The end of the mountain and sea boundary.

On the cliffs that meet the sea of blood.

At this moment, everyone stood up excitedly and looked at Feng Qingyan who was stepping away step by step.

"It can be vacated, it can be vacated......"

An old Taoist priest muttered excitedly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

This scene was so amazing that even Zhenjun couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the white-clothed figure who stepped away, as if he was afraid that the white-clothed figure would suddenly fall.

"You must climb the Immortal Mountain, you must ascend the Immortal Mountain!"

There are real people shouting in their hearts.

No matter who climbs the fairy mountain, as long as the fairy mountain is climbed, it means that the fairy road is not broken. And they will also have the means to climb the Immortal Mountain and become the immortals on the Immortal Mountain......

At this moment, everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on Feng Qingyan.

Every time Feng Qingyan took a step, he tightly tugged on their minds, for fear that Feng Sheng would suddenly fall into the sea of blood and become a white bone......

"Three hundred zhang, three hundred zhang. ”

Some people are excited.

Since opening up the realm of mountains and seas and the emergence of the sea of blood, no one has ever been able to walk out of the ten zhangs! Only the white bones can get out of the ten zhangs......

But now, Feng Qingyan has walked out of three hundred zhang.

It made them a little incredulous.

"It's not an illusion, it's really three hundred feet out of the canon. "There is a young Taoist priest, "I will definitely be able to climb the Immortal Mountain and open up a feasible path to immortal enlightenment for my Immortal Dao." ”

"Not bad!"

"Absolutely!"

The young Taoist priests around nodded their heads, all looking very excited.

"It's a pity, why is it canonized? instead of my immortal person?" At this moment, a Taoist priest sighed a little and said, "If it were my immortal person, it would be fine......"

"Definitely. ”

Someone sighed and nodded.

"It's a pity that the canonization is a Confucian person, not a person of my immortal path. ”

At this time, even the real person said this, there was an indescribable sigh on his face, and there was a bit of loss in the excitement, "It would be good if it was a person who was canonized as my immortal path." ”

Although the canonization can be carried out in the sea of blood, it is very likely that you can climb the immortal mountain.

But canonization is, after all, a person of the holy way.

And the Sacred Way and the Immortal Dao......

This can be called the enemy.

Wouldn't it be ridiculous and generous to let the enemy open up the road to immortality for himself, and spread it out? However, although it is possible to be smiling and generous, it can never be compared with the road to becoming an immortal, otherwise how can everyone be excited?

As long as you become an immortal.

Who laughs is not certain.

"Although canonization is not a person of my immortal path, as long as you climb the immortal mountain, you will be a person of my immortal path. Youzhenjun glanced around, couldn't help but shake his head and said, is their focus mistaken?

As long as you become an immortal, who will open it up?

Moreover, if you are canonized and climb the fairy mountain, won't you become an immortal?

Aren't immortals my immortals?

The most important thing now is whether the canonization can climb the Immortal Mountain.

After all, being able to step on the sea of blood for 300 zhang, or even 1,000 zhang, does not mean that you can cross the sea of blood, let alone climb the immortal mountain.

The true monarch and real person on the sea cliff are still more worried about whether they can cross the sea of blood if they can be canonized.

Just cross the sea of blood.

There is still a slight possibility of climbing the fairy mountain.

But anyway.

This is always a good start, after all, there was no one to set foot in the beginning, and now the canonization has taken a thousand steps.

On the sea cliff, everyone was watching nervously, and they also passed the news back to the Great Immortal Gate.

When the true monarch and real person in the immortal gate heard this, they couldn't help but come to watch with curiosity, and when they saw the saint really stepping thousands of feet in the sea of blood, they couldn't help but look forward to it in their hearts.

But.

There are also many real monarchs or real people who are worried.

Worried that only one person can become an immortal, and they will never be able to become an immortal.

After all, becoming an immortal means that the canonization has been transferred from the holy path to the immortal path......

