The moonlight of the early night, moistening the evening breeze, shone on the big black mountain, and also fell on Lin Zixuan's solemn face.

Yun Luo Dao people looked at the stubborn figure and already understood that it was impossible to let that little guy be alone.

"Little ghost, you are too obsessed, and when you are involved in this turmoil, the old man can't protect himself, and with your current state, it is very likely that you will never recover." The old man Sen Luo looked at Lin Zixuan and said coldly, in this battle, even the powerhouses of the Blood Infant Realm are insignificant, only the peak power of the Dao Zun realm is qualified to affect the entire situation.

In the world of great controversy, the sand and soil are all yellow springs and white bones, if it weren't for his jealousy of the strength of the Yunluo Dao people, Lin Zixuan wouldn't even have the qualifications to talk to him.

"Although the recklessness is small, the humble position does not dare to forget the country, this is the choice I made, and it is also the way I believe, I just want to be worthy of my heart." Lin Zixuan spoke firmly, he already knew that this would be the end, and now when he heard his answer, he just sighed in his heart.

But there weren't too many surprises.

"It's true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but little ghost, the old man doesn't have the leisure to help you." The old man's face sank, and when he pinched his hands, his seal changed nine times in an instant, and the monstrous blood light bloomed, dazzling to the extreme, and at the same time, it directly turned into a huge blood-colored stump in the sky!

This arm is evil, the whole body is red, and countless hideous howling faces appear on it, and there are three bright blood-stained eyes in the palm of the palm.

Like the hand of a ghost god, it suddenly pressed from the blood moon and landed on the place where Lin Zixuan was, and in an instant, this space seemed to be imprisoned, and the scope of the entire Great Black Mountain became extremely blurred and distorted at this moment.

The color of the heavens and the earth changed, and between the blood rain, countless strange things were born out of nothingness, accompanied by the extremely poignant and miserable pain wail, which made Lin Zixuan instinctively rise to a creepy meaning, and the fear in his eyes became more and more intense.

At this moment, the blood-colored stump arm penetrated the void and directly grabbed Lin Zixuan's soul, his face turned pale in an instant, and he snorted, facing the blood infant powerhouse, and he was also a Heavenly Soul Realm cultivator, his realm was not enough to see at all.

Lin Zixuan's body trembled, all the sounds around him seemed to disappear at this moment, all the existence was blurred, and the whole world seemed to be only the three evil pupils left.

One is as black as the abyss, the other is as pale as the moon, and the gray in the center is as dead as the silence of all things.

The light in Lin Zixuan's eyes and the soul in his body were dimming, and even the vitality was visibly dissipated with the naked eye, he was no longer called a monk, but a mortal, everything, from this moment, began to be dominated by fate again.

Where the gods gaze, everything they see is not clear.

One after another, the tombs rose from the ground in the whimpering sound of the wind, and among the coffins, many monks who did not look like people walked out, their pupils had been dilated, and they had no life, and even the flesh and blood of their bodies were rotten, and there was a bloody stench in the purple and black.

Lin Zixuan, vaguely, saw the faces of those monks.

Lin Zixuan's footsteps paused, and he froze in place.

What a familiar face it was, Lin Jianfu, Zhang Ling, Zhou Xuan...... Those old friends are like dead corpses at the moment, and there is endless despair in their eyes.

The wind at this moment is very cold, very cold, ice to the bone marrow, cold to the soul.

His body gradually trembled, they were young and frivolous, the saddle horse looked at the sky, seized power, and fought for the road, but they didn't want to become dry bones in the grave and die.

"Go all the way." Lin Zixuan saluted, and in silence, his back continued to move forward with a bleak and blank attitude towards the truth.

The wind was like a knife, carving wrinkles on his face, wreckage and blood rain falling from the sky, and he was the only living person in the road ahead.

He is no longer young, every distance is more like a mental journey, his life is passing, and his face has become vicissitudes.

The fragility of life is vividly manifested in the mundane.

He felt cold, felt pain, felt unusually tired, and looked back, birth, old age, sickness and death, but only a few decades of time.

Maybe it was the twilight of his life, or maybe it was because he ran out of oil, and in his unwillingness, he looked up at the pupils in the sky again, but he was still the same, with indifference to all beings in his majesty.

The cold wind blew away the remnants of the candle, and he collapsed and was buried in the place where the gods looked up, the grave he had chosen for himself, and his final struggle against fate.

At this moment, he remembered a lot, the mountain cliff in his memory, Lin Tian sat on the rock, he stood behind him, and asked the question that had bothered him for a long time, but there was no answer.

"Father, what is cultivation?"

"Cultivation is a struggle, the living fight for a breath, and the dead fight for a grave." Lin Tian replied calmly.

"What about cultivation?"

"Cultivating the mind."

"How do I cultivate the Fa?"

"The heart is quiet, and there is no past or present in between." Lin Tian spoke again.

"The child doesn't understand." Lin Zixuan shook his head.

"Zixuan, you are still young, many things need to be understood by yourself, you just need to remember that when you are in a desperate situation, darkness will flood everything around you, but not in your heart, because there is the Sea of Origin Light, which is the land of hidden gods."

……

On the big black mountain, the strong man of the Bloody Clothes Building came mightily, Qin Ya was also in it, Lin Zixuan's incompetence made him sneer, he snatched the furnace Ding that his master had taken a fancy to, and now he wants to watch Lin Zixuan die.

"Yellow-haired child, I don't know how thick the sky is." The powerhouse of Senluo Hall said coldly, as a member of the Bloody Clothes Building, each of them has the ability to fight beyond the ranks, but in the face of the blood-infant powerhouse, they are powerless, because the gap between them is like a moat.

