The monks began to cross the sea and prepare to climb the ladder.

There were no ships on the Sea of Blood, but treading on the water was not a difficult task for them. Sure enough, everyone stepped on the surface of the sea of blood, and did not sink, but marched forward on the sea of blood.

The first person to enter the sea of blood soon reached more than ten steps away, the sea of blood was rolling, and the big lang was monstrous, but it did not hurt this person. When everyone saw that the first person was not in danger, their expressions became excited, and then they quickly entered the sea of blood and quickly walked towards the center of the sea.

I don't know if it's because of the large number of people, or if it's because they're moving too fast, I saw that some monks gradually couldn't control their strength and fell towards the sea of blood.

Zi Chen looked at the sea-crossing team like a tide, and was slightly distracted, many years ago, a human yuan in his eyes, was the existence of the sky. This level is not at all what Zi Chen can see if he wants to see it. At that time, the Renyuan Realm was too rare in Zi Chen's opinion, and Cheng Dù was almost comparable to a treasure.

But many years later, Zi Chen reached this realm, only to find that the original human yuan realm was comparable to the Chinese cabbage in the world, and there were countless of them.

Sure enough, it is only at a certain height that you can see something.

"I don't know if one day I will arrive at the Earth Yuan Realm, will the Earth Yuan powerhouses, which are extremely rare to me, flood like cabbage?" Zi Chen thought secretly in his heart, but he thought that this question was not realistic, because how many Earth Yuan Realms could there be in the world.

But if he hadn't reached that realm, how could Zi Chen know how many Earth Yuan Realms there were in this world?

Zi Chen, who was distracted, quickly came to his senses, because he had an extremely heavy discovery.

That is, the monk who had fallen into the sea of blood before, and he did not reappear, not a single one. They fell into a sea of blood, as if they had sunk to the bottom of the sea at once, without showing their heads once.

The sea of blood was roaring, but Zi Chen couldn't hear the sound of the sea lapping. The monk was planting, but Zichen didn't hear the popping sound.

It was as if the whole world had become surprisingly quiet in an instant, surprisingly dead, and at the same time weird.

The monks who crossed the sea of blood all looked the same, without joy or sorrow, and it was difficult for people to see some shortcomings on their faces, but seeing that many of their companions did not get up after falling, their faces should have undergone some changes.

But no, they looked very calm, even very focused.

Zi Chen could see them clearly, seeing their calm and focused expressions, the two sides were not far apart, but he felt that the two sides were far away, as if they were in two worlds, and the things he saw were clear and blurry, full of contradictions.

Finally, one of the monks took a step back, but this small step was so obvious among the monks who were all moving forward.

The attention of Zi Chen and his party immediately fell on this monk. I saw that he quickly took another step back, and then took a third step.

Three steps back, a bright light suddenly emitted from him, and then his figure disappeared into the sea of blood out of thin air.

A person, disappearing into thin air?

Just when Zi Chen and his party didn't understand this situation, it was like a chain reaction, and various lights lit up from all directions of the sea of blood. And every ray of light that comes on represents the disappearance of a monk.

These disappeared monks all had one thing in common, they all took three steps back at the same time.

But where did they go after disappearing?

In addition to Zi Chen, there are many monks who have not entered the sea, and they are all wondering about this question at the moment. But apparently, they did not enter the heavenly realm.

If you fall into the sea of blood, you will never be able to float again, and if you retreat, you will disappear, and it is clear that the only way forward is the only way.

"There is no sound coming from the sea of blood, the sea of anger is still rolling, there should not be no sound, the biggest possibility is that the sound is isolated. It should have its own system, or a small world. Lu Peng looked at the front of him.

"Maybe they've come across some kind of formation, and they're in the middle of it at the moment. If you want to break the formation, there is only one way forward, if you fall or retreat, it will disappear!"

"Will they stumble into the sea, will they encounter something that frightens them? Will they retreat, will they encounter something that is not feasible?"

Without entering the sea of blood, all speculation in the outside world is useless, and only personal experience can know what they foresaw, why they stumbled, and why they retreated.

After looking at it for a long time, they didn't see the famous hall, and Zichen and the others decided to cross the sea. During this period, the various forces continued to transmit messages to their companions in the sea, but they did not receive any response. Zi Chen naturally gave up the idea of going in by himself and waiting for the others.

The crowd marched forward and stepped into the sea of blood.

As soon as you step on it, there will naturally be a force of capture to support the body. It is said to be stepping on a sea of blood, but in fact it is no different from flat ground.

Zi Chen stepped into the sea of blood, and then saw the sea of fire. He was in the midst of the fire, surrounded by flames, and the pungent smell of burnt paste entered his nose, choking Zichen and almost suffocating.

Looking at the flames around him and the charred corpses on the ground, Zi Chen frowned. Because he saw an extremely cruel scene in front of him, he was actually somewhat familiar.

Zi Chen has killed countless people in his life, but the incidents of setting fire after killing people are really rare, and they are so few that he can't remember them at all.

