Qi Chuan couldn't remember what it was like to cross the sea a hundred years ago. Naturally, he couldn't remember the one hundred and ninety-nine times before.

He was only glad that he had avoided a fierce battle with the phoenix today. Although he had already taken and refined the Lotus Flower Heart Pill, Xu is Kui Long's injury would take a long period to recover, and even with the east wind, he still felt that it was really reluctant to be able to survive to the other side.

With one foot on the shore, he looked back and saw that the east, which was already slightly white.

In this night's fierce battle, even the Northern War God, the strongest in heaven and earth, fought to the point that he had almost no spiritual power.

He closed his eyes and gasped for breath, as if he had never been so weak.

The spark of the Phoenix Evil Spirit Nirvana was still floating in the air, touching the Phoenix Eye Bead in his forehead, and he suddenly felt a burning heat in front of him.

At this time, the east wind had dispersed, Qi Chuan bit his lower lip, his heart ached, he couldn't support it anymore, fell on the shore, and fell asleep.

This sleep was full of all kinds of strange dreams.

There seemed to be a huge phoenix in front of him, so big that he couldn't see the head or tail, and each golden feather was the size of his own body. He flew towards the phoenix, which let out a deafening wail as he rushed into a sea of blood......

It was a long time before he felt himself be pushed awake by something.

Qi Chuan's original body was Fuyu Sword, and he had been an adult man since his incarnation, so he had never had the experience of being a toddler or teenager. There is neither a father nor a mother.

He had only seen others like the precious son, holding the baby's small body in his arms and shaking it gently.

And this half-dream, half-awake, this time gently pushing his power, made him seem to dream that he was that little baby.

Qi Chuan opened his eyes gently, covered in blood, and his eyes were full of exhaustion. The white clothes had already been torn, revealing the strong lines of the shoulders.

He could see clearly that it was a white elephant, and it was its trunk that had just pushed him.

When the elephant saw that he was awake, he rolled him up with his long trunk and gently placed it on his back.

The white elephant carried Qi Chuan, step by step towards a place far away from the coast. Along the way, there are bright red flowers, which have no leaves, only a corolla of flowers that bloom on their own, which looks like they can prick people's eyes.

Qi Chuan frowned lightly, and after a while, he fell into a weak sleep on the elephant's back.

The white elephant carried him to a clear spring, gently rolled up the trunk, and placed the god of war who had died by the spring.

Here, it is the spiritual source that all beings sacrifice their lives to seek, the great freedom on the other side of the sea.

As soon as he touched this spiritual source, Qi Chuan only felt pain all over his body like a knife cut, but he couldn't scream. He frowned in pain, and his throat trembled uncontrollably, but he couldn't move.

The scene of the fierce battle with the evil spirit last night flashed in his mind, and the bone-eating pain hit again, and he instinctively fought with spiritual power, but when he heard a "boom" in his head, he didn't feel anything.

Before he could close his eyes, four words appeared in front of his eyes.

"Don't look outward".

Before he could think about it, he fainted uncontrollably. All he knew was that before he lost consciousness, a reddish-gold luster appeared in front of him.

In fact, on the other side of the sea, the Great Freedom is the War Buddha who has died.

Qi Chuan is the last god of war created by the War Buddha. After the War Buddha attached the sword to the Northern God of War, his body was naturalized between heaven and earth. Therefore, everything he sees is the Buddha who created him.

The white elephant is the Buddha, the flower on the other side is the Buddha, the spring water and the spiritual source here, and the four words "don't ask for anything outside" are all the Buddha.

I don't know how long it took for Qi Chuan to wake up. He only felt that his body was full of spiritual power, and his white clothes were like a new one, and he was not stained with dust.

It was as if he had returned to the day when he had just been incarnated as an adult, undamaged and uninjured, like a piece of jade without flaws.

That spiritual source had healed the wounds he had suffered when he crossed the sea, and he could fight for Liuhe for another hundred years.

A hundred years later, they crossed the sea again, and so on until they were endless......

The white elephant saw him wake up and walked slowly to him. Hook up a lotus leaf with the trunk of an elephant, fill it with water from the spring, and feed it to his mouth. He took up an unopened lotus flower, gently lifted his hand, and placed the bud of the lotus flower in his hand.

Qi Chuan was puzzled and said, "Do you know that this lotus flower is not an edible thing? ”

The white elephant shook his head, pointed at the bud with his trunk, and opened his ears wide.

Seeing this, Qi Chuan couldn't help but smile: "You mean to tell me to open this bud?

The white elephant blinked and nodded slightly.

His thin lips pursed slightly, and there was a soft light in his eyes, which were originally a little cold. Gently raise your hand, the lotus bud in your hand is urged to open with spiritual power, the flower blooms, and the lotus heart is a red pearl.

Qi Chuan naturally recognized that it was the fateful ferry port of the underworld, and the voucher used by the fateful passengers who came to the ferry was also called the fateful pearl.

Strangely, this red pearl should only change into the hands of the boat passengers when the ferry docks, why does it appear in this lotus heart at this time?

Qi Chuan looked at the white elephant and smiled, "If only you could speak." Then you can tell me, what do you mean by giving me this pearl?"

The white elephant seemed to pace two steps thoughtfully, suddenly nodded his head, looked at Qi Chuan, rolled up his trunk, hooked up the blooming lotus, and gently pressed it against his heart.

The red bead touched his chest, and Qi Chuan's heart suddenly became clear. He closed his eyes, and sure enough, there was a red-gold luster in those eyes in his mind.

He smiled, like a spring breeze melting the ice and snow.

Tens of millions of years later, the classics recorded the appearance of the Northern God of War, and there was still only a short sentence of "clear and beautiful".

And who has ever seen him smile warmly like this thousands of years ago on the other side of the Great Freedom Sea, with red eyes in his eyes?

Qi Chuan stretched out his hand and gently stroked the white elephant's head: "I understand, you asked me to go to the underworld to find her, because she is here with me, right?"

After speaking, he pointed to his heart.

The white elephant rubbed his head in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

For a long time, Qi Chuan has been obsessed with being a utensil, and there will never be a fate of red dust.

So when I met Su Miya before and saw the red luanxing in her eyes, I mistook my heartbeat for an abnormality, and only thought about how to suppress it.

As everyone knows, if the fate is born, it cannot be destroyed.

The War Buddha created him, and although he was physically dead, he still intended to enlighten him. It is to form this fateful pearl by the karma of the two of them, and with this pearl, you can cross the Lechuan River again and see the destined people.

Qi Chuan pinched his fingers, flipped his wrist, and cast a trick to put the red pearl into his sleeve.

He said goodbye to the white elephant, clasped his hands to his chest, and raised a silver-white fairy cover around his body, flying from the other side of the Great Freedom Sea to the underworld.

With his feet off the ground, the white elephant disappeared, and the flowers, springs, and spiritual sources on the other side ...... also disappeared with Qi Chuan's memory of this sea crossing.

He no longer remembered that he had been thirsty for the blood of evil spirits and had slaughtered this place into a sea of corpses.

On the banks of the Lechuan River, there is a fate. A handsome young envoy smiled and saluted:

"This son, as soon as he said goodbye last time, the villain knew that he would meet by fate. ”