"Senior brother, this little guy has such a background, with the strength of that senior, even if he wants to be the lord of this state, it is not impossible." The eyes of the hall master of the Hades Hall showed horror, and the terrifying person, when he raised his hands and feet, exuded the meaning of looking down on all beings.

Yunluo Daoist was still sitting there quietly, as if he hadn't moved, and the mysterious powerhouse who had given him the opportunity to become enlightened appeared in his mind.

"Xiaoyou, I will send you into the clouds, you test the child for me, this is the Divine Hope Eternal Prison Pupil Method, if he walks through, you protect his cultivation, if he fails, you save his life, and I will give you supreme creation in the future."

"Senior, I know that the ban on the sea can be solved?"

"The seal set by the master, even if the emperor makes a move, there is nothing to be done, and I can't do it."

"He is linked to my fate, even if my predecessors don't say it, I will swear to protect it."

"It's so good, if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight, if it really breaks the halberd and sinks into the sand, the divine tribulation will destroy his bloodline cultivation, and his father's concept is different, it's good to be a mortal, I hope he can live happily for the rest of his life."

Yun Luo Dao people's eyes were contemplative, when Sen Luo's ghost hand was released, he used the space avenue to integrate this method, he knew that it was dangerous, and he would die for a lifetime.

The years go by, he has long regarded Lin Zixuan as a junior, at this moment he has some regrets in his heart, the path of cultivation is truth-seeking, and asks, do you have to pay for your life?

He doesn't understand, even if he becomes enlightened, he is at a loss.

The old man's face changed slightly, the scene in front of him was completely beyond his imagination, for so many years, he knew how powerful this technique was, once it was cast, although it was crippled, it would never die.

In particular, the strange eyes born from the palm of his hand made him instinctively feel palpitations.

"Little ghost, the sky is going to kill you, I can't help it." The old man Sen Luo spoke hoarsely, after this incident, he would plead guilty to the Yunluo Dao people.

……

At the moment of death, Lin Zixuan had a clear cognition, he felt that everything around him seemed to be quiet, the sound disappeared, the wind stopped moving, and everything was still until it turned dark in front of him, and there was no daylight.

Lin Zixuan's breathing stopped, the breath of life disappeared, and at the same time, the body of the Yunluo Dao person who was far away in the outside world became illusory in an instant, and his soul and cultivation were deprived of it out of thin air, and in his eyes, he lost everything at this moment, and fell into boundless darkness.

The entire Bloody Cloak Building was shocked at this moment, and the hall masters of the two halls and all the disciples of the three halls all set off a monstrous wave in their hearts.

The Dao realm is powerful, immortal and indestructible, and can kill it invisibly, which can be expected to have its terrifying strength.

Even if it was the hall master of the Hades Hall who had gone through the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, his face trembled strongly at this moment, his breath was short, and he was staring at the ground in front of him.

In his memory, only the senior from not so long ago had such ability, but it was not him.

The horror in his eyes deepened, and he stared at the changes ahead.

Until the distortion of nothingness appeared...... A light!

This light was sacred, and it suddenly burst out from the hands of the Sen Luo Ghost, and in an instant, it extended into a sea of light.

Everywhere he passed, the sky changed color, the earth was bright, and all living beings in the eight directions were difficult to avoid, difficult to escape, and drowned in them.

In Lin Zixuan's mind, a light also appeared, but that light turned into a divine illusory figure, and when it appeared, the invisible power flowed to his limbs and bones, like an initiation, and his soul realm broke through the shackles in an instant, straight into the heavenly soul realm.

The Divine Soul Eternal Hell Pupil Technique still existed, constantly annihilating his life force, but at this moment, the phantom behind him bloomed with even more brilliant brilliance, like a terrifying fairy light, which overshadowed the three pupils above the firmament.

"What's going on?" Many people looked at Lin Zixuan's changes, revealing disbelief and horror, that terrifying brilliance, resonating with heaven and earth, in the midst of the frenzy in their hearts, tearing apart the darkness, making the hand of the sky continue to crumble and shatter.

With a loud bang, the old man Senluo in the void was shocked and flew wildly, his breath was extremely weak, and obviously, he had also suffered a heavy blow.

Under the moonlight, the Yunluo Daoist reappeared, and at this moment he looked at Lin Zixuan in the void like an immortal, and his fear was extremely strong.

……

"If I don't go to hell, who will?" The abbot of Wuxiang Temple looked solemn, he folded his hands, and the huge figure of the Buddha behind him was full of golden light, and there were endless swastika characters in the heaven and earth.

"Damn bald donkey, martyrdom, you're crazy." Chu Yin's complexion changed violently, a terrible roar came out of his mouth, and his eyes revealed horror, as if he was very afraid of that character.

But he couldn't avoid it, and when the sound of the Buddha pierced his ears, a wave of Zhenshi pressure erupted from above, and infinite glow sprinkled down, turning into golden light, making one after another weird demon bodies explode and shatter wildly.

"Donor, the suffering of the world, go with the old man." The host of Wuxiang Temple pointed to the sky, and his whole body withered in an instant, turning into infinite Buddha light shining in the world, and in every Buddha light, there was a thunder tribulation of destruction, and the cycle was endless.

With a hideous roar of pain, Chu Yin's demon body became dim under the reflection of divine light, and then was destroyed little by little.

The demonic qi became weaker and weaker, until it was engulfed by the Buddha's light, and the vast realm world was full of divine light.

The divine glow of Buddhism fell from the void, and the abbot of Wuxiang Temple folded his hands again and closed his eyes with great reverence.