I was puzzled and asked what the consequences would be.

Xiao Ji Xiangtian's tone was heavy, and it took a long time to spit out eight words: "Heaven and man are connected, and there will be no return!" ”

When I heard Xiao Ji Xiangtian say this, my brows tightened, my face showed sadness, and I suddenly had a bad premonition in my heart, but I couldn't figure out what she meant by "no return".

Everyone continued to move forward, and the target was naturally the place where the water vapor was surging in front of them. I guessed correctly before, it was indeed the Yusheng River, that is, the only way to enter the interior of the Palace of the Gods, as Xiao Jixiangtian said.

Along the way, those Blood Demon King Flowers never attacked us again, probably because they were shocked by Kunal's flames, or they may have been completely wiped out in the confrontation just now.

The thin mist struck again, and they still floated in the air, as if frozen. We walked forward for about twenty minutes, and finally saw the river in a fog.

I saw that the river was extremely wide, the banks on both sides were almost invisible, and there was no end in sight to the front, and the river was shrouded in floating mist, and it was hazy and hazy.

And the color of the river is quite strange, not only is it not clear and transparent, but it is a chaotic black, and it does not flow, and it is as thick as grease, and it constantly makes a "gurgling" sound.

The white mist that we saw in the distance that was tumbling and quickly disappearing was not water vapor, but a haze floating from nowhere by the river, which was undulating on the shore with a pungent smell.

On the banks of this Blackwater River, a strange big boat is docked alone.

I had never seen a ship of this kind before, it was pitch black, tattered, and hidden in the mist, and it was very large enough to carry more than ten people.

There are no seats on the ship, and the material is not modern steel, so you can tell at a glance that it is made of wood. To put it simply, it felt like a mass of broken, charred wood stacked on top of each other, rough and old.

In the fog of the river, there is a strange and mysterious taste.

Curious, I reached out and touched the hull of the ship, and the dead wood of the hull seemed to be frozen. Push it, but it doesn't move. The fat man volunteered to push with me, but it didn't work.

She told us that the dry ship was an ancient relic, which is said to have been made when the creation god opened the heavens and the earth, and was named "Manitan".

This ship is not for mortals to ride, but can sail on all liquids, like flat ground, incorruptible and immortal.

She let all of us board the boat, and then the golden lotus staff in her hand touched the hull of the ship, and the huge dry ship instantly rippled with a layer of ethereal golden light.

It's like a ship with countless small light bulbs stuffed into it, illuminating the surrounding snow, which is very wonderful. As the dead ship was lit up, the hull of the ship, which we couldn't push even a little bit just now, shook slightly, and slowly began to move.

Xiao Jixiangtian pointed to the ground, the white gauze skirt swayed, and it rose lightly in the air and landed on the boat.

Then she pointed forward with the lotus staff in her hand, and listened to the sound of the black river flowing loudly, and the speed of the dry boat also increased sharply, carrying everyone forward......

When we were learning art from Master, we used to go boating in the south of the Yangtze River. I remember that the smoke and rain were hazy, the birds and flowers of the West Lake were fragrant, and the water was rippling and rippling.

The awning boat floats on the clear lake water, and the oil-paper umbrella in the hands of the talented and beautiful people on the shore, and the endless stream of tourists complement each other, which really can't help but make people sigh "there is heaven and there is Suzhou and Hangzhou".

Now, I am riding on a dry boat on this dark and thick river, but it brings a completely different feeling. It's both exciting and terrifying, like driving on the sea in the silence of the night.

When they were on the shore, the light emitted by the dry ships was bright, but now they rose and fell in the miasma on the water, lonely and small compared to the boundless darkness, as if they could be swallowed up by unknown dangers at any moment.

Moreover, it was too quiet on the river, and the sound of the water seemed to be there at first, but then it gradually disappeared, and it was lifeless and silent.

The shimmer of light on the hull of the ship thickened the darkness around me, and it was as if fifteen buckets were stuffed into my heart.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

I coughed dryly, pulled out the ghost shark scales from my pocket, and threw them into the air, and the light flashed. Although it is a drop in the bucket compared to the boundless chaos, it at least relieves the tension psychologically and gives birth to some warmth.

Guru Warren, Little Ji Xiangtian, Kunal and Little Shamen were all sitting cross-legged on the dry boat, and we sat down with our butts, until we felt that the wood was rough and had wooden thorns, and the buttocks and thighs were painful and uncomfortable.

In order to lighten the mood, I asked Kunale if the flames that had just emanated from his body were "turbid flames"?

My words seemed to surprise Kunal, who was stunned and asked how I knew? Could it be that the Celestial Empire also has a fellow practitioner who understands this secret art?

I laughed and said that of course it was, and then I told him what Master had told me about the practice of the Turbidity Fire Method in Tibetan Tantra.

The more Kunal listened, the more surprised he became, and even said strangely, he only learned today that this turbid fire could still be cultivated, and there was still a separate sect in the Buddhist Tantra of the Celestial Empire.

I was simply inexplicable, and said in my heart what kind of big-tailed wolf this old man pretended, is your turbid fire tripod born to use it? Didn't you make it the day after tomorrow?

Hearing me ask, Xiao Shamen on the side answered, saying that his senior brother's turbidity fire technique was really innate, not cultivated, and looked at his master, Master Hua Lun.

Master Warren smiled and said, "Su Daoyou, you don't know, my disciple was born with a peculiar constitution, and the turbid fire in his body (called "hot heat" in India) is vigorous and uncontrollable.

From childhood to adulthood, because of the influence of turbidity fire, Kunal's temper was moody, and he often caused accidents such as fires, so everyone avoided it.

It wasn't until he was thirty years old that he met Master Warren by chance.

Master Warren saw that although he had a perverse temper and acted rudely, he had a clear and delicate heart and was related to Buddhism. It has been more than 40 years since he took him under the door, taught the Dharma, and suppressed the fire in his body with the thought of compassion.

Guru Warren's words took me by surprise.

The first is that Kunal was born with the art of turbidity, and second, according to Master Warren, Kunal joined his disciple at the age of 30, and for more than 40 years, the age of Kunal is at least 70 years old.

Judging from Kunal's appearance, it is not surprising that he is in his seventies, but this Master Warren looks to be in his early fifties at most, so how old is he to take in an apprentice? It's incredible!