At this time, the halo emitted by the ancient token in the sky became more and more dazzling, and the token hundreds of zhang high was comparable to a sacred mountain, and it was transformed into the void. The wooden sign kept spinning, and on the back was a rolling mountain range, no different from the Kunlun void where everyone stopped, and on the Jade Pearls Peak of the token, there was a point of light like a scorching sun that kept flickering, obviously, it was where the key to the sky was hidden. And on the front of the token, a quaint "line" word emerges. Ling Yu knew that the key to the Heavenly Que hidden under Kunlun's void should be the line key. There are nine keys in total, each with its own name, and they are named according to the nine-character mantra, which is the secret blessing of the six knots. The nine characters are: pro, soldier, fight, one, all, array, column, front, and line. Previously, Ling Yu obtained two keys to the Heavenly Que, which were the column key and the soldier key, and successfully obtained the supernatural powers in the two Heavenly Que keys, so that they could be used for his own use.

Ling Yu learned the Donkey Kong Wheel Seal in the Soldier Spoon, and gained the ability to rejuvenate and heal quickly. In the column key, he learned the Wisdom Fist Seal and gained the ability to control time and space. Especially after Ling Yu learned the Wisdom Fist Seal, the power of time and space has made Ling Yu turn danger into a disaster many times, which is really a top-level supernatural power.

Now that the line key is about to appear, it is impossible to say that Ling Yu is not moved. Ling Yu has learned the nine-character mantra and knows that the Xingzi Key means Xingzen, representing light and the Buddha's heart, which is why the secret passage of the Xingzi Key is built under the Xiaolin Temple in the Western Desert. The line of words and keys also indicates Buddha nature, that is, the superhuman realm. My heart is Zen, and all things are combined. The mudra of the word key is the vase seal, and its mantra is the Morichi Heavenly Heart Mantra. Compared with the column key and the soldier key, the line key is more inclined to the spiritual cultivation of the practitioner. Ling Yu has always been haunted by Tang Jinxuan's death, so the line key is exactly what he needs.

"Now that their way has been almost explored, it is time for us to go down. Anyway, the Xingzi Key appeared in my Huaxia Ancestral Star, if it was possible, I still didn't want it to fall into the hands of the villains!" Seeing that ninety percent of the cultivators had already fallen into the cracks, Dao stroked his white beard with one hand and sighed lightly.

After Dao Yi finished speaking, he nodded to the witch Qianqian, and the two glanced at each other and rushed down towards the crack. Seeing that the two supreme powerhouses had already entered the crack, the other cultivators at the top of the Jade Bead Peak also followed the two and rushed into the crack. As for Ling Yu, he mixed in with the crowd and jumped off the Jade Bead Peak.

As soon as Ling Yu fell into the crack, he felt a desolate and vast aura coming from the crack. That aura had been suppressing Ling Yu's cultivation and divine sense, making him only able to exert his cultivation in the early stage of the state of mind. Ling Yu turned his head to look at the cultivators who had fallen into the crack with him, and found that those people were also frowning slightly, obviously suffering the same thing as himself. The first 20 zhang of the crack is reflected by the snow on the summit of Yuzhu Peak, and it can still be faintly seen. And when Ling Yu descended by more than twenty zhang, his vision began to blur, not because the mysterious aura blocked Ling Yu's vision, but because the cave was pitch black, making people unable to see the road ahead, even if he had profound cultivation, he could not find out the situation around him. As his body dropped, Ling Yu noticed that the temperature around him was getting colder and colder. And the further down you go, the more spacious the world in the cracks becomes. Like a gourd, there is a universe inside.

When everyone fell into the crack for ninety feet, a thin layer of ice beads had already condensed on Ling Yu's eyebrows, and it was not too much to describe it as ice in a breath. And at this time, people's cultivation has been suppressed to the limit, and infinite coercion attacks from all directions, tightly wrapping everyone in the crack, that coercion not only oppresses everyone's divine consciousness, squeezes their bodies, and even suppresses everyone's breath to the extreme. Looking at the bottomless cracks, many people have already had the idea of retreating. Their minds and bodies were oppressed, their breath was short, and their expressions were worried. After descending another thirty zhang, a third of the cultivators who were traveling with Ling Yu had already stopped, unwilling to go deeper into the ground. Chance is important, but life is even more important. They no longer have the ambitions they had before, and all their enthusiasm has been wiped out by the cracks of the abyss.