This is the person of the Immortal Dao.

And over the sea of blood.

Feng Qingyan's walking speed was not fast.

It's not that he doesn't want to go fast, but he really can't go fast.

Although the sea of blood may be a projection of the real world, in the dream of reincarnation, it is a real existence.

And it's not as simple as the real thing.

It may also involve reality, so it is not easy to walk, and it requires him to consume a certain amount of dream power.

The power of dreams is very mysterious.

Feng Qingyan didn't know much now, only knowing that he could use a certain amount of dream power every day.

If you run out, you can only wait for the next day.

Or slowly accumulate some.

But.

He didn't know about such an accumulation.

In other words, the power of dreams does not exist at all, but the power of Feng Qingyan's imagination.

No matter what the power of the dream realm is, or whether it exists or not, according to Feng Qingyan's speculation, it will take at least nine days to walk through the sea of blood.

This is the smoothest speculation.

But it may take more time to actually walk.

However, after a month or two, Feng Qingyan felt that it was acceptable, so he really planned to go to Sanxian Mountain to have a look.

Why is it ominous in Sanxian Mountain!

He cares.

The sea of blood is sometimes angry and rolling, sometimes calm, sometimes bloody and mist, sometimes bloody and rainy......

He walked.

From time to time, strange undead suddenly came out of the sea of blood and pounced on Feng Qingyan.

However, Feng Qingyan's walking height seemed to be a bit high, and those strange undead couldn't jump to the height he walked.

It's only about a fifth of the way up.

So Feng Qingyan didn't pay attention to it and continued to go to the Immortal Mountain.

The welcoming boy before that time had long since disappeared, but the strange aura was filled with a sea of blood, and it was even more entwined with the Three Immortals Mountain......

Inauspicious!

Horrible ominous!

Feng Qingyan's face was calm, and he calmly walked away.

What is the relationship between the ominousness on his body and the ominousness of the Three Immortals Mountain?

This was the main reason why he traveled to Sanxian Mountain.

Before I knew it, I had gone deep into the sea of blood, and I saw more terrifying undead coming out of the sea of blood.

It's like a beast tide, very terrifying.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan was also a little curious about the sea of blood, how many monsters were buried under the sea of blood?

Is there still a relationship between this sea of blood and the queen of blood?

He looked at the sea cliff behind him and found that the sea cliff was already invisible, so he called out the blood queen and said, "Blood queen, is this blood sea related to you?"

After the blood that emerged, it was a strange and red ball of blood, and after taking a closer look at the sea of blood, he said: "Huifujun, this sea of blood has nothing to do with me......"

"This is where you were born. ”

Sealing Qingyan Road.

“......”

The Blood Queen was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Fu Jun, the last general needs to be born here, but the sea of blood here really has nothing to do with the last general." However, this sea of blood is very strange, and it seems to be hiding something......"

"Tsk-"

After a while, the Blood Queen couldn't help but exclaim, and said, "Fu Jun, this sea of blood has buried a lot of terrifying existences." ”

At this moment, two black lights shot out of Feng Qingyan's eyes, and he saw countless bones buried under the sea of blood.

There are men and beasts, too many to count.

I also saw that under the sea of blood, there were countless undead who had been turned into resentment......

It seems that the undead are entangled in something, unable to come out of the sea of blood, let alone disperse.

As a result, the resentment in the sea of blood accumulated more and more terrifyingly.

Under the sea of blood was inky black.

The resentment is not gone.

The resentment does not go away!

At this moment, Feng Qingyan stopped and carefully observed the sea of blood, but he still couldn't see clearly, what was it, entangled with the undead......

But.

He felt a strong sense of foreboding.

Is it ominous?

But ominous, his "broken void and subtle" supernatural powers, can not be observed.

Ominous is mysterious and terrifying.

