There is no sun and moon in the blood domain, and the twenty-eight stars are scorching, and there is no such thing as bright and dim.

The wolf Tsing Yi came from the side of the blue bottle, and had seen the seven stars settle with his own eyes, but the settlement returned to the settlement, and the brightness of the seven stars did not change much, if I had to say, because of its proximity, it appeared more dazzling, and the essence remained as usual.

At this time, it is different, the size of the three stars on the top of the head has not changed, and the position has not moved in the slightest, but its color is slightly dull, as if the surface is covered with a veil, hazy, but without the slightest beauty.

That's what aging feels like. It's as if human beings are approaching the end of their lives, their skin is saggy, their eyes are dark, and although there is more wisdom accumulated in their heads, there is no longer any sense of prosperity.

Aging represents decay and means closer to death. No one likes to grow old, and monks especially don't. The faint starlight splashed into the air with a little sadness and death, making the wolf Qingyi who was bathed in it feel unhappy. Having entered the realm of heaven and earth, the communication between him and this heaven and earth is extremely keen, so although the degree of dimming of the three stars is slight, it is enough for him to feel threatened.

"The Lord has said that my progress is not perfect, and I need to use the prosperity of this party as the foundation. ”

Clothed with starlight, the Tsing Yi Sky Wolf seemed to be able to feel the weakness of the three stars, and gradually felt hungry in his belly. He knew that this was a prelude and hint that his body had turned to weakness, and his eyes gradually sharpened.

In the thirtieth year of the Blood Domain, Sky Wolf Tsing Yi has risen from a mid-term overhaul to a god, obviously not taking the orthodox path. In a word, Shijie is strong, Tsing Yi is strong, Shijie is weak, Tsing Yi is defeated, not only is the realm unstable, but even the old capital may be lost.

Tsing Yi didn't care about this, first of all, he couldn't wait, he couldn't wait to grow up slowly like an ordinary monk, and secondly, he didn't believe that anyone could destroy a shijie at all. In that case, what's wrong with growing up with this shijie? he can even sense that although he has just broken through the realm. I don't have any specific understanding, and I haven't been baptized by the Heavenly Tribulation, but I have an advantage over ordinary gods.

This kind of judgment comes from the comparison of strength, in the past, Tsing Yi had seen many Avatar cultivators, and knew how powerful they were to communicate the power of heaven and earth, and because of this, he could be sure that he was more powerful than those people. Because he is more closely associated with this shijie. It's more handy to mobilize.

That's enough.

"The Heavenly Star will not change for no reason, just in time for this time, could it be that those who entered the Kunlun Hall did something and touched something that should not be touched?

Today's Tsing Yi knows that the stars in the sky are not real stars, but are closely connected to the Kunlun Hall and may be its hub. If that is the case, it is entirely possible that the situation he speculated will happen. And it's extremely dangerous.

Looking up for a while, Tsing Yi confirmed that his perception was correct, so he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, slowly comprehending, analyzing, and distinguishing the three starlight, trying to find traces from them.

He did, well, I should say part of it. After some efforts, Tsing Yi could not find the reason. But it is possible to determine the direction of the cause, and there seems to be a guide in the darkness as to where the encroachment is coming from. Urging him to rush to the rescue.

"Same direction!"

Tsing Yi opened his eyes and looked straight towards the place where he was originally going, his eyes a little resentful.

"The Lord ordered me to lead you over, but the Kunlun Hall is full of dangers, and it is normal to die. Whoever you are, you can only die. ”

Anyway. Sky Wolf Tsing Yi quickened his pace, his body shuttled in the important hall; the old land revisited, the old horse knew the way, except for a few checkpoints slightly hesitant, Tsing Yi seemed to be familiar with the road. And yet the wonderful thing is. No matter how many levels he walked through and how many times he teleported, he had never climbed the mountains that were everywhere, not once.

After years of coming, and the same amount of time is needed when going, Tsing Yi is anxious but has no choice but to force himself to calm down and try to increase his speed at the same time. He didn't notice that as the three stars in the sky dimmed, many buildings, land, and even mountains and rivers in the Kunlun Hall had changed, becoming distorted and blurred, becoming heavy, old, and seemingly loose.

Time keeps ticking, time keeps accelerating

One step to his chest, Thirteen Lang looked into the distance in front of him, with a thoughtful expression.

Time doesn't accelerate, but it certainly doesn't stop, and it's two years in the blink of an eye. Compared with two years ago, Thirteen Lang seems to have spent twenty or two hundred years, and his face can be described as "old". A cloud of silver appeared on each of his temples, showing and describing the hardships and hardships of the past two years. But its eyes are extraordinarily bright, and they are deeper than at the beginning, revealing a bit of the beauty of vicissitudes that can only be seen through after "seeing through".

It is not appropriate to describe them as "beautiful", sharp is their true color. At this moment, the starry eyes between the eyebrows of Thirteen Lang were half-open and half-closed, and their eyes flickered against each other, dimming the three stars in the sky, as if they had plucked their starlight from the sky and moved into their own bodies.

After climbing a mountain and destroying a mountain for two years, Shisanro fulfilled the promise he made two years ago, or fulfilled his vow, and now he stands in front of the top of the mountain, just one step away from reaching the top.

"No illusion is created out of thin air, what is the nature of this place?"

Height and distance are two similar concepts, when you are in mid-air and there is a block in front of you, the distance seems to be high. The mountain peaks get steeper and steeper as they go up, and from where Jusan Lang is, the scenery on the other side of the mountain seems to be cut off, and the layers of roof tiles are misaligned and overlapping, making it look so jerky and incongruous. So Jusan Lang couldn't help but think, what would it be like if the things he saw were stacked on top of each other and piled up around the mountain like building blocks?