Ahead is an endless abyss, like a giant mouth of a fierce beast, using the key of heaven as a bait, bewitching the cultivators who have dived into the cracks. There are less than twenty people left from the hundreds of people who were around Ling Yu before, the road ahead is dangerous, but behind is a smooth road, between the unknown world and the happy land behind, the vast majority of people choose the latter. Many people have calmed down after a winter-like journey, and they have come to understand how valuable it is to be able to have self-knowledge sometimes. Ling Yu, on the other hand, chose to continue to sneak down after thinking about it.

When Ling Yu traveled down another ninety zhang, he found that many people had returned from the abyss, although their eyes were full of unwillingness, but more resolute and happy. These people passed by Ling Yu, no one spoke, and there was no killing, Ling Yu was like a lonely prodigal son, incompatible with this world and the people around him, and always walked alone. And the more than 20 people who had fallen into the bottom of the well with him before, when they saw countless cultivators returning from the abyss, they also galloped towards the top of Yuzhu Peak with the flow of people. As a result, the hustle and bustle of the world turned into a journey of slaughter, and Ling Yu was alone, moving forward. Everyone has their own way to go, and no one else has the right to interfere. For Ling Yu, his purpose was simple, that is, to dive into the abyss and find the Key to the Heavenly Que. Even if there are difficulties and dangers along the way, he will not give up. This road is like life, and the word persistence blocks most people.

As for the witch Qianqian and Daoyi, they had long since disappeared at Ling Yu's feet. Their cultivation had already exceeded the limits of Ling Yu's imagination, so Ling Yu naturally couldn't catch up with them. Ling Yu is like an independent ascetic, who has experienced the joys and sorrows of the red dust, the harsh summer and winter, and the warmth and coldness of the people.

Ling Yu didn't know how far he had sneaked down, maybe thirty miles, maybe fifty miles, maybe, farther. When Ling Yu looked around again, he found that there was no one around him. Those cultivators who chose to live in peace had long since left and returned to the top of Jade Bead Peak, and those cultivators who had cultivated much higher than him and chose to take risks for the Heavenly Que Key had already fallen to the end of the abyss. Therefore, only Ling Yu, a cultivator whose cultivation was inferior to the Holy Emperor and others, and who was unwilling to give up, was struggling. At this time, he no longer had the strength to perform the Holy Dragon Crossing Technique, and the chill under the abyss pierced Ling Yu's bone marrow, and the cold qi penetrated into his internal organs, making his blood seem to freeze. In desperation, Ling Yu had no choice but to sacrifice Wakaki Ye. This was taken by Ling Yu from Huangfu Longchen before, and it was a divine object with the same name as Fusang Mu, and with it, Ling Yu could also rest for a while.

There was no light under the abyss, making Ling Yu forget the time. He had been sneaking around Wakakiha for so long that he had forgotten why he had sunk into the abyss. At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of fighting coming from a distance. When he heard the shouting of killing coming from under the abyss, Ling Yu thought that the cultivator who had fallen into the abyss earlier had already begun to snatch the key of the Heavenly Que. But after he listened carefully, a strange look appeared on his face. Because through the sound of fighting in his ears, Ling Yu could be sure that it was not the sound of cultivators fighting each other, but more like the sound of two armies fighting, under the abyss, it was like an ancient battlefield, the enemy and us were in close hands, and they were decisive and ruthless. Even when he heard the sound of the clashing of swords and the roar of the soldiers, Ling Yu seemed to be standing on the battlefield, watching thousands of troops and horses from afar, like a broken bamboo, entering the enemy camp and staining the battlefield with blood.

Gradually, Ling Yu felt a sense of exhaustion welling up in his heart, and his eyelids were heavy and drowsy. Although the realm kept reminding him in the sea of knowledge, it was as deep and vague as hearing it in Ling Yu's ears as if he was separated by a vast sea. The voice of the realm gradually moved away from him, and the sound of the battlefield poured into his ears.

