Chapter 676: Buzhou Mountain, the Holy Land of Demons
A thick, black giant sword rose into the air. The sword swelled when it encountered the wind, and instantly turned into the size of a boat, which could easily accommodate the six of them.
The demonic energy that covered the sky and blocked the sun surged out from the inside of the giant sword, covering all the figures on the giant sword. If someone stood on the ground and looked up at this time, they would see a dark cloud in the clear sky.
Shen Lang looked down through the dark clouds and realized that his original guess was absolutely correct. His location was indeed along the coast.
But what he didn't expect was that after the giant sword took off, it didn't head towards the mainland, nor did it have any intention of going to Donghai County. Instead, it rode the wind and waves and flew towards the depths of the endless sea, not knowing where it was going.
A strong man in the Cave Void Realm flies with a sword, and his speed is naturally far beyond Shen Lang's imagination. In less than a blink of an eye, the original courtyard has turned into a small black dot in his eyes. It lies on the coastline of the earth like a blue dragon.
At this time, it was like a dim snake line that quickly moved away in Shen Lang's eyes and gradually disappeared.
Then, all he could see was the boundless sea.
The monks in the Cave Void Realm are very powerful, and their flying speed is unparalleled, but the sea is so vast and vast! So when Shen Lang looked down, he felt as if the world was still, and he could no longer feel the existence of speed!
This not only made him sigh secretly at his own insignificance, but also deeply felt that no matter how powerful the monks were, even the great masters in the Dongxu Realm, they were so insignificant in front of the heaven and earth, in front of the vast sea!
In a daze, he even forgot about himself, life and death, and his body and mind were immersed in the majestic waves of the sea. As a result, he gradually saw and understood many things.
Because no matter what kind of thing it is, under such vastness and magnificence, it is as small as a mote of dust.
Suddenly, he thought again that the unknown old devil once said that he could control a world, and that a small world was being nurtured in the void of Taotie Ancient Jade. He couldn't help but feel a little confused, feeling that this thing was really ridiculous.
The ocean alone is already so vast and boundless. How vast and powerful should the entire world be? Is it beyond the reach of human beings?
And if you can really hold such a vast and magnificent existence in the palm of your hand, what kind of powerful feeling would it be?
Perhaps it is as the nameless old devil said, that such an existence has completely surpassed the monk Fan Tao, and can be called an omnipotent god, right?
Thinking about these things, Shen Lang felt a sense of fear deep in his heart for the first time. Because the unknown old devil had told him that he had the potential to become a god.
And the real gods are so powerful, if one day they really take that step, how will their state of mind change? If the world is in the palm of your hand, you can transcend the suffering of reincarnation, and you can live forever without death or destruction, then you will definitely not be able to do anything.
Then there are people.
And how can you continue to have your own heart when you are no longer a human being? If you lose your original self, you cannot continue to be a bastard without regrets. So even if you are immortal and immortal, what is the point?
Shaking his head slowly, Shen Lang no longer thought about these irrelevant things, but closed his eyes and meditated. However, he did not realize that from the moment he saw the vast ocean, his mind had merged with the vast ocean.
Being together becomes as vast as the ocean, thus jumping out of the good and evil in the world and becoming a little more transcendent...
Time passed very quickly in the monotonous and boring journey. In the blink of an eye, the cycle of the sun and the moon had happened seven times, and seven days had passed.
In other words, with the speed of a strong man in the Cave Realm, he actually flew in the boundless ocean for seven days. This shows how far away the place he wants to go this time is.
Shen Lang had no intention of asking where he was going because he thought it sounded like nonsense. But at this moment, he couldn't help but want to ask.
Because Leng Yanji had previously said that he would not live for ten days, he felt that Leng Yanji was not joking.
But now that seven days have passed and they are still flying on the road, he is naturally very confused about this.
"Just keep flying like this! Are you trying to take me to the edge of the sky or the corner of the sea?" Shen Lang asked in confusion.
"Hahahaha! Almost! If ancient myths and legends describe it, it can indeed be called the horizon." Kuiwu Shura laughed and said, with a somewhat proud look on his face.
"But where is that place?" Shen Lang asked again.
Perhaps because they all felt that Shen Lang was running out of time, Kuiwu Shura did not try to hide it from him, but said directly: "That is the Holy Land of Demonic Dao, Buzhou Mountain!"
"The legendary broken Tianzhu, Buzhou Mountain?" Shen Lang was suddenly surprised.
Regarding the name of this mountain, Shen Lang naturally heard it like thunder.
Legend has it that Mount Buzhou is one of the pillars that support the sky. In ancient times, a certain demon hit Mount Buzhou with his head, causing the pillar to topple and shatter the sky. Countless heavenly fires fell from the broken sky, destroying all living beings.
But these stories are simply stories from folk myths and legends. In his mind, Mount Buzhou is as illusory as the Kunlun Wonderland, making it impossible to find and believe that there really is such a mountain in the world.
