The bleak autumn wind mixed with the scorching heat of the sun swept across the "Sea of Death", causing the sand dunes to move slowly like waves on the sea.
Viewed from above, this is an ocean made entirely of yellow sand.
Therefore, the autumn wind here is very different from other places. There is no chill, only deathly silence.
Murderous aura must exist in order to kill. This place is like a world of death, with no living beings, but there is no room for murderous aura.
Hence the name "Sea of Death".
A pair of bare feet with cracked skin stepped on the yellow sand, ignoring the hot yellow sand that was burned by the scorching sun as if it was smoking, leaving a series of footprints. When the autumn wind came, there were no traces.
A monk with his bare chest walked in the "Sea of Death", slapping his belly and humming unknown songs.
"What's the use of heaven and earth? There's nowhere to stand."
"What's the use of wind and moon? Red and pink skull."
"What is the use of all things? Tao follows nature."
"What's the use of supernatural powers? I can't see the common people."
"What's the use of giving birth to me..."
But before he finished singing, the monk's voice suddenly stopped and he looked up.
At the end of the line of sight, there is a flying boat crossing the "Sea of Death".
The monk put away his unruly posture, straightened his face, straightened his clothes, clasped his hands together, and recited the Buddha's name.
The next moment, a huge sleeve appeared out of thin air, covering the sky and the sun, and swept it gently.
Immediately, a huge mountain suddenly fell down, hitting the flying boat with the force of the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing.
Although the mountain is lifelike, it is completely pitch black, like a rubbing shadow. It also looks like an ink landscape painting by a famous artist. It looks like it should be the shadow of a mountain peak.
It is the "shadow art" of ancient witchcraft.
In addition to being closely related to the realm and cultivation of the person who performs the technique, its power is also related to the ontology of the rubbing.
The shadow of the mountain suddenly fell on the flying boat, causing many formations above and below the flying boat to instantly overload. The boat body shook continuously, and even a series of sparks exploded in some places. But is the flying boat of the real master in charge different from ordinary passenger flying boats?
It barely withstood the blow and did not crash on the spot.
The broken mountain shadows are like ink falling into the water, gradually diluting and finally disappearing.
Then a huge phantom of a woman appeared between the sky and the earth, standing tall against the sky. It was not her real body, but an outline composed of clouds, mountain peaks, sand dunes, ravines, and the earth, filled with a wild atmosphere.
As long as the direction and angle are slightly changed, the outline of this woman will no longer be visible. Only at a specific angle can this scene be seen.
There is no substance and no way to contact it, just like a mirage.
These methods are not mysterious.
If Qi Xuansu were here, he would definitely be recognized at a glance.
Because he will never forget it.
It's Wu Luo.
But this time it was not just Wu Luo, but a huge gate tower appeared out of thin air next to Wu Luo, with cornices and black tiles, and the door was tightly closed.
Then the door began to open slowly, and the sound of the door opening was like muffled thunder.
This is also an old friend, Lord Siming.
In the blink of an eye, half of the huge portal that leads directly to the Netherworld has been opened. It can be seen that the two giant palms of Lord Siming are supporting the edges of the two portals and are accelerating the opening speed of the portal.
Behind the door is a huge deep space. There are countless shadows swimming in the dark depth, like beasts lurking in the shadows, just waiting for the right moment to choose and devour people.
As the door opened wide, in addition to the billowing purple-black breath, a lively and boiling red light accompanied by a fishy smell emerged from the entrance of the cave.
Immediately afterwards, a river of black and red blood rushed out from the entrance of the cave. The blood was so viscous that it could not be melted. It was like a big river, meandering, and it contained a sense of violence and cruelty, which made people shudder.
The sky was blood red, like a sea of blood hanging upside down.
The river of blood flowed down and flooded the flying boat.
The flying boat, whose formation had been overloaded, finally couldn't hold on anymore and was eroded by the river of blood, instantly riddled with holes.
Many people were only slightly exposed to the breath of the blood river, and all their life essence was taken away, leaving only a blood-red skeleton, which even maintained the movements of the last moment of life.
Feizhou's formation is not a single formation, but a combination of large and small formations, just like the gears in a clock, stacked layer by layer and interlocking with each other. Under the impact of external forces, some formations finally could not withstand the huge pressure and began to collapse
, and the violent fluctuations caused by the collapse of the formation triggered a series of consequences. Many formations that could still persist were affected and began to explode.
The violent explosion that occurred at this time caused part of the deck to begin to collapse, and even fragments continued to fall off from both sides of the ship's hull and fall downwards.
At the same time, the flying boat also lost power and rushed towards the earth.
Seeing that the crash of the airship was a foregone conclusion, many passengers on the airship were full of despair, but there was nothing they could do.
After all, not everyone is as experienced as Qi Xuansu. Many people may have never experienced the fall of a flying boat in their lives, but Qi Xuansu has experienced it several times, just like Wu Luo's experience in sinking a flying boat.
For ordinary people, if they leave the flying boat and do not have enough cultivation, they are afraid that they will be swept away by the roaring wind in the blink of an eye. However, if they do not leave the flying boat, they can only sit back and wait for death, and they will definitely be thrown to death.
There are also heavenly beings on the flying boat, but due to the suppression of the blood river, they are temporarily unable to leave the flying boat and can only follow the flying boat towards the sand sea below.
The monks walking on the "Sea of Death" also quickened their pace.
