The sound of the flute is ethereal, the wonderful scenery is ethereal, the hidden mountain is surrounded by mist, and the shadow of the peak is stayed, and the white clothes are better than the fairy posture. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The gold and jade are beautiful, the bright moon is lacking, the scenery painting is defeated, the fairy sound is sorrowful, and the figure is haggard in the lonely mountain.

The veil is light and thin, covering the peerless face, the eyes are clear, the eyes are hazy and tearful, and the flute is still there, wandering among the mountains and rivers.

It seems to be pointing to the spring water to the east, and he is bent on returning to the hundred rivers, but the road is too long, and the sound disappears far away.

The flute sound is wisp after wisp, and it will never stop for a long time.

The sorrow is layered on top of each other, and since then it has become a right and wrong person.

Looking at the sunset, can it bring away that wisp of concern in my heart.

A parting song, a soul-breaking song, tells a history of tears.

"The bright moon in my heart illuminates the filth of this world."

Miserable and bitter, sad and desolate, the broken peak is steep, the yin wind is biting, the flute sound is like a curling cooking smoke, the old man can't bear to be in tears, sit and watch the broken mountains and rivers heartbroken, kowtow to the hearts of the former sages of the past dynasties like blood.

On the mountain peak, the woman was dressed in white and dusty, and the flute sound of the sandalwood mouth was not stopped, and the fluttering tears drifted into the distance with the tactful and slender flute sound.

In front of the stele, the old man was short and thin, and his body was unbearable, and he couldn't help but cry when he kowtowed to the ground, and his guilty heart was in deep pain in the face of the tombstones of the former sages of the past generations.

The sound of the woman's flute, the old man's complaint, the ancient picture, as if it was close in front of me, stretched out to touch, but it seemed to be far away from infinity.

The outstretched palm is empty, unable to grasp anything, when the lingering flute sound in the ears dissipates, all the pictures fade in front of the eyes, disappearing...

The land was desolate, a trace of blood and black aura rose, and a figure was independent, as if it had just returned from eons ago.

When the breeze blew, the corners of his eyes felt cold, and the outstretched palm was gently swiped, and in his sight, a blood-red liquid bead on his fingertips was crystal clear.

"Whose sorrow is it that infects my emotions?"

Looking at this droplet of blood or tears, Feng Xiaoyi's mind seemed to be blank, and it seemed to be full of thoughts.

It's like a big dream, it's illusory in the end, and it's like being there, feeling real, whether it's true or false, he can't tell.

Everything is gone, and at some point, he has withdrawn to the edge of the bloody land, but his heart is still affected.

The old man in the back still stood in place.

A person who has stood there for a long, long time, thinks deeply, and his mind is tired, and his heart will feel tired.

When you are tired, it is time to rest, let your mind be quiet, and give it a peace.

When he retreated to the original place, his former heart seemed to have experienced the baptism of vicissitudes of time, and his mood, demeanor, and temperament all produced subtle differences.

"What do you see?"

The old man seemed to remember some memories, and his tone and expression were a little more serious.

"The figures that appeared in the five realms were full of self-reproach." Feng Xiaoyi replied simply.

"That's the immortal imprint of the past, the legacy of the five generations of demons in different eras." The old man said.

Thinking of it, when he saw those five people, Feng Xiaoyi felt that he was like himself.

"Why are there their footprints here in the past?" Feng Xiaoyi asked.

"That's because it used to be the place where the first generation of demons fell!" The old man replied.

"So, there will be followers to mourn, or will they sympathize with each other?"

Feng Xiaoyi's heart can't tell what it feels like.

"What else do you see?" The old man asked again.

"A picture, a woman's flute, an old man's complaint."

Feng Xiaoyi didn't hide it, and told everything he saw, the woman's sad flute, and the old man's bitter complaint.

"There is a bright moon in the heart, illuminating the filth?"

What the old man wanted to express, the old man thought for a moment, and said frankly: "I don't know who these are, I don't know who they are, and whether they have something to do with several generations of demons. ”

"Is there anything that the predecessors know better?" Feng Xiaoyi asked.