But he never thought that not only did Kunlun really exist in this world, but there also really was Buzhou Mountain.
"Of course, most of the legends are false. There is no sky pillar in the world, let alone any sky pillar that was broken and all life was destroyed." Kuiwu Shura laughed at himself: "It's just that people always like to vilify things they hate and give them to them.
It just puts on an ugly cloak."
Shen Lang vaguely heard that Kuiwu Shura seemed to have a hidden meaning, and continued to ask: "What are the benefits of doing this?"
"Haha! Of course there are benefits." The sarcasm on Kuiwu Shura's face was even more obvious, "For example, let's say God makes people die and brings about a catastrophe. So how should helpless and sad human beings vent their grief and anger?
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"This..." Shen Lang didn't know how to answer.
"Anger always needs an outlet, and there is always someone to be a scapegoat. For example, in the yellow history books, a certain unlucky ghost who was judged as a disaster star when he was just born became a sinner who was to be punished by the nine tribes. For example, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered.
After the disaster occurred, there were rumors that the devil hit Buzhou Mountain with his head..."
"Then, countless sorrows and indignations were transformed into a force of justice under the guidance of rumors. They waved butcher knives and shouted nonsense words to uphold justice for heaven. Finally, the great hero solemnly declared under the radiance of light:
Light has defeated evil again, and the way of heaven and light will last forever."
"What's ridiculous is that wars are all equally evil, so how can there be a just war? But whoever has a bigger fist can bully others, so why speak so nicely."
Kuiwu Shura's tone was extremely plain, but he simply described the ugly state of the world hidden by the light. The disdain and disgust for the light in his tone were undisguised.
Shen Lang said nothing and just listened to him quietly.
But Kuiwu Shura stopped talking and laughed at himself: "It seems that over the past few hundred years, my heart has begun to grow old. I actually said so much nonsense, and I still said it to a guy who grew up in the Zhengdao Sect.
This is nonsense that no one believes."
"Actually, I am not a guy who grew up in a righteous sect, and I have never been a standard righteous person." Shen Lang wrapped his body in a black robe and suddenly thought of something he said in Lingyun Zhengqi Hall.
, sneered: "What's more important is that I also hate that kind of hypocritical light."
Kuiwu Xiuluo looked at him blankly, as if he felt a little incredible. After being silent for a long time, he said: "Do you want to abandon the light and turn to darkness? Or do you want to save your own life in this way?"
"It's not that I abandon the light and turn to darkness. I just hate that kind of hypocrisy. It doesn't mean that I really hate all light." Shen Lang said.
"Then what exactly is light in your eyes?" asked the burly Shura.
Shen Lang took his hand out of his black robe, felt the warmth in his palm, and said casually: "Light is actually pure light, but someone has defiled it."
"Hey, let me tell you! What are you two reciting here?" Du Er Shura said impatiently: "And Kuiwu, what on earth did you do this time? You are flying so slowly. It has been seven days and you haven't arrived home yet.
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The heavy feeling of vicissitudes in Kuiwu Shura's body quickly disappeared, and he seemed to have turned into a simple barbaric man again. He said displeasedly: "You old poisoner, you have the nerve to ask, you know that I will carry you for seven days, but you still fight with me."
I didn’t even have enough food to eat, so the speed was naturally a little slower.”
"You have such a strong body, are you afraid of missing two meals? My body is weak and cold, so I need to take more supplements." Du Er Shura said matter-of-factly.
The two people were arguing and arguing with each other. At this time, they did not look like vicious people, but rather looked like the most ordinary ordinary people in the world.
Demon Sect Saint Leng Yanji was still sitting cross-legged, maintaining her silent and cold demeanor.
Shen Lang closed his eyes slightly and once again calmed down as he had for the past seven days.
I don't know how long it took, but the burly Shura suddenly said: "We're here."
Shen Lang opened his eyes and looked forward. Where he looked was still the vast sea. For a moment, he was a little confused about where he was. Could it be that Buzhou Mountain could still be hidden under the sea?
But at this moment, the space seemed to tremble slightly, as if some formation had been touched. Shen Lang blinked, but suddenly saw a towering mountain peak appearing in the sight.
I don’t know how high that mountain is. He was obviously flying in the sky at this time, but when he lay on his back on the mountain, he still felt that he was at the foot of the mountain. The mountain peaks, like sharp swords, were piercing the sky like this, making it impossible to see.
Where is the peak?
Then, Shen Lang looked down again, only to find that he could no longer see the ocean. What he could see were acres of mulberry fields. Autumn should have already entered, and the flowers had withered. But here in the warmth, the flowers were blooming in full bloom.
Gorgeous.
Before coming to the Demonic Holy Land, Shen Lang imagined that this place must be a gloomy and terrifying place where light was difficult to see. But he did not expect that the legendary Demonic Holy Land would be so sunny, like a fairyland in another world.