The world is full of bitter seas, and if you can cross a bridge, you can't cross thousands of bridges.

The golden moon shines, the rivers and rivers have been for thousands of years, and as far as the eye can see, there is a boundless sea of suffering.

This is the Dao of Gongye Qingtian.

Su Guyuan fled from the small bridge and walked two streets with Mingyue Nu, preparing to go straight to the direction where the flying pontoon boat fell. However, as he walked, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he seemed to be lost.

It's not accurate to say this, it's not that he lost his way, it's that Siming City has lost his direction.

I don't know when it began, more and more puppets woke up in the city, and when I looked up, there were people everywhere who were crooked and walking in various postures. If you don't know their bottom line, you may even have the illusion of returning to normal.

And the more puppets there are, the stronger the Dao method of Gongye Qingtian.

At first, he could only control a few dozen puppets and block a bridge, but as the number of puppets increased, he was able to change an entire street.

Su Guyuan slowed down, and suddenly remembered what Huan Liang had said before, and she asked herself to be careful of the realm of Gongye Qingtian. He hadn't known what the Dao realm of the Fa Tian Dao was before, but when he stepped into this street called Yaqian Road, he completely understood.

This road is the main axis of Siming City running through the north and south, up to eight zhang wide, 300 hundred-year-old camphor trees are planted on both sides of the road, and the wide canopy covers the sky and the sun, forming a verdant corridor.

Yaqian Street connects the north and south ends of Siming City, the south side is the Lihuo Temple of Fangwai Road, and the far end of the north side is the power center of Siming City.

Su Guyuan was going to the direction where the flying pontoon boat fell, which was the closest and safest way. Because the road is too wide and the buildings on both sides are too far apart, if you encounter another puppet, you can avoid it in advance.

Originally, there was no problem with this plan, but when he actually walked to Yaqian Street, Su Guyuan realized that he was still not a Gongye Qingtian.

He seemed to have guessed his plan a long time ago, and even prepared in advance.

Yaqian Street has long changed, on the surface, its buildings are still those buildings, camphor is still those camphor, the only difference from other places is that this wide street is empty, whether it is the people who have been fixed or the puppets who have awakened, there is no trace.

Su Guyuan definitely didn't believe that these people would leave by themselves, because the golden moon of Gongye Qingtian was still in the sky, and they had no chance to escape at all, so there was only one answer, they were fused by the Fa Tian Dao Dao Fa.

Su Guyuan closed his eyes while walking cautiously, released his perception and glanced at it.

And looking at it, it may be the thing he regrets the most when he arrives in Siming City, because the scene of the spiritual world is really amazing and bloody. In comparison, the hungry ghost path of the Great Ying Sea can show a trace of kindness.

Those pedestrians are not gone, they are all there, but they have been turned into pure flesh and blood tools by Gongye Qingtian.

In the spiritual world, the natural essence that pervades heaven and earth has been completely changed. On both sides of the street, the camphor trees, which were originally shaded and sheltered from the sun, have turned into two rows of towering cliffs under the action of Fa Tiandao, and the cliffs are not composed of stones, but layers of flesh and blood that do not know how to weigh tens of thousands of layers. ….

Countless streams of blood sprouted and flowed freely from the cracks in the cliffs, and were blocked by countless limbs that were born outside, forming small waterfalls of blood.

Not only the camphor trees on both sides, but even the bluestone avenue under your feet has changed, and now it is a red grassland. The blood-soaked land was full of life, and this dense arm grew on it.

Those arms are alive, and in the breeze, they will even sway slightly, opening and closing slightly, like real plants.

This strange and terrifying phenomenon made Su Guyuan suddenly open his eyes, and suddenly realized, no wonder he lost his way, Gongye Qingtian's Fa Tian Dao was far from being as simple as creating a few puppets, he directly reversed the universe, reversed yin and yang, and used Dao to build a new set of small worlds.

Although this small world looks weird and completely different from the real world, everything inside is alive.

The Tao is not afraid of power

If it's big, I'm afraid it can evolve.

In the real world, plants and trees raise cattle and sheep, cattle and sheep raise fierce beasts, and fierce beasts give birth to big demons.

In the small world of Gongye Qingtian, what beasts can those living arms raise? What kind of big demon can be bred?

The more Su Guyuan thought about it, the more wrong it became, he glanced at it just now, there must be something at the end of those arm grasslands. He was about to continue to sink into the spiritual world, when he suddenly felt Mingyue Nu pull his arm and said, "Childe, childe."

"What's wrong?" Although Su Guyuan was a little impatient, he still asked patiently.

"What's the place up ahead? It felt familiar, as if I had been here before...... And I feel sleepy...... Would love to sleep...... Am I going to die?" Mingyue Nu's face was very strange, not like fear, but also like pain, but showing a trace of nostalgia and confusion.

The front she said referred to the City Lord's Mansion at the end of Yaqian Street, which was originally the mansion of the Huan family, but it had changed hands for three hundred years after the Huan family was destroyed by Su Gong.

Mingyue Nu's so-called familiarity is not her consciousness, but Huan Liang's consciousness.

Su Guyuan's heart moved, Huan Liang seemed to know something, and he was in a hurry to replace his consciousness and jump out to speak.

After thinking about it, Su Guyuan decided to help Huan Liang, looked at Mingyue's eyes, and said, "In front is the mansion of the Authority Dao Huan family, which is your hometown."

The confusion in Mingyue Nu's eyes became heavier, and she muttered to herself, "Is it? But I don't remember it at all, I was born in the east of the city and never came here. How could it be my hometown? But why am I so familiar? Ah, no, I'm so sleepy, Childe, I want to sleep, I can't open my eyes."

Su Guyuan thought to himself that you can sleep if you want, if you fall asleep, your combat effectiveness is stronger, how good it would be to come out to help. However, looking at the meaning of Mingyue Slave, if she wants to fall asleep, she really has to go to the City Lord's Mansion, that is, the Huan family's mansion.

Su Guyuan originally planned to cross Yaqian Street and go further north to find Su Wuming and the others, and push the boat down the river to send Mingyue Nu to the City Lord's Mansion without delaying the matter, so he simply agreed to her, "Then we will go to the City Lord's Mansion to find you a bed."

"Really? Thank you, Childe." Mingyue Nu was overjoyed, and actually put aside Su Guyuan and ran towards the City Lord's Mansion by himself.

This action is really rare and rare, as a lady, it is not easy for her to walk in stride, not to mention running away from her upbringing. It seems that Huan Liang's consciousness has begun to awaken, and he can't wait to jump out and pick the hammer.

Su Guyuan ran wildly behind Mingyue Nu, and quickly closed his eyes to perceive the situation in front of him.

In the spiritual world, there is still a bloody grassland with arms, and at the end of the grassland, there is a distorted and filthy atmosphere.

This aura was so huge that it covered the entire City Lord's Mansion, like a demon god entrenched in the sky above the City Lord's Mansion, watching and waiting for Su Guyuan with greedy, scarlet eyes.

Three thousand flowers drunk