Xia Ji sat at the head of the paper crane.

Fly on the white clouds.

There was no flying sword or magic weapon on his side, but everything in heaven and earth was already his weapon.

At your feet, the mountains and rivers are far apart.

And when he went to every sect, what he had to do was very simple.

Ask "where is God?" and then kill what should be killed, and throw away what should not be killed.

He doesn't know if he has killed the wrong person, but once he enters this rolling red dust tribulation, it doesn't matter if he kills or kills wrong, in essence, he is killing.

Killing itself is by no means kindness, the key is what kind of world it will bring after killing.

When he closed his eyes, his mind would show the glorious and splendid "history of creation", as well as Xiao Su's painful cry, the appearance of Miaomiao's escape, and the many disasters caused by the gods.

That's enough...

Kill it.

Kill.

Kill.

A touch of blackness broke into his flushed mind.

It seems that the heart that will never make waves begins to surge, begins to boil, and begins to beat the stormy waves.

He flew.

Killing.

Those who don't say it kill.

See the evil one kill.

Kill from south to north.

From white to black.

The Sect Master of Fengqing Sect had committed suicide because when he was in a sect, the sect master told him that his family had been executed by the Heresy Hall of the Court of the Gods because he had led the way for the enemy.

Therefore, the Sect Master of Fengqing Sect lost his mind, and after leaving all the remaining information, he directly cut off his heart and jumped off the paper crane.

Zhang Jin was also frightened in his heart after all, he went through the initial excitement, and then saw the cold crushing scene, and suddenly understood what level of war he was about to be involved in.

There was no temperature at all in that big war, and he might have been crushed if he just stood aside, so he took his leave.

Xia Ji understood what he meant, that is, let him go, this kind of big war is not something these monks can bear, if you want to witness that I brought you, if you are afraid, I will let you go.

Killing people is nothing to be excited about, even if it is for the irrepressible anger in the bottom of my heart, it is just like drinking to quench my thirst.

The paper crane flapped its wings and fanned out the wind and clouds.

Because the Xia Ji air hood is open, there is no high-altitude cross wind that can enter the range of the crane.

He glanced sideways at Miao Miao and Xiao Su.

Xiao Su was already a little stupid, but she instinctively coughed from time to time, and she stared into the distance, as if she was going to freeze forever.

Miao Miao was beside her, and when she saw Xia Ji's gaze, she suddenly said, "Sir, in fact, you don't need to feel guilty." Because every one who dies in your hands deserves to die, and you did not live in this land before, and you do not know how much evil these people have done. ”

Xia Ji said: "I teach people to be good and not to see evil to evil, but I myself have violated it. ”

Miao Miao blinked at him.

Xia Ji said: "I violated, but I don't regret it... I went deeper, and something seemed to be throbbing in my heart, as if a devil was hatching.

Death and blood will be the nourishment of this devil, and if it comes out one day, I don't know what will become of me. ”

"First... Raw..."

"Call me uncle, you have been calling me for many years, since everything is destined to start over, and you and I are destined to get to know each other again, then call me uncle, right?"

"I, was it really your wife in the past?"

"The future too. ”

Miaomiao's eyes showed a look of confusion, her pair of white and flawless little hands opened like claws, pressed against the paper crane, and watched many monks fly up from the mountain sect in the distance.

And then, it's the familiar process again.

Yes, they won't say it, otherwise what awaits is the verdict of the heretic temple, not to mention that they really don't know where the gods are.

Xia Ji waved his hand, and a wave passed, which wiped out the sword tide flying in the sea of clouds opposite.

The action is effortless.

It can be said that in the blink of an eye, the sword immortals are all wiped out.

Although Wei Zhou was big, such a huge movement still threw him onto a bright and focused stage, and all the big forces, whether it was the human race, the demon race, or the monks, began to know that someone was looking for trouble with the court of the gods.

And those mortals who were bullied and oppressed by the Temple of the Gods, or the sect slaughtered by Xia Ji, secretly applauded,

As for those who have been mutilated to the point of nothing, they are crying and screaming, shouting like venting, "There is reincarnation in heaven, and there is retribution for good and evil." ”

"God Butcher, kill them. ”

"What kind of gods are they? ”

"Say no more..."

"What's the matter, I only have one rotten life left, if I can cheer for that person, what if I give up this life?"