At this moment, a hot and viscous liquid suddenly sprayed on Ling Yu's face, making Ling Yu instantly "sober" up. He snapped open his eyes and looked around. In front of him, there were no Holy Emperor and Du Jiuxian and others, no Nangong Yu and Kunlun Demon King, and no Great Monarch and Daoyi. He was standing in the middle of the wilderness, and there were countless corpses at his feet, some of them pierced through the chest, some of them beheaded. Even though some of the soldiers were not dead, they fell to the ground with serious injuries, groaning in pain. Ling Yu made a visual inspection, and at least tens of thousands of people fell on the battlefield.

The wilderness is littered with corpses, and even the soldiers who are alive have already been killed. Their eyes were filled with tears, anger, or timidity. Skyrim has lost its blue, filled with wolf smoke and is desolate. The glimmer of the scorching sun is obscured, comparable to dusk. Ling Yu looked down at his hands and found that his body and hands were covered in blood, it was the blood of the enemy, the blood of the countless lives that he had killed. Halberds and swords were discarded haphazardly in the battlefield, and some blades were still stuck in the corpses, and the blood on the blades had not yet dried up, dripping slowly down the blades. Ling Yu was wearing armor, this armor was slightly different from the style of the soldiers, it seemed that he should be a small leader. The dead grass on the ground had been dyed blood-colored, and finally gathered into a small river, flowing into the distance, shockingly. In front, it was Ling Yu's men who were fighting the enemy, and the battle was stalemate, and it was difficult to solve.

"Brother Ling, the enemy's reinforcements have arrived, and the brothers can't stand it! Now that the general hasn't asked us to retreat, what should we do?" Just as Ling Yu was losing his mind, a young soldier suddenly ran from the front and asked Ling Yu anxiously. The soldier was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his eyes were sharp.

For a moment, Ling Yu seemed to remember something, and he "remembered" his identity. He was a soldier who followed the general in his conquests and eventually became a centurion. At this time, he was following the general into battle with the enemy country, and they had held out for three whole days in the enemy's outnumbered position.

"Since the general did not order a retreat, then we will fight this group of invaders to the end, even if we fight to the last soldier, we must protect our rivers and mountains!" Ling Yu seemed to be affected by the atmosphere on the edge of life and death in the battlefield, he gritted his teeth tightly, and said in a deep voice to the soldiers around him.

Hearing Ling Yu's words, the soldier gritted his teeth, and finally nodded heavily, running into the distance. At this moment, a sudden sound of breaking the sky came from the front, and then, Ling Yu saw that behind the enemy's cavalry, nearly 10,000 archers appeared, holding longbows and arrow feathers, and launched a crazy offensive against their own side. And the soldier who had asked Ling Yu for instructions just now was shot by more than a dozen sharp arrows at the same time under the rain of arrows, and the sharp arrows penetrated his thin body and nailed him to the ground. Looking at the comrade-in-arms who was still talking to him a moment ago, Ling Yu's eyes were about to split, he held the sword in his hand and rushed towards the enemy camp. It's just that Ling Yu overestimated herself too much. Now he is no longer a cultivator who asks about his state of mind, but a soldier who does not know how to cultivate, if he is stronger than the common people, but his body is relatively strong, how can he resist sharp arrows?

The rain of arrows in the sky shot down with the sound of breaking through the sky, and although Ling Yu picked up nearly a dozen arrow feathers with his sword, he still couldn't resist the endless sharp arrows. In half a cup of tea, Ling Yu was also shot by a sharp arrow, and blood flowed from the tail of the arrow to the ground, bringing Ling Yu's vitality out of his body.

Just when Ling Yu was dying, he suddenly saw an old monk appear above the sky. The old monk was dressed in a golden-red robe, and there were words in his mouth: "The road in the world, the red dust is far away, a trip when you are drunk, and a trip when you wake up." The hustle and bustle, the troubled times are near, life is free, death is also free......"

Hearing the old monk's words, Ling Yu suddenly woke up, he was lying on the blood-stained grass, looking up at the monk who was always silent and the aura flickered behind his head, as if he had ascended from hell to heaven in an instant. Then, the wasteland around him disappeared, the soldiers disappeared, and the heaven and earth also disappeared. When Ling Yu came back to his senses, he quietly looked at the bottom of the abyss that seemed to be another world in the distance, and sighed softly: "Xingzi key, it has appeared!"