I don't know how big the battlefield is, in this strange space, there are unknown dangers everywhere, the wooden road people walk slowly, and Tang Bai walks cautiously.

It's another half a year, and in this half a year, Tang Bai has always followed behind the wooden road man, and the frequency of the two walking is surprisingly consistent, and Tang Bai is basically walking on the footprints of the wooden road man.

Slowly, he discovered that the footprints of the wooden road man contained a wonderful set of footwork, and every time the wooden road man landed, he stepped on the node of this space.

Tang Bai once observed various animals in the mountains, and incorporated the various escape methods shown by animals when they were frightened into his footwork, and he has his own unique understanding of footwork.

But he couldn't understand the footwork of the wooden man, because this footwork was too mysterious, as if time and space were constantly changing in his footprints.

Sometimes, Tang Bai feels that he is walking in the tunnel of time, feeling the changes of everything in the world, and sometimes he feels that he is walking in the time and space of history, witnessing the vicissitudes of history.

This is the Tao, the Tao where time and space merge.

Tang Bai was immersed in the subtlety of this change of footwork.

In this strange battlefield, the wooden people were silent, Tang Bai did not speak, and the two of them were like two tireless puppets, constantly advancing.

There is no end to the battlefield, the deeper you go, the more broken bones and broken magic weapons, all kinds of different residual energies are intertwined, turning into endless huge storms, and if you are not careful, you will be drowned in infinite power and torn apart by the energy in the storm.

Soon after, a blood-red sea appeared in front of the two, as far as the eye could see, and the crimson blood waves were surging endlessly, as if there were monsters making waves at the bottom of the sea.

Above the sea of blood, a red cloud gathered but did not disperse, and the blood-red rain poured down from the cloud, and the rich evil qi mixed with the pungent fishy smell came to the face.

The evil qi entered the body, and the 'lotus seed' of Tang Bai's dantian emerged with the word 'blood'.

Stimulated by the evil qi, the scripture of the word 'blood' shines red, like a hungry child, frantically absorbing the bloody evil qi.

The 'lotus seeds' also became agitated, like a monster opening its mouth, creating a huge suction.

The scriptures became more and more red, and even the true yuan and 'lotus seeds' of the dantian turned blood-red. The evil aura was mixed with the desire to kill and bloodthirsty, constantly impacting Tang Bai's sea of knowledge, making his evil thoughts continue to grow.

He was taken aback, and was busy running the "Nine Yang Sutra", keeping his knowledge of the sea clear, strengthening his mind, and not being controlled by evil spirits.

He saw that the Mu Dao people had no feeling in the face of the powerful evil qi, and couldn't help but say: "Senior Mu, is there any other way, the bloody evil qi here is too strong, and I am afraid that I will not be able to bear the path of the true demon, and I can't help myself." ”

Mu Daoren turned his head, glanced at Tang Bai, and said lightly: "Boy, this sea is a sea of blood formed by the blood of the ancient supreme powerhouse, this is a great opportunity, let's practice well!" After speaking, a palm slapped towards Tang Bai, and the huge force suppressed Tang Bai to death, attracting the bloody qi in his body.

In an instant, Tang Bai's evil thoughts in the sea grew wildly, and his desire to kill and bloodthirsty became stronger and stronger.

In desperation, Tang Bai had no choice but to run the "Nine Yang Sutra" frantically, and the thought of one yang emitted the light of the Buddha to the sun, constantly refining the bloodthirsty evil thoughts in the sea of knowledge.

The evil qi that poured into Tang Bai's body became thicker and thicker, forming a thin layer of blood crystals outside his body, as if he was covered with a layer of blood-red armor.

His hair and skin were dyed blood-red, and from a distance, he looked like a devil cloaked in blood, and his anger was terrifying.

His will was getting weaker and weaker, and he felt that he was a lonely city lord, watching over a lonely city in which he had no relatives, no friends, no lovers, only himself.

He felt that he was the cornerstone of an edifice, and the infinite pressure pressed on him, and he carried the magnificent high-rise buildings, and countless people stood at the top of the building, wearing the most handsome clothes, eating extravagant food, and holding beautiful women, looking down on his own life.

All kinds of negative emotions came one after another, turning into different pictures, he saw the ugliness of human nature, saw the oppression of classes, and saw the injustice of the world...

He felt that everything in the world was evil, and that only destruction could lead to rebirth, and only blood could wash away the filth of the world.

Mudao people seemed to be able to see through Tang Bai's inner world, sighed slightly, pointed at Tang Bai's eyebrows.

