Tang Bai finally calmed down, only to feel that the scorching sun above his head was in the sky, like a furnace hanging upside down, as if he had returned to the desert; he looked around blankly, but he saw two huge stone tablets, standing on the left and right, a hundred feet high, like two mountains towering between heaven and earth.

There are words on the stele, the stele on the left is engraved with a blood-red word 'life', the silver hook is iron-marked, exuding a strange light, and on the stele on the right, there is a dark black word 'death', which is strange as if it wants to devour people's souls.

He stood in the middle of the two mountains, as if he was standing on a line of life and death, one step to the left was life, one step to the right was death, and a path in the middle was like a dividing line between life and death.

Could it be that this is what the woman said about the 'Moon Old Palace'? It was really weird, no wonder the two women did not dare to come by themselves.

He stood in place, and carefully looked at the stone tablets on both sides, hesitated for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the scorching sun was gone, and the surroundings became gray, like a chaotic world before the opening of the heavens and the earth, and the only way was only the path between the two stone tablets, two feet wide, straight as a ruler, and there was no end in sight.

The sight was full of strangeness, he seemed to have fallen into a certain formation, and he couldn't help but want to curse the beautiful woman again.

He drew his long sword, carefully took half a step back, concentrated his spirit, his eyes flashed with electric light, his line of sight continued to extend, the space seemed to have countless runes, and these runes were constantly combined, he continued to concentrate, his eyes were glowing, even the slightest point became extremely clear, and even the runes disintegrated under his eyes;

He kept shaking his head, trying to get the pain out of his brain, which was not only useless, but his brain seemed to be infected, and it hurt everywhere, and when he endured it to the extreme, he fainted in pain.

When he woke up again, he found that there was still a dull pain in his brain, and even his physical strength was exhausted.

He stood up from the ground and found that he was still standing in the same place, the two huge stone tablets were still standing in front of him, and the words of life and death engraved on them were still so dazzling.

He turned around to see where he had come, but found that two stone tablets had appeared behind him again, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and looked to the right again, and the two stone tablets were still standing in front of him.

It's so weird, it's as if there are stone tablets on all sides, and life and death are engraved on them.

Is this an illusion, is this a test of one's mind?

He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, controlling his breathing, constantly calming his mood and calming himself down. Since he can't retreat, he can only move forward, and he never loses madness.

"People die in the sky, and they don't die for thousands of years. ”

He inserted his sword into its scabbard, and without hesitation, walked towards the path among the two stone tablets.

As soon as he took two steps, the air suddenly became viscous, and an inexplicable gravity pressed against him like a mountain, almost crushing him to the ground.

He stopped, took a deep breath, and ran the Witch Body Dafa, the muscles of his whole body continued to bulge, and the green tendons bulged up like tree roots, and then he walked towards the road ahead step by step.

Sweat ran down his cheeks, like a stream, down his neck and shins, soaking his shirt. He felt the pressure in the air increasing, he felt that his body's functions were getting weaker and weaker, and just as he wanted to rest for a while, a gust of wind blew out of thin air, making him unstable, and he involuntarily deviated half a step to the left.

That is, half a step smaller, the whole space suddenly changed. On the huge stone tablet on the left, the word 'life' suddenly emitted a thousand feet of light, instantly illuminating the entire sky, and on the huge monument, six big characters appeared: "The ultimate of life is death." Then the stone tablet where these six words flew away exploded in mid-air, and the whole sky turned into a blood-red color, like a blood-stained red cloth, bright and demonic.

It rained in the sky, blood-red rain, drop by drop, like the blood of a giant dripping endlessly. Maybe this is blood, because this rain is not cold, on the contrary, it emits endless heat, like molten iron, like a flame burning, falling on Tang Bai's body, there will be bursts of green smoke.

Blood-colored lightning came from the sky, accompanied by a deafening thunder, like a blood dragon with teeth and claws, mercilessly slashed at Tang Bai's body; he was split into flesh and flesh, and his flesh and blood were blurred; the powerful electric current flowed in his body like countless silver needles, making him want to faint in pain; and then a gust of wind surged around, this wind was like a knife, a red-hot knife, every time it blew up, it would blow off the flesh and skin on his body...

Tang Bai felt the pain, he couldn't help moaning and wailing, this tearing feeling was a pain that he had never tried before, physically, mentally, it seemed that his soul was trembling, but his mind was still very clear, and he had to keep thinking about how to escape from this strange and strange space.

