"Blooddance just died?"

Until the sound of the piano completely dissipated, the two inseparable figures remained in everyone's eyes.

The lips, teeth and throat are full of sour taste, as if swallowing a mouth full of plums in one go. The surrounding sky, earth, and sea are filled with violent sounds, and the air that should not linger is filled with the feeling of emptiness, and people's hearts cannot find a place to settle.

"It's okay to be dead. ”

The figure of the gun king was a little gloomy, he lowered his head slightly, leaned forward slightly, took off his cloak with one hand and handed it to Thirteen Lang, and said, "Don't keep it, I'll keep it for you." ”

Thirteen Lang didn't shirk, took the cloak and sneered: "What are you doing? I'm afraid that even he is not as good as him, and he can't even leave a word before he dies?"

The Gun King just smiled and didn't get angry at the words.

Lan Shan coughed two points Yin Honghong, stepped forward and said softly: "Blood Dao friends seek benevolence, don't worry about it, sir."

The old man's gloomy eyes looked at Thirteen Lang's expression, and he said, "Or blame yourself." ”

Thirteen Lang's expression was indifferent, and he didn't respond to this.

Self-blame? Of course not. Even in ordinary treasure hunting expeditions, it is not uncommon for monks to die and die, and places like the Blood Domain are more dangerous than imagined, let alone dealing with the mysterious disciples of the Mountain Monarch and even Nirzu. Utilitarian considerations, if it weren't for Thirteen Lang, the people who survived in front of him might have died long ago, including Blood Dance himself.

Things have evolved into the way they are now, and Thirteen Lang has no reason or obligation to blame himself, only a little can't figure it out.

If you can't figure it out, you can only ask, Thirteen Lang blinked and frowned. Raise your head and ask everyone.

"Weishenme people want to die, how good it is to be alive!"

Everyone looked at each other. After seeing that Thirteen Lang didn't seem to be joking, his expression changed. The fox panicked until he was at a loss.

"Oh no, Demon Robbery!"

If you don't look at it with personal inclination, the process of cultivating the path is actually going through a series of tribulations and seeking the consummation of rebirth after the calamities.

There are three kinds of calamities, heaven, man, and heart go their own way, and there may be an intersection in time, but they should not be confused because of this.

The Tribulation is the strongest, but the simplest. For example, disasters, such as the environment, such as resource qualifications, etc., can be listed in this category; the most important thing to prove is the broken mirror thunderstorm, not every realm will have it, but as long as you go step by step, sooner or later you will face its considerations, and you will determine life and death when you encounter it. Therefore, the Heavenly Tribulation was regarded as the most terrible calamity by the cultivators, and it has been fought for countless years, and it will continue to be continued.

Man-made disasters are also known as man-made disasters. Born of desire, connected by ties, and perhaps mixed with some human nature, in short, it is related to people. But those who have been cultivating for a long time. No matter which one you ask, you will decide that the human tribulation is more unpredictable and difficult to guess than the heavenly calamity, and it is not the power of the school. It's bias and wisdom, as well as ambition.

What is a heart calamity?

Answering this question is both easy and difficult. Easy because its essence is only two words: puzzle solving.

Confusion arises from the heart, and arises from the incident. Extremely small, extremely tight, extremely loose, extremely wide and very narrow, extremely thick and unusually thin. A word of incomprehension can be called confusion, a device can be confused, all the way do not know can be confused, the death of a tree, the blindness of a glance, the fall of a leaf and the sinking of a day Everything that you can't understand can be called confusion. From this point of view, both monks and mortals are in fact dealing with mental robbery all the time, and the consequences are different.

Mortals have no solution to their confusions, so they can be left behind, which not only reduces many troubles, but also greatly benefits the prolongation of life and cultivation. Nine out of ten long-lived people in the world are open-minded, and the so-called open-mindedness, to put it bluntly, is to be able to let go, think about it, and throw it away, which is also a kind of practice.

Monks can't do that.