Tang Bai's heart was shocked, and he woke up violently, he almost fell into the demonic barrier, this bloody qi is so harmful that even the thought of a yang in the "Nine Yang Sutra" can't keep his heart.

His heart moved, and he began to practice the second level of the Nine Yang Sutra.

Some time ago, because of the Pudu Yin Spirit, the power of merit gave birth to the idea of two yangs in his knowledge of the sea.

At this time, the thought of Eryang emitted the light of wisdom, and he instantly understood the reason why he fell into the demonic obstacle: because when he saw the evil qi in the sea of blood, he had fear in his heart, so he had a demon in his heart. When the evil qi enters the body, the evil thoughts grow, the inner demon suppresses the heart, and resonates with the negative emotions in the heart, so he can't restrain himself, and almost falls into the grinding road.

The heart is not Bodhi, nor is it a mirror, the red dust is hot, and the glass cannot be forged.

Tang Bai sighed lightly, restrained his mind, and didn't dare to think about it anymore, here and now, if he is not careful, he will fall into the sea of blood forever.

He closed his eyes and began to practice.

Knowing the truth, there was naturally no fear in his heart, he seemed to have returned to the sea of death, and Yan Feifei was facing the monstrous waves, at that time, as long as one wave head, they could be buried deep at the bottom of the sea.

At that time, he had no fear and fear, nor did he retreat at all, but there was a kind of struggle to survive in death, and a kind of pride in fighting with heaven and earth.

His fighting spirit became more and more intense, and he no longer showed any intention of backing down.

Pure heart and clear thoughts, know from the heart.

Refusing to accept all oppression is his original intention, which is in line with the practice of the "Nine Yang Sutra".

For a time, he only felt that he was clear and quiet inside and outside, as if he had been freed from the shackles of his mind, realized Prajna Samadhi, enlightened wisdom, knew all the Dharma, knew all the origins, had no righteousness and no evil in his heart, and was free from it.

There is no distinction between Buddha and Demon, and the Demon is also a Buddha; the lotus flower comes out of the silt, but it is not a demon; the rainwater accumulates in the valley, and it is mixed and turbid.

At the end of the day, evil energy is a kind of energy.

Knowing the root of it, you will naturally understand the true meaning.

His understanding of the "Nine Yang Sutra" continued to sublimate, and the thoughts of the two yangs became more and more brilliant; like the rising sun, they emitted endless golden light, juxtaposed with the thoughts of the first yang, and shrouded countless thoughts in the sea of consciousness.

The evil energy on his body slowly dissipated, his face was peaceful, the colorful light of wisdom was born behind his head, there seemed to be a smile between his eyebrows and eyes, his body exuded a fragrance, he was peaceful and compassionate, such as a monk who had practiced for many years, which made people feel close to him and did not dare to blaspheme.

Seeing this, the Mu Dao Man smiled slightly, and then turned his head to look at the sea of blood.

In his eyes, a huge ancient city appeared, and a pitch-black lotus flower grew on the city, emitting a pitch-black light like ink, enveloping the huge ancient city.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the black lotus flower quietly before he turned his head and looked at Tang Bai who was sitting cross-legged behind him.

Tang Bai didn't wake up at this time, but with the help of the evil qi here, he fused the dantian true yuan, and was practicing the "Witch Body Dafa".

His thoughts of the two yangs have come to fruition, the door of wisdom has been opened, and his heart has realized that this place is the opportunity to open the submarine cave.

Under the control of his mind, the evil qi and the true yuan turned into a spear that reached the sky, and slammed into the invisible giant gate in the underwater cavern.

One shot, two shots, three shots...

Tang Bai didn't know how many shots he had stabbed, until he heard a loud 'boom', and the evil qi and the true yuan turned into chaos, and he knew that the submarine cave had been shaken open.

He seemed to have entered a chaotic space, and his consciousness was also rising and falling with this chaos, as if he was in a dream, floating up, in a trance, unable to wake up.

Until there was a pain in the top of his head, Tang Bai felt a powerful pulling force, pulling him out of the chaotic dream, and he woke up.

He felt that his body had undergone some kind of change, and he felt that his heart was no longer empty and lost, but extremely satisfied, as if the wanderer of many years had returned to his hometown and found his roots.

He stood up and found that a stream of earth power poured from the Yongquan Cave into the Underwater Cave, and then through the Submarine Cave, a hundred veins flowed back to the Dantian.

He felt that his body was numb and oxygen, as if there were thousands of ants crawling, but he did not feel uncomfortable, this feeling was like a scar growing flesh and blood, and it was as if there was a clear spring washing his soul.

The true element of the dantian formed a cycle with the earth, forming a circle, and he felt that he had formed one with the earth.

After a long time like this, Tang Bai exhaled a breath of turbidity, came to his senses, stood up, and bowed to the wooden man.

Mu Dao said: "Little Taoist friends, remember, practice can not be impatient, when you know the way of nature, everything will fall into place, if it is not for the Tao by your side just now, your soul out of the heavenly palace, trance, do not know the way back, not three days, will dissipate between heaven and earth, this is dangerous, should be cautious." ”

When Tang Bai heard this, his heart sank, and he realized why he was in a trance, dazed as if he had a dream, it turned out that his soul had left the heavenly palace and his soul had left his body.

Tang Bai thanked him again for saving his life.

Mu Dao Man waved his hand and said, "Little Daoist doesn't need to thank me, then you need your own help." ”

Tang Bai nodded and said, "If you can, you will never postpone it." ”

Mu Dao said: "That's it, let's spend this sea of blood first." After speaking, there was an extra wooden boat in his hand, and he threw it into the air, and the wind was long, and in the blink of an eye, it became a shuttle and a short spaceship.

The wooden man opened his mouth and spit out a strange syllable, and the wooden boat was still in mid-air, he flew up, landed on the bow of the boat, and turned his head and said: "In this sea of blood, everything does not float, only flying, small road, friends come on the boat, there may be some danger ahead, and be careful." ”

Tang Bai jumped up, landed behind the Mu Dao people, and said, "Seniors Mu can rest assured, you can save it in the lower province." ”

When the wooden man heard this, he stopped talking, and his mind moved, and the wooden boat turned into a streamer and shuttled in the blood cloud, and the blood raindrops fell on the wooden boat and flew on both sides.

As he continued to go deeper, the evil qi in the air became thicker and thicker, if Tang Bai did not realize the unity of Buddha and demon, this invisible evil qi could make his desires uncontrollable, and he was controlled by the evil qi and became a bloodthirsty demon.

Although the wooden boat is fast, it is not moving in a straight line, Tang Bai knows that the wooden road is avoiding some inexplicable crises.

At this time, Tang Bai stood on the bow of the ship, looking at the boundless sea of blood, the endless blood clouds, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, if the sea of blood was really made up of the blood of the strongest, how many strong people were buried in this battlefield?

He didn't dare to think about it, and when he thought about it, his heart was numb, and it would invisibly breed demons in his heart.

He had no choice but to sit cross-legged, not looking or thinking, with the help of evil qi, practicing the "Nine Yang Sutra", in order to achieve the complete understanding of thoughts.

Cultivation has no sun and moon, Tang Bai completely forgot the time, his mind was completely immersed in cultivation, until a loud 'boom' woke him up, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a huge monster in the sea of blood churning up a monstrous blood wave, crashing into the wooden boat.

The wooden road man's eyes narrowed, and the boat teleported away, and continued to move forward.

But the monster did not stop, and the main body jumped out of the water, and it was a huge fish like a small mountain, and its whole body was blood-red, like a burning flame.

Mu Daoren said angrily: "What a beast, this Dao thinks that it is not easy for you to cultivate, but I don't want you to kill yourself." After speaking, he grabbed it casually, and his palm became bigger and bigger in the air, and his palm was like a heaven and earth, grabbing the giant fish in his hand, no matter how the giant fish struggled, he couldn't escape.

When the wooden man withdrew his palm, the giant fish turned into a blood-red fish that was only three inches long.

Mu Dao Man looked at the small fish in his hand and said: "The fate of the world has its own wonders, and this Dao does not have anything to do with you, a beast, go to the pool in this Dao Garden for thousands of years, and I will let you go." ”

This strange fish could understand the words of the wooden man, and kept nodding.

As soon as the Mu Dao man took it away, the giant fish had disappeared, and he only heard the Mu Dao man muttering to himself: "I don't want to have living beings in the sea of blood, alas, the vicissitudes of life, time flies." After finishing speaking, he said to Tang Bai: "The blood fish just now is of great help to Xiaoyou's cultivation, but in this sea of blood, there is the blood of the brothers of the Dao; ”

Tang Bai was shocked when he heard this, the Mudao people had really fought on this battlefield, but the battlefield here was only tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of years long, so wouldn't it be that the Mudao people in front of him had lived for tens of thousands of years.

He swallowed his saliva, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and said: "Don't say that this fish is stained with the blood of the wooden predecessors, as long as it grows in this sea of blood, it will not dare to eat it below, it is born in heaven and earth, it is the primate of all things, it is different from other species, it is not the same kind of blood food, otherwise it is no different from animals." ”