"The remains of Tiangang!" An ethereal voice slowly entered Ye Yunqing's brain. Ye Yunqing's eyes were shocked, and his body was stunned for a moment. I looked around for someone to speak, but I saw it. Presumably it was the ancestor who spoke.

It turns out that these four words are the remains of Tiangang, so what is the meaning of 'the remains of Tiangang'.

Just as Ye Yunqing was questioning, the ethereal voice sounded again: "Little friend Yunqing, then your doubts will be solved step by step." ”

After speaking, the black stone wall in front of Ye Yunqing suddenly cracked and turned into ashes. Behind the stone wall, there is a golden world.

The golden brilliance radiated out. Six huge holes appeared, and when you look at them slowly, all of them are bottomless. Ye Yunqing sighed secretly, don't think about learning any cultivation methods from that mysterious ancestor. It's enough to save your life.

"Yunqing Xiaoyou, you choose one of the six caves in front of you. These six places are like the 'six paths of Buddhism', which are the path of heaven, the path of asura, the path of the earth, the path of animals, the path of evil ghosts, and the path of hell. A person's life, in the eyes of Buddhism, is to go around in these six realms, the cycle repeats, hence the name 'six realms of reincarnation'! You choose one to enter, if you can go to the end and come out, it is a great opportunity, if you are a little timid, I will send you back to the Dharma Xiang Temple. How?"

Six reincarnations, looking at the six golden caves in front of me, I don't know which one to enter for a while, but I can be sure that I must not go back! Maybe if I give up this time, I will never have such a chance in my life.

"It seems that Yunqing Xiaoyou has decided to enter. I'll disturb it. After speaking, I didn't hear the voice of the ancestor anymore. The surroundings suddenly became quiet, except for the golden cave and a teenager.

"I can't reach the height of the way of heaven, humanity has been on the road for 70 years.

There is no great compassion for beasts and creatures, and evil spirits forgive and kill good.

Hell falls into it, and I only wish that Shura will cross my mortality. ”

Moaning lightly, looking at the six paths, Ye Yunqing had already paid attention. Looking at the Asura Dao, he stepped in.

As soon as I stepped in, I saw the golden light, the abyss, and the mountain wall beside me. Like a curtain in the eye, after stepping into the Asura Path, the eyes slowly became clear again.

Blood, but without a trace of blood. Ye Yunqing's face became a blood-colored world. Beneath his feet was one end of a long bridge, the other end of which stretched into the endless distance. Straight and long, the bridge is made of white skulls stitched together. Seeing the great joy and sorrow, he felt that the skull under his feet exuded a murderous and ferocious aura.

Under the bridge, there is a huge blood-colored lake. You can feel that all the blood flowing in this lake is alive. Looking at the blood lake under the bridge, Ye Yunqing felt that his blood was all coming from Peng**, and there was a surge that broke out of his body. I made up my mind and decided to resolutely go to the other end.

Without any handrails, the two-meter-wide skeleton bridge, although it is not narrow, but it also makes Ye Yunqing a little frightened when he walks. The bridge under your feet will actually surge, and several skull heads will rotate from time to time, only to feel the surging and rotating under your feet, and you may fall off the bridge if you are not careful. Ye Yunqing didn't look down anymore, and walked carefully to the other end step by step, for nearly an hour, according to Ye Yunqing's visual inspection, he estimated that he hadn't even finished a tenth of it now. The Asura Path is still difficult to walk, and I don't know what it will be like when the other caves enter. If the Asura Cave Mansion is really as simple as taking a long bridge, it is not called the Asura Path.

Ye Yunqing's whole body was already wet with sweat, and the blue plain cloth coarse clothes were tightly attached to his chest, looking thin and strong muscles. As the probe looked under the bridge, a drop of sweat dripped down the tip of his nose.

"Boom~" dripping like a meteor into the lake of blood under the bridge. With the sound of green darkness, bursts of blood-colored mist rose on the surface of the lake. The wandering continued, without any hint of dissipation, but became more and more intense. It's like a drop of water in a boiling oil pot, and immediately fist-sized foam begins to bubble up all over the lake, and then explodes in a steady stream. The dull sound was connected like the cries of ghosts, demons, and all kinds of dark things, one after another, endlessly.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Ye Yunqing estimated that he was really going to fall, and he would definitely dissolve his soul.

A small crow, dragging with a long, strange cry. It flew quickly, flew to the fingers of the killing, and after being pinched to death by him, it turned into a pitch-black note.

After reading it, he immediately said: "Let everyone gather, one team will go back with me now, and the other team will stay and continue to search!" Lord Turbidity needs the Soul Eater Banner now, collect it quickly, and only leave the largest Soul Eater Banner in the secret passage, haha...... I'll wait until dawn to take that one!"

5. When Tang woke up drunk, the sight of the blood-stained full moon had subsided, emitting a faint golden light. The chirping of insects in the field broke the silence of the place, giving this lonely world more vitality.

"Xiao Mo!" Tang drunk his right hand stroked the back of his head, which was still a little painful, vaguely remembering the scene of Xiao Mo knocking himself unconscious, and also remembering the changes in the town. Tang was drunk and sat up from the ground, and shouted worriedly again: "Xiao Mo!"

Immediately, he galloped towards the town below the mountain.

At this moment, Mo Daohan was still on the ground, and everyone thought that he had been dead for a long time. But he didn't want to be in chaos at the foundation of his dantian at this time, and a little starlight escaped from it, scattered all over his body, and he was about to step into the foundation unexpectedly. Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. This time, Mo Daohan was affected by the ghost path under the soul devouring banner, and by chance, he built a foundation with his soul cultivation. This world is swirling, the avenue is impermanent, who can peek into the heavens.

It's an hour before dawn. In the night, other places still seem so dark and empty, only the bright moon hanging high, like the great knights in the rivers and lakes, is always so dazzling in the crowd. Tang Zui doesn't want to be an ordinary person, his dream, his obsession is Xiao Mo, if Xiao Mo dies, this dream will be broken.

Jianghu is a minority, but it needs the participation of the majority.

On the road of cultivating the truth, once you set foot on it, there is no turning back. It's a pity that countless people have not been able to make it to the end.

Beauty is like jade, and the city is like a sacrifice.

Everything was so familiar, but now it seemed so bloody.

Living death.

The distance of the moat now seems to be only overnight, in an instant, or in a thought.

The scene that unfolded in front of Tang Zui when he stepped into the town of Qingming made him completely stunned, the originally bustling streets were now full of corpses. People died so miserably, most of them were mutilated and hideous. Blood has solidified, and the town is frozen in the mottled colors of life and death.

Tears slowly slid down Tang's drunken cheeks, this is his hometown, these are the villagers who have accompanied him for sixteen years.

"Who is it!" Tang drunkenly red-eyed, swore at this moment that he would take revenge. Although there is nothing he can do now, when the time comes, it will not be enough for blood for blood, and he will definitely give these double back!

It's not that he has any blood relationship with these people, it's just that this is his hometown, the only place where he has good memories and memories.

The wind whirring in the air began to gather. His green clothes were already a little shabby, and he couldn't let go of his clenched fists for a long time, and his resolute face was red from choking. His black hair, tied up in a copper crown, still fluttering in the wind, continued to walk towards the depths of the sacrificial city.

The Mo Mansion was more miserable than anything else on the road, and the original golden gate of the Mansion was dyed a deep blood-brown color by blood, as deep and secluded as the night sky.

The corpses of the Mo family were scattered in the courtyard, and their deaths were so miserable that it was rare to find them completely formed.