At first, every step he took was as big as a normal person's steps.
Soon it became one step at a time.
In the end, it was just one step at a time.
And so on, faster and faster.
Behind the monk, billowing smoke and yellow sand rolled up, like a sandstorm, and rushed towards the place where the airship crashed.
In the sight of the monk, the flying boat dragged a long black smoke and light, and fell into the sea of sand. It erupted with a huge sound that almost shattered the heart. Then there was a second explosion. The thick smoke was worse than the smoke, and it rushed straight into the sea.
Skyrim.
The lonely smoke in the desert is straight.
Soon, the monk had rushed to the place where the flying boat crashed. After standing still not far away, he clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name again.
Seemingly to respond to the Buddha's call, a palm came out from the wreckage of the airship and separated the flames. Then Chen Zheng, who looked slightly embarrassed, walked out slowly first. The water and fire energy generated by the explosion of the airship could not hurt him at all, not even his body.
Even the crane cloak cannot be burned.
After all, he is a disciple of the sixth generation, and he is Zhenzhi Zhenzhen after all. Chen Zhengxian is not an ordinary person, and his cultivation as a pseudo-immortal cannot be fake.
But Chen Zhengxian's face was still a little strangely flushed, obviously affected by the blood river.
Chen Zhengxian was dragging a person in his hand, which was his secretary, but it was eroded by the river of blood. Although Chen Zhengxian used his cultivation to barely hang on to his life, he was unable to save his life, and only had his last breath left.
At this time, the secretary's body was completely covered in ulcers. There was not a single piece of intact skin, exposing the rotten and mutated flesh underneath. Even one eye socket had been completely corroded, causing the eyeball to roll out.
The secretary's vocal cords were severely damaged, his teeth fell out, and his gums were left. Even his tongue shrank and he could no longer speak. However, he still looked at his boss with his last single eye.
The tacit understanding between the two of them for many years still allowed Chen Zheng to understand the secretary's meaning first.
Give him a good time.
There was a flash of pain in Chen Zhengxian's eyes, but he still leaned over and reached out to press on the secretary's head.
Immortals caress my head, tie my hair and grant me immortality.
The next moment, the secretary was turned into a powder by Chen Zhengxian.
No more pain.
Chen Zheng stood up straight first, straightened the lotus crown on his head, and looked at the monk.
Under the reflection of the surrounding flames, Chen Zhengxian's face flickered.
The monk finally said: "I have met Master Chen."
Chen Zheng took the first step forward: "Buddhist eminent monk, Nalanda Temple finally couldn't bear it anymore."
The monk said sincerely: "For the sake of the common people in the world, I came here to invite the real person to die."
Chen Zhengxian laughed loudly, and his powerful energy rose into the sky, stirring up the changes in the situation. Although he was laughing, there was no smile on Chen Zhengxian's face, only indifference and majesty.
The monk didn't speak, he just clenched his fists.
Just as the Celestial Immortal lineage is also called the Immortal Immortal, Buddhism also has similar names. The Great Enlightenment Golden Immortal lineage is called the Buddha, the Mahayana Bodhisattva lineage is called the Brahma, and the Great Arhat lineage is called the Bhikkhu.
This monk belongs to the Great Arhat lineage, which is somewhat similar to the human-immortal lineage, but not exactly the same.
Then the monk's whole body was coated with a layer of golden light, and his whole body was like a golden Buddha in a Buddhist temple. It was brilliant and brilliant, and it was the golden body of Buddhism.
The monk is already an immortal, so he can still keep up with Chen Shuhua and Zhou Mengyao.
Even in normal times, Chen Zhengxian is no match.
Not to mention that Chen Zhengxian is obviously no longer at his peak.
One is a tired teacher, and the other is waiting for work.
The outcome is already determined.
This is a fatal situation prepared by Nalanda Temple, and we strive to kill him with one blow without making any mistakes.
The monk's expression was very calm, and he just said: "I have no grudges against the real person. I am just seeking his own government in his position, and I have offended him."
Chen Zhengxian still didn't speak, but took the initiative.
Even if you die, you must die vigorously.
Chen Zhengxian's four limbs, three major dantians, twelve main meridians, eight extraordinary meridians, and all the true energy in each major acupuncture point were all gathered in one place, turned into an inner elixir, and then shrunk into a small point, sinking into the lower dantian
In the sea of qi, a bright golden glow came out of the sea of qi, and finally turned into golden liquid all the way up.
I saw him reaching out and pulling out an invisible sword from the void. If it weren't for the fact that he held it with five fingers and had obvious sword-holding movements, it would be almost impossible to be sure that he had a sword in his hand.
This sword is made of materials from heaven and earth, used as heaven and earth, independent and unchanging, and able to travel without peril. It is the "Taozi Sword".
The monk just punched out and destroyed the mountain.
Just the aftermath of the fist's dissipation caused countless ravines to open on the ground and collapsed inch by inch.
The golden fist collided head-on with the "Daozi Sword" in Chen Zhengxian's hand. The fist was not damaged, but the "Daozi Sword" was shattered inch by inch.
The monk then punched a second time.
Although the monk was born in Buddhism, he did not have much Buddhist aura in him, but more of a heroic aura like a knight-errant.
His magnanimity when taking action is even more so.
What is the use of heaven and earth?
It's just that if I punch it out, heaven will be upon me.