At the bay of the Blood River, there are several floating corpses, sinking and floating. From time to time, a group of strange fish with sharp teeth in their mouths pounced on the floating corpses and gnawed on them. The floating corpses were gnawed to pieces and sank to the bottom of the river. The strange fish was full and left, and after a long time, the corpse surfaced again, but it became whole. Strange fish come and go, corpses rise and fall, and the cycle repeats, as if it will not change.

Zhang Qi is actually sober. It's just that he was restrained by some kind of force, and he was enduring unimaginable cruel torture. This kind of cruel torture can indeed be regarded as a fortuitous creation, whether it is the transformation of the body or the tempering of the state of mind, it can be said that it is reborn. But this feeling of being manipulated like a puppet and being arbitrarily chosen like a chess piece made Zhang Qi extremely angry. My life, I am the master, I judge right and wrong! I judge good and evil! I accept the end!

A dream for a lifetime, Zhang Qi opened his eyes with difficulty, stunned. Why did you give it to me? But let fate sentence me to death, and again and again, awaken me from my humility. In that case, I'll show you the life! Endless resentment, anger, and evil intentions suddenly burst out of Zhang Qi's body, causing the mountain peaks on the opposite bank to reach into the sky to faintly shake.

The river of blood was still for an instant, and Zhang Qi slowly stood on the river, looking around indifferently, and flames of red and white were gushing out of his body. "With the meaning of Zhuang Mustard, weave the joys and sorrows of my life. The cry of grief and indignation resounded through the heavens and the earth. can only be understood, and the countless threads of cause and effect fate that cannot be perceived converge in Zhang Qi's hands.

The sky was dark, and it was beginning to turn gray. The river of blood flowed backwards, and the bright red color gradually faded. Far away, sitting in the canoe, the white-haired old man who was sitting in the canoe and watching quietly was shocked, breathing quickly and whispering: "What is the stimulus to this son? The meaning of subversion is so strong?

From Zhang's hand, pieces of pictures flew out. In the eyes of the white-haired old man, what he saw was that there were countless slices of a life. Joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, love and hatred, converge into a delicate and heavy book. Stretching his left hand and stretching his index finger and middle finger with his right hand, he trembled and cut hard like scissors.

The thunder roared, and the heavens and the earth shook. This period of life cause and effect is completely separated from this time and space, and will never be copied, reorganized, or deduced again. "With the love of wind songs, I feel immortal. He stretched out his hand and slowly wrote in the air. Flowing from his fingers, starlight, black and red ink, turned into countless runes, rubbed on the book of life.

"With the spirit of the emperor, destroy all laws. As soon as he thought of it, his body melted. Turning into red and white, the spirit of fire towers between heaven and earth. "No, wake up, this shouldn't happen!" exclaimed the white-haired old man in horror, swinging his oars. The river of blood erupted again into an overwhelming flood, and countless evil spirits flew out of the blood and rushed towards the fire spirit body, covering him.

If the seeds grow uncontrollably, they must be eradicated and suppressed. Layer by layer, the evil spirits were burned and evaporated by the fire spirit body that Zhang Qi had transformed, turning into gray clouds and drifting away. But the evil spirits that rushed out of the river of blood were endless, and they still rushed fearlessly. The fire spirit body gradually shrank, and the red and white clumsy fire became weaker and weaker.

"I can't let him toss anymore, send it out, and then ignite it when he grows up. The white-haired old man seemed to be discussing something. After a few moments, the gray clouds began to swirl suspiciously, forming a large vortex.

Tang Tian and a few others were awakened, struggling in the river of blood, watching this scene in shock. "Big brother!" Daoyou ----- these people, as soon as they shouted, they were instantly sucked into the gray vortex in the sky and disappeared. Not everyone can understand the truth.

The fire spirit body that opened up had been compressed to the size of a normal person, and his crazy expression gradually became clear. The white-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief, everything was still under control. But then, his face changed wildly, staring incredulously at the swirls of clouds in the sky.

He saw two faces in the whirlpool, and they flashed away. One face has only a mouth, while the other has only one eye. Then a mysterious and terrifying force rushed in along the whirlpool and injected into Zhang Qi's body. "Earth Origin, how is it possible!" exclaimed the old man.

Blazing clumsy fire, refining my golden body. Dead vitality is all nutrients. In the sky, blood and water, evil spirits, flames, and golden bodies formed a picture of danger, horror, weirdness, and excitement. Or death, or nirvana, or detachment. Perhaps, in the end, there is only destruction.

A vortex formed by a gray cloud, disintegrating. In the dark sky, there was a slight crack, as if starlight had penetrated through. The white-haired old man, with his old face twitching, paddled his oars, and the canoe flew into the peak, straight into the sky.

"Apprentice, I am very comforting to the teacher. Just when Zhang Qi was about to lose his support, a divine thought sounded in his spiritual platform. "There is no goodness and no disgusting body, and there is goodness and disgusting movement. If the mind does not move, what does the body have, what is good, what is evil, and if you choose, do not be afraid. I don't know if I'm a teacher, in the end, who's right and who's wrong, who's good and who's evil. I'm just like you, looking for ------. ”

A snowy peak, like the top of the world. An old man staggered, his back was pale, and he raised his hand and waved his sleeve at the unknown place. "Brother, I have the Dark Star Domain, last thought, give it to you. Perhaps, wrong. Zhang Qilingtai sensed a consciousness again, "Lose your humanity, lose a lot." Lose your demonic nature, lose everything. ”

The Bitter Cold Star Sect, the ghost who was respected by all the disciples, never appeared again. Hidden in the sea of clouds, the old way of the childish face, looked at the broken calculation chips on the table, and muttered in a low voice: "He, he's back." "Blood flowed from his nose, and wrinkles appeared on his face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hanmo Building, Master Yan is waving ink. But the ink is on the paper, disappearing in an instant, and the paper is as white as new, "What should come will come after all." In the midst of a long sigh, Master Yan fell to the ground on his back, and the boy who was serving was frightened and shouted in horror. On the lonely peak of the Jialan Temple, the old monk sat under the bell, reciting the scriptures in a low voice, his face was compassionate, and he was more bitter.

For eternity, on the Azure Star, unprecedented changes have opened. Many forbidden places, in the blink of an eye, have appeared. Doubts, excitement, worries, anticipation------