"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"Why is it so red?"

"Pain...... Where does this bone-crushing pain come from? ”

"Why can't my hand move? What about my legs? ”

The blood-red space, the helpless lonely soul, I don't know where it comes from, I don't know where it's going, he wanders in the red world.

……

"That's what I smelled. For a while, the Buddha was in Litian, speaking for the mother. At that time, the ten directions of the immeasurable world, it cannot be said that all the Buddhas, and the great Bodhisattva Mahasattva, have come to gather......"

"If you come to smile, put hundreds of trillions of bright clouds, the so-called great consummation of bright clouds......"

Mountains of stumps and severed arms, converging into a lake of scarlet liquid, and skulls piled up into a mountain.

Who is it!?

To commit such a heinous sin, to cause such an unforgivable sin.

Is that him?

An old monk who was sitting next to Purgatory reciting scriptures? Or the lonely soul wandering in the unknown?

The old monk was dressed in a white robe, sitting next to the blood pool of the corpse mountain, chanting scriptures, the Buddha's light shining on his body, and his golden body protecting his body, so that his soul was not invaded, his blood was not stained, his sins were not stained, and his cause and effect were not followed.

He's crossing. Crossing these thirteen,800 unjust souls. But obviously, even with his monstrous strength, he still can't get over this evil.

"Who is it, so noisy."

The wandering lonely soul heard the voice of the scriptures, as if it came from above the nine heavens, and as if it came from the soul. He slowly became clear about who he was and where he was going.

"I am Wang Xiaohu, a disciple of Wang Batian, the head of the Blood Blade Sect."

"I am the chief disciple of the Blood Blade Sect, and my name is Wang Xiaohu. How did I come back here, no, wasn't I here all along? And what is the battlefield world? A dream? Or is this just a dream? ”

After sorting out the clues, Wang Xiaohu began to search, looking for his body in the vast corpse mountain, he knew that if he didn't possess his body again, the remnant soul left by this obsession would be wiped out, all of this was so familiar and strange.

At the top of the corpse mountain, the left index finger, middle finger, and little finger of a corpse moved in turn, and then slowly clenched into a fist, as if it had regained some strength, and the owner of this hand tried to prop up from the corpse mountain......

"Bang bang bang, grunt."

He rolled down from the corpse mountain, and rolled in front of the old monk who was sitting next to the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, he didn't know why he lost his balance, until he found out that it was ...... His right hand was broken, and his left leg was broken, and through the puddle of blood in front of him, he could vaguely see that a long scar had been pulled diagonally from his left eye to his right.

Fortunately, the left eye can still see, and the right eyeball has fallen out of the eye socket, and the atriumium water inside has been drained, leaving only an empty sac. And the left half of his face seemed to be torn apart, turning out the terrifying red flesh inside.

"Viliya Paramita, Zenparamita, Prajnaparamita, Compassion, Joy, Liberation......" The old monk continued to chant the scriptures as if he did not see the remnants of the body rolling down from the mountain of corpses.

Wang Xiaohu turned over with difficulty, lay in the blood puddle with his back to the sky, stretched out his hand and ripped off his right eyeball and threw it to the foot of the corpse mountain, and after listening to a scripture, he asked: "This is the "Dizang Sutra", are you a thief of the White Dragon Temple?" ”

His voice was hoarse, like the screeching sound of two rusty iron knives tugging at each other.

"There is another land, and the world of Suva, the god of the sea, the god of the river, the god of the river, ......" The old monk ignored it and continued to chant.

The stump was lying in the puddle of blood, the puddle of blood was boiling like boiling water, and Wang Xiaohu's stump was like a sponge, frantically absorbing the puddle of blood. Blood flowed through his severed arms and legs into a scarlet vortex and into his body.

Slowly, the puddle of blood became less and less, Wang Xiaohu's remnant body seemed to have regained the slightest strength, he lay quietly, and he didn't know whether he was listening to the monk's chanting, or thinking about why he was back here again.

"The thief is bald, there is no soul to cross here, not to mention the dead people, even the chickens raised in the back mountains are scattered, what are you crossing?"

The old monk finally stopped chanting the scriptures, but his eyes were still closed, and a voice came: "The poor monk is crossing the donor." ”

"Ferry me? Ha ha...... cough cough ......" Wang Xiaohu seemed to have heard a big joke, opened his mouth and laughed wildly, but he affected the stump, so that he coughed non-stop, and did not stop until he coughed up the residue like lungs.

"Thief bald, why are you making a show here? Why did this scene happen today, you don't have points? ”

"The poor monk is incompetent, cultivating to nine layers and seven layers, but he is only ranked second in the White Dragon Temple, he has no right to speak, and he has no ability to stop this tragedy, the only thing he can do is to use this remnant body to cross the remnant soul of the donor."

