The Martyrs' march ended unhappily in Hell, and the spiders were left in the sea of blood forever. As a result, the snake's eyes were ruptured and he was completely blind.

"Where is this?" When the serpent woke up, he felt himself suspended in mid-air.

"We are on a boundless ocean." The steel ghost replied.

"How much reserve energy is left?" Orochi asked again.

"Lost the green spider...... It's enough for a while. At the mention of the green spider, the expression on the face of the steel ghost was a little unnatural.

"Golden Eye, show us a clear way." Orochido.

"Tell me, how did the spider die?" The mood of the golden eye seems to be a little unstable, the left eye is still pale gold, while the right eye is flashing a faint red, which looks particularly hideous.

"The green spider fell into the devil's path, and I killed her." The big snake said lightly.

"Good." The golden eye turned and flew in one direction, and the blood in his right eye grew brighter and brighter. The silent black gold followed.

"The future is uncertain." The steel ghost sighed, in this space, the detection instrument he had was useless.

"Let's go, never give up hope." The serpent's will is still strong.

When the steel ghost heard this, a difficult smile leaked from his face. He knew very well in his heart that the originally stable team structure had gradually begun to fall apart in the frequent accidents. What the hell is this world? The Steel Ghost shook his head and sighed bitterly, before setting out, with the encouragement of the Lord, the entire team had confidently sworn to complete the mission, but now it was gloomy.

Although the Sky Hunter's team left the terrifying pink desert, they had lost more than half of their strength, and now there were only about thirty members left.

Recalling everything that happened not long ago, the whole team felt like a dream. But the pain of severed fingers reminds them that nightmares don't kill, bloody reality does.

Now the team is staying on a black reef, facing an endless ocean, which can be said to be called the sky should not be, and the earth is not spiritual. They also lost their guidance, and the faces of the players were full of despair.

"How so?" The Sky Hunter struggled in his heart. Since leaving the pink desert for no apparent reason, the elder's guidance has lost its meaning. The legends of the ancient scriptures have become so ethereal that they may not be credible at all, or perhaps humans should not be greedy for the secrets of the gods.

"Stan, what are we going to do?" The Sky Hunter turned and asked the black-robed priest.

"Where the dead are not to be approached. Perhaps, that hope didn't belong to us in the first place. The black-robed priest said sadly.

"What's the use of talking about that now? I can't let my brothers all die here. The Sky Hunter grabbed the black-robed priest's collar with one hand, and clenched his fists to the ground.

"The ...... of the ship is a ...... of the ship"

Just as the Sky Hunters were consumed by despair, a large black ship galloped in their direction.

At the bottom of the giant pit, there is no environment, no blood Bodhi, no slimy net, only a fairyland-like courtyard.

Mina was grimacing at the stone table, playing against an old man in a long robe. Just lost another game.

"The juniors are not good at chess, so please let the seniors go." Mina arched.

"Nope." The old man's hair is white, and the fairy wind is boneless. But his temper is extremely stubborn.

"I'm going to save people." Mina was a little angry.

"I know." The old man rearranged the chess game and said lightly.

"Offended." Mina took a stance and was about to use force with the old man.

"There are no rules, there is no circle, between heaven and earth, the rules are the greatest. I won't hurt you, and I can't hurt you, so why are you suffering? The old man looked up, but there were no pupils in his eyes, and he stared at Mina with a miserable white eyeball.

Staring into the old man's eyes, Mina's momentum suddenly lost its confidence.

"Well, since you won't let it go. Then tell me, who are you? Mina asked as she sat back down on the stone bench.

"I'm just an old dog." The old man pushed a cup of tea in front of Mina and said quietly.

"Why did the seniors abuse themselves like this?" Mina was surprised.

"Everyone has an offering, and there is nothing bad that is not bad." For some reason, the old man stared at Mina, and his eyes softened.

"And who is your master?"

"You're asking too much."

"If you don't say it, I know. You are the Blood Bodhi who guards the Well of Creation, and your master is ......"

"Be careful." Before Mina could finish speaking, the old man scolded sharply.

Seeing the old man's anger, Mina put away her smile and smiled. But just as the old man was about to let down his vigilance, Mina put a yellow charm on the old man's forehead with lightning speed, and then rushed towards the old man's hut with a puff of smoke.

After about three or five minutes, the rehmannia charm on the old man's forehead suddenly turned to ashes, his eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and his figure flashed and he entered the hut. Mina, however, has disappeared.

The old man stared blankly at the gap in the back wall of the hut, tore off the flesh on his face, revealing a hideous spider head, and roared up to the sky:

"Blood Bodhi, you have guarded this place for countless eras, why did you make such a mistake at such a juncture. Seventh son, the old slave is ashamed of you......"

Southern China, deep mountain ancient temple.

In the dilapidated meditation room, the humid air stained the walls with mildew, and the straw mats on the bed were mostly rotten, and only the sunlight from the window added some vitality to the dilapidated house.

The two old men sat cross-legged on straw mats, separated by a tea table with paint peeling, the tea on the table was already cold, but it did not move.

"Would you like a different cup of tea?" An old monk with a withered face said.

"If you don't drink it, your stomach is not good." The old man in the linen robe waved his hand and shook his head.

"Then you might as well get straight to the point." The old monk said.

"I admire the depth of the layout of the Daozang monk." The old man in the West seemed to be smiling, and said in blunt Chinese.

"You mean the boy in Kampot, right? That's all his own choice, and it has nothing to do with my layout. The old monk also laughed.

"I've already given in, is there any room for negotiation in the matter?" The old man of the West said.

"The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other." The old monk shook his head and said.

"You know, I'm not doing it for my own selfishness." The old man in the West frowned.

"The cycle of cause and effect is endless. It doesn't belong to anyone, so no one can touch it. The old monk's tone was indifferent, but it was irrefutable.

"It seems that I have not gained anything in this line, but I will not give up." The old man of the West insisted.

"Buddhism emphasizes fate, and nothing will be forced." The old monk said.

"You really won't force it?" The old man in the West turned his head to look at the old tree outside the window, and there was a slight irony in his tone.

The old monk didn't respond, but his eyebrows jumped inadvertently.

"I'm gone, goodbye." The old man in the West got up and prepared to leave.

"Before leaving, I'll give you a word, some rules are better not to touch." The old monk closed his eyes and said nothing.

When the old man heard this, he stiffened slightly as he pushed the door, and left thoughtfully.

"Guest, do you want to finish your meal before leaving?" Seeing that the old man in the West was about to leave, Xiao Shami Huiming waved warmly.

"Thanks, but no." The old man in the West turned his head and smiled at the little novice Huiming.

"I'm so sorry to leave you hungry." Hui Ming smiled and blushed, rubbing his hands.

After the old man left in the West, Huiming's little face fell, and he pretended to be old and sighed: "Senior brother and sister are not at home all day long, they must be in trouble again, it is really not worry-free." ”

With that, he trotted all the way towards the meditation room.

"Master, it's time for fasting......