The old man shook his head and said, "That's pretty much what I know, and what else is that the people of the demon body have a very bad reputation, and they are rejected and hated by the world. ”

rejection, hatred, regard as evil spirits, and condemn the whole world, these winds and sorrows have long been known.

The demon body is a taboo in ancient and modern times, and the color of talking about it changes, and the world hates it to the bone, and is afraid of it to the depths, and does not want to mention it, so it has become a taboo, and it is buried with years.

It's always been like this...

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The wind here is cold, the humidity is heavy, the resentment is too deep, and all kinds of negative influences promote each other.

A few days later, Feng Xiaoyi finally knew the ultimate meaning of the old man's coming here, and he used himself to suppress the demon land!

In the depths of the Land of Blood, the evil aura was thick, and a black lotus appeared, the size of a human head, swaying in the void.

The old man sat cross-legged, and the black lotus hung down layers of essence blessings, suppressing the evil qi with peerless divine power.

"Seniors have signs of demonization?"

Looking at the lonely figure, Feng Xiaoyi asked the old man beside him.

"No, but the sanity has been eroded, and the demonic nature in the body has not been removed, and it is difficult to wake up for a day." The old man said.

"What will happen in the long run?" Feng Xiaoyi asked again.

"Maybe you will become a puppet in your life, neither human nor demon, and you will never be able to be yourself." The old man gave a guess.

"I can't even do it myself, so what can I do to survive like this." Feng Xiaoyi muttered to himself.

"A walking corpse." The old man said.

Yes! No thoughts, no joys and sorrows, a real walking corpse, a puppet life!

"This was his original choice, and the consequences had long been expected, and he knew that he still did it, and he never retreated." The old man said.

"You don't need to bother too much, he is extremely strong, he has survived nearly 10,000 years, and he can still withstand it for another hundred thousand years."

The old man said again, maybe this can be regarded as a kind of comfort.

The rocks are ancient, and there are traces of the vicissitudes of time, which is a rare object in this remnant land.

The wind gusted over this desolate land, and the lonely shadow sat alone, silent and silent.

The old man suppressed in the center of the evil land, and the old man sat cross-legged in a vacant field in the remnants, urging the peerless array arranged before his death to suppress the demon land together.

In his spare time, he sat quietly and alone on an ancient rock face.

Man is quiet, but his heart is never quiet, and this place does not let him feel at ease.

"Am I psychedelic?"

"Were those images real, or were they just illusions?"

The wind was incomprehensible, the flute sounded, he saw the ancient picture, the flute fell, and all the pictures dispersed, like an ecstasy, affecting his mind and emotions.

"Where do I come from?"

How many years have passed, and this question has been brought up in his heart again, and he originally thought that he no longer cared about it, but he never thought about it, but today it welled up in his heart again.

"Where are you going?"

I asked myself in my heart, but when I looked at the bloody land, did I already have an answer?

Looking back in many years, will he be the sixth figure? Will it also be the final place of his heart?

Remorse, hatred, and in the end a lifetime of guilt, fate is so the same, will he eventually become one of them?

It was as if Heaven had arranged a way for them, and it was always the same result that would lead to it.

And what kind of repentance should he leave behind?

Leave no harm in the world, this is the condemnation of the world's ancient and modern people!

Can't escape, the whirlpool of fate, can't break free, the shackles of life, how many real examples in ancient and modern times are confirmed!

There's no going back...

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a roar in his mind, and all his thoughts were interrupted, and he woke up like a dream and got rid of evil thoughts.

"Little friend, the obsession should not be too deep, otherwise it is easy to go astray when you live here."

The old man's voice came softly from afar.

Feng Xiaoyi suddenly woke up, he had fallen into the Tao just now, and he almost fell into a demon.

"Thank you seniors, Fang is what I think too much."

Thousands of feet apart, the wind Xiaoyi thanked him in the air.

Three pieces of brilliance flew away, breaking away from the black lotus, and soon, three petals appeared in front of Feng Xiaoyi.