After a moment of recuperation, Wang Xiaohu absorbed the blood and qi here, slowly climbed to the side and picked up a residual knife, supported himself, step by step, jumped in front of the old monk with difficulty on one leg, looked down at the other party's bright bald head, and asked in a hoarse voice: "I cross the blood gate and you have always been well water and do not violate the river water, why do you want to slaughter me all over the door, and the chickens and dogs are not left?" ”

"Because of fear."

"Where does the fear come from?"

"Bloody Blade!"

The corners of Wang Xiaohu's mouth twitched, and he quietly waited for the monk to continue.

"The power of the blood blade terrifies the gods, that is, the five immortal sects, the fifteen upper sects, the thirty middle sects, the sixty-four early sects, and countless small rice grain sects kill the blood blade mountain, and punish all the blood demons 13,800 people, now to be exact, it is not all punished, but 13,799 people, and the remaining one person is both the donor and the cause and effect."

"Aren't you here to cross me? At this time, I am crippled, my soul is crippled, and my body is crippled, and if I don't cross at this time, when will I stay? Wang Xiaohu stood on one leg, holding a knife in one hand, looking at each other with one eye, although there was no domineering blood on his body, but it was also like standing on a mountain in the heaven and earth, standing still.

"Amitabha, the donor's body and soul are crippled, and the poor monk is not running out of oil, holding on to a breath, but I want to talk to the donor about the cause and the effect." After that, the old monk dispersed the golden light of the body, and then Wang Xiaohu was able to see that a red line went straight down from the old monk Tianling to his feet, and after a closer look, it turned out that the old monk had been split in half with a sharp blade, and the oil had long been exhausted.

"The Blood Blade, only the Blood Blade has such power. Let this power, which is only half a step away from ascending to the sky, die before he has time to react. Wang Xiaohu's only left eye radiated a cold light, and he said in his heart.

"The domineering of the blood blade, the rarity of the nine heavens, the poor monk came here to cross the soul and cross the industry, but the blood blade fell from the sky, even if the ninefold and seven-layer ability to reach the sky, it could not be stopped, only to chant the sutra and cross the soul here, but I didn't want to wake up the remnant soul of the donor, it was also a fate. Donor, the poor monk sent you a creation, and you promised the poor monk one thing, how about it? ”

"Creation?"

"The poor monk passed on your "Ten Thousand Phases Sutra", and only asked the donor for one thing." The old monk said that because the golden light dissipated at this time, he was able to know that the old monk had been chanting and speaking with God all along, and had never spoken.

As his mind spoke again, a golden scripture appeared between the two of them.

"The blood blade contains the blood of all people, and it can be slashed by the immortals, you are slashed in the head, at this time, the gods are exhausted and the soul is scattered, and the Western Bliss is not yet able to climb, and I have no threat at all, after you die, I will take it, why do I have to comply with your request?" Wang Xiaohu said coldly.

"Donor, the Book of Ten Thousand Phases only has the essence of the gods, and there is no physical object."

"So what if I don't practice? "Crossing the Blood Blade" is a divine skill in my sect, and cultivating to the ninth level can punish the immortals and kill the gods, why do I want to practice the "Ten Thousand Phases Sutra"? ”

"Donor, the "Ten Thousand Phases Sutra" can simulate all the exercises in the world, and the main master can't distinguish the truth from the false. The power of the blood blade is monstrous, but now there is no place for the blood blade to stand under the nine heavens, and the world only says that there is no blood blade sect here. ”

Wang Xiaohu's eyes shrank, obviously moved, and asked, "What request?" ”

Although the old monk did not make any movements in his body, it made people feel that he was smiling at this time. Then he continued to say with divine thoughts: "When the world is bad, before the end of the law, but ask the donor to leave a glimmer of life in Bailong Temple." ”

After the old monk finished speaking, without waiting for Wang Xiaohu to react, the whole body ignited with blazing white Buddha fire, he threw himself into the corpse mountain, and there were bursts of Buddha sounds above the nine heavens, and the corpse mountain was ignited by the Buddha fire, and the blazing Buddha fire seemed to burn all these sins.

"With this I have taken the end of my iniquity. Amitabha. ”

As the last sentence of the Buddha sounded, Wang Xiaohu only felt that there was something more in his mind, closed his eyes and probed it with his divine sense, only to know that it was the "Ten Thousand Phases Sutra" exercises.

Wang Xiaohu looked at the raging Buddha fire, looked at the mountain of corpses that were gradually disappearing, and muttered to himself: "Cross? I cross the remnant soul with the remnant sword, I cross the remnant body with the remnant soul, I cross the world with the remnant body, I raise the remnant knife with the world, this ...... It's my way. ”