The rain of blood is getting smaller and smaller, and it is sprinkled one after another.

It stands to reason that the dragon ladder gradually rises, the closer it is to the green mountain, and the clearer the green mountain should be in the eyes of the winter fall.

However, Dongluo found that as he climbed higher and higher on the dragon ladder, he became farther and farther away from Qingshan, or rather, Qingshan became farther and farther away from him.

The white sea of clouds is clearly visible, but the green mountains above the sea of clouds are uncertain and blurry.

Dongluo climbed up the next step, and the thirsty blood stains were crooked, twisting and spreading on the white jade steps, like Xue Yuxin's brushstrokes when he was lying on the desk with a boring stroke.

The cracked winter fall at the corners of his lips took a long time before he got up, gasping for breath.

After 90,000 steps, there were no more strange scenes of the Golden Wind and Fire Sea Sword Mountain, and some were just pressure, endless pressure, overwhelming, pressing him from all directions.

At first, he could barely stand under this pressure, and then he was left in only one position.

That's climbing.

It can only be climbed.

That pressure was not only on his body, but also on his soul, in his heart, in the meridians, if it weren't for the fact that the material of this dragon ladder was very unusual, he estimated that he might not even have a chance to climb, and he would have been nailed to death in the dragon ladder.

The twelve upside-down peaks around the green mountains are connected with the hundreds of thousands of small mountains around them, and now only a few of them still have the slightest trace of vitality, stubbornly guarding this sea of clouds in the dusk, guarding the green mountains in this sea of clouds. The rest have become lifeless.

Now Dongluo has no mood or energy to pay attention to these, he only has the dragon ladder in his eyes, and the majestic pressure has pressed him so much that he can't think about anything, he can't look at anything, and he has no time to take care of the situation in his body.

Under the strong pressure of the Dragon Ladder, both the Red Lotus Karma Fire and the Extreme Ice were forcibly pressed back into the Dantian Sea, or they retreated on their own, and they were gathering momentum.

It's just that none of this has anything to do with him.

It's never a game he can participate in, nor is it something he can participate in.

In the game of water and fire in Dantianhai, he can only be regarded as a battlefield and a chessboard at best.

He can neither interfere nor participate, and he is not qualified to even look at him like that.

Because one is the ultimate ice condensed by the seeds of the Heavenly Dao, and the other is the flame Red Lotus karmic fire that cultivators in the world are most afraid of.

And he, a year ago, was just a teenager who was drinking in Weicheng, a young man who was always worried that Beimang's army would come over, Weicheng would not be able to hold it, and the green seedlings of the Hetao Plain would be trampled by the horse's hooves. A little boy who may not have a tomorrow at any time.

What qualifications does he have to interfere and participate in the war between the Extreme Ice and the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

So, he can only climb the dragon ladder.

Follow the choices that he thinks are right, and follow the path that he thinks is right.

He could retreat from the Dragon Ladder in one step and exit the Dragon Gate Secret Realm, but he would be dead.

He could continue to climb up, but life and death were unpredictable.

He seems to have a lot of options, but he doesn't have a choice.

Dongluo gritted his teeth and could only climb up step by step on the road he chose.

His dantian sea was still silent, whether it was the ice ridge or the sea of fire, they were silently accumulating strength.

Whether it's a person or something else, a desperate blow and a let go are earth-shattering.

On the dragon ladder, the blood rain had stopped. But it rained again in his dantian sea. It's just not a rain of blood, it's a golden rain.

Like grains of golden wheat sprinkled in the autumn wind, like a little crystal firefly floating in the summer night.

The raindrops falling on the dantian sea do not make ripples, and directly blend into it.

The golden raindrops fell but did not melt, as if they were incompatible with the entire dantian sea. Floating on the sea of fire, floating on ice and snow. Then it quickly flowed towards the border of the Dantian Sea.

The speed of each raindrop is extremely fast, like a thin golden line spread on the dantian sea.

If the soul body of Dongluo was here, he would definitely be surprised to find that when his soul body condensed for the first time by chance, the boundless dantian sea he saw suddenly had a boundary, and countless golden silk threads tightly wrapped the red and blue dantian sea like a thin film in the thick white mist.

The dantian sea is gradually shrinking under the entanglement of the golden yellow silk thread, of course, this small is just compared to the previous dantian sea, in fact, it is still very large.

A drop of water is a sea.

A sea without a drop of water is still a sea.

Whether it is the ice and snow villain or the lotus villain, it seems that they no longer care about the gains and losses of the dantian sea, and let the dantian sea shrink, ignore it, ignore it, and ignore it.

......

......

Zhang Wendao stood above the clouds, glanced back at Jiang Taigong, who was still sitting in the clouds and fishing, and asked with some curiosity: "Taigong, why is there no divine brilliance on the dragon ladder this time." ”

It turned out that Mrs. Jiang, who had closed his eyes, opened his eyes and glanced at Zhang Wendao lightly, "Let me ask you, where does divinity come from?"

Zhang Wendao said without thinking: "Divinity naturally comes from human nature!"

