On the island, before the stone wall.

The eyes of Xiao Han and the others were all staring closely at a line of inscriptions on the stone wall in front of them:

I have a sacred heart, when the dust is gone, it will shine through the mountains and rivers.

———— away from hating the Sword Master

A Heavenly Supreme-level Sword Saint left a word, the ancient characters are mottled, I don't know how many vicissitudes have been experienced, but a short line of text is shocking to the heart.

This sword saint claimed that he had the ambition of holy products, but the reality was very cruel, he stopped in the sea of suffering, and did not find the other side of the same holy products.

The years have passed, and there is no way to know the experience of the sword saint in the bitter sea, but it is almost possible to imagine the scene when the sword saint was in the moment, he turned and searched in the sea of suffering, but he never came out until he died, this line of ancient words, presumably is the true portrayal of his heart when he was dying.

With holy will, regret to end.

The path of the holy product is extremely difficult, since ancient times, it has been a holy achievement and ten thousand bones have withered, but this holy path still has a fatal attraction to people, and for thousands of years, countless people have gone to succeed each other.

The way of sanctification, although there are tens of millions of people, I will go.

This sword master is only one ten-thousandth of those who have fallen on this path of sainthood.

Looking at the sword saint words on the stone wall, these young juniors of the world on the side were deeply touched, the holy way, for them, is too ethereal, they can't understand the hardships of the way of the sainthood, but judging from the words left by the sword saint, they can also faintly understand this holy path at the moment, it is not easy to walk.

Perhaps, some people will not be able to touch the threshold of the Holy Path in their lifetime.

"Holy Product!" Xiao Han and the others all had solemn faces, and the holy way was brilliant, which made people yearn for it.

"Let's go." Xiao Han said to Xiao Yan, and then didn't stay any longer, and took the lead in sweeping towards the sea of suffering.

A group of young people once again embarked on the journey of the sea of suffering.

Where is the other side?

After passing through that island, Xiao Han and his party did not encounter any other islands, they only faced the vast and bitter sea day after day, the black waves were monstrous, and the scene was the same every day.

In the dim sky and the sea of suffering, a group of young people moved forward day and night.

Time passed, but there was not the slightest reference to the passage of time, so that later, Xiao Han and the others had forgotten the existence of time here.

Walking, that's the only thing they can do.

Day after day, there is no concept of time in the sea of suffering, and Xiao Han and his party don't know how long they have been walking in the sea of suffering.

On the other side, there is no end in sight.

The sea of suffering is endless, the itinerary is extremely lonely, this is a kind of torment, a kind of mental torture.

It's crazy enough.

"I'm not leaving, we, we can't get out." A junior from the Human Slaughter Hall stopped, and he gave up.

"Ah, I don't want to die, I want to get out!" Another man stopped, grabbed his hair, and went into a nervous breakdown.

As soon as the words fell, a monstrous storm swept out from the soles of their feet, directly engulfing the bodies of the two of them, killing them instantly.

This is the cruelty of the sea of suffering, give up, then you can only die.

Xiao Han and the others did not stop, they were still moving forward, they were accustomed to such deaths, and in the sea of suffering, such deaths were staged every day.

The sea of suffering, the opportunity to hide holy products here, cannot be obtained by medicities.

The sea of suffering, either, humbles and dies; Or, born of glory.

Here, from the moment you come in, you are destined to belong to the strong.

There is no end to the sea of suffering, there is no shore to turn back, and there is not much left of the previous group of young Tianjiao who stepped into the sea of suffering with great ambitions.

Now, in the sea of suffering, there are only a handful of people left, Xiao Han, Xiao Yan, Lin Xiyan, and Mahatian and others of the five ancient clans, no more than ten.

The cruelty here is simply not appreciated by outsiders.

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On this day, Xiao Han and the others finally discovered another island, where there is also a stone wall with inscriptions, but unlike before, there are no skeletons in front of the stone wall.

Moreover, the inscription on the stone wall is not a regrettable message on the occasion of dying, but two deafening verses:

"How can Bodhi have the fruit, today I know that I am me!"

In front of the stone wall, there are no skeletons, and the poems are full of the meaning of enlightenment.

"Could it be that there was once a strong man who preached the Holy Path here?" Xiao Han and the others had such a guess, after all, this was also the most reasonable guess.

The discovery of this island is undoubtedly exciting.

The lonely journey, without the bitter sea on the other side, the discovery here is undoubtedly hope for Xiao Han and others, and it is also proved from a certain aspect.

The bitter sea is not shoreless.

But they didn't find a way to the other side.

"These two lines of poetry may be the way to the other side of the bitter sea."

Xiao Han and his party did not leave, they all chose to stay in front of this stone wall to find a way to the other side, since someone had crossed from here to the other side, then, they can.

So, the group began to circle around this stone wall every day and began to think about it.

"How can Bodhi have the fruit, today I know that I am me!" Every day, the most talked about by the group is still these two lines of poetry.

With the passage of time, everyone has more or less a certain understanding in their hearts.

"I want to... I understand. ”

On this day, Xiao Han, who was sitting in front of the stone wall, stood up, he walked to the edge of the island, with the bitter sea at his feet, Xiao Han's eyes looked at the monstrous waves in the distance, and there were no waves in his eyes.

There is no end to the sea of suffering, this sentence is not wrong.

Because the sea of suffering is never in front of you, but in your heart.

The sea of bitterness in my heart, where does it come from?

"Everything that has appearance is vain, it can break through the vanity, the state of mind is flawless, and it can prove the holy way." Xiao Han's eyes are clear, he is in the clouds, and he is not afraid of floating clouds to cover his eyes.

"I get it, too." At this time, Xiao Yan also walked over, and the two stood side by side, looking at the bitter sea.

"What do you see?" Xiao Han looked into the distance, didn't look at Xiao Yan, just asked.

"Divine fire." Xiao Yan responded, and asked the same way, "What did you see?" ”

"Holy Ice." Xiao Han said.

"You see the Divine Fire, and I see the Holy Ice. We have seen our own holy ways. Xiao Han said.

Then, the two looked at each other and smiled, and stepped out, and the flowers on the other side bloomed......