"For hundreds of years, hundreds of years, the demon robbers did not kill us, but the gods were above, slaughtering fish and flesh to fool the world. ”

"God... Oh my God, did you finally open your eyes?"

"This is not the heavens, this is the One. ”

"I really want to see him, I want to tell him that he's not alone... Even if I wasn't strong enough to stand behind him, not enough to see his god-slaughtering majesty, I still wanted to go there. ”

"I... Look at him, how to slaughter those beasts, and die when they die. ”

"Although ants can steal life, they are not afraid of death!!"

The paper crane on the high place is like a flame that burns the plain.

It flapped its wings, and wherever it went, the fire that was hidden in the hearts of men was already burning.

Tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions...

Thousands of miles, 100,000 miles, hundreds of thousands of miles...

Wei Zhou is very large, and although the speed of the paper crane is fast, it is not fast on this board map, and it is crawling step by step like a snail.

The flame of the human heart, the silent cry, was completely detonated over time.

The heavens and the earth were about to boil, and the despaired, the wounded, the painful, and the weeping in the streets looked up to the heavens.

There was nothing in the sky, but it was white clouds or dark clouds as always.

But they suddenly fell in love with looking up, instead of being humbly like the dirt on the ground to be trampled on, only daring to bow their heads, only daring to look at their toes, and only daring to say "I'm sorry, I'm sorry".

Because, they knew, there was a man there, sitting on a paper crane, who was going to slaughter the gods.

They don't know who that person is.

I don't know why I went to slaughter the gods.

But they were sincerely happy, and when they had hope, they paid their lives for it without regrets.

The world of pain, the earth of tears.

The gray world, fueled by tears and pain, burned violently, rising a raging fire that had been oppressed for hundreds of years.

"Kill. ”

"Kill. ”

"Kill. ”

"Kill them. ”

People's eyes.

People's hearts.

The shouts of the people.

Converge from all directions.

But Xia Ji can't feel it.

Every time he kills someone, there is more darkness in his heart.

But there's the magic here.

But Xiao Su is there.

He didn't think it mattered.

It's good to be spotless, but if there's something that has to be done, why bother with a feather,

Dyeed, blackened, that's it.

I came from the light, but I went into darkness.

Regrets.

...

...

Late spring.

Ice and snow melt.

On the side of the long bridge connecting the north and south of Weizhou, stood a barefoot monk in sackcloth.

The bridge is 100 miles long, and if it is natural, there is a lot of aura condensed on it.

Under the bridge is the ocean current, under this hundred-mile-wide giant bridge, rolling away, rushing endlessly, crashing against the dark and hard cliffs, startling endless snow waves.

The barefoot monk's eyes were full of compassion, and he clutched a simple sutra in his left hand and muttered, "Lead me from fantasy to truth, from darkness to light, from death to eternity."

This is a passage from the Vedic scriptures, in the Great Forest Upanishads.

And that ancient scripture is the ancient Vedic scriptures.

The barefoot monk is named Great Brahma.

It is the twenty heavens of the Buddha's gate.

It was "killed" by Xia Ji 1,500 years ago.

But for unknown reasons, he was reborn in Shilu Temple, and was born in a wonderful "egg" in the center of the temple.

At this point...

The Great Brahma just looked at the unbridled river and smiled.

Not allong...

He looked up with a feeling and saw a paper crane landing on the side of the bridge, so he stepped forward and said to the man on the crane: "I've seen Mr." ”

Xia Ji recognized this person at a glance.

Now he knows that there are many mysteries in the world, and the twenty heavens of Buddhism also hide secrets of different levels, and the great Brahma, the head of the twenty heavens, is even more mysterious.

He asked, "What is the monk doing here?"

Great Brahma said: "This bridge is called Tianlongbei, connecting the north and south, and this bridge is extremely miraculous, and the old man is here to inform." ”

"Where is the supernatural?"

"There is abundant spiritual energy, but there is no power of heaven and earth, no good and evil karma, no flying sword, no wind and the like. The water is even weaker, and if you fall into the water, you will sink into the water until the bottom of the ocean no longer rises. ”

The Great Brahma spoke eloquently.

"As for the god that Sir is looking for, not in the south, but in the north, does Sir know why?"

