Chapter 1699: Nine Thousand Miles of Storms Calm

Jiang Wang was galloping in Si Yu'an's sword light. He had already left the waters where the previous battle took place, and also crossed the blood river waters that were regarded as the boundary river of the rootless world... The door to the mortal world could be seen in front of him.

Hearing this extremely chaotic, extremely noisy, extremely upside-down, but clear voice.

He had a kind of "sudden enlightenment" in his heart.

But this kind of sudden enlightenment was not the realization of the truth of life, nor was it the understanding of the laws of the great way.

Instead, he sat under the Bodhi tree until the Bodhi tree also had dead leaves and dust accumulated all over his body. At a certain moment, he suddenly felt a sense of extinction.

He suddenly felt hopeless.

The so-called true meaning of life is that life is boring, life is useless, seeking is useless, and living is useless.

At this moment, he understood moving forward very well, and even went one step further than moving forward.

He just wanted to die.

Once he was enlightened, his heart was as dead as ashes.

Fortunately, Si Yu'an's sword light moved slightly at this time, cutting through his dead silence.

This body has stepped into the door of the mortal world, and the fear in my heart is still there.

The so-called door of the mortal world is suspended above the sea of ​​sin, and there are rivers of blood on all sides.

At first glance, this door is not very magnificent. In the light and shadow, it is the appearance of an ordinary wooden door. There is also an upside-down "Fu" on the door, and the color of the red paper is a little old.

The festive wish of ordinary people is that good fortune comes and disasters are far away.

It is appropriate to use "Fu" to suppress "disaster".

But when you stare at this door intently, you can see the mottled traces of time from the ordinary wood texture. If you are more focused, you can also see lines of rapidly changing engravings on the door panel.

The handwriting is childish.

Some say "Li's Little Tiger's Home"

Some say "Fu Ren's Home"

Some say "A Wan owes me a fruit"

Some say "I am a big idler"

In short, they are all some naughty children's ramblings, and random engravings and graffiti.

It may not have any meaning, but it is the real atmosphere of human life.

Children play and old men laugh.

This door separates the sea of ​​sin, and the world is on the other side.

This door to the world stands in the water of disaster, but it does not belong to the water of disaster. Its other half stands in the world, but it is also isolated from the world.

It is not defined by space or time, nor does it represent any people or groups. It is just a door, a door to the world.

The world is just behind this door.

But the door is tightly closed, not waiting for outsiders.

If this door is not opened, the living beings of the world will pass by.

It looks like a small door, but several powerful True Lords who are as powerful as mountains and seas pass through, and people will not feel crowded.

A door is like a piece of heaven, with its own world.

If you want to find a relatively appropriate description in Jiang Wang's cognition, this door to the world itself is quite similar to a miniature world of confusion. It stretches between the sea and the sea.

It was in this door that Jiang Wang and Si Yu'an looked back at the water of disaster.

But the whole rootless world was in turmoil again.

That kind of tranquility no longer existed, and the laws of heaven and earth left by the great master of the Legalist school, Wu Bingyi, were broken in an instant.

Dark clouds rolled and roared in all directions.

The waves were like anger, crashing into the water peaks one after another, supporting the sky!

The situation of the sea of ​​evil was visible to the naked eye, and everything was falling irreversibly. The abyss is not just a description, but can be equated to the sea of ​​evil itself at this moment.

Si Yu'an, Wu Bingyi, Chen Pu, all of them are great masters, and the world's top masters, but they can only choose to leave temporarily.

Even a three-year-old child should know that things cannot be done.

But at this time, the moving mountain master Peng Chongjian suddenly broke free from Huo Shiji's hand and turned around suddenly on the blood boat.

"Master, please go back! There is still a boundary before the blood river, how can there be no one guarding it? Let me stay here!"

As he spoke, he had already pulled out the black hairpin on his head and raised his hand to shake it forward.

This black hairpin was like a flying sword, whistling and smashing through the layers of space!

But it swelled up against the wind, and in an instant it had covered the sky and the sun.

The towering ancient trees and rugged rocks are a famous mountain scenery. The overall shape of this mountain is like a sitting tiger, towering and overlooking all directions... It is Mount Taiyi, whose main peak is eight thousand feet high and whose mountain body stretches for thousands of miles!

Once a famous mountain in the territory of Xia, many literati and poets left poems to praise it. Once it was taken away, there are still people singing sad songs.

