The blood was dark red and turned dark again. As soon as it spilled out, it froze in place.
There is no wind around, and there is no blood flowing around. Everything is imprisoned there.
In the darkest red spot, a figure can be vaguely seen.
This is a figure stained with blood. The whole body is covered with cracks, like glass and like a spider web. It is completely broken and the figure can no longer be seen at all.
Not only the body is like this, but also the soul is like this.
Everything is broken, and the gorgeous color comes from this broken net.
There, there was only one pair of eyes that were not stained red by blood. There was only confusion burning in the clear eyes.
In the depths of this confusion, there is deep fear.
"Owner........"
Below, two figures looked up at the sky with anxious expressions.
They didn't know what happened. They only knew that nine days ago, there were thousands of red rays interweaving in the ten directions of the heaven and earth, flooding the heaven and earth in this area. Then, the red light dyed the heaven and earth again.
However, this red color is stained with blood.
The blood of a strong man, like the current of a rolling river, can even flood an entire world, but in this world, it is imprisoned here.
The bright light shone brighter and brighter.
This is the light on the sculpture. The man surnamed Zhao and the old man saw that the world was frozen solid because of this light.
Because of the existence of this light, the blood did not pour down like heavy rain, and the terrifying energy contained in it did not collapse the sky and wipe out this cave.
Nine days ago, this vision appeared between heaven and earth, and it has stopped until now.
The light is getting thicker and thicker, and the bright red color in all directions has faded somewhat compared to before, but this fade does not make it look better in people's eyes.
Still no Qingming.
"Master... his aura is getting weaker and weaker." The old man took a deep breath and considered whether to take action.
He knew that once the master died, both of them would not be spared and would be buried here. Not only them, but also other second-step slaves.
But in his heart, he had a strong intuition that once the two of them took action, the only chance of survival would disappear in an instant.
After all, the vitality has not completely dissipated, so there is still a turning point.
They didn't know what this turning point was. But they had a strong intuition in their hearts that Chu Cheng might not die.
Because they did not feel the extinction of their souls. Although, the figure in the sky seemed to be dissolved immediately.
The soul is not extinguished or even dimmed. This shows that the river of blood may be just an appearance.
But the two of them still looked worried. After all, this was just their guess. The situation could change in an instant.
In an instant, there are thousands of variables.
They are still anxious because on this ninth day, the darkness of life is even darker than the light of a candle.
"Although... there is nothing strange between you and me at the moment. But with the situation like master, you and I must prepare for the worst." The man surnamed Zhao sighed and said bitterly.
They had known for a long time that this was not a good place and had wanted to leave. If their master had not insisted on staying here, they would not have done so.
Two powerful men once came here one after another, and even had a life-and-death battle. It goes without saying that this was because of the relics of the Immortal King.
They were puzzled, the two powerful men had already arrived, and the destiny object must not be there. Why did their master insist on using derivation to calculate the powerful man known as the God of Killing?
The two of them don't know, and they may never know. Because there is a strong wind in the distance.
The heaven and earth, which were originally still, suddenly started to have strong winds. That was certainly unusual.
The still world finally began to move. The nine-day tranquility was finally broken.
The sound of shattering began to spread.
There was light starting to fly around. It was a butterfly, a blood-colored butterfly. With that figure as the center, it spread out in all directions.
The figure's physical body finally began to disintegrate. These butterflies were fleshy fragments stained with blood. In just an instant, only a dim soul remained.
The physical body is not the end, but the beginning. This soul is also beginning to show signs of collapse.
The blood color finally began to dim, and it seemed to have completely merged into the flying saucer that filled the sky.
The Qingming Festival gradually appeared, and the stars appeared in various colors.
It's just that although the colors of the starry sky are beautiful, there is a touch of desolation.
It's like a snowfall that spreads across the world and destroys the peach blossoms.
"Owner!"
At this moment, the faces of the man named Zhao and the old man finally changed drastically. The vitality disappeared, but in a trance, peach blossoms appeared in the sky and the earth.
This peach blossom appears suddenly and lasts forever.
The continuous rain of flowers is like a heavy rain. It floats in the air, slowly falls on the earth, and extends in the stream that begins to flow.
Likewise, it also fell on the two figures standing on the ground.
What they saw was a trance. When the flowers fell, a mist suddenly appeared.
They were confused because they didn't know why this scene happened. At this moment, they seemed to see countless figures appearing in all directions, meeting each other across the water.
The mere encounter seemed like countless years had passed.
Those figures all stretched out their hands.
One hand, two hands, tens of thousands of hands, connected together, taking one step forward.
The bodies of those figures were full of decay. But when they appeared, they seemed to be completely integrated into the world.
This is two things combined into one. I used to see spring everywhere, but I always felt like something was missing.
When the man surnamed Zhao and the old man saw these tens of thousands of figures, they suddenly realized.
What is missing in this spring is not the greenery, but the former abundance of flowers.
What they saw was that tens of thousands of figures walked hand in hand across the chasm. It was a true encounter.
One after another, laughter appeared one after another, and the laughter echoed in all directions, becoming countless laughter.
The peach blossoms turned into powder, gently stacked up in several layers, and gradually turned into light and medium uniform, and finally became a bridge between yin and yang, leading to the world.
They walked on the bridge and looked at the palm.
In the palm that can cover the sky with one hand, is the stone sculpture sitting on the back of a white tiger.
Some people bowed their heads and bowed, cupping their fists and arching their heads high. Then, they knelt down and kowtowed. There were tens of thousands of them, and the sound was deafening.
"gentlemen."
This sound seemed to break through the entire sky, making the peach blossoms bloom and fall even more violently.
The light became thicker and thicker, and at the end, the two people below could no longer see the sky clearly and could only close their eyes.
When they closed their eyes, they saw another world, and the fragmented soul finally collapsed completely.
Chu Cheng's soul was destroyed, but the two people below were not destroyed along with it.
In the end, Chu Cheng used his last strength to dissipate the connection between him and the slaves.
At the last moment, a thread collapsed in the minds of the two people. They were at a loss for a long time, until the peach blossoms stopped falling, and the thousands of figures disappeared.
Their hearts were shaken, they were anxious and uneasy, and they were filled with guilt. When they looked up, they could not see the palm.
The stone statue in the palm disappeared together with the tens of thousands of figures and the sea of peach blossoms and rain, without a trace.
...
In the vast world, if someone can take a look at it, it will be a big picture of mountains and rivers.
A gust of wind blew through a bamboo forest and finally came to a waterfall.
Before that, there was a desk, pen and ink, and an empty piece of paper with no ink written on it.
It was just a breeze, but when it caressed the table, it lifted up the piece of paper placed in the inkstone and fell into the empty paper.
Then, the wind turned over the paper again, bringing ink color to the empty paper.
It was a faint mass of ink black, like a stone floating in mid-air.
After the wind, there was another wind. Thousands of bamboo leaves fell, some of them fell into the paper.
Occasionally, strange things happened in the world. Because of these leaves, there appeared several times beside the stone.
These are ten words.
Looking at the rocks on its mountain, you can take a step towards the building of thousands of books.