The mountains are turning into dusk.

The souls of the dead who knelt on the ground, most of them were the monks of the peaks who were recalled in the mountains and seas, scattered cultivators, and the ancient remnants of the mountains and seas, they bent down their bodies reverently, and on the side of a wide road, in the vigorous soul mind, there was a huge figure turned around, and he held a sword in his palm, with the stone tower of the hidden peak and the floating soul pattern.

Behind that figure, there is a hundred-zhang humanoid statue, the face of vicissitudes with sharpness and wisdom, wearing a simple blue robe, and there is a vicissitudes of life behind the temple, on which three big characters are clearly written, Tibetan Peak Palace.

Li Shuishan stepped on the soft soil for the first time, and there was a fragrant pavement, yes, this is the taste of Chunfeng.

There was an old man in a yellow robe standing beside the hall, holding a green leaf between his fingertips, and a woman who was also wearing a yellow robe was followed by her, but she curled her long hair and bowed slightly.

"Greetings to the Young Peak Lord. ”

As this sound came out, countless dead souls kowtowed on the ground, and they also said in their mouths, this scene was seen by the hearts of the visitors, and they did not expect to see such a grand scene here.

The sound rolled, and it spread out for hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, straight into the chaotic battlefield.

The monk who was fighting stopped what he was doing and looked at the sky, there was a huge shadow that was constantly shaking, as if it was about to fall, but was grabbed by a man again, and sighed lightly.

"Lord Shaofeng, a disciple of the Zangfeng Mad Monarch, now he is here. ”

"Who is he sacred, can we see a trace of what the tenth layer is?"

Countless monks hesitated as if they were in another world, and the fighting also stopped at this time, they saw an old figure holding an old sword in his hand, wearing a blue robe, his spirit was flying, and the cold breath rolled around the nine execution grounds, forming ice dragons that were constantly moving, and the falling wind and snow smashed on the monks' cheeks, freezing them to spit out a breath of heat.

Countless monks knelt down and bowed again, this time they worshiped the strong, and they were huge figures belonging to the Tibetan Peak.

There was a rumor that when the sun and the moon compete for glory, all things worship, and this time to welcome the visitors, it is the person who solves the puzzle, the dragon among the people, the stream in the water, and Ruimang opens the ladder to the sky, shining on ten thousand rooms. We've waited too long, too long, for the monks of our peaks to get to this point

Sky. ”

The mad monk broke an arm, fell to his knees and wept bitterly, he cried about his past, he cried about his regrets, he had left his homeland for more than 100 years, his wife died tragically, and his children died.

Knock knock.

The bell rings, the phoenix ends, and the smoke song stops outsiders.

Knock knock.

The bells are ringing, the sky is in the sky, and the sunset is sprinkled with sorrow.

Li Shuishan's footsteps fell gently, and slowly in front of everyone, countless kneeling souls wept, he didn't understand why these souls were crying? Why did they greet them with such a big gift? A dignified and handsome young man, standing up to the sky and the earth, walking with an ordinary voice, walking under the admiration of ten thousand people, did he want such a result? No, what he wanted was ordinary in the ordinary.

In front of the main hall, an old figure walked out, smiling at the souls and monks.

Throughout the ninth floor, countless monks saw the old face, and they clearly saw an existence that was large enough for them to kneel and pray.

His status in Shanhai is enough to shake Shanhai's consciousness.

Li Shuishan walked to the door of the main hall, knelt down on his knees, and said respectfully: "Disciple Zangsheng, I have seen Shizun." ”

The old figure showed a cold breath, Li Shuishan felt that the person in front of him was not the one he remembered, but he was a little familiar in the dark, and a startling dragon rose up in the canyon below the mountain, swallowing the clouds and mist in the distance, and spewing out a rainbow.

Worshippers knelt down and bowed again.

The ninth layer ushered in a truce today, countless monks sat on the spot, there were familiar figures among the dead bodies around, their old friends, their masters, disciples, their relatives, in the blink of an eye, yin and yang, they didn't know why they were killing here, but after stepping here, their self-consciousness fell apart, and their desires were infinitely magnified.

In fact, there is no treasure here, what they see is the bloody phantom sun and phantom moon, and the dead corpses are engraved with names one by one, and they are all leaving messages for the latter generation, telling them never to step into the ninth layer, let alone look at the tenth layer.

The sea breeze blew from the calm mountains and seas and blew into their hearts, giving them a little comfort in the thought of returning home.

Do you know how the monks of ancient times died? They knelt on the ground and prayed

Asking for forgiveness from the strong, he was still nailed to the side of the mountain by a sword, looking at the comers-by, one by one, dark and reborn, he never knew what death tasted like.

More mountains collapsed at this moment, they were submerged here, and the memories of their lives exploded at this moment, and they saw how their lives had been spent.

Some people have lived a happy life for half of their lives, and the moment they step into the mountains and seas, they have changed and become wicked people with scattered heads; some people have lived a poor life for half of their lives, and they have survived in prayer, and at this moment they seem to have found heaven, and they let go of themselves in laughter; and some people come step by step, their footprints on the ground will never blow away, and there is a proof of time on their chapped cheeks, they are born strong.

The process from the first layer to the ninth layer is the yearning of joy, anger and sorrow, and the ninth is the ultimate, which is the yearning.

The tenth layer is a new student, they are not tired of the current life, but they are constantly struggling in life, pain and sorrow are concentrated into a cup of tea, slowly tasted, a few sips can not taste the bitterness, because they have long lost their sense of taste.

In the years of death and injury, there are countless ghosts that are constantly scratching, and they also yearn for new life.

One by one, familiar figures emerged, and they climbed to every hope on the ninth floor, and countless hopefuls pinned their hopes in their hands and brains, hoping that time would give them a victorious answer.

Li Shuishan understood at this moment what a new life is.

It turned out that the hope he had been pursuing was shattered at this moment, he had not seen real death, he had not seen the rebirth of life, there were reincarnations in the fluttering heartbeat, and he couldn't find where his roots were.

It turned out that the place he left was really not a region, but a paradise.

Isn't this the result he wants? He still wants a lot, and the old man in the temple is showing him the way, is this the gain in your sustenance? Is this the hope you dream of?

Everything for everyone fell on the young man in front of him, and he was no longer a teenager.

He has to wear responsibility and responsibility, bravely go into the distance, and face one obstacle after another, life is such open-minded and unsolvable.

He kowtowed, and said in his heart: Wherever you go, there is home.