However, this old man didn't know that the news he was able to find out, hadn't the other mountain masters heard about it at all?

"Boom. "After a whirlwind. Chengdao Minami fell to a solid ground. The Maya and the golden eagle that he had been holding in his hands were now gone.

He frowned, it was very strange. The sky was blue, almost black, dotted with countless points of light, as if it were night. The place around him that could stand was only a few zhang in size, and the rest of the place was wrapped in pitch-black water. In the midst of the water, there is a shimmering streamer, and the sky and the water are almost indistinguishable.

"Zhaoxin River?" Cheng Daonan's eyes were like eagle falcons, and he saw a stone monument standing a hundred zhang away. There are two big characters written on it in fairy script, "Zhaoxin".

Only the vanity can't see through, and the heart can be seen in the heart. As soon as you enter this river, it is like looking in a mirror with your heart. Through all kinds of vanity, go straight to the heart, reflect all kinds of inner feelings, and those who are not firm in their hearts cannot pass.

Cheng Daonan smiled and stepped into the Zhaoxin River. The first feeling of the river is cold, not the cold on the body, but the chill in the heart. It's as if you've been stripped naked and exposed to everyone's view.

"Because of the disaster caused by martial arts, affecting his family, have you ever regretted it?" In his heart, it seemed that countless figures appeared, surrounding him, and shouting at him. In the depths of the darkness, the appearance of Cheng Gui and Zhang Guiping emerged, these are his parents in this life.

When Cheng Daonan was eight years old, he killed Zhao Wutao, the young hall master of the Zhao Martial Arts Pavilion, so that he provoked Zhao Changkong's revenge.

"Ah......" The bodies of Cheng Gui and Zhang Guiping were lying on the ground. His eyes were wide open and covered in blood. It seems that he is not blind to death.

Those figures gradually became clear, and they turned into people from all walks of life. Or scold at him. or exhortation, as a thousand men say, nothing so.

"I have not thought it through, and I have repented. Cheng Daonan lowered his head, and his voice seemed to be murmuring. In my mind, it seems that there is that rainy night again, the man who insists on going back to save his wife, and the woman who ran away to cover her husband and son.

"Then what kind of martial arts are you cultivating, what kind of way are you seeking? It's better to die, you can't even protect your own family. The figures suddenly turned hateful. Blamed Cheng Daonan.

They seemed to see the flaws in Cheng Daonan's heart, and desperately attacked his Dao heart with words.

"I regret mine, what do you have to do?" There were more and more figures, and their voices became louder and louder, as if they were going to get into Cheng Daonan's head. But Cheng Daonan snorted softly, like a thunderclap exploding, and in an instant, the figures dissipated one after another, as if he had seen something terrifying.

His heart is strong. Although there is remorse, there is no attachment and remorse. Everything in the world can be changed, but only the past. It can't be changed. After slaying the phantoms, he continued to walk through the water.

"Because of martial arts, he became obsessed with murder. Have you ever regretted it?" the figures dissipated, and then regrouped. Continue to ask Cheng Dao Nan.

The person who was killed by Cheng Daonan, from Zhao Wutao. to the martial artists of the Zhao Family Martial Arts Pavilion, to the commanders of the Black Cloud Country, as well as Wen Rushui, and countless living beings who died in his hands.

"Anyone who stands in the way of my enlightenment can be killed. His words were still so plain, but there was a killing intent of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and it was just an impact that washed away those phantoms.

"The martial arts are dangerous, and every step is difficult, have you ever regretted it?" This time, there was only one phantom in front of Cheng Daonan. Surrounded by countless mountains, there is no future and no hope in sight, and a sense of despair wells up in people's hearts.

"If the martial arts path is not difficult, why should I climb it. As soon as he said this, his whole person seemed to become taller and full of infinite self-confidence.

The mountain was at his feet, and he strode out of the darkness. The phantom turned away, his face grim and his eyes slender, but it was himself.

"If you don't regret it, let it go. It's a long way to go, so it's good to do it yourself. The phantom smiled lightly, stepped on the river of Zhaoxin, and gradually walked away.

Cheng Daonan only felt that the environment around him was constantly changing, the river receded, revealing the ground, and the darkness in the sky gradually disappeared, revealing a bright sky. There is no sun, and the light seems to come from this space.

On the huge square of Qingjingtian, nearly 10,000 screens shattered, turned into bits of light, and dissipated into the air.

"The quality of the warriors this time is so high, 340,000 people participated, and only 10,000 people did not pass the first level. Countless people were chatting quickly in their minds, and they seemed to be very interested.

The first level of the Zhaoxin River, except for those who rely on resources or have deep obsessions, everyone else is easy to pass. In other words, as long as you practice in a down-to-earth manner and don't rely on many external objects, you can go over.

"I don't know which one is Cheng Daonan? There are so many people, and I don't know how to look for him?" beside the old man, a person complained softly.

"It's still early, it's only the first level, why are you in a hurry? The rosacea old man glanced at the man angrily, and sighed slightly, as if lamenting that the young man was impatient. Despite this, the old man's thoughts were carefully hanging over the screen.

"I ......" The man held his breath in his heart, if you weren't for the mountain master, and I was just a little disciple, I would have been swearing a long time ago. It's obvious that you're in a hurry, okay, didn't you make us pay attention to that Cheng Dao Nan?

"This first level, it's the most boring, everything that happens in the heart of the river is in their hearts, and we can't see it, but the following is wonderful, whoever has a few brushes, you can see it at a glance, if that Cheng Daonan is really a genius, it will definitely be conspicuous. The old man with a rosacea looked like a good teacher, and spoke in the tone of a person who had come before.

“...... That mountain lord, I have a saying, I don't know...... When you don't talk about it...... "A disciple next to him who looked very tender said in a low voice, his face still a little shy.

"There's a fart. "The most annoying thing about the rosacea old man is that others are chirping crookedly there, and it is not cool at all.

“...... Then I'll let it go...... Oh no...... Then I said, since everyone can see who is powerful, then what advantage do we have, what if we know in advance that there is such a person as Cheng Daonan? When the time comes, won't the powerful lineage or sect of others still be able to snatch Cheng Daonan over......" The disciple turned his head and raised this question with a wink.

"Hey, what about the mountain lord?" After he finished speaking, he was surprised to find that the mountain lord did not know when he disappeared. Looking left and right, I found that the mountain lord was squatting in a corner, looking at the sky speechlessly......

"Damn, miscalculated. (To be continued.) )