Now it has descended on the sea of ​​sin, and it has fallen down magnificently, with a momentum comparable to the sky falling.

Looking at this posture, Peng Chongjian is actually going to use his own strength to fight against the changes in the disaster, and to fill the sea with mountains... Regardless of the possibility, this momentum is so extreme!

As expected of a person who could once compete with Xiang Fengqi, he is indeed unique.

Mount Taiyi crushed the cumulus clouds for thousands of miles, and fell down with a rumble, as if covering the entire sky!

The rumbling sound of the giant mountain breaking through the air was almost simultaneous with the sound of chanting Bodhi. They collided and resonated with each other.

But in the next moment, the towering giant mountain that fell at a high speed suddenly stopped in mid-air!

After the emptying waves dissipated, it was a hand that supported the mountain.

An indescribable and indescribable hand supported Mount Taiyi!

The reason why this hand is indescribable and indescribable is that when it appeared in the field of vision, Jiang Wang's phantom body of the Red Makeup Mirror collapsed directly.

There was no room for struggle at all.

Even the 50-mile radius that the Red Makeup Mirror had always been able to see was completely dark and no longer remained in the field of vision.

Jiang Wang could not see anything with the power of the semi-finished Eye Immortal.

He only vaguely felt that it was the outline of a hand.

It could not be described by a cultivator at the level of God!

With Si Yu'an's cultivation, he could certainly see the "truth". It was a hand with symmetrical joints, full flesh and rosy color.

It was so vivid that it seemed to come from a normal "person".

This vividness made him frown slightly.

The thatched sword on his waist rang for no reason.

Facing this hand.

Even he could not suppress his sword intent!

Then a strong man like him saw that hand pushed up casually.

Boom!

The Taiyi Mountain, which stretched for thousands of miles, was directly crushed on the spot!

Whether it was rocks and soil, or giant trees and cliffs, they were all shattered in an instant, turning into tens of millions of tons and hundreds of millions of tons of fine black sand, pouring down from the sky!

This Taiyi Mountain was a famous mountain moved from the Xia Kingdom. Peng Chongjian took advantage of the momentum of the Liang Kingdom's restoration and pulled out the roots of the mountain, raised it in his palm, and turned it into a black hairpin to carry with him for decades.

Over the past few decades, it has been nurtured and tempered every day.

With his cultivation as a real person in the world and his magical power of moving mountains, he has carefully managed and carved it for a long time.

It is higher, more majestic, and more solid than the original Taiyi Mountain. In battle, it is naturally more powerful. Much more powerful!

After Peng Chongjian's refining, every blade of grass, every stone, and every mud on this mountain has its own great power.

It can be said that this Taiyi Mountain hairpin is a rare magic weapon in the world that can play a role in real person-level battles. Although it is not as good as the treasure of the cave, it can also be regarded as the limit of human power.

Especially at this moment, under the full urging of Peng Chongjian himself, it has been infinitely close to the power of Yandao. It is also possible to try to challenge the real monarch like Xiang Fengqi did in the past.

But it is such a Taiyi Mountain.

But it was completely crushed by this hand with a light push!

From then on, the world did not hear of Taiyi.

The power of the Mountain Moving Master was gone.

The black sand filled the sky and entered the water, and the waters that had been cleaned by several Yandao Masters became turbid in an instant. The broken sand of Mount Taiyi became the carrier of evil thoughts, and once again caused large-scale pollution to the clean water.

Peng Chongjian himself fell on his back, his breath rapidly declined, and several cracks appeared in his body, like a porcelain that was about to break.

A contemporary master as strong as Peng Chongjian had become like this after just one indirect confrontation!

Huo Shiji, the Blood River Master, pushed him at this moment. The hazy blood light enveloped Peng Chongjian, forcibly closing the cracks in his body, and pushed him and the blood boat under him directly into the gate of the mortal world.

Huo Shiji himself turned around suddenly, with his back to the blood boat, and faced the black quicksand and the living hand in the quicksand.

Si Yu'an raised his finger and a sword light circled the flying blood boat, without saying anything else.

"Master Huo! There is no need to do this!" Chen Pu, who was also standing in the Red Dust Gate, shouted: "This matter can still be saved!"

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 a blood-colored Taoist robe fluttering to the people in the Red Dust Gate.

"Fellow Taoists!"

His voice spread throughout the sea of ​​evil: "This matter may be saved, but this responsibility cannot be shirked. I, Huo Shiji... lied to you fellow Taoists!"