Monks cultivate, along the way there are ten million times more doubts than mortals, some can be consulted, some can be consulted and verified, and some can be solved by themselves through mutual study, if they can't be solved, they can be put aside for the time being, and left for the future to continue after cultivating deeply. However, what is certain is that no matter what kind of doubt it is, if it cannot be solved, it will leave a hurdle, a little difficulty, and a scar that will not be smoothed, which will have a greater or lesser impact on the continuation of the path until it is brought to a standstill.

Undoubtedly, the path will be unimpeded. It's common sense, it's just that no one has ever done it.

The simplest example, when cultivating supernatural powers, if there is confusion, the supernatural powers will not be successful, when refining the weapon, the magic weapon will not be strong, the array will not be able to be arranged, and the drawing talismans will not be able to add up, and what kind of way will be cultivated.

The supernatural powers are unknown, the treasures are not successful, and these problems caused by the inability to solve the puzzle are very serious, but they are not too serious. What really changed the way the monks talked about it was another: confusion.

"If you don't get rid of the confusion, you won't be clear, your mood will be difficult to reach, and you will become crazy. ”

Cultivators all know this sentence, the simple words contain endless sadness and helplessness, and it is the only harvest after tens of thousands of years of fierce battles between countless monks and hearts, and countless failures and countless lives of Tianjiao, and named it.

Heart Demon Tribulation!

So much difficulty, so terrible, what is the confusion, or the demon calamity of the heart?

The answer is simple: when someone has to dwell on questions that can't be answered at all, it's the Demon of the Heart.

The question that Thirteen Lang is struggling with belongs to this category: everyone understands that it is good to live, but there are people who are willing to die?

Who can answer?

Maybe it's time to put it another way: there are thousands of answers to this question, and the stupidest and smartest people can give their own explanations, and the crux of the matter is, how can you convince Thirteen to believe it?

The sky is vast, and the glow of several stars is blurred, gradually becoming a majestic trend. In the sky directly above the isolated island, the yellow sand surged in all directions, revealing a clear sky the size of a thousand zhang.

After the unity, the blood tripod slowly rose into the air, and the runes spread out in all directions, circling around the tripod body at an extremely fast speed. The runes emitted a golden but bloody light, and the light overlapped with each other, forming a huge passage that connected up and down. From the outside, Starlight shot into the runes, and the runes absorbed and sucked at the Starlight, as if using them as threads to pluck the stars from the sky.

The souls of the eight sons are buried, the third son has been destroyed, and the remaining two remnant souls are automatically transferred to the blood tripod after the unity; The four overhaulers including the Spear King recovered their sense of the Blood Ding, and they could all feel the immensity and majesty from that rotation and link. And there is a devastating force of absorption. Compared to that liliang, the cultivation that overhaul is proud of is as ridiculous as a child. Fragile as a baby, she is not qualified to fight, but to surrender to her feet.

Directly below the Blood Ding, the isolated island called Xingtai under the Mountain Monarch Gate completely disappeared, leaving a hole of hundreds of zhang in place, and not a drop of water entered!

What does it mean to not get in?

A circular mouth or a well is carved out of thin air on the surface of the sea, which is as deep as the eyes and the nine shades. There are thousands of gems shining in the well, and they all converge into a torrent of brilliance. Soaring into the sky in a rotating way, the target is the tripod waiting in the sky.

The light blocks the water, no, it should be said that the water is afraid of the swirling light, just like the fear that can only be felt when facing the majesty of the sky, looking up at the starry sky and the sky, and bowing down to the Lord of all beings, and does not dare to blaspheme at all, only the roar of the eight directions strengthens its might.

The light is turning, and the column is rising. The sea is shaking, and the distance is only 3,000 zhang, and the light, which can travel thousands of times in an instant, is extremely difficult, like an old ox pulling a cart. It was like a fierce beast coming out of the crack in the gate of the underworld, more like an army starting to rush.