"Is it an illusion?" Zi Chen tried to remember if he had killed someone and set fire, but he couldn't remember, thinking it was an illusion.

The temperature of the flames around him was clearly transmitted to his senses, and he tried to take a step forward, accidentally stepping on a dry branch that had not yet been ignited, making a clear clicking sound.

Yiqiē was very real, but Zi Chen couldn't remember when he had killed these people.

He stepped forward, looked around, looked into the distance, and saw some buildings burning with flames. It looked like a sect, but it had been cleansed, and a few heart-rending screams for help rang out from the flames.

Zi Chen tried hard to recall the sect that had a grudge against him and got the retribution he deserved, and finally thought of a martial sect.

"Could it be Wu Zong?" Zi Chen walked through the sea of fire, trying to find some clues.

Suddenly, his expression froze, and his eyes stared at the front. There, a huge plaque caught fire, but barely the handwriting on the plaque could be seen.

Lingwu Sect!

A name hidden in Zi Chen's heart, almost forgotten by him. The memories that were about to disappear suddenly poured into Zi Chen's mind like a tide.

The scene from many years ago emerged, it was not that he killed someone, but that someone destroyed his sect.

"Yes, this is the Lingwu Sect, where my master is located. It was destroyed by Wuzong that year, Elder Taishang was killed, and the master of the Punishment Hall was also killed. ”

The memories in Zi Chen's mind overlapped with the sea of fire in front of him.

Sure enough, in less than a moment, a loud cry that he was extremely familiar with sounded. A figure passed through the fire, a teenager who looked extremely green, rushed into the fire with grief on his face, began to call out the names of his friends, and then began to rummage between corpses.

"Elder Taishang!"

"Hall Master!"

"Lin Xue!"

"Su Mengyao!"

Zi Chen quietly looked at this young and immature Zi Chen, looked at himself back then, and looked at the despair on his face after seeing a female corpse.

Although this scene looked strange, Zi Chen watched calmly.

When the scene of the destruction of the sect reappeared, the young man was very sad, but Zichen was very calm. Now he can be sure that this is a phantom array.

In the sea of blood, Zi Chen's expression was calm, and his steps were also very calm, and the span of each step was the same, walking towards the center of the sea of blood.

During this period, there were still people falling into the sea, and there were still people disappearing, but Zi Chen seemed to be unaware, and walked slowly but firmly towards the front.

As if it had happened, the boy did not find the living person he wanted to live, and then met the people of the Martial Arts and began his life as a fugitive.

In this fugitive career, he has been wounded, killed, eaten harsh wild fruits, eaten raw meat, gnawed grass, been aggrieved, and strong.

It seems that the scene is reappearing, Zi Chen saw the small mountain village again, and saw the young Wang Xian'er, Wang Qiong, Wang Shan, and Wang Shi, who had been dead for many years.

Then I met the monk again, and then I saw Su Mengyao and Lin Xue in Cangli City, and I saw more people.

Zi Chen didn't know what this illusion wanted to express, there were very few warm pictures, most of them were killing, all blood, and all of them were desperate and indifferent faces.

Despair, it was those who were killed by Zi Chen. The indifferent face is naturally Zi Chen.

In the end, blood-colored scenes appeared in front of Zi Chen, headless corpses flying upside down, rolling heads, dead expressions, bloodstains stained red on the earth because of too deep resentment, all kinds of scenes and blood-colored dantian that exploded in despair because of unwillingness.

These people were all killed by Zi Chen, but Zi Chen only remembered a small number of people, and he didn't remember the appearance and names of most of them, but he killed them.

The scene of the murder in front of me is still being demonstrated, just like a fast shot, but even if it is deliberately accelerated, it is only the scene of Zichen Danyuan.

Because of his growth all the way to the present, Zichen has killed too many people, killed people like hemp, and killed countless people.

In addition to the image, there was a voice echoing in Zi Chen's ears, this voice was resentment, crying, and asking for life, like a ghost or a ghost, constantly floating around him, constantly talking in his ear.

Looking at the bloody scene in front of him, he listened to the various sounds of asking for his life in his ears, as well as the voice that seemed to be like the way of heaven ruthlessly talking about Zichen's various sins.

Zi Chen's face was expressionless, watching the immature Zi Chen in front of him move towards maturity, quietly watching the enemies being killed one by one, listening to the sound of the death in his ears and the condemnation and punishment of the Great Dao, he looked at it quietly, and his expression was calm.

That's it, I don't know how many murder shots I saw, Zi Chen frowned, and gradually felt impatient, he looked at the void, and said calmly: "I don't know what you are going to sue me, or what mistakes you want me to recognize, or let my Dao heart be dusty No matter what purpose you report, I want to say, I have no regrets about what I have done in this life!"

Zichen shouted: "I have a clear conscience, so I have no regrets!"

No regrets echoed in this world, the sound of asking for life in Zi Chen's ears suddenly disappeared, the voice of the Great Dao condemnation disappeared, the murder scene in front disappeared, the illusion disappeared, and the sea of blood appeared.