Xia Ji said: "You say." ”

The Great Brahma said: "Because the Buddha is in the south, and the demon is in the north." ”

After he finished speaking, he paused slightly, and continued: "The monk and the demon are not mutually exclusive, and it is understandable to fight on weekdays, and the old man will not participate much.

The demon needs to enter the world to refine his heart, but it is mostly like a blank piece of paper, ignorant and ignorant, if he meets a good person, a good person, it is a good demon, otherwise it is an evil demon.

But demons are also different in nature after all, good and bad,

When the monks saw this, they would go to subdue the demons.

The cause and effect are intricate, and the cutting is still messy, and the old man will not cut and ignore it.

However, hundreds of years ago, the gods suddenly came from the east, set foot here, and then they didn't know what happened, in short, the gods suddenly mixed with the demons.

The desires of the gods are infinitely great, and the demons have no fear of the gods, and the hearts that need to be refined have not been good, but have become more and more distorted with the gods, so that they are out of control. Jiujiu Chinese

Today's scenery of the Northland is absurd. ”

After the Great Brahma finished quietly, he looked at Xia Ji, "I heard that Mr. wants to slaughter the gods, so the old man will wait here and go north with Mr. ”

After that, the Great Brahma smiled, folded his hands, and bowed gently.

Xia Jiqi said: "How do you know that I slaughter the gods?"

The Great Brahma smiled and said, "Who in the world doesn't know?"

His compassionate eyes looked at the entrance of the long bridge that connected the north and south, "God also knows that you are coming, this hundred-mile long bridge is sad, this ocean of weak water is difficult to cross, and the old man is to help you."

Northland, that is, hell, the old man is willing to go to hell with his husband. ”

Miao Miao supported Xiao Su in a daze, although the two of them had no strength, but they were not afraid of attacking because of Ding Haizhu, but Xia Ji looked at the strange bridge, but he didn't know whether to take the two of them over.

However, if he didn't bring it, he didn't feel at ease.

When the Great Brahma said those words, he didn't say more, stood at the entrance of the dragon's back, bowed his head, and waited quietly.

Not allong...

Suddenly there was a loud laugh in the distance.

"The monk came here alone, but he didn't call me, did he look down on me Cui Zhi?"

The laughter arrived, and one person stepped on the wind, and his body froze in the space a few times, and he landed a hundred feet away from Xia Ji, slowing down and coming slowly.

There is a pride hidden between the eyebrows of this person, walking like a mountain, with a spear and a knife stuck in his back, which is a divine weapon, and this spear and knife can be assembled to form a huge scythe, especially good at harvesting in a not narrow or wide area.

Dracon's back is such a place.

The person who came walked to the thirty zhang place, looked at Xia Ji, and said with a smile: "Cui Zhi, I am willing to give up my life and go north with my husband." ”

Xia Ji thought about it for a while, and he understood that the trajectory of his slaughter of the sect must have been noticed by many people, so they knew that they were coming north, so they waited here.

It's just that...

He wondered, "Why do you want to come with me?"

Cui Zhidao: "Mr. Mo Xiao, I didn't dare in the past, but now I am not afraid." ”

Xia Ji asked, "Why aren't you afraid?"

Cui Zhidao: "If it is said that this southern land is the embers of fire, Mr. is the fire, and if this fire falls into the embers, it will cause the fire of the prairie fire."

This mind burns everyone who can be said, and naturally burns people like me, if I don't raise my head this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to get through it in my heart in this life.

So, here I am. ”

Xia Ji asked, "Who are you?"

Cui Zhi smiled and said: "It's just a person who is dying, why bother asking." ”

After that, he went forward, stood at the entrance of the back of the heavenly dragon, and stood with the Great Brahma, but just looking at the way the two got along, he knew that this Cui Zhi must be the top master of this side, and his strength was not below the Great Brahma.

After a while, I saw that between heaven and earth, many figures flocked to it, each of them was not an idle person, there were monks, people dressed as fairies, swordsmen who looked like scholars, beggars in rags, fairies with smiling faces, and generals who were domineering like demon kings.....

It's not the same.

But what is the same is that each of them exudes a unique momentum, which is the embodiment of their own mental strength, the condensation of essence and spirit, and has nothing to do with the realm.

