This ominous feeling was as terrifying as the sky. Even Han Xiangzi and Zejin Tianzun, who were far away in the sky, felt deeply suffocated.
Han Xiangzi's body is extremely resentful, but at this moment, he also feels suffocated. This shows that in the face of this ominous situation, even he is in danger of death.
The four evils are the ultimate, gathering all the negativity in the world. As long as this negativity continues to exist and there is a trace of distracting thoughts in the hearts of living beings in this world, then these four evils will never be erased.
Therefore, even if it is a taboo, it cannot erase the Four Evils. They can only use seals to defeat them everywhere.
But at this moment, Han Xiangzi felt the crisis of death. This feeling was not weak, but very strong.
This feeling was simply unprecedented. But, at the same time, he felt a breath of longing deep in his soul.
"It's very dangerous there. Even when I'm at my peak, I'm afraid I will fall down there. What kind of terrifying power is there?"
Even taboos cannot erase the deep resentment. What will happen to that legendary place? Is there really a power to transcend taboos in this world?
Rumor has it that there is a taboo on finding that step. But no one has achieved it, not even the most powerful Immortal Lord. Even the unparalleled Emperor has failed.
But right there, there is the power to erase extreme resentment. Is that power really the power above taboos?
"It can't be...yes...yes. It's the same as the second difficulty."
"It's just because there... is truly isolated from the outside world. There is no living being there. Because you can't have negative thoughts, there is no continuous supply of supplementary power there..." Han
When Xiangzi thought of this, his pupils shrank suddenly.
How could there be a world in this world where even a trace of negativity could not penetrate? When he first entered the road to the emperor's arrival, Han Xiangzi also saw that tragic scene for the first time.
A figure, that is Martial Ancestor. It was Martial Ancestor who suffered an unimaginable tragic battle. There, there were countless bones buried at his feet.
Those are all living beings, so how could they not be unwilling to die in battle and resentful of dying in battle?
This is really out of line with common sense, simply unprecedented and unheard of.
What else is there on that legendary road?
He had no way of knowing, because at this moment, he was completely unqualified to set foot there, even though the second difficulty and the third difficulty had been overcome.
But at this moment, I am not qualified, even if I add the three late-stage powers of destruction who have occupied my mind.
Because he knew that in the eyes of that strong man, they were just ants, slightly bigger ants.
At this moment, only one person knows what is in that legendary place.
When that figure stepped into that place, that legendary place, with countless fragments rolling down.
"There may be a pure land here."
The figure stepped into the legendary land and looked in front of him indifferently.
He could feel that it was coming from far away. In the deepest part of this legendary place.
In his pupils, a scene of white snow was clearly reflected.
This is a piece of snow-white, and the sky and the earth are covered with snow, covering the cold streams in the sky.
His eyes were always reflecting the snow and staring into the distance.
High in the distance, two scarlet letters in blood can make one's scalp numb and one's heart tremble with fear.
These two scarlet words completely dyed this world red, but they seemed a little out of place with this world.
The ground is snow-white, dyed extremely pure by the heavy snowfall. The sky is blood-red, and those two words make it look terrifying, like a sea of blood.
The waves of blood are surging into the sky, and the fishy smell is astounding. But below, it is like a fairyland on earth. The blood color only stains half of the square, and the snow color also only occupies half of the square. The two do not interfere with each other, and even a neat horizontal line can be seen
, crossing the upper and lower sides of this world.
However, this figure did not look at the two big blood-red characters, even though they were real characters, not the blurry ones he saw when he first entered the road to Emperor's Advent.
Even the third word was clear at this moment.
This is one word, an unprecedented word. It is also like two words being torn apart.
This is more like a pairing of two words, black and white.
What word is this? The Taoist standing here does not know, nor does he intend to know. Although, those three words give people an extremely depressing feeling.
But his eyes were still on this land.
"Here, there is a pure land. This pure land has no trace of color. So, where is that pure land?"
His eyes have been chasing the heavy snow, looking for that pure land, an island in the sky next to this place.
Sky islands should be in the sky. Why are they in the earth?
When winter turns to spring, everything revives. Here, he doesn't feel any life, it's all frozen by a heavy snowfall.
Is this spring coming and going again? All the mysteries are under the ice and snow. It’s just that this spring is late, and the paintings on the screen have not been opened.
It is really difficult to break through this winter.
"The color of snow covers the earth, and the color of blood covers the sky. Is there any connection between the two parties?"
This person closed his eyes, and at this moment, his aura was stronger than ever before.
He couldn't see the connection between the two colors of heaven and earth, but he had a vague feeling in his heart that there must be some kind of connection.
He was recalling what Wu Anzu had encountered here. What fate had happened to those Mo Chenxiu cultivators back then, and they had achieved great brilliance.
It was a fierce battle that never ended and seemed to last forever.
When Wu Zu set foot here, he must have experienced a fierce battle, otherwise it wouldn't have been extremely difficult.
It was a desolate land with countless bones piled up. The Martial Ancestor was standing on that big mountain made of bones, standing proudly between heaven and earth.
How amazing that is.
But where did this amazing sight go? There is only endless white snow here. Where did the earth come from? Where did the mountains of corpses come from?
He couldn't see, he could only see an endless flat line. He couldn't see anything other than that.
But there is an ominous force coming from all directions. It keeps approaching itself and shrouds the head.
It's like it came out of nowhere, appearing quietly without knowing where it came from.
A ripple echoed in all directions.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the wind and snow, stepping on the snow, approaching step by step.
These footprints are not one step at a time. They are thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and in the blink of an eye, they are millions.
In this wind and snow, millions of figures suddenly appeared. Their faces were clear, and their bodies were full of vitality.