Jiang Taigong closed his eyes again, "Isn't this enough, only the brilliance of human nature can bathe in the brilliance of divinity, the brilliance of human nature has not yet appeared, and the brilliance of divinity will appear so soon." ”

Zhang Wendao obviously didn't believe this somewhat lame explanation, "Taigong, although I don't know much about Shinto, don't lie to me! Back then, the battle of the gods, including the twelve main gods, between heaven and earth, and the big and small divine mansions were all controlled by you alone! This divine brilliance can be given to whoever you want to give it to." I don't believe in human divinity. ”

Zhang Wendao shook his head and said with some sarcasm: "What's more, when the cultivation of the Dao and the cultivation of the Dao reach the enlightenment, there are a few people who still have humanity to speak of. ”

Zhang Wendao still wanted to speak, but Jiang Taigong didn't seem to want to listen to him anymore, so he directly interrupted him, "Divinity comes from human nature but is lower than human nature. Why should a cultivator be called a cultivator, isn't it the one that cultivates, but that truth

Human nature, but most of the practitioners in the world believe that the so-called divine nature is true. Do you know why they think divinity is the truth?"

Zhang Wendao thought for a while and said, "Because the divine nature gives them great power, because the divine nature allows them to do whatever they want, they rely on the divine nature and are afraid of losing the divine nature. So, they're lying to themselves?"

Zhang Wendao said that he felt a little unbelievable in the back, if the cultivators in the world were as he said, it would be too terrifying.

Because, those who deceive themselves, God deceives them.

If every cultivator is immersed in the pleasure of gaining power, and acts recklessly, constantly pursuing greater power, so that in the end they abandon human nature.

If this world had no humanity to speak of, what would the world become? Zhang Wendao didn't dare to think about it any longer.

Jiang Taigong said lightly: "Don't worry, this world is not as bad as you imagined, and of course, it is not as good as you imagined." However, as long as there is a group of people, the world will only get better and better, and humanity will never disappear. As long as human nature does not die, the divinity will not perish, and Shinto will not die. ”

Zhang Wendao thoughtfully, "Are you talking about Confucianism?"

Jiang Taigong nodded, "Yes, only the Confucian education is still there, and the original intention of the scholar is still there, and the people in this world still have human nature, and the way of the world will not become bad." ”

Zhang Wendao nodded and agreed with this truth.

Jiang Taigong continued: "The era of strength will eventually pass. In the future, those who believe that a big fist is the truth, and a high cultivation is the reason, will only become less and less in the future. ”

Jiang Taigong grinned as if he had thought of something very interesting, "Because when they were still very young, their husband would tell them what reason was and what reason was." If they don't listen, if they don't believe, their husband will tell them with a ruler that at the beginning of man, nature is good. ”

Zhang Wendao was a little puzzled, is the role of Confucianism in this world really so great?

A group of people who looked like nothing more than a group of nerds in his eyes, a group of weak people who were powerless, how could they teach the world the truth.

Zhang Wendao said suspiciously: "At the beginning of human beings, is it really good by nature?"

Jiang Taigong shook his head, "There is also evil. But in general, there is still more goodness. ”

Zhang Wendao didn't want to delve into this issue, so he went back to the previous question, "Taigong, then there is no divine brilliance on this dragon ladder until now, does it indicate that there are no people on this dragon ladder...... Humanity?"

After Jiang Taigong groaned for a while, he said lightly: "I won't tell you." ”

Zhang Wendao saw that Jiang Taigong was thinking about it and thought that he would say something amazing, he was ready to listen, but in the end, he heard these four words.

He really wanted to press Jiang Taigong to the ground and beat him hard, and stomped on his wrinkled face a few times, but after thinking about it, even if it was his own body, he might not be able to beat it here, so he still had to

Confession.

Zhang Wendao smiled with a shy face: "That Taigong, there are not many people on this dragon ladder, why don't you tell me who the one you caught is......?

Zhang Wendao said all the fifty people who were still on the dragon ladder in one breath, but he missed Dongluo.

Even he had already eliminated the corpse Jiao before, and he said it again, but he skipped Dongluo directly as if he hadn't seen it. It's not that he didn't think it would be a winter fall, but he thought it couldn't be him, because he didn't want to be him.

Jiang Taigong said lightly: "Are you talking about one less person?" ”

Zhang Wendao shook his head, pointed to the sky, and said with certainty: "It can't be him, and some people won't agree that it's him." ”

Jiang Taigong opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, and said sarcastically: "Are there any people?"

Jiang Taigong looked at Zhang Wendao and said, "If I said that one is him, what would you think." ”

Zhang Wendao laughed and said, "I will think that you are lying to me." ”

Jiang Taigong suddenly said, "After so many years, I have forgotten where did I meet King Zhou Wen when I was still a mortal?"

Jiang Taigong said with some emotion: "This person......! Come, Xiao Zhang, I will find memories for the old man. ”

I'm still old and forgetful, and I'm forgetful. Zhang Wendao reluctantly said with some disdain: "Weishui." ”

It's just that as soon as he finished saying these two words, his face changed instantly.

Be wonderful.

Mrs. Jiang stroked his beard and laughed.

It's a wonderful feeling to get what you want.

(End of chapter)