The yellow sky is layered like steps, and the scenery is different.

Three hundred meters above sea, the air flows quietly, like a gentle and warm river. Thirteen Lang did not rush to climb to explore the secret, but patiently and quietly savored the feeling of the slightly moist air rushing across the side of his face and ears.

There are not too many anomalies, except for slowness, and adhesion that can't bear to leave.

As if being dragged by some kind of liliang, or too heavy itself, the air flow slowly slid to his side. The hem of his clothes fluttered lightly, and Thirteen seemed to feel and even see the shape of the wind, looking at it or they caressed their bodies, wrapped around their hair, and confused their eyes.

Indescribable, unclear, gentle and gentle, as if retaining, or staying.

Thirteen Lang's eyebrows gradually frowned, and his heart was slightly cold.

Dozens of red dust, Mr. Eight Fingers is newborn and unique, and he sees or feels some breath that others can't feel: life!

The air of the sea is chaotic, and there is life.

There will be no life in the air, to be precise, Thirteen Lang felt the breath of countless remnants of life, seven emotions, six desires and five senses, none of which lacked. It was as if he had seen countless pictures that had happened, heard countless cries of life, nostalgia and inaction, roaring and anger, all strange and all-encompassing.

Different from the spring rain that contains the lingering life, different from the vigorous life of the summer sun, not like the autumn wind and sorrow, nor like the winter snow, the breath of life here is only a remnant, like the sigh that only exists when you are dying.

After a long time, Thirteen Lang opened his mouth lightly, and spit out a few heavy words with difficulty: "Residual thoughts do not disappear, and there is no reincarnation in death?"

Life dies into reincarnation, this is the way of heaven. The way of heaven is everywhere and all-encompassing. Omnipotence, this is common sense. However, Jusan Lang knew. This is not the case.

A friend from the underworld told him that there was some place on this shijie. It is a place that even the Heavenly Dao does not want to see, or simply cannot see, and it is a real abandoned place.

"There is a deficiency in the way of heaven, the underworld contains caves, and the eyes of reincarnation will also nap. Those places are out of the circle because of the unknown, and the living beings do not enter the underworld after death, that is, they are really dead. ”

Meishuai's voice was still in his ears, and Zuihou warned: "That is the land of heavenly punishment, and you must not stay for a long time when you encounter it." ”

Mei Shuai can't explain much about reincarnation, but he knows a little. The vast majority of the lives that fall into the underworld will not leave a trace in the human world, and the so-called dissipation of the path of death refers to this heavenly rule.

Of course, there are exceptions, so there are a lot of resentments in the world, and there is a ready-made example around Thirteen Lang: dumb aunt. Sometimes, he even complained that Leng Yu's temperament was not tough enough, if he could incarnate like the dumb aunt and stay in the yang world, Thirteen Lang would say that he would let her reshape the ghost body, and personally stage a thrilling four hundred, no. Thrilling for thousands of years.

After all, the special is a minority, hundreds of millions of people in the world, and there is no one in ten thousand who can leave grievances, and Hugh said that the ghost body should be kept intact. And yet here and now. Shisanlang's feelings clearly illustrate one point: in the sky, residual thoughts are everywhere!

The Land of Heavenly Punishment!

What is Heavenly Punishment? It is death, real death. There is no reincarnation. There are no reincarnations, no ghosts, only thoughts. Thoughts born out of the inability to detach.

The body slowly rose into the air, and Thirteen Lang's feelings became clearer and clearer. His expression became more and more solemn, and he unconsciously pinched his fingers and drank lightly: "Gift: Hongchen!"

A faint cloud of smoke popped out from his fingertips, wisps floating in the air, and the next moment, the wind around him suddenly became violent, and the air currents in all directions seemed to be attracted by the cloud of smoke, rushing to rush over and try to blend in.

There is only one reason, that breath comes from the world, and it is full of Vientiane fireworks, that is, life.

"Kill the corpse!"

The sound of shouting rose again, the smoke and clouds turned black, like whips and locks whipped in all directions, and the wind that had just surged scattered and fled, like a beast that had encountered a natural enemy, and wanted to stay away at all costs. However, the wind is invisible, the qi is not qualitative, and there is always an inescapable air flow that is split by the black lock. The silent cry is heard, not heard, only the soul can feel it.

Thirteen Lang frowned, and drank again one after another: "Spiritual Qi, Karmic Fire!"

Red dust, beheading corpses, dark energy, karmic fire, in terms of life and death comprehension alone, Thirteen Lang has reached a height that ordinary monks cannot reach, so that he can see or feel the thought that life is unwilling to disappear completely.

There are no thoughts left, only residual joy and fear, worry and fear, sorrow and shock. Four-colored smoke clouds drifted around him, and the air currents around Thirteen Lang fell into madness and became extremely manic. Looking down, the hurricane in front of Shisanlang came, and he went far behind him, the left side was rushing around, the right side was pushing and rolling, and his body was like lightning roaring away, as fast as lightning.

"Senior brother, don't run away!"

Big Ash shouted at the top of his voice below, and before the words fell, the four colors outside Thirteen Lang's body flowed, as if he was pulled by a rope, and he "bounced" back with a whoosh, and the momentum was more urgent than just now.

"So fast!" Da Ash was startled, instinctively thinking that the young master had encountered a strong enemy, and when he looked closely, he didn't find anything, and his doubts deepened.

"What are you doing? I don't think the posture is handsome enough, practice?"

"Quack!" cried Chubby as he lay on his stomach on the big gray head, no matter what he guessed, first in disapproval, then in mockery.