Every time you rise a foot, the suction force coming from inside the ding is stronger, and every inch you rise. The pressure on a few seriously injured monks was even greater, but surprisingly, as the process continued. While everyone felt the majesty and fear, they felt a warmth growing in their hearts, and it automatically flowed through the meridians of the whole body. As if nourishing.

The injury is getting better!

Not an illusion, but a tangible benefit that everyone could experience, and several monks looked at each other, and they could read surprise and, of course, doubt, in their eyes.

The broken meridians began to heal, the broken body gradually recovered, the spirit became vigorous, the qi was increasing, the unique suppression of the blood domain was completely gone, and there seemed to be a sign of assistance; all the signs can prove that in addition to not being able to increase the cultivation and not recovering the mana, even his own qualifications are improving!

Divine grace! It is definitely a blessing that genius can bestow on all beings!

At this point in their cultivation, it can be said that all the potential that can be tapped has been exhausted, and all they can do is to cultivate hard and comprehend, and the rest can only rely on luck.

What does it mean to change qualifications? It means to rebuild, elevate, and ram the foundation more solidly! It's like building a building, the maximum height of which is basically determined from the moment the foundation is laid;

For a simple analogy, if this process is successfully completed, and several overhaulers return to the Demon Domain, all the risks experienced and all the costs paid on this trip will be far worth it.

"Could it be, really, really going to ascend to the Upper Realm?" Gu Mingyue's voice trembled, his tongue seemed to be stuck to his teeth, and his words were slurred, and he couldn't believe what he said.

"This king doesn't want to die yet. The Gun King unceremoniously shattered his dreams, his voice slightly sarcastic.

Indeed, no matter what kind of ascension method, changing the interface must bear the judgment of the law of the realm, and Hugh said that the current state of a few people, even if it is intact and increases their cultivation tenfold, there is only one way to disappear.

"Don't think about it, just experience it quietly. "The Hundred Flowers Fairy was the first to make a suggestion, and it was also everyone's only choice at this time. If such an opportunity is missed, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the three worlds and three lives to look away. Even if they know that the end is death, everyone has to give it a try and grab it.

Without much hesitation, several overhaulers stood up in unison, quietly experiencing the power of suction, and confronting it at the same time.

The result was disappointing, although the nourishing Liliang existed, the six major repairers couldn't find its source at all, let alone comprehend the true meaning. Or to put it simply, they don't know how it works, and they don't even feel the slightest shadow. And everyone soon discovered that although the momentum of the rising pillar of light in the ground was not fast, the distance between it and the blood tripod was not far, and at most tea could reach it.

The fool also understands that this is the end, and it is better to plan how to deal with it, at least to adjust the state to such a little time to feel something that cannot be felt at all.

Soon, several people opened their eyes one after another, and their eyes could only fall on Thirteen Lang, and their expressions were a little sad.

Thirteen Lang is still pondering, the future is still inconclusive, everyone does not know what will happen after the upheaval, in other words, at this time, Thirteen Lang, who still retains most of their combat power, is their only bargaining chip, and they must not be confused like this anymore.

Taking a step back, Thirteen Lang is a Ding holder, if he didn't stand up and preside, there would have been only a three-point risk, and I am afraid that it would immediately be raised to eighty percent.

"What to do?" said Brother Fubo, who liked to talk a lot, and was the first to ask.

"There is only one way to indulge in calamity, and you have to be reasonable. "Blue Mountain twists his beard to make a fairy shape, and he is talking the most useless nonsense.

"There is no hope of persuasion, just deceive him?" The Hundred Flowers Fairy was clever and made a seemingly ridiculous suggestion.

"Come on, the person who can deceive him may not have been born yet. "Jiang Fan is also a newcomer, and for some reason he has the most confidence in Shisanlang, of course, this is not a good thing at this time.

"You have to try, right?" said Brother Fubo, who was still a little unconvinced, thinking to himself that this seat is very capable of speaking, but you don't know.

"That's it!" the Gun King gritted his teeth viciously, saying what everyone wanted to say, but didn't dare to say.

"If you can't beat him, beat him until he wakes up!"

(To be continued......)