But just from the way they get along and the way they chat, they all know that these people must be heroes born in the land of thousands of miles from all over the world.

Each of them had a smile in their eyes.

Miao Miao was very happy to see so many people coming to help Xia Ji, and for some reason.

She ran behind Xia Ji and pushed him, "Big... Big brother, you see, in fact, although you don't know, although you can't see it, there are many people who help you. ”

Xia Ji listened to this strange title.

Miaomiao's eyes smiled into a little crescent, "You let me call me uncle, I don't want to call it, not to mention where do you look like uncle?"

Xia Ji said: "You..."

Miao Miao interrupted him and said, "I'm going to accompany you to the bridge." ”

Xia Ji hesitated and said, "Okay, you protect Xiao Wu, no matter when, never leave my side." ”

"Got it, I know, long-winded brother. ”

Xia Ji saw that many people were gathered here, so he didn't wait, he had already completed the adjustment of his state, and now the whole person was like a groundbreaking blade, intact and full of edges.

He was about to step forward.

In the distance, a man who was nearly four meters tall and looked like a general said in an urn voice: "Sir, wait a little longer, there are still many people who have not come." If these people can't come with you, they will regret it for the rest of their lives. ”

On the other side, a green-shirted fairy leaned softly against the bridge pile on the back of the dragon, and said loudly: "We are fast, some people come on horseback, and some people run over, they are slow, but their hearts are the same, sir just wait for them." ”

Another heroic humane: "The drunk live, and the awake die." The drunk live as slaves, and the awake fight and die. The slaves have been drinking for hundreds of years, drunk and dreaming of death, walking corpses, and now they have finally woken up, and the gentleman is waiting for them. ”

Xia Ji replied and raised his head.

The sky is in full bloom.

It's late spring.

And under the firmament of this spring day, it is like a great river that has just thawed, and thousands of rivers and thousands of streams converge from different directions,

If you look closely, you can see that there are all kinds of people.

Yes, not even the transcendent.

Some, not even warriors, just mud legs who grabbed and bought a knife after exhausting their possessions.

A few days later...

To the south of the dragon's back, there was a huge crowd of people.

Wang Xiong also came.

Zhang Jin also came.

Fang Chuyu also came.

Everyone looked at the young man who was the leader, the young man was dressed in white, and there were two women behind him, one was wrapped in a cold-proof coat and was cute and cute, and the other was beautiful in white with a gold belt.

Xia Ji walked to the bridge.

The bridge allows five carriages to run in parallel, with no end in sight,

The bridge could only be crossed, and it was destined to be an ambush for the gods.

The Great Brahma put his hands together, and a group of monks had gathered behind him, some holding colorful umbrellas, some holding vajra, some pinching carved thunderbolt bells, and some holding lion knives and ring knives...

The Great Brahma asked, "Sir, are you leaving?"

Xia Ji looked at the head of the twenty heavens wrapped in linen robes, and a sense of wonder and impermanence arose in his heart.

Fifteen hundred years ago, you and I were enemies, and we never stopped.

Fifteen hundred years later, you and I live and die together.

When he looked behind him, he also saw the Emperor Shakti, the Secret Vajra, the Son of the Sun Palace, and many former enemies.

Now, they are on the same path.

Xia Ji said, "Let's go." ”

Then he stepped forward.

This bridge is really strange, as soon as it falls on it, the supernatural powers and karma are like frozen, even the Dharma body has also been suppressed by some kind of strangeness, and the feeling of stepping on the bridge itself... It also feels like it's not made of any material, like the remains of a corpse from nowhere.

Xia Ji walked forward, and many people followed him.

From south to north.

And if you look down from a very high place, you can see the opposite side of the bridge, which is also like a tide, and on the other side of the bridge, there is an endless army...

Obviously, the people of the Court of the Gods, or the Qin Chen Heavenly Qin God Lord, had made up their minds to strangle this group of rebellious people who didn't know what to do and didn't know how to be grateful, and who hurt him on the bridge.

It's just that he definitely didn't expect that there would be so many people.

Two waves of people collided together.

Xia Ji raised his hand and knocked lightly.

Knock on the void.

It is like opening the door of heaven and earth.

The door opened, and I saw the chaotic air.

The gray image of the Dharma was like a torrent, flowing out of his fingertips and rushing forward.