"You know what a fart!" the big gray snorted angrily, and his tone was rarely serious.

"Quack"

With the yellow sky above his head and his body like a meteor, Thirteen Lang circled a few times like a whirlwind, stopped casting his body shape, stood silently in the air, and was silent for a long time.

He asked himself in his heart: "Does this count as exploitation, does it count as deception?"

The difficulty of surviving in the chaotic sea lies in the difficulty of finding a way out, and after a moment of feeling, Shisanlang fully understands the difficulty of flying here. In the normal way, the mana cost is three times as much as usual, and if you want to avoid a strong enemy, you need to increase your height to overcome more resistance. But if it is like this, it should be said that only he can do this, with the intention of life and death to stimulate the ubiquitous residual thoughts in the air, not only the speed is greatly increased, but the mana consumption is also subtle to the extreme, almost negligible.

There are two sides to the matter, Thirteen Lang found that whether it was red dust or beheaded corpses, underworld qi or karmic fire, there was an effect on residual thoughts that he couldn't understand: death!

As soon as they come into contact with these four breaths, the residual thoughts will immediately die, but the difference is that those residual thoughts that are tainted by the red dust and karmic fire will die in liberation. On the contrary, it will come to naught in panic and despair, and completely disappear from this heaven and earth. And this. It is clearly the effect that only exists when Mei Shuai casts the underworld to collect the soul, or it can be expressed as: Into the underworld!

Beauty is from the underworld. It is normal to have the ability to invoke a trace of the power of reincarnation, and Thirteen Lang knows very well in his heart that these supernatural powers of his have nothing to do with reincarnation, but they will make those residual thoughts appear to be delusional, mistakenly believing that he has been liberated, or punished.

The Blood Domain is a unique realm, it has existed for an unknown number of years, and it has been 10,000 years since it evolved into what it is today. Assuming that it has been subjected to heavenly punishment since 10,000 years ago, the number of remnants contained in the air is not numerous, but can only be endless. Other words. Thirteen Lang added a winning weapon, if it was just for flying, he might never have to worry about mana.

But he had to ask himself if he could do it.

Seeking the Tao and asking the heart is often a kind of subjective will, what you want is to take it for granted, and what you want is to have a clear conscience. Whether it is a loyal minister or a giant thief, if you can't be at ease, you can't be tenacious. It's hard to get things done. The monk goes against the sky, and his determination is the minimum requirement, he can't even convince himself, and he still cultivates a fart way!

Look up at the sky again. The yellow clouds hang only two or three hundred meters away, which sounds high, but because they cover the entire sky, it feels like they are pressed overhead. It's heavy, it's suffocating, it's lifeless. Look at it. Thirteen Lang's face changed slightly, and his eyes gradually flashed cold. until it is as sharp as a knife.

"Huangquan, hehe, is it possible that Huangquan is really yellow!"

The world only hears the name of the Yellow Spring, who would have thought that the Yellow Spring is really a spring, a river, or a piece of yellow sky? On the other hand, it is difficult for Weishenme to gain a foothold in the sky of the chaotic sea, just because the wind does not seem to be very strong? Thirteen Lang is burdened with the Wind Spirit Root, and the battle of Brokeback Mountain has led the floating demon up to the Nine Heavens, and he has learned the real power of the Gangfeng, how can he casually believe this kind of fallacy!

Everything in front of him could not be explained, if Thirteen Lang did not have the comprehension of life and death and did not master the four divine powers, he could only understand it as the air itself was very special, because its viscosity affected the monk's performance, and then it was difficult to fly.

But he is the Thirteenth Lang, the Thirteenth Lang who has encountered something more evil and incomprehensible than this, the Thirteenth Young Master who does not believe in evil, is not afraid of trickery, and is not afraid of getting to the bottom of it.

"Since there is death and no life, where do so many living beings come from?"

"If this is the Yellow Spring, how does it work, how does it regenerate living beings?"

"If there is reincarnation here, isn't there an overlap of yin and yang here?"

"If this is samsara, can it be imitated, learned, studied thoroughly, until it is mastered?"

"If these ifs exist, is there a hand that controls destiny here? Or is there some kind of being, groping and exploring in some way, trying to control reincarnation!"

"If there is such an existence, is it called: Heavenly Dao!"

Questions and inferences are coming, inferences bring more doubts, if things are really as conjecture, the blood domain will be opened?

It's very simple, the rules are different between different interfaces, and every person from the outside world who comes is suppressed will also interfere with or even weaken the rules of the realm. According to rumors, the first step that the monk faced after ascending to the upper realm was to wash the marrow and cut the body, completely washing away the traces of the lower realm. This process is not free, but it will consume the power of the rules of the upper realm, but the consumption is too subtle for a single hair on the body of tens of thousands of cows to be detected.

The Blood Domain is not the Upper Realm, even if it contains some aura that only exists in the Upper Realm, or it is transforming in that direction. If that were the case, if there was that manipulating hand, how could he allow this to happen?

"Is it also for research?shiyan products, guinea pigs?"

Looking up at the sky, his gaze became sharper and sharper, and Shisanro no longer hesitated, took a breath, and his figure rose to the sky.

"Ho!

Tens of millions of needles, tens of thousands of needles turned into yellow sand due to the rapid flight, rained down on Shisanlang's body. At this time, he realized that the yellow sand sky was not just a description, but a real and real sky composed of yellow sand

This kind of thing is not easy to write, the yang world and the yin world, the reincarnation of yellow springs

Hey, you said that if I really wrote it, would I become an immortal?

I'm in the play, I don't want to be the third uncle of the southern faction!

(To be continued......)