Although he couldn't observe it, he guessed that it was ominous, that it was ominous that it was entangled in a sea of blood, or that it was ominous that turned this place into a sea of blood.

Since nothing can be found after the blood, take the blood queen back to the ghost gate.

He continued walking.

"There is no obstacle in the heart, there is no obstacle in the way, there is no terror ......"

I don't know when.

In the rolling sea of blood, there was a looming Buddha chant, which made him a little surprised.

"Far from upside-down dreams, ...... nirvana"

Gradually.

The Buddha's hymn in the sea of blood is bigger, just like Huang Zhong Dalu.

This made Feng Qingyan even more surprised, seeing that the rolling sea of blood slowly calmed down under the Buddha's chant full of Buddha-like breath.

It's terrifying.

"Who?"

Feng Qingyan was curious.

He didn't expect that there would be people who would be able to walk in the sea of blood......

In the dream of reincarnation, the sea of blood is a very special existence, and ordinary people cannot step into the sea of blood.

"The Buddhas of the Three Worlds, according to Prajnaparamita, ......"

The Buddha's hymn in the sea of blood is getting bigger and bigger, like the voice of ten thousand people, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, deafening.

Feng Qingyan looked up and saw that there was a Buddha light born in the distance, turning into thousands of zhang, ten thousand zhang.

In an instant, the Buddha's light was immeasurable.

At this time, Feng Qingyan finally saw who the Buddha's song came from.

In the calm sea of blood.

A young white-robed monk came with a wave of blood.

I saw him lower his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, gently knocked on the wooden fish, and spit out white scripture symbols from his mouth.

The scripture symbols are transformed into immeasurable Buddhas in the light of the Buddha.

The Buddha threw flowers, not angry, not stupid.

Suppress the sea of blood.

"The white-clothed monk?"

Feng Qingyan was not surprised.

The white-clothed monk who came from the sea of blood by accident was a little too young.

He looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

The handsome too much, too.

But.

The young white-clothed monk also died.

There is also an ominous thing about him, and it seems that the ominousness on his body is even stronger than that of the welcoming boy.

In a sea of blood.

The white-clothed monk stepped on the blood wave, exuding immeasurable Buddha light on his body, as if the Buddha had descended into the world. And the Buddha chant spit out of his mouth is getting bigger and bigger, and it seems to be ringing not only in Feng Qingyan's ears, but also in his heart.

In the light of the Buddha.

A Buddha with a face that cannot be seen clearly is being born.

At a glance, the sea of blood is full of Buddha's sea.

There are thousands of Buddhas.

Infinitely merciful.

The sound of the striking wooden fish, like a bell ringing through the ages, is melodious and ancient.

It hit Feng Qingyan's heart one by one.

"Therefore, to say the Prajnaparamita mantra is to say the mantra: Reveal the truth, reveal the truth, reveal the truth, and the monk reveals the truth......"

The Buddha's chant sounded from the bottom of my heart.

It seemed to be sealing Qingyan, which made him a little stunned.

If he wasn't the master of the dream of reincarnation, I'm afraid it was really possible to be tempered.

The sound of the Buddha lingering in the ears is like the chanting of ten thousand Buddhas, and the sound of the wooden fish is like the sound of the eternal bell. The sound of the Buddha is like a shackle, tightly tied to people's bodies, making people unable to break free......

But it couldn't lock Feng Qingyan.

However, he saw the undead who came out of the sea of blood, or the bones, but they were subdued by the white-clothed monk.

The spirits or bones of the dead worship religiously.

The white-clothed monk was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with clear eyebrows, beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth, and was very handsome.

But what is happening in front of us, is it the Dharma that has overcome the ominous?

Or is it ominous and unable to suppress the Dharma?

Although the white-clothed monk is ominous, he still has immeasurable Buddhism, and he can suppress the sea of blood.

The white-clothed monk stepped on the blood wave step by step, and the rolling sea of blood was suppressed by the Buddha who was born one by one under his Buddha chant.