At this point, the treachery of the bridge is revealed, where all consumption is multiplied.

The Great Brahma walked on the left side of Xia Ji, his eyebrows were compassionate, and he said "Amitabha", and then his body changed, giving birth to four heads and four hands, respectively clinging to the Vedic scriptures, the golden swan, the bundled jade peacock, and the rosary.

Powerful energies surged forward.

Cui Zhi walked on the right side of Xia Ji, and he had already assembled the Divine Soldier Spear and the Divine Soldier Knife behind him, turning it into an extremely long scythe that exuded a terrifying aura, and between the swing of the scythe, it brought a faint blue aura that made people palpitate and want to escape.

These breaths cut out sharp circles in front of him, but whoever enters the circle will die.

Behind Xia Ji, there were all kinds of attacks, all kinds of strong and weak energies, and roars and shouts forward, like a strong and incomprehensible stormy wave, rushing towards the north.

Long bridge 100 miles.

Weak water rages.

The opposite side suddenly parted again, and the metal flash suddenly blinded.

It was accompanied by a muffled thunder that made the bridge feel like a tremor.

Looking down from the sky, you can see that it is a team of heavily armored cavalry, I don't know how many thousands.

And these heavily armored cavalry are all martial artists who have reached the eleventh realm and cultivated the law body, but their qualifications are ordinary, they have not yet reached the peak of the eleventh realm, and they have not broken free from the shackles of mortal life yuan.

But even so, these people turned into cavalry, but they were still extremely strong.

In particular, it seems that someone is using the method of Confucianism, condensing the qi of these tens of thousands of cavalry of the Eleventh Realm and turning it into a terrifying appearance.

This phase has already transcended the Dharma Phase, and even transcended the scope of the Dharma Body, but has reached the peak of the Thirteen Realms in one fell swoop, and on this bridge that suppresses the realm, it has shown the power of heaven and earth.

Vaguely, it was like a spear stabbed from the vast space.

The tip of the spear was aimed at Xia Ji, and at everyone behind Xia Ji.

All the forces bounced off the tip of the spear when it reached the tip of the spear.

Seeing that this cavalry has arrived in front of him, further on, the heavy form of this cavalry will crush all the weaker people under the bridge and fall into the weak water.

Great Brahma, Emperor Shakti, Cui Zhi, Wang Xiong, Zhang Jin, Fang Chuyu, and many monks, monks, heroes, and warriors, stopped and attacked one after another.

But these attacks are, after all, piecemeal.

The oncoming gun was already a turbulent bridge with air currents across the air, but the invincible blow was condensed.

Before the shot arrived, it had torn apart all the sporadic attacks.

Miao Miao shrank behind Xia Ji with Xiao Su in her arms, and her face couldn't help but show fear, she looked at the young man's back....

Only that back is blocking thousands of troops.

But, can you stop it?

Miaomiao's brain is a little blank.

Xia Ji didn't want to show his Dharma Body.

Because...

Although the Dharmakaya is himself.

But in the human world, it can't be completely used.

Therefore, the transformed half-finished Dharma Body will look ugly.

But at this time, he had to show it.

So, he took a step forward.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, his body began to change in a posture that was obviously extremely slow and had a sense of hierarchy, but it was a transient change at the speed of thought.

Nine bad omens, Black Emperor, Mirage, Zhu Rong, Fire King, Lady Gou Yi, White Phoenix, Reverse Entropy Jun, Huo Gu, Mourner...

The nine trillion are one, and they are integrated into the tenth flame of heaven and earth that originates from the source of the catastrophe itself, the source flame.

The ten flames were one, attached to Xia Ji's body, stimulating his power, so that the pores around him no longer existed, but turned into a pitch-black scale armor.

The scales are as black as an abyss, with molten slurry flowing between them, fire rings scattering, and light spots oscillating...

However, his figure was raised to an extremely condensed three feet, and he grabbed the Netherworld Knife from his arms.

The knife changes at will, and it turns into three zhang in an instant.

In the whisper of Xiao Ming's incomplete metamorphosis, timidity, happiness and surprise, Xia Ji suddenly raised the long knife of pitch-black death, and slammed into the rolling torrent of steel.

At this time, Xiao Ming reacted and shouted hoarsely: "Cut, cut fuck!!"