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Chapter 1,186 Ying Jie

The river of blood of gods is formed by the blood of many gods who were killed in the fifth star ring that year. In addition to the realm of divine fire, there are also many sacred platforms, and even many true gods have died.

Even the God Lord has several statues!

Therefore, this river contains extremely rich heterogeneity, and is filled with overwhelming divine resentment and death.

Although the entire blood river was suppressed by both sides of the river bank, like a resentful dragon being chained, it was completely imprisoned here.

This makes it difficult for internal heterogeneity and resentment to spread in all directions and invade the outside world, but...

If the monks break into the river, they will be attacked.

As a result, the body and soul are dirty, and even spiritual karma will be buried, which will have a great impact on the future.

Only those who have the cultivation level of a quasi-immortal emperor are qualified to cross the blood river of gods without relying on boats.

But it’s just a qualification.

Because of this crossing, there are huge dangers.

On the one hand, this danger comes from the pollution of the spirit of the gods in the blood river, and on the other hand, it comes from the weirdness in the blood river.

There are too many dead gods. In the countless years of precipitation, no one knows whether something evil was born in this river of blood.

Or, something even more terrifying has appeared.

Therefore, even the quasi-immortal emperor must be cautious and alert at all times when crossing this river.

Unless it is necessary to cross the Blood River, otherwise the Quasi-Immortal Emperor would not easily take this road.

Of course, if you have to go, it would be best if you can take a ferry.

So, there was a ferryman.

But it looks like a ferry, but it's actually a patrol.

And the ferry boat is their tool!

Each ship is a treasure specially designed for the gods.

Driving on the blood river, one can naturally exude an aura of oppression.

Ferrying this boat, patrolling the bloody river, suppressing the gods, this is the meaning of ferrying people on this river.

It is also their way of atonement.

At this moment, the ferry boat that appeared in front of Xu Qing was the gift left to Xu Qing by Fairy Linghuang!

The boat was built by Jiu'an Fairy Lord, the father of Fairy Linghuang, for his daughter.

Staring at the boat, Xu Qing's eyes were profound.

He understood the true meaning of Fairy Linghuang in sending this ferry boat.

"Give me a way out..."

Xu Qing murmured in his heart.

This ferry boat is an identity, an identity that ferry atonement.

Although Xu Qing is not a ferryman yet, if one day in the future, Xu Qing makes a big mistake in this fifth star ring...

Then the escape route brought by this ferry boat built by the Immortal Lord of Nine Coasts will become an opportunity for him to survive.

After a while, Xu Qing took a deep breath and bowed to the sky.

Then he raised his feet, walked forward, and stepped onto this dark and dilapidated boat.

The moment he stood there, the boat shook and emitted thick black air, shrouding Xu Qing inside.

After burning a stick of incense, the boat and the people seemed to be one.

So Xu Qing picked up the coir raincoat and put it on, picked up the bamboo hat and put it on his head.

Then, sit down cross-legged.

The breath of time emanated from the coir raincoat and bamboo hat, blending with the black air, shrouding Xu Qing and covering up everything.

Looking from a distance, he seemed to have really become a ferryman at this moment.

Motionless.

He was waiting to see if there was a chance that a fish would actually take the bait.

At the same time, I am also sensing the inner quality and structure of this boat.

Xu Qing is no stranger to ships.

Just like that, time passes.

Ten days passed.

On the bank of the Divine Blood River, between heaven and earth, a long rainbow roared towards me at an astonishing speed...

Inside Changhong, there is a young man.

This young man is pale and weak. He is none other than... Xing Huanzi!

In the end, he chose to walk through this river of divine blood.

Compared with other paths, the River of Spiritual Blood is not the only one.

But he had a hunch that the safest and most secure way was to follow the river of the gods' blood.

So, here he comes.

As he got closer, the premonition of safety and security became stronger. Especially when he saw a ferry docked on the river bank, he felt slightly relieved.

During this whole journey of escaping, he was extremely exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Although he died twice, he was replaced by his Star Tower, but each time he was revived, he would be weaker.

Especially the second death, he did it on purpose.

At that time, he suspected that he was targeted by Xu Qing in some way, so he decisively chose to pay the price with his life to cut off the cause and effect and erase the traces.

And for the truth, the price he paid that time was even greater.

Even though ten days have passed now, I still haven't recovered.

"Although I am qualified to cross this divine blood river due to my cultivation, my current weakness makes me unable to resist the invasion, and if I encounter danger from the blood river itself, I also lack the ability to suppress it.

power."

"So, taking the ferry is the best choice."

"Fortunately, I have never ridden one before."

In his inner thoughts, Xinghuanzi's speed did not slow down. In an instant, he turned into a rainbow and crossed directly into the void. When he appeared, he was already on the trestle on the shore. In one step, he stepped on the ferry boat.

The moment he boarded the boat, the feeling of absolute safety permeated his whole body, causing him to exhale a long breath.

Then he respectfully bowed to the figure sitting cross-legged in front of him, wearing a raincoat and shrouded in black air.

"I met my senior and asked him to sail the boat."

The figure in the coir raincoat did not speak, but the boat swayed slightly, slowly slid away from the shore, and sailed into the Blood River.

Gradually, we moved away from the trestle.

Until, deep into the river of blood.

Until, the scenery on the shore was completely invisible.

In the midst of the tumbling blood-colored waves, in the howling of the strong wind outside the ship, and in the heterogeneous and rich atmosphere of the external gods, Xing Huanzi's mind completely relaxed.

He sat there and turned his head to look in the direction of the western star field, with a sharp look in his eyes.

Whispering.

"Xu Qing, there will always be a war between you and me!"

"You're right."

The figure in the coir raincoat rowing the boat spoke lightly.

As soon as these words came out, Xing Huanzi was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head suddenly, his expression changed drastically at this moment, and a sense of disbelief and horror arose in his heart.

His body suddenly stood up from his cross-legged position.

"Your voice, you...you..."

The figure in the coir raincoat took off his bamboo hat, and the black energy on his body surged around, revealing his face.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

There was a roar in Xing Huanzi's mind. At this moment, the sound of the waves around him, the sound of the strong wind from heaven and earth, all the sounds disappeared. Only the roar in his mind was like millions of thunders, exploding at the same time.

He couldn't believe it, couldn't believe it, and even felt a sense of absurdity.

The person in front of me is actually Xu Qing!

And somehow, the premonition that he would be safe heading to the God's Blood River reappeared at this moment.

But this time... In this premonition, there seemed to be an old and extremely familiar voice echoing in his mind.

"Ying Jie."



One month later.

The river of divine blood is on the other side of the southern star field.

A dark and dilapidated ferry boat arrived silently and docked next to the pier.

The only person who walked out was Xu Qing.

Vaguely, a particle could be seen floating around him.

That is...the dust of heaven.

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This volume ends on the winter solstice.

The new volume is called Mang Zhong. I need to sort out the outline and ideas. I will take a day off tomorrow.


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