Maybe the heavens heard his wail, the blood rain slowly stopped, the lightning was also hidden in the blood-colored sky, the thunder disappeared, the wind also stopped, and the mountain pressing on Tang Bai disappeared, and the whole heaven and earth seemed to be quiet for a moment.

But he still couldn't move, the air around him was as hard as a rock, and he couldn't move.

"What is life, what is death?"

There seemed to be a voice in the sky asking, and it was like asking itself.

His brain was spinning rapidly, and perhaps this quiet moment was the last vitality of man;

"Heaven and earth are conceived, all things are born, heaven and earth are tribulated, all things are lost, it is for life and death, above the earth, under the heavens, so the living are moving, but not still, the dead are still and not moving... ”

His thoughts spread boundlessly, to the edge of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, wanting to capture the trajectory of the mystery of life and death, to understand the root of the existence of all things.

He has a sense of life and death, and his swordsmanship is like the three-layer realm that the Buddhists say, and he has long understood the reincarnation of life and death, which makes him feel more deeply in the here and now.

A raw seed seemed to take root in his heart, sprouting like grass out of the ground.

But the avenue was like an abyss, and there was no bottom in sight, and at this moment the blood-red rain began to fall again, and it became heavier and heavier, as if to drench him into a sieve;

His body was already blood-red, pitted and hollow, white bones were exposed everywhere, the fur was blown away by the wind, and the blood vessels fell naked in the air like this, and the blood particles kept oozing out of the tiny tubes, slowly condensing into blood droplets, falling from his body drop by drop, and then evaporating into a blood-colored red mist in the sky.

But Tang Bai did not feel pain, his mind was still immersed in the boundless mystery of life and death, he found himself a seed, buried deep in the ground, unable to see light, unable to hear any sound, he felt very weak, very hungry, he forgot his past and present lives, he only knew that he was a seed at this time, and he had to constantly absorb the nutrients in the soil to strengthen himself, and then break the earth and see the light of heaven again.

The temperature in the soil changes very frequently, sometimes it is very hot, sometimes it is very cold, sometimes it is very warm, sometimes it is very wet, but no matter how the temperature changes, he survives tenaciously, he constantly absorbs the essence of the soil, and constantly strengthens himself.

He found that the earth was getting more and more kind, like staying in his mother's arms, and he found himself growing, and although he had not yet broken the soil above his head, he was confident.

Time passed day by day, and finally in a sunny day, he was strong out of the soil, he saw the longed-for sunshine, so soft, so warm, shining on the body is very comfortable, the whole body is lazy, he found that the world is so beautiful, there are green grass, there are colorful flowers, there are butterflies dancing freely, and there are big trees that are looking at him curiously, its gaze is very soft, like a mother's gaze, which makes him feel very kind.

When it was dark, he saw the moon again, hanging in the sky like a disk, and beside it there were countless stars, twinkling and twinkling as if they were winking at themselves.

He wanted to say to the stars, "Come down, let's play together!", but the stars ignored him and disappeared into the distance of the night.

It was the beginning of a new day, and the weather was not good, it was gloomy, and even the clouds were black, and the occasional thunder made him tremble, and the lightning that swept through the sky was so bright that he could not open his eyes, and then it rained and the wind blew.

The wind was terrible, like an invisible hand that was grappling with him, trying to pull him out of the soil and blow him to the edge of the sky.

The butterflies flew away, the grass was blown to the ground, the flowers were blown around, the trees not far away were also blown to the branches and leaves, and the 'rustling' sound was like telling yourself that as long as you put your roots in the earth, don't be afraid, be strong, be brave, the clouds will disperse, the thunder will pass, the rain will stop, the strength of the wind will run out, and the sun will come out.

The wind and rain finally passed, the sun came out, and he also saw a rainbow, the various colors of light overlapped, the colors were gorgeous, like a seven-colored bridge, and his heart was shocked.

He was disappointed when the rainbow disappeared, but the tree told him that the rainbow would still appear.

So he waited for the rainbow to appear again, and when the spring passed, the flowers were gone, but the rainbow did not appear; when summer came, the sun was no longer warm, and it was as uncomfortable as being burned on his body; and the weather changed very quickly, and he was very unaccustomed to it, and it was not until late autumn that he realized that summer was actually good, and the wind in autumn was so terrible, like a knife, that even the leaves of the big trees were blown off, which made him sad; in winter, he no longer longed to see the rainbow, he only wanted spring to come early.