Volume Reading 1334

There was a slight fluctuation.

That is……

"Jianmu?"

Isn't the source of the fluctuations the branch of Jianmu that Wakagi gave her when she was leaving?

Chapter 27 The other side of the fairy, Bai Lian! 7.5k

Jianmu is a sacred tree worshipped by ancient ancestors.

It is rumored that Jianmu can communicate with heaven, earth, people, gods and ghosts, and is a bridge connecting the nine hells, the mortal world and the fairy world.

It's just that the era was too long ago, and Bai Lian at that time was just a blank slogan, so it was impossible to distinguish the authenticity of this rumor.

In fact, authenticity doesn't matter.

Even if he knew about it, it wouldn't do any good to the current Bai Lian.

She only knew that she really sensed the existence of the Land of Immortals through the branch of Jianmu in the palm of her hand!

As for the ability of Jianmu itself, or the ability that Wakagi gave it?

who cares!

Bai Lian stared at the red dust that floated higher and higher, which had turned into a red sun.

The sun's wind blew on her, making her feel like she was sinking into the hot lava.

What kind of terrifying power is that?

At first glance, she couldn't see how wide the power of the red dust was shrouded.

It seems that this world is no longer ruled by the Tao of Heaven, but has become a plaything in the hands of Hongchen!

This feeling made Bai Lian deeply uncomfortable, and she could only do her best to listen to the fragmentary whispers in her ears.

There is no other way.

The red dust that has reached the immortal realm on the other side is too powerful, perhaps this is the only way out for her.

She listened carefully, it was the voice from Jianmu, the whisper of the ancient ancestors!

Today, she is experiencing a mysterious and mysterious situation. She is clearly in the era of the beginning of this catastrophe, but she has communicated with countless eras ahead.

Some of the voices ringing in her ears came from the ancient times, some from the dark era when monsters ruled, and some from the beginning of the era when sea beasts ravaged...

Different people speak different languages.

However, although their identities are different, their languages ​​are different, and the times they live in are different, their words all point to the same thing—

Catastrophe!

Catastrophe, the most ruthless way.

No matter how hard you put in, no matter how brilliant you are, once the catastrophe comes, everything you hold dear may be wiped out.

From body, to soul, to achievement, all traces of you will be erased.

This is true death!

No one can ignore the catastrophe, and no one does not hate the catastrophe.

Immortal people hate it.

Shengdou Xiaomin also hated it.

How many families collapsed in the catastrophe, how many marriages were broken in the catastrophe, how many inheritances were cut off in the catastrophe...

Years and years, the days, the months and the months, the more and more scars left by the catastrophe, which can never be wiped away.

It is in such a chaotic world that someone will stand up in every era.

They don't ask for longevity, they don't ask for eternity, they just want to find a way to eradicate the catastrophe!

To this end, they even willingly gave up their own lives.

But……

All Bai Lian heard was failure.

fail fail fail fail fail!

She opened the densely written book of the past, and the mottled pages and the old words were full of failures.

Is this true despair?

In comparison, Bai Lian found that his own matter was not worth mentioning at all.

Such despair has been handed down from hundreds of millions of years ago. It has defeated many people, but it has never been able to defeat everyone.

Because people are not just an individual, but a group!

Under the erosion of the catastrophe, no one can stand forever, but someone will always stand.

This is a spirit, a spirit of "standing" bred after repeated torture on that land, a spirit that has been passed down for countless years and continues to be passed down.

Bai Lian's eyes became a little dazed.

At this moment, she found herself falling into another world.

It was obvious that she and Hong Chen were only a hundred feet apart, but she had the feeling that she would never be able to get to Hong Chen's side no matter what.

illusion?

Or real?

It still doesn't seem to matter.

At the same time as she changed, the whispers in her ears also changed slightly.

They are still talking about the catastrophe, they are still failing, but the despair is gradually dissipating, replaced by a more high-spirited momentum.

Here's your chance!

A crack appeared in the indestructible corridor of despair.

The node of change seems to be the Primordial Age in which she lived.

Bai Lian listened patiently, it turned out to be the voice of some acquaintances.

[Blank Road is the birth of consciousness]

[I read all the ancient books, this is something that has never happened before]

【Has the Heavenly Dao shifted? Maybe this time we can really see the other side and end it all]

【Is it really possible? 】

[If the consciousness of the blank Taoism is wiped out because of this, we may regret it for a lifetime]

[But if we don't do anything, we will also regret it for the rest of our lives]

[Let me come, although my research on the soul is not as good as that of witches

God, but it can definitely be called the top three in the world]

[I don't agree with the simple splitting of the blank path into two parts]

[Isn’t this just a matter of negotiation, why do you suddenly regret it? 】

[I mean, only cut a small piece, so that even if you miss, the consciousness of the blank Daozi will not dissipate immediately]

【Just do it】

Bai Lian was speechless.

The impact of this brief conversation on her was even greater than that of Hong Kong.