"Is it so?"

The force of the suction came from under his feet, and the feeling of being absent no longer seemed terrifying, but revealed a certain struggle and pleading. There are no meridian acupuncture points on the feet of the thirteen langs, and the influence of the mountain peaks on them can be ignored, so he can watch to his heart's content and spend time guessing as much as he wants. He looked at the front for a long time, then compared the left and right with the back of him, and in his mind removed the scenery near the mountain peak, and stacked it as if it were in front of him

"It should be. ”

Thinking like this in his heart, Shisanlang took a light breath, rolled up a piece of sand and gravel in his hand, and stepped onto the top of the mountain.

There was a roar, and the heavens and the earth changed color at the same time

The feeling of dominoes collapsing. All sides are dominoes.

With the mountain peaks at your feet as the center, the mountains and forests, rivers, houses, and the earth in all directions "collapsed" one after another, sweeping towards the surroundings like waves. At the feet of Thirteen Lang, the mountain peaks seemed to be cut by a giant blade, and the layers of xiangxia square sat solidly, and it was like a giant hammer smashing into the nails of wood, and it kept falling towards the depths. Meanwhile. The earth in the distance around it seemed to be "held up" by a pair of huge palms, and it was like a cage closing in the center at the same time.

The sky also changed, and the three dim-colored stars quickly enlarged, and then continued to shrink in the process of enlargement, as if they were three twinkling stars, which were originally stars, and at this time, because of the continuous decrease in size in the process of falling downward, it gave people this illusion of "big and small".

The sound is earth-shattering, the momentum is earth-shattering, the three-star settlement is unstoppable, and the surrounding earth is closed on all sides. There is only one goal: the man on that mountain!

A vast aura that by no means belonged to this realm suddenly dispersed, permeating every corner of the surroundings, and in it, Shisanlang felt like a speck of dust floating in the air, for thousands of years in an instant.

"Let me see what you are!"

Thirteen Lang's feet were still standing on the top of the mountain, his body was standing still, and there seemed to be a phantom shaking outside his body. If you have two faces, six eyes. The deity plus the demon clone. The six eyes of the two opened at the same time, and their divine thoughts were put to the maximum and strongest, and all Liliang were paying attention to all directions at the same time.

The three stones shine on the stars, and the thirteen lang destroys the stone but connects to the stars, and his vision is pulled up to the sky, and then sinks to the earth with the three dim stars that are dying out. And so he saw

The huge Kunlun Hall stands on top of the seven heavenly peaks. It is surrounded by seven large areas, surrounded by six peaks, and in the center is a tower that is not too tall, and the wonderful thing is that the tower is not too conspicuous in sight, and Thirteen Lang still noticed its existence at first sight. It's like a diamond in the middle of a bunch of glass beads. It may be the smallest and much larger than the rest combined.

There were seven stars on the tower, and there was someone among them, and Thirteen Lang recognized it as Blue Bottle, but he didn't pay much attention to it. At this time, his mind was attracted by the hundred-story pagoda, and his eyes could see through it, and he saw the altar hidden in it, and the lotus platform inside the altar.

The lotus is on the altar, the altar is in the tower, the tower is in Kunlun, and the Kunlun is in the sky, but without knowing the weishenme, the thirteen langs intuitively believe that the lotus platform is underground, covered by the endless earth, and suppressed.

It was a nine-petal lotus platform, and the petals were not leaves, but nine smaller, half-wrapped and half-open peach-like lotus buds. Each bud had a blood-red heart, seven of which were empty, corresponding to the seven grooves on the altar. When he saw the altar, or more precisely, the lotus and the red hearts connected to it, Thirteen Lang had an extremely familiar feeling, and after distinguishing it, he found that this familiarity came from four of them, and among them, the lotus bud was the most unfolding.

At this time, an idea came out of thin air in his mind, and the seven lotus buds lacking the heart of the flower were the origin of the Kunlun Palace.

The color of the Black Leaf Demon Lotus was dull, as if it was beating like a heart, and at this moment, the lotus bud that was watched by Thirteen Lang slowly unfolded, like a flower bathed in the spring breeze blooming delicately, and at the same time, there was a liliang that shook the entire blood domain Shijie was cathartic.

Under the traction of the dark, Thirteen Lang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind, and while his eyes were retracted, he seemed to hear a sigh of emotion, as if he had been separated for tens of thousands of years.

"It's good, you're good, it's really good"

didn't have time to think about whether these things were true or false, and what it meant if they were true, Thirteen Lang's gaze fell quickly with the three stars, and in the blink of an eye, it couldn't cover everything. At this time, he saw himself, saw his demon clone, and at the same time saw the surrounding shijie gradually collapse, and the surrounding area began to rotate, like the order of lotus opening was inverted, and it was slowly closing towards the middle.

Closing on the outside and opening on the inside, Shisanlang recalled the previous scene, thought of the voice, and thought of the vitality of the open lotus, and felt a little sour in his heart.

"Maybe I heard it wrong, but the Nine Turns of the Demon Lotus is right. The Blood Ding is just a lotus seed heart for it?"

The three stars quickly fell, and together with Thirteen Lang's consciousness, they "returned" to the eyes. It sounds incredible, but that's what it actually is, the three stars that have been bright for eternity enter the eye in the center of Thirteen Lang's eyebrows and become part of the star vortex.

The next moment, Hong Tao's huge strength surged under his feet, pushing Thirteen Lang's cultivation and momentum to continue to rise, accompanied by a majestic drink, like the way of heaven raining down on the meritorious.

"The first turn, the ferry is leading. ”

(To be continued......)