As the dim light dispelled the boundless darkness, Li Qinglian could vaguely see the world around her through the light.

It's still a gray world, but there is no light, which is why it seems so dark.

The two walked slowly, Fang Huaijiu still stepped on the rules of life every step, I don't know when his feet had been ground out of blood by straw sandals, but he still didn't realize that every step was a bloody footprint.

However, at this moment, a depressing breath swept in, the air was filled with the smell of moisture, with a sweet fishy smell, gusts of ghost wind blew, blowing the back of Li Qinglian's neck cold.

"Here, open the umbrella!" Fang Huaijiu said quickly.

Li Qinglian nodded, opened the oil-paper umbrella behind her back, and held it above the heads of the two.

"Drain ......"

In the knocking realm, a light rain fell at this moment, falling silently, like a drizzle, dripping on the oil-paper umbrella.

At first, Li Qinglian didn't think anything was abnormal, but it wasn't until he noticed the scarlet blood dripping down the edge of the umbrella that he realized that something was wrong.

In this knocking realm, it turned out to be blood water, and that sweet smell Li Qinglian was so familiar!

In the black and white world, the red blood water is so conspicuous, now except for Li Qinglian and the blood dripping from the sky, everything is eclipsed, and Fang Huaijiu is completely transformed into black and white, as if he has completely integrated into the knocking realm.

"Don't let the rain drip on you......" Fang Huaijiu reminded.

Li Qinglian was curious: "What is the consequence?"

Fang Huaijiu smiled bitterly: "You don't want to know the consequences......

The rain became heavier and heavier, like a pour, and the blood around the two was already flowing into a river. The blood dripping from the edge of the oil-paper umbrella seemed to turn into a curtain of blood.

Looking up at the sky, it was still pitch black, and I couldn't see anything.

A little bit of blood dripped down the hole in the oil-paper umbrella, and Li Qinglian also dodged it in an orderly manner, letting it drip on Fang Huaijiu's robe.

Now he didn't want to add to the wrong, after all, this knocking realm was so weird......

But at this moment, the two of them suddenly remembered the sound of hurried footsteps, and they were close together one after another.

It was a series of pale figures, almost the same, quickly approaching the two of them......

The figures pressed one end to the other, overwhelming, like zombies rushing towards the two of them, looking at this scene, Fang Huaijiu's face was white and terrifying, as if he had a white face.

I saw that one after another figures, the flesh and blood were blurred, the scars were all over the place, and there were even headless bodies, drooping old people, and there were also countless sharp blades stuck in their bodies, which could be described as extremely miserable!

These people are all Li Qinglian's appearance, looking around, dense and terrifying, even the lights can't reach the end.

The dense body of illusions has almost interpreted all the possible ways of Li Qinglian's death, and the most shocking thing is that none of them are alive, all of them are seriously injured corpses!

Looking at this scene, Fang Huaijiu's scalp was numb, and he muttered: "Brother, it's a miracle that you can survive until now......

He couldn't be clearer about what this scene represented, which meant that Li Qinglian couldn't have made the slightest mistake in every decision she made along the way, once she made a mistake, the illusion would be real, and Li Qinglian would hang up

So to be able to live until now, so many fake corpses, it can be seen how dangerous he is along the way, just like walking a tightrope, one mistake, is a catastrophe!

Li Qinglian looked at this scene expressionlessly, she didn't know what she was thinking in her heart, countless illusion bodies were frantically impacting Li Qinglian's location, and his real existence illusion body had the most fatal attraction!

Once Li Qinglian is swallowed, then they will become real existences......

However, the endless illusionary body was extremely terrified of the light emitted by the bronze lantern, and every time it came close, it was scorched, and let out a terrible scream.

There are too many imaginary bodies that can rush in, and the flickering flames in the bronze lantern are flickering and extinguishing, as if they will be extinguished at any time.

Frightened, Fang Huaijiu hurriedly took out the lamp oil and added oil to it, although his face was painful, but it could only be like this, if he knew that Li Qinglian had so many illusions, he would not take him down this road......

"Why is it all mine?, why can't I see you?" Li Qinglian frowned.

Fang Huaijiu shook his head, his mood seemed to be a little low, and said: "There is only one possibility for me, so there is no illusion of me in the Knock One Realm......"

Li Qinglian's eyes flashed with a hint of understanding, and then she smiled: "Don't you think