Chapter Seventy-Two: The Wasteland and the Wasteland

When Ye Rusi set foot on Lingshan Island in the Boundless Sea again, it was said that more than 3,000 years had passed since he left the Heavenly Desolation Temple. He had cultivated beyond the strength of the Immortal Venerable, and in the eyes of mortals, he was already an immortal-like figure. But for some reason, he took the ferry like a mortal and quietly landed on Lingshan Island from the pier like the most ordinary islander on the boundless sea.

Ye Rusi did not return directly to the Heavenly Desolation Temple, but wandered around the already familiar Lingshan Island like a tourist. He went to the bazaar and went to the various Taoist temples on Youjing Mountain, and looked at the people he was familiar with, the senior brother who always wore a Wanxing robe and never forgot to show his unfathomability, the rice shop shopkeeper who would give him an extra bowl of brown rice every time, and the little apprentice of the wine shop who always liked to smile and ask himself how many bowls of wine he wanted...... These people were either busy making a living, or busy with schoolwork, or busy cultivating, as if they didn't even see him, and they were still busy with their own things. I didn't notice a young man dressed in white like snow wandering around.

In the end, he went back and forth to the mountain gate of Xingzhu Courtyard, and he knew that this day should happen to be the third day of the third month of March.

At this time, people can always see from a distance the long snake formation-like procession waiting for the Xingzhu Temple to give the divine spring. There were many cultivators in the procession, either solitary cultivators or children of small sects, who were quietly waiting for the moment of 'Shi Shen Spring' just like many ordinary islanders on the boundless sea. At the front of the line was a child less than ten years old, his thin body wrapped in a wide and shabby robe, although the little Taoist priest's face was pale, but his eyes were unusually bright, revealing a light that did not belong to this age.

The little Taoist priest carried a purple-skinned gourd half his height, pursed his lips and watched the ceremony of applause from the performers of the Xingzhu Courtyard. He was planning whether to go to the liquor store to buy wine or go to the rice shop to buy rice after receiving the spring in a while. In the end, I saw that the elder of the Star Bamboo Courtyard, after finishing a spell, activated the fire technique to ignite every yellow watch thrown in the sky, and the yellow watch encountered the flames and flew into the sky in a blink of an eye.

After hearing the sound of "Shi Shenquan", the little Taoist priest hurriedly untied the purple gourd from his body, walked quickly to the elder in the Wanxing robe, and respectfully presented the gourd he brought. The elder was an old man with a round face, he took the purple gourd of the little Taoist priest in one hand, and slowly and steadily poured a cup of spiritual spring into the gourd with a long bamboo cup in the other, without spilling a drop of spiritual spring.

The little Taoist priest bowed down and took the gourd, hurriedly stuffed the wooden stopper, and saluted to the elders of the Xingzhu Courtyard, "Thank you for the divine spring", and then turned around and jumped away with the gourd on his back.

The little Taoist priest ran happily all the way, looking at the kite in the sky who didn't know who was flying, and looking at the fairy figures pinched out by the old man on the stall above the market. In the end, he bought a gourd of liquor at the liquor shop, and a small bag of brown rice at the rice shop, and returned to the mountain gate. It's just that he didn't notice that there was a young man behind him who followed carefully all the way.

"Master, I'm back," the little priest shouted to a sloppy old Taoist lying on a boulder, and went to the side hall that had been converted into a kitchen, and laid down the brown rice to prepare for cooking.

"You're back," said the scruffy old man after a while, as if he had woken up from sleep

"I'm back," a voice replied

The little Taoist priest poked his head out, and he didn't know who answered the master's question, could it be that the senior brother who had sneaked away had quietly returned? But he didn't find any senior brother returning to this collapsed Taoist temple, but a young man he had never seen before.

The young man was dressed in white like snow, his body was vigorous, and his eyes were particularly bright and had a light that did not fit his age.

"How many have I returned?" the young man asked softly to the scruffy Taoist

"The two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine," the sloppy Taoist replied clearly

"Is this the truth?" said the young man, with a pained face

"You've seen it all, what else is there to say," the sloppy old man got up and stared at the young man and said seriously

"What shall I call you, my master?" asked the young man, as if he were facing a great enemy

"The old man's blood is endless, and there are many people who like to call me the Crow Daoist" The sloppy old man no longer seems to be in a state of decadence at this time, and his face has begun to get younger at a speed visible to the naked eye. The white hair turned black, and the crooked waist began to become erect, and after a while, the sloppy old man turned into the exact same face as the young man opposite him.

