Qian Hu is gone, and he has no worries.

The valley that was originally full of filth and yin was moved by Kong Laosan with his best efforts, and the place was completely filled in, and a low mound was gathered with human life, and at the same time, a stone tablet was erected in front of the tomb, on which there was no name or surname, not even a word, just a portrait.

The painting is covered in blood, holding a long knife, standing on the top of the mountain, the mountains and rivers seem to have become its background, a few simple strokes, but a strong man who shakes the sky and the earth is clearly outlined.

After doing this, Kong Laosan greeted Dumb, identified the direction, and galloped towards the direction of the Blood Sand River, this time returning to the abandoned land, there was only one last thing left.

At the same time as Kong Laosan went to the Xuesha River, where the old site of Jinling City was located, in the ditch of Qianzhang, the original endless black qi had completely dissipated, and a stone tablet the size of a thousand zhang and as black as jade floated quietly on the ground.

On the stele, the extremely complex runes linger, the small ones are only the size of the finger cover, the big ones are like the car covers, and the countless runes are like flowing river water, covering the surface of the entire stone stele, faintly, condensing the image of the mountains and rivers, looking at it from afar, it gives people a feeling of shock.

But these are just appearances, the whole stele seems to be permeated with a layer of strange force, to the naked eye, it is a layer of see-nothing, transparent and crystalline fluctuations, with the endless fluctuations spread around, with the stele as the center, the whole world seems to be still, where it passes, whether it is mountains, rocks, forests, or birds, beasts, insects and fish, it is frozen into a picture scroll in an instant, the wind stops and the water stagnates, the mountains are still and the insects stop, all kinds of scenes, very weird.

In three years, this fluctuation has spread to a radius of 100,000 miles around, and there is still no sign of stopping, and even many secular towns next to Jinling City have been swallowed up by this strange force, and have completely become a part of the "picture scroll", whether it is a living soul or a dead thing, whether it is a cultivator or a secular mortal, once it is shrouded by this fluctuation, there is no resistance at all, and it is instantly suppressed by this fluctuation.

The power of the fierce monument is pervasive, but there is not the slightest news coming out of the entire abandoned land, but in addition to the ** sect that has been destroyed, the other three major sects, Wind and Fire Valley, Qingjian Pavilion, and Yin Corpse Sect seem to have received some news, and they have announced the closure of the mountain gate, and at the same time, countless disciples have gone out, as if they are exploring something.

Half a year later, all the disciples of the three factions returned to the sect

At the same time, the three major sects communicated frequently, and even the primordial and old monsters who had not asked about the world for a long time walked around with each other. In the end, the three major sects selected hundreds of Flame disciples, and under the leadership of a few primordial old monsters, they explored the desolate ancient forest outside the forsaken land......

These undercurrents have nothing to do with Kong Laosan, and the latter doesn't pay attention to it, and now the entire abandoned land seems to have nothing to be nostalgic about.

The Blood Sand River is located in the center of the Blood Wasteland, the distance is not too far, with the speed of Kong Laosan, but it has galloped in just seven days.

Millions of miles of blood river meandering, overlooking from a high altitude, the entire blood river is like a blood snake embedded in the earth, thousands of feet away, a disgusting bloody breath has rushed towards the face, around the blood river, is surrounded by a layer of light to the extreme blood gas, this blood gas can not be seen with the naked eye, condensed but not dispersed.

If you are a worldly mortal who has not cultivated, once you get close to it, your blood and qi will enter your body, you will produce all kinds of illusions, give birth to great fear, and if you don't leave in time, your mind will be destroyed, and you will become a foolish person.

The origin of the Blood River is unknown, but due to its proximity to Tianyuan City, the Blood Wasteland has been a huge battlefield since ancient times, so it is rumored that the million-mile Blood River was transformed by the blood of these soldiers.

In the center of the Blood Sand River, a dark dry bone boat swings quietly, and the building boat in front of him seems to be carved from a huge demon bone, rough and unbearable, perhaps because of the perennial erosion of the blood river, the bottom of the boat has been completely transformed into blood. Along the periphery, countless blood-colored lines are intricately linked, as if they are portrayed according to a certain law, like a spider web, extremely complex.

The upper attic is bronzed and does not seem to be integrated with the hull.

Above the void, Kong Laosan quietly looked at the scene in front of him, when he went here with that Yu Hua, because of curiosity, he explored this attic with his divine thoughts, if he didn't react in time, he was afraid that he would be swallowed up by the remnants of the attic on the spot.

Even now in retrospect, Kong Laosan still has a feeling of palpitations.

After thinking about it, the Taoist sat in the void, and at the same time, the power of divine thought lingered again, turning into a trickle, and slowly probed towards the boat below, just at the moment when the power of divine thought just touched the attic, Kong Laosan's expression suddenly condensed, and then, a violent divine thought rolled up from the center of the attic, and it was pressed horizontally in the direction of the Taoist, bloodthirsty, killing, and furious, like a layer of clouds, almost instantly enveloping the heavens and the earth.

It's just touching this

At the moment of the thought, Kong Laosan was taken aback, and even his Dao heart was unstable, and he almost woke up from his meditation. Thousands of years ago, in the territory of the North Sea, not far from the Bengnu clan, there were six huge undersea mudras, six of the small heavens and eighteen Zhenhai mudras, and the handprints were used to suppress a "good" thought.

Now after coming into contact with this "evil" thought again, Kong Laosan suddenly noticed that this good and evil seemed to have the same origin, although it was just two thoughts, but the origin and breath of the divine soul were exactly the same.

Sensing this scene, the Taoist's eyelids moved slightly, but he didn't open his eyes, in the Purple Mansion, the power of divine thoughts was like a river, exerted to the extreme, and the power of divine thoughts that was even more terrifying than ordinary primordial old monsters surged out.

The thought is not a divine thought, not even an entity, but a kind of power similar to the power of a curse, but the thought comes from the divine soul, and there is something in common between the two. At the same time as this "evil" thought was in full swing, in the Daoist Purple Mansion, the Soul Suppression Jade Talisman emitted a strong black light, as if it was trying its best to resist something.

At this moment, the void seemed to be distorted by two forces, and the surroundings of the Daoist seemed to be surrounded by a layer of light gauze, which looked extremely distorted, and even the originally ordinary blue and purple Dao robe was also full of ripples, and the runes on it were faintly visible, as if they were temporarily suppressed by some kind of force.

Simply using the power of his own divine thoughts to fight against this powerful, extremely strange "evil" thought, for Kong Laosan, it is also a challenge to himself, since the nine-story Futu Wisdom Tower experienced the world derived from the soul and cleansed the Dao heart, the Taoist always has a feeling that he seems to be able to resist the erosion of the power of this thought to a certain extent.

As divine thoughts and thoughts intertwined with each other, the hearts of Taoists also showed a trace of strange malice.

Just as he was invaded by the idea of "good" at the beginning, this "evil" thought also comes from the depths of his heart. At the same time, a pure evil from the heart, a kind of desireless and desireless, just want to destroy everything emotion slowly breeds in the depths of the heart, this kind of thought is not the result of external force manipulation, but comes from one's own heart, but the original evil thought seed matures and grows very quickly under the effect of this thought, and has become the current state of filling the heart.

At this moment, the Taoist man's face was calm as usual, but deep down, it seemed that there were two "selves" fighting wildly.