Chapter 1091

A group of friars began to cross the sea, ready to climb the ladder.

There are no ships on the sea of blood, but it is not difficult for them to walk on the water. Sure enough, the people stepped on the sea of blood, and did not sink, but walked on the sea of blood.

The first person to enter the sea of blood was soon more than ten steps away. The sea of blood was rolling and the waves were surging, but he did not hurt him. When they saw that the first man was not in danger, they became excited one by one, and then quickly entered the sea of blood, and quickly went to the center of the sea.

I don't know if it's because of the large number of people, or if it's moving too fast, some friars can't control their strength gradually and fall into the sea of blood.

Zichen looked at the sea crossing team like the tide, slightly lost consciousness. Many years ago, a Renyuan in his eyes was the existence of the day. This kind of level, is not the purple Chen wants to see can see at all. But at that time the human yuan boundary in Zichen's view, is really too rare, the degree almost compares the treasure.

But many years later, Zichen arrived at this state, which found that the existence of the original human yuan environment, is almost comparable to the world's cabbage, it is countless.

Sure enough... Only at a certain height can we see something.

"I don't know if one day I arrived in Diyuan, would the extremely rare Diyuan strongmen be as rampant as Chinese cabbage?" Zichen thinks secretly in the heart, but want to come this problem is not too realistic, because at that time can have how many yuan state.

But did not arrive at that realm, how can Zichen know how many yuan state this world has?

Zichen, who was absent-minded, soon woke up because he had a very important discovery.

That is, the monks who fell into the sea of blood did not appear again, none of them. They fell into the sea of blood, as if they had sunk to the bottom of the sea without ever showing their heads.

The sea of blood is roaring angrily, but Zichen can't hear the sound of the waves beating. The friars were planting, but Zichen didn't hear the sound of puffing.

As if the whole heaven and earth, in an instant become strange quiet, strange silence, at the same time... Strange.

The monks crossing the sea of blood have the same look, no joy and no sorrow. It's hard to see some malpractices on their faces. But when they see that many of their companions have fallen down and never get up again, their faces should have some changes.

But they didn't. They looked calm and even... Focused.

Zichen can clearly see them, see their calm and focused expression, the distance between the two sides is not far, but he feels that both sides are far apart, as if in two worlds, see things clear and fuzzy, full of contradictions.

Finally, a monk stepped back on the way, but this small step was so obvious among all the monks who were advancing.

The attention of Zichen and his party immediately fell on this friar. I saw him take another step back, and then he stepped back to the third step.

Three steps back, a light suddenly from his body, and then his body is disappeared in the sea of blood.

A person, vanishing out of thin air?

When Zichen and his party didn't understand this situation, they seemed to have a chain reaction, from all directions of the sea of blood, lighting up all kinds of light. And every ray of light came on, representing the disappearance of a friar.

These disappearing friars all have one thing in common, and they all step back three steps at the same time.

But where did they go after they disappeared?

In addition to Zichen, there are many friars who have not entered the sea. They are all wondering about this problem at the moment. But obviously, they are not in heaven.

If you fall into the sea of blood, you will never be able to float up again. If you retreat, you will disappear. Obviously, only moving forward is the only right way.

"There is no sound coming out of the sea of blood, and the sea of anger is still rolling. There should not be no sound. The biggest possibility is to isolate the sound. There should be a system of its own, or a small world. " Lu Peng looks at the positive color road ahead.

"Maybe they've met some kind of formation, and they're in it right now. There is only one way to break the battle. If you fall or retreat, you will... Disappear! "

"They will slip into the sea. Is it something that frightens them? They will retreat. Is it something that is not feasible? "

Without entering the sea of blood, all the speculation in the outside world is useless. Only through personal experience can we know what they foresee, why they will fall and why they will retreat.

After seeing for a long time did not see the famous hall, Zichen and others decided to cross the sea. During this period, the various forces continuously spread their voices to their counterparts in the sea, and no response was received. Zichen naturally also gave up oneself to go in, the idea that other person waits.

The crowd marched forward and stepped into the sea of blood.

As soon as you step on it, you will naturally have a captive force to hold your body. It is said to be stepping on the sea of blood, but in fact, it is no different from the plain.

Zichen stepped into the sea of blood, and then saw the sea of fire. He was in the middle of the fire, and the flames were burning all around him. The pungent smell of burnt paste was introduced into his breath, which almost choked Zichen.

Looking at the fire all around, the ground is burnt corpse, purple Chen eyebrow a frown. He was familiar with the cruel scene.Zichen has killed countless people all his life, but there are few things about setting fire after killing people, and he can't remember it at all.