But the wind was still howling all around, and the blood waves were terrifying.

The white-clothed monk kept his eyebrows lowered and lowered his eyes, knocking on the wooden fish gently, as if he didn't see the monstrous blood wave, and it was even more impossible to see Feng Qingyan.

But he walked towards Feng Qingyan.

Feng Qingyan stopped.

A moment later.

The white-clothed monk walked in front of Feng Qingyan Baizhang, but he was still chanting, knocking on the wooden fish, and stopped.

He is a dead man.

It was impossible for him to see Feng Qingyan.

However, he seemed to know that Feng Qingyan had arrived, so he stopped.

Feng Qingyan was surprised in his heart, thought for a while and said, "In Xia Feng Qingyan, I don't know who Your Excellency is?"

The white-clothed monk was a dead man, so naturally it was impossible to hear it, he just mechanically chanted the scriptures, hit the wooden fish, and stood still in front of Baizhang.

Feng Qingyan frowned, and then moved to the left.

However, the white-clothed monk also moved to the left, still standing in front of Baizhang, as if he was blocking the way.

Feng Qingyan was very surprised, so he moved to the right.

The white-clothed monk followed suit, still standing in front of Baizhang.

This time, Feng Qingyan was almost certain that the white-clothed monk was here to block the way.

However, this made him very puzzled, why did the white-clothed monk block the way, was it because of him, or because of the fairy mountain?

Since it is a dead man.

Feng Qingyan didn't ask your excellency why you were blocking the road.

The dead don't answer, but they stop it with their movements, which is very weird.

Why did the Three Immortals Mountain happen ominously?

This made Feng Qingyan even more curious.

He observed for a while, and then continued to walk towards the Immortal Mountain.

However, the white-clothed monk stopped in front, and a majestic Buddha's breath burst out from his body, which actually stopped him from paralleling.

"Holy Realm?"

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised, so he looked at the white-clothed monk carefully, and he didn't expect that the white-clothed monk was actually an existence in the Holy Realm during his lifetime.

However, this is my dream of reincarnation, I am the master of the reincarnation world, is it possible to stop me?

Feng Qingyan thought so.

But.

The white-clothed monk really stopped him.

This made him stunned, confused, puzzled, and even jealous.

Regardless of whether the white-clothed monk was for him or for Xianshan, it seemed that there was only one purpose, which was to prevent him from going to Xianshan.

Or rather, to prevent him from ascending the Immortal Mountain.

But why?

But.

This made him even more curious.

On the contrary, I felt that the fairy mountain must be climbed......

"After the blood, help me block the white-clothed monk. After a while, Feng Qingyan had no choice but to call for help after the blood, "It's better not to hurt him......"

"Huh?"

The Blood Queen was immediately a little surprised, as if she couldn't imagine that there were still people in the sea of blood.

When it saw it clearly, it was a little surprised and said: "Fu Jun, this is a dead person, right? Why is it dead, and it is so terrifying, this is an existence in the Holy Realm." Hey, after death, it's still the Holy Realm, isn't that the top existence in the Holy Realm during his lifetime?Mansion Jun, but do you know this person?This person looks like he shouldn't be very old when he dies......

"If you don't know, just block him. ”

Sealing Qingyan Road.

"Good. ”

The blood queen immediately stopped in front of Feng Qingyan, but found that he was in the sea of blood, and it didn't seem to be very easy to move, which made it suddenly startled, and said: "Fujun, I can't seem to move, it seems that something is restraining me......"

"Huh?"

Feng Qingyan frowned.

But at this moment.

The white-clothed monk who had been lowering his eyebrows and lowering his eyes and chanting the scriptures and knocking on the wooden fish, suddenly looked up at the bloody queen, and the bloody eyes that had been gouged out seemed to burst out with a terrifying murderous aura.

In a flash.

The original Buddha of Compassion suddenly turned into a demon of hell.

......

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