The heaven and earth are like great sorrow, which makes people feel sad.
Among the flowers in Baihua Valley, Feng Qingyan looked up at the sky in a daze.
The blood rain that drifted down with the sad wind had already wet his clothes, and seemed to dye the whole world red in the blink of an eye.
This is the great tragedy of heaven and earth.
Either a saint falls, or a great sage dies.
Logically speaking, the death of a great sage is not a great tragedy for the world. Only in the place where a great sage was born can there be tragedy and blood and rain. The death of a saint is a great tragedy for the whole world, and is accompanied by tragedy and blood everywhere.
With the sound of the death knell of heaven and earth.
However, there are no great sages in Ba City.
What does this mean?
This shows that there was not just one great sage who died, but perhaps ten or even dozens of them.
Only so many great sages died at the same time.
Only then will great sorrow appear in heaven and earth.
Among the flowers in Baihua Valley, An Xiu stood still, looking sadly at the rain of blood falling in the sky, with some sadness in his eyes.
The figure in the east building gradually appeared in the rain of blood.
But it is behind Feng Qingyan.
At this time, the students, professors and others of Burying Mountain Academy heard the "woo-woo" sad wind between heaven and earth, and felt an uncomfortable feeling in their hearts, as if a loved one had suddenly passed away.
"What happened?"
His heart palpitated when he was taught, and he immediately rushed out of the lecture hall.
When he came out and looked at the rain of blood falling from the sky, he was suddenly stunned, as if he couldn't believe it, and muttered: "This, is this rain of blood?"
"Sad wind and bloody rain, heaven and earth are so sad!"
The instruction was painful.
The sound coming from his throat seemed extremely sad.
At this time, more and more teachings were coming. The students rushed out of the house and were stunned when they saw the rain of blood falling in the sky and the sad wind whistling in their ears.
"Sorrow and bloodshed?"
"How can there be tragedy and bloodshed?"
The students at Burial Mountain Academy were all shocked and some couldn't believe it.
In Bo City, countless literati came out and looked at the blood rain in the sky in shock, saying, "Is this a tragic wind and blood rain?"
"It is indeed tragic and bloody."
Some literati sighed and nodded, and then asked with some confusion: "There is a great sage in Bo city? Why have we never heard of it? How do you know?"
Many literati shook their heads and said they had never heard of it.
"When the great sage dies, the tragic wind and blood rain will indeed appear in the place where he is born, but there seems to be no great sage in Bo City. Why is there still the tragic wind and bloody rain?"
Someone said in confusion.
"If there is no great sage in Bo city, then there is only one possibility."
At this time, the scholar said with a solemn expression.
"Then... not just one great sage died." Some scholars in Bo City reacted and said with a shocked expression, "There may be more than ten..."
If it were just Daxian's birth, old age, illness and death, it would be quite normal.
At most, everyone will just feel sad.
However, if dozens of great sages die, what does this mean?
This shows that the world is in catastrophe!
"What?"
Some scholars were horrified and said: "How is this possible?"
"impossible!"
Some people immediately denied it and did not want to believe it.
"Only when a dozen great sages die at the same time, will there be great tragedy in the world, and tragedy and blood will be everywhere." A scholar trembled all over, feeling inexplicable pain in his heart, and the shock in his eyes gradually turned to grief.
At this time, the whole city of Ba was shocked.
Although countless literati do not want to believe it, it seems to be the case.
"What on earth happened to cause dozens of great sages to die at the same time?" On the streets of Baocheng, a scholar asked in the midst of tragedy and blood.
At this time, whether they were men of letters or traders, their hearts were filled with sadness.
In the midst of tragedy and blood.
A figure swept towards the south crazily and swept out of Ba City in the blink of an eye, but the blood rain did not stop.
The gentleman is none other than Zuo Shaozai.
He swept all the way, covering hundreds of thousands of miles, but there was still rain of blood in his eyes and a sad wind in his ears.
"Why is this happening?"
Zuo Shaozai shouted in pain.
Not long after, Zuo Shaozai had plundered more than two thousand miles, but he was still in the tragic wind and blood rain. At this time, he did not continue to plunder, but just stood there in the tragic wind and blood rain.
After a while.
He sighed and silently walked back to Burial Mountain Academy.
As he was walking, he stumbled and fell to the ground.
But at this time, the tragic wind and blood rain spread all over the world, causing the whole world to stir up a storm. They couldn't believe it when they looked at the blood rain falling on the sky.
And the aura of sadness also enveloped the entire world.
…
In the Valley of Flowers.
Feng Qingyan closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing to calm the fluctuations in his heart.
After a while, he played "The Conjuring" again, and "saw" the mist in the netherworld, which made him somewhat "unable to see" clearly.
How is this going?
After a while, he finally found Dayi Zhu and others.
But at this time, Dayi Zhu and others were being besieged by hundreds of "weird" people. From the original eleven, only three were left.
"Righteous Lord, let's go!"
A figure shouted sadly, and a majestic literary energy burst out of it, and one person stopped dozens of "weird" creatures.
However, he was seriously injured in an instant and was infected with a strange aura.
The strange aura was raging crazily in his body, causing him unbearable pain and invading his soul, making him increasingly confused and even unable to control his body.
This person is the great Sima of the Confucian Xiaguan.
"Righteous Lord, escape!"
Da Sima's expression became more and more numb, and he suddenly exploded with a sad cry.
Rumble——
A terrifying aura exploded, instantly destroying dozens of "weird things". However, there were too many weird things in the netherworld.
Even if it self-destructs, others cannot destroy dozens of "weird things" in an instant like Da Sima.
At this time, another great sage was also infected with a strange aura. Although it had not invaded his soul yet, he knew that it would happen sooner or later.
If you can still rush back to the human world at this time, maybe you can still be saved.
However, he could not return to the human world at all.
So he continued to kill like a madman, using all his desperate supernatural powers. When the strange aura invaded his soul, he also chose to self-destruct like a great Sima.
boom--
A terrifying aura exploded, and several strange people died, but the strange aura around them became even stronger.
"Escape?"
The righteous man laughed miserably, could he still escape?
If you can escape.
Even if he has to bear a lifetime of infamy, he will escape and survive for a while, but he cannot escape at all.
At this time, there were still hundreds of "weird things" around him.
There are hundreds of "weird things", and even if the leader is holding the saint's cultural treasure, it is difficult to fight his way out.
If you can't escape, then kill.
"There is righteousness in heaven and earth!"
At this moment, the white hair of the Righteous Master rose into the sky, piercing the sky like silver needles, and a terrifying aura rushed out of his body.
Rumble——
A white vortex appeared in the ghostly sky.
However, it was suppressed by Netherworld, which prevented the white vortex from expanding or accelerating...
And at this time, the deep pit shook again, and terrifying black shadows swept out, making Feng Qingyan's face turn pale as he watched.