The young man looked at the sloppy Taoist who had become exactly like himself on the other side, and didn't seem surprised, he looked at the little Taoist priest who was hiding behind the door of the stove room and quietly looked outside, and said, "He is also your wild seed."

"You are all y" replied with a smile as the robed Bloodless Boundless

"Every once in a while, a seed will be thrown out of this grave by me, and some of them will die young, some will survive outside, and some will return to this grave like you. Anyway, the old man has time, and there are always some seeds that will grow up in countless epochs and bring back some surprises to the deity," Blood Wuwu continued

"Until the moment I stepped into the endless sea, I thought I would get another answer, and even if I guessed it, I still didn't want to believe it. The young man said as if he was struggling within.

"If you don't break through the realm of the gods, you can't find the barren mound according to the guidance in the Great Wilderness Sutra, so let me see what kind of surprise my good apprentice Rusi can bring back to the teacher. Blood Wuya licked his lips and looked at Ye Rusi on the other side as if he was looking at food

"Are you sure you can swallow my origin?" said Ye Rusi with a smile as she looked at the blood that looked like herself

"Hey, hey, how do you know if you don't try, those two thousand or so seeds were as confident as you are now before I devoured them," said Bloody Boundless as if he remembered something funny.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. The saints are unkind, and they use the people as dogs. There are three thousand Dao laws, today I am going to swallow your Dao without blood, achieve the eternal avenue, and revitalize my desolate clan" Blood Wuyan said as he made a move

"Three thousand avenues, choose one to go, you can become a Tao. You're wrong!" Ye Rusi raised his hand towards the bloodless and destroyed the world

"Yes, the exercises have broken through the realm of the gods" Blood Wuwu flew and dodged

"It's a pity that your "Great Wilderness Sutra" was passed on to you by me, if you only want to rely on the exercises on the "Great Wilderness Sutra" to defeat me, I advise you to save your efforts, because I am the desolate master of this generation, hahaha" Blood Wuyan said with interest while fighting with Ye Rusi

"Like you said, how do you know if you don't try, you are the desolate master of this generation, but have you forgotten that I am also you, I am the seed separated from your origin, and I am also the desolate master. Ye Rusi said as he attacked

"Then let me see, who deserves to be called the Lord of the Wasteland, 'Blood Sea Boundless'" Blood Boundless seemed to want to end this battle, urging the secret method, only to see him floating in mid-air, the energy fluctuations visible to the naked eye quickly poured into his body from all around, the Boundless Sea was no longer a blue but turned into a blood-red color at this time, and the sky also turned dark red, countless islanders, cultivators, birds, and sea beasts all turned into their original appearance at this moment, turning into ghosts full of resentment.

"Do you think today's boundless sea is particularly beautiful, hahahaha" Blood Boundless laughed insolently while urging the exercises

Ye Rusi knew that this boundless world was originally a barren mound, a world of desolate ghosts, and all the creatures in it had actually died for countless years, and evolved into a special reincarnation space on their own with the rules of blood and boundless mana. Therefore, if you want to defeat Blood Boundless in the Boundless Sea, the first thing to do is not to let the power of the entire world be blessed on Bloody Boundless. "Choose one" Ye Rusi's sword pointed all the way, and a golden light Dao sword flew out of his body and rushed straight to the bloody face door.

Bloodless found that the energy qi could not stop the Golden Light Dao Sword that suddenly came towards him, so he had no choice but to terminate the secret method and flew away from the Dao Sword.

The angry and corrupted Blood Boundless had already absorbed part of the power of the world at this time, and his body began to swell, and after a while, he turned into the appearance of the Aragami in the Aragami Temple, exuding a savage aura all over his body, and the coercion of the strongest man.

"What can you do if you become an Aragami" Ye Rusi walked with the sword, thousands of swords appeared behind him, shouting "Three thousand swords, grab it" I saw that one by one the swords seemed to have life, and attacked towards the blood boundless with the body of the demon god.