"Put away the three lotus petals, you can protect yourself from evil thoughts for a while." The old man's voice came again.

"Thank you for the gift."

Feng Xiaoyi thanked him, and according to the old man's words, he put away the three lotus petals and put them on his body to protect his body.

These three lotus petals are very special, soft as pieces of brilliance, with divine power, but they don't feel a trace of breath at all, and they are like soft water when placed on the body.

The outside world could not feel the slightest, but he himself could, with a layer of soft divine power in his inner body to protect itself and resist the negative effects of this place.

"Little friend, since you are here, why don't you go and sit on the outer edge of the evil ground, I believe it will be suitable for you." The old man suddenly said something like this.

Feng Xiaoyi paused and said, "Then it seems that the seniors know it." ”

The old man just nodded slightly, his attitude was ambiguous, and said: "Knowing or not knowing, only knowing that Xiaoyou is extraordinary, go, that will benefit you a lot." ”

"Do as your predecessors say."

It could be seen that the old man had no ill will towards him, and Feng Xiaoyi treated him politely, and then walked to the area again.

When he came to the outer edge of the evil land again, Feng Xiaoyi made a new discovery, and felt that the evil spirit and ferocity were greatly weakened, but there was a strong domineering and vigorous blood.

"Are these three lotus petals?" Feng Xiaoyi was shocked.

"Although this place is a land of calamity, it is also a land of blessings, in the past, I taught the Holy Lotus, to be able to successfully transform into a sacred medicine, that is, to absorb the power of the divinity here, it is very important." The old man told this important secret.

"Juniors get it."

Feng Xiaoyi was able to solve his doubts, it turned out that it was these three lotus petal protectors that filtered all the negative forces around him, so he could feel the hidden vigorous blood.

The old man closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and continued to guard the peerless formation hidden under the earth.

Feng Xiaoyi also began to sit down, trying to draw blood qi into his body to see how much he could do to himself.

I don't know if I don't know, these blood qi are like the power of essence blood flowing out, and they can not only strengthen the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force that he cultivates, but also integrate into his bloodline and enhance his physical physique.

As the old man said, this place really benefited him a lot, and he began to gradually enter a state of serious cultivation again.

This time, he put aside the cultivation of formations for the time being, and devoted all his energy to the cultivation of his own strength.

Focused cultivation, ordinary state, ordinary in itself, Feng Xiaoyi's sitting figure has always maintained a normal force movement.

More than half a month has passed, and this land is quiet, and there is no obvious power fluctuation change in Feng Xiaoyi's figure from beginning to end.

It wasn't until another two months had passed that his strength suddenly increased dramatically, and the momentum of the explosion continued.

In one fell swoop, he broke through to the Eightfold Heaven Realm, but despite the deliberate restraint, his rising aura still climbed to a new height.

Yes, he was promoted to the Eightfold Heaven Realm, but more than that, but he did not reach the Ninefold Heaven Realm, which can be called the Perfection Realm.

The Nine Heavenly Realm, this is the complete realm closest to the Emperor Realm, if the qualifications are enough and you enter this realm, the Emperor Realm is just around the corner!

Therefore, the Ninefold Heaven Realm is an important realm that is blocked before the Emperor Realm, and it is extremely difficult to reach this realm.

It can also be said that the Ninefold Heavenly Realm is the first difficulty in entering the Emperor Realm in the future, and it will not be as easy to be promoted as the previous Eightfold Heavenly Realm!

Otherwise, the outstanding young generation leaders in the chaotic lands such as Fu Ping, Izumo Valley, and Kong Lie would not have stayed in the Eight Heavenly Realm for so many years.

And Feng Xiaoyi's current consummation realm is not only the consummation of the eightfold heavenly realm like Fu Pingcang and others, but the consummation of all realms.

In the past three months, the reason why his cultivation has been ordinary is because he is laying a solid foundation, strengthening the foundation, cultivating all the previous realms, repairing the deficiencies, eliminating flaws, tending to perfection, and then gaining momentum and rushing into the Eightfold Heaven Realm in one fell swoop!

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