What do you mean?

Jiang Wang was surprised and looked up at Si Yu'an, but the leader of the Sword Pavilion had no expression, as if he had already guessed it.

Huo Shiji's voice continued: "Today's incident was actually the negligence of my Xuehe Sect."

"At this moment, I must admit to you. It was the real person in my sect who was spying on the path of the evolution of the Dao, and acted recklessly in the disaster. He had ambitions but lost control, which led to the emergence of the Bodhi Evil Ancestor!"

"I thought I could calm it down with my own strength, so I concealed it until the evil view of the evolution of the Dao appeared, and finally there was nothing to hide."

"But I still have a lucky heart."

"I asked for help from fellow Taoists from all sides, and wanted to borrow your power to calm the disaster. And I took the opportunity to erase the relevant traces and attributed this matter to the spontaneous change of the disaster, so as to preserve the reputation of my Xuehe Sect."

Everyone in the Red Dust Gate was silent, listening to him talk about the ins and outs of today's situation. Many previously puzzled places were confirmed one by one at this time.

Why did the disaster suddenly change, and there was no sign before.

Why did the Xuehe Sect sit in the disaster for so many years, and actually let the situation deteriorate to this point. Why did the Blood River Sect wait until the situation had evolved to this point before they were willing to ask for help?

All the questions have been answered.

Although there are still some details that have not been clarified.

But Huo Shiji deliberately did not explain it clearly, probably to protect the real person in his sect.

Wu Bingyi had a blank expression on his face and said nothing.

Wen Duru was like Chen Pu, and there was anger in his eyes, but besides the anger, there was also sadness.

Huo Shiji continued, "Because I was dishonest, you failed to successfully trace the source, and the situation deteriorated to this point!"

"I still had a hope, thinking of retreating to the gate of the mortal world, giving up the blood river boundary, and using the rest of my life to rebuild the eternal glory... But the desperate fight of the guardian Peng woke me up."

"The blood river is the boundary, which was created by countless disciples of my Blood River Sect after 54,000 years of struggle. It is also the sacrifice of countless people with lofty ideals in the past 54,000 years that made this blood river red! Who am I, Huo Shiji? Why should I give it up? What is the life and death, honor and disgrace of Huo Shiji? Can it be compared with the hundreds of millions of souls who died to cure the disaster?"

"Things have come to this point, and it is hard to reverse the fate. This is all the fault of Huo Shiji, and I am willing to bear it alone! Today's matter, but it ends here, I hope you will not blame me, the Blood River Sect."

"After I die, I ask you all to come back and protect the mountain gate on my behalf. The Blood River Sect's fifty-four thousand years of honor will not dissipate today."

"We will go to the battlefield, and the mountains and rivers will have their own successors."

Huo Shiji stood high in the sky, with his back to everyone, his blood-red robe looking like a flag.

Finally, he shouted: "Is God guilty of me? Is God guilty of me?"

He responded loudly: "I am guilty of this!"

After he said this in a loud voice, he shook his body and instantly transformed into a blood-colored giant ten thousand feet tall. His body is covered with Tao, and the blood patterns reveal the principles of heaven and earth, and the chaos has its own world. His lifelong practice is all revealed at this moment.

He strode quickly through the water and crashed directly into the vast flying sand!

It was a color of blood that could not be covered by flying sand or turbid water.

In this rootless world that has become dark again, it is so bright and bright.

He rushed to the center of the Niehai.

His fist came down like a mountain and hit the raised palm in the middle of the disaster.

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.

Amid the turbulence of the waves, in the never-ending Bodhidharma, his voice, Huo Shiji, was so majestic——

"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 torrential 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, sweeping away all directions.

All 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 suppressed the sea of ​​evil disappeared, the rootless world also became quiet at the same time.

All I can see——

The vast black clouds opened.

Ninety thousand miles away, all storms are calm.

What a turbid sea.

The vast blood color is so clean!

…

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, there will be no great disaster.

The most powerful person in the world died on such an ordinary day.

Before the disaster, what Jiang Wang imagined was only a difficult battle, and at most the danger involved Dongzhen level.

The disillusionment of life and death, nothing can be more 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 worthy of 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~

Niehai 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.

As well as the nearby blood-colored boundary river that flows around the gate of the world of mortals, the waves roll back and forth at will. Not happy for anyone, not sad for anyone.

Only the blood color seemed to be three points brighter.