"Hallucination?" Zichen tries hard to recall whether he has killed people or not, but he can't think of it as an illusion.

The temperature of the fire around him was clearly transmitted to his senses. He tried to take a step forward and accidentally stepped on a dry branch that had not been ignited, making a clear click.

Everything is very real, but Zichen can't remember when he killed these people.

He stepped forward, looked around, looked into the distance, and then saw some burning buildings. It looks like a sect, but it has been cleaned up, and from time to time there are several heartrending cries for help from the flames.

Zichen tried hard to recall that he had a feud with himself and got the sect that deserved retribution. Finally, he thought of a Wuzong.

"Is it Wu Zong?" Zichen went through the sea of fire and wanted to find out some clues.

All of a sudden, his expression was stiff and his eyes were fixed on the front. There, there is a huge plaque on fire, but can barely see the handwriting on the plaque.

Lingwuzong!

A name hidden in the bottom of Zichen's heart and almost forgotten by him. The memory that is about to disappear suddenly surges into Zichen's mind like the tide.

Many years ago, it was not that he killed people, but that his clan was destroyed.

"Yes, this is lingwuzong, my school. At that time, he was destroyed by Wuzong, the elder of Taishang was killed, and the master of penalty hall was also killed. "

The memory in Zichen's mind overlaps with the fire in front of her eyes.

Sure enough, within a moment, a cry that he was very familiar with rang out. A figure passed through the sea of fire. This was a young man. He looked very green. He rushed into the fire with grief on his face. He began to call out the names of his friends. Then he began to search among the bodies.

"Elder Taishang!"

"Master of the temple!"

"Lin Xue!"

"Su Mengyao!"

Zichen quietly looked at this young and immature Zichen, looked at himself in those years, looked at him to see a female corpse, the face presented that wipe of despair.

Although this scene looks very strange, but Zichen is calm to look at.

At that time, the scene of exterminating the clan reappeared. The youth was very sad, but Zichen was very calm. Now he can be sure that this is a magic array.

In the sea of blood, Zichen looks calm, and his steps are calm. The span of each step is the same, and he walks towards the center of the sea of blood.

During this period, there are still people falling into the sea, still some people disappear, but Zichen seems to be unaware, slowly but firmly toward the front.

As the real thing happened, the youth did not find the living person he wanted to live, and then met the people of Wuzong and began to escape.

In this escape career, he has been injured, killed people, ate hard wild fruits, eaten raw meat, chewed grass, bent and strong.

It seems that the scene reappearance, Zichen saw that small mountain village again, saw the green Wang Xianer, Wang Qiong, Wang Shan, and Wang Shi, who had been dead for many years.

Then I met the monk, Su Mengyao and Lin Xue in Cangli City, and more people.

Zichen doesn't know what this fantasy wants to express. There are few warm pictures. Most of them are killing and blood. They are all faces of despair and indifference.

Despair is those who are killed by Zichen. Indifferent face, natural is Zichen.

At the end of the day, a scene of bloody scenes appeared in front of Zichen... The headless corpse flying upside down, the head rolling down, the expression of dying with one's eyes in one's eyes, the bloodstain on the earth dyed red... The ghost that became because of the deep resentment, the Dantian field of despair and self explosion because of unwillingness... All kinds of scenes, all kinds of blood colors.

Most of Zichen and Zichen didn't remember their names.

The scene of killing people is still being demonstrated, just like a quick shot, but even if it is deliberately accelerated, it is only to the scene of Zichen Dan yuan.

Because all the way up to now, Zichen killed too many people, killing people like hemp, killing countless people.

In addition to the image, Zichen's ear still has the sound reverberates, this sound is the resentment, is crying, is in the request for life, like the ghost, the ghost general, constantly floating around him, constantly speaking in his ear.

Looking at the bloody scene in front of me, listening to all kinds of voices calling for life from my ears, and the voice of Zichen's various crimes as mercilessly as the way of heaven.

Zichen's face is expressionless. He looks at the immature Zichen in front of him. He looks forward to maturity. He sees the enemies being killed. He listens to the voice of death in his ears and the voice of condemnation and punishment from the avenue. He looks at everything and looks calm.

I don't want to know what's wrong with me, or I don't want to know what's wrong with himZichen drank: "I have a clear conscience, so I have no regrets."

No regret reverberates in this world. The voice of calling for life in Zichen's ear suddenly disappears, the sound of condemnation and punishment on the avenue disappears, and the killing lens in front of her disappears... The illusion disappears and the sea of blood appears.

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