figure of Sikong Nanyan.
Sikong Nanyan has gone through more than twenty tribulations, and has more than ten wounds on his body. Of course, these can only be regarded as superficial injuries, and they will not shake Sikong Nanyan's foundation.
However, the disaster Sikong Nanyan will face next is not that simple.
This black sea might stop Sikong Nanyan from moving forward, or even cost him his life.
"What a strong unwillingness."
Sikong Nanyan originally planned to fly across the Boneless Sea, but was pulled down by an inexplicable force and returned to his original position.
Sikong Nanyan had no choice but to walk on the water, keeping vigilance at all times.
After walking a few steps, a hand suddenly penetrated the black water and grabbed Sikong Nanyan's ankle tightly.
Immediately afterwards, this hand began to exert force, pulling Sikong Nanyan toward the water, trying to bring Sikong Nanyan to the bottom of the water.
Sikong Nanyan lowered his head and glanced at his feet, then pointed at the black hand holding his ankle.
"Bang!"
The hand loosened slightly, but the next moment it was tightened again, refusing to let go no matter what.
At the same time, Sikong Nanyan felt that there were many strange things in the water below him. Unfortunately, the Boneless Sea had special laws. Sikong Nanyan's consciousness could not detect the situation under the water and could not make effective decisions.
defense.
Pu Chi, Pu Chi, Pu Chi...
More and more arms penetrated the sea, thousands of them, all trying to catch Sikong Nanyan and not letting him cross the sea.
Sikong Nanyan used all kinds of magical powers, but he couldn't get rid of the pull of thousands of pairs of arms, so he could only step on each arm and walk.
"The will of the remaining soul will last forever."
In ancient times, there were countless strong men who wanted to get the opportunity to become emperors for a lifetime and enjoy all the glory and wealth. However, there was only one emperor in an era, and the rest died on the road.
The Boneless Sea is the burial ground for those who failed to survive the tribulation.
There are no bones left, only an unwilling remnant soul's will is left. Under the control of the laws of heaven, these remnant souls will never be separated, becoming a gap, blocking those who follow the path.
Only by crossing the Boneless Sea can we continue to overcome the tribulation.
However, it is extremely difficult to cross this sea.
Sikong Nanyan reached one-fifth of the sea area, and part of his body sank. Countless arms were draped over Sikong Nanyan's body, and the scene was extremely terrifying.
No matter how much Sikong Nanyan used all kinds of magical treasures, he couldn't destroy these terrifying-looking arms on the sea.
Sikong Nanyan's body seemed to be pressed by countless giant mountains, making it difficult to move forward. Each giant mountain symbolized a ray of unwilling will, attacking Sikong Nanyan's Taoist heart every moment, trying to make Sikong Nanyan
Nan Yan sank to the bottom of the sea and stayed here forever.
Woo——
From time to time, there are sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling, which directly touch the depths of the soul.
Crash--
Suddenly, a small whirlpool appeared in the center of the Boneless Sea. Slowly, the whirlpool became larger and larger, with a diameter of about ten miles.
Everywhere in the whirlpool, there are floating hands of dead souls, ferocious skulls, and Taoist soldiers who have lost their spirituality.
As the whirlpool grew larger, a stone tablet emerged from the bottom of the sea.
The stone tablet appeared in the whirlpool and stood in front of Sikong Nanyan.
There is no word on the monument, but it exudes a strong smell of decay.
Outside, Jun Qianhua has been telling Xu Changge about what happened on the road to disaster.
When Xu Changge heard a wordless stone tablet, a thought suddenly popped into his mind: "Stele between life and death!"
At the same time, another memory image appeared in Xu Changge's mind.
Among the vague fragments of memory, the three young human beings stood at the boundary of the Boneless Sea and saw a stone tablet standing above the sea, with the words "life and death" engraved on it.
Anyone who enters the Boneless Sea means that one foot has entered the gate of hell, and the law of death is entangled in the body.
A human youth in green clothes raised his hand to erase the laws on his body, and gently pushed out his palm, shattering the boundary monument of life and death. Afterwards, the three human youths easily crossed the Boneless Sea and headed for a deeper place.
place.
"This stone tablet seems to be somewhat incomplete."
Jun Qianhua looked at it a few more times and expressed his opinion.
"What does it look like?" Xu Changge asked.
Jun Qianhua raised his hand to carve and sketched out the general appearance of the stone tablet.
Taking a look at the appearance of the stone tablet depicted in Jun Qian's painting, Xu Changge's expression remained unchanged on the surface, but he was particularly surprised in his heart. Because among the memory fragments Xu Changge had just obtained, more than half of the monument between life and death had been turned into powder, leaving just the
The bottom section is the same as the pattern depicted in Jun Qian's paintings.
Is it really just a coincidence?
Xu Changge began to doubt himself.
In the Boneless Sea, this wordless monument of life and death, about a kilometer high, suddenly rose into the sky.
Sikong Nanyan suddenly felt an extremely terrifying pressure, his soul was suffocated, and his whole body was tense. At this time, the sea water had submerged his knees, and countless black hands were grasping Sikong Nanyan's body, making Sikong Nanyan unable to take a single step.
It’s hard to take a step forward.
"boom!"
The Monument of Life and Death was suspended in the air, and soon it hit Sikong Nanyan.
Sikong Nanyan quickly freed his hands from their restraints and used the Cold Jade Immortality Technique. An everlasting Dao map instantly rippled above his head, hoping to block the Monument of Life and Death.
In the blink of an eye, the Monument of Life and Death fell on top of the Evergreen Dao Diagram, causing the Dao Diagram to tremble all the time and might be destroyed.
Sikong Nanyan gritted his teeth and persisted, all the meridians in his body surged, his face was ferocious, and he let out a low roar like a beast.
After staying up for half an hour, Sikong Nanyan finally stabilized the fallen monument of life and death.
So, Sikong Nanyan held up the life and death monument with both hands, dragging countless black hands on his body, and headed towards the end of the Boneless Sea.
Although every step Sikong Nanyan takes requires a lot of effort, he cannot stop. Once he stops, he will be swallowed by the Boneless Sea and sleep here forever.
The powerful men in the world spied this scene and became solemn and dignified.
"If I had encountered such a disaster back then, I would have been buried in the sea. How could I survive until now?"
Emperor Tongtian felt that Sikong Nanyan was really born in the wrong era, otherwise how could it be so difficult. In addition, he was also very glad that he did not face eight or nine tribulations, and he was afraid for a while.