Seeing what happened to Bai Fengming on the shore, Liu Qinghuan finally understood how deep the resentment of those blood soul evil spirits was and how difficult it was to overcome it.
They climbed up from the blood river to the shore again and again, even if they tore Bai Fengming into pieces again and again, even if their souls were scattered again and again, the resentment and anger in their hearts still could not be eliminated.
It wasn't that Bai Fengming didn't want to escape. On several occasions, he did escape from being surrounded by numerous blood soul demons, but he was quickly sent back to the shore until he was cut into pieces again.
Returning to shore, we are going through the cycle of life and death. Only when we pay off all our debts and settle the cause and effect will everything stop.
Liu Qinghuan could only wait, and the wait lasted for seven days. Within seven days, Bai Fengming died no less than a hundred times, and each time he died in extremely miserable and painful circumstances.
Feeling despair again and again, feeling real death again and again, Bai Fengming almost collapsed. Sometimes he cursed loudly like a demon, and sometimes he cried bitterly and confessed and begged Liu Qinghuan to let him go.
Liu Qinghuan had no time to pay attention to him. He was busy saving the blood soul demons who had eliminated their grievances and guiding them on their way home and into the cabin.
They will regain their clarity at the last moment, then stop and say their last thanks to Liu Qinghuan.
But there are also blood soul demons whose souls have been scattered too many times, and they have no chance to return home, and their true souls are gone.
Regarding this, Liu Qinghuan could only sigh, but did not stop him.
It is all a personal choice. Some people are unable to get out of the abyss of resentment and choose to die and no longer suffer the pain of reincarnation.
However, as more and more Blood Soul Demons were transcended, the blood-red river water gradually became clearer, and the clear light from the sky shone on the sparkling water. The sound of the water was gentle, like a farewell elegy.
"Hahahahaha!" Bai Fengming's last maniacal laughter came from the shore. He had gone completely crazy. No matter how tenacious his mind was, it fell into pieces after experiencing countless deaths, and then he chose to self-destruct.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the back bank flashed for a few times and suddenly disappeared. The Mijin River also set off huge waves. Liu Qinghuan only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the Taoist realm suddenly shattered in the next moment.
How terrifying is the power of Mahayana monks to self-destruct!
Liu Qinghuan looked at the stone steps and jade platform that reappeared behind him, and was secretly glad that Bai Fengming blew himself up on the shore, otherwise the consequences would have been disastrous.
Fortunately, most of the Blood Soul Demons have been rescued, and he has not neglected his duty as the extraditer.
When Liu Qinghuan raised his head, he saw Wu Yuan with a complicated look on his face. He hesitated for a moment and raised his hand to say hello: "Master, why didn't you go to practice?"
Wu Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth. It was difficult to say that he wanted to see the outcome of the fight between the brothers and could not calm down and practice.
"Sure enough, you still won." When the result came, Wu Yuan felt that it was expected, but suddenly felt very boring, and he didn't want to talk to someone anymore.
"It's boring, I might as well go practice." Wuyuan waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the stone steps on the other side, saying at the same time: "By the way, let me tell you, I have asked Mao Guang to bring the news here.
Go out, it might become lively here after some time."
Liu Qinghuan looked at his back and couldn't help but be surprised. She didn't expect that the other party was willing to share the dojo with others, but after thinking about it, she understood.
This immortal dojo cannot be monopolized, and it is obvious that because of the pressure of the true immortal, almost no one can really climb to the top of the jade platform.
As the master of Jiuyou Fangyou Mansion, no matter how selfish Wuyuan is, he will still consider the following monks as long as it does not affect his personal interests.
And as long as the people of Jiuyou rush to the same place, it is not difficult for Qingming Taiqing and others to find out the clues, and they will find them automatically, saving him the trouble of making a trip.
"The Lord's righteousness is so good." Liu Qinghuan did not forget to compliment the other party, but only received a sneer.
Liu Qinghuan smiled and didn't care. He was about to walk up the stone steps where he practiced before. After walking a few steps, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Looking down, he saw that the ground paved with green jade was as smooth as before. Not only was there no trace of blood, but the big crater he had made when he blasted it with the ink thunder had also disappeared.
It seems that there are still many mysteries worth exploring in the Immortal Dojo this time, but we will talk about these later. After finishing Bai Fengming, he can finally concentrate on practicing Taoism in peace.
There are so many good things contained in those Taoist meanings. The opportunity is so rare, how can you miss it?
Liu Qinghuan sat down on the eighth stone steps. He first checked the spirit beast bag on his waist and found that Fu Bao was already awake and practicing with his legs crossed.
His aura has stabilized and is even stronger than before, and his cultivation seems to have improved.
This thief is indeed not the one who suffered the loss. It seems to be a blessing in disguise. Who knows what he ate, but there are faint signs of breaking through from the middle of the eighth level to the ninth level, which is equivalent to the Mahayana realm of human cultivation.
Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but be happy for Fu Bao, so he didn't disturb his practice, slowly abandoned his distracting thoughts and calmed down his mind.
Quietness returned to the dojo, with only the breeze blowing by, bringing the fresh air of the forest in the distance.
At this time, in the Mingshan Battlefield, news of the appearance of the Immortal Dojo was spreading rapidly, and many Mahayana monks who had received the news began to rush towards the dojo.
And more outside monks who are unable to participate in this grand event are also ready and looking forward to the day when the battlefield is fully opened.
It can be said that the entire world of immortality is focused on the Mingshan Battlefield at this moment, and everything else must be put aside first.
Therefore, when something happens, no one notices it at first.
In the vast Three Thousand Worlds, each major interface is like a floating island floating in the void. The number of three thousand is just an imaginary reference, and the actual interfaces are more than tens of thousands.
Every day, interfaces appear silently or disappear silently. Especially those small realms with thin spiritual energy. Some of them don't even have monks, only mortals live, so they have no name at all in the world of immortality.
No one cares about whether these interfaces are destroyed or reborn, and no one knows what happened to them and why they were destroyed.
Although the Seven Star Realm is also a small realm, it barely has a name in the world of immortal cultivation because of a spiritual mineral called the Seven Star Stone that is commonly used in Shengsheng refining tools. However, because the Seven Star Stone is too common, the name is also very vague.
, only every few decades will a caravan visit this world to collect ore at extremely low prices.
On this day, the entire interface of the Seven Star Realm was suddenly shaken. Mountains collapsed, rivers were cut off, and the ground undulated violently like waves. However, the water in the vast ocean disappeared overnight, turning into a new highland, erupting hot lava.
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There was such a great change in the world, and there were only some low-level monks in the Seven Star Realm. They suffered extremely heavy casualties in this drastic change.
However, they soon discovered that the new mountains formed by the cooling of lava actually contained a very precious spiritual mineral, so their grief soon turned into joy.
If the spiritual mine is dug out, wouldn't it be possible to sell it for a big price the next time the caravan comes to visit?
However, when they happily dug through the rock formation, they were faced with demonic energy rising into the sky and pairs of blood-red eyes.
When the top-level Mahayana monks entered the Immortal Dojo, and when all the eyes of the Immortal Cultivating World were attracted to the Mingshan Battlefield, the Seven Star Realm, which was originally a beautiful place, had turned into a hell on earth.
In this world, some people are singing and laughing on the high platform, while others are wailing silently in the corner.
If no one cares about those who mourn today, how can we know that those who sing will not end up in the same situation tomorrow?
The destiny of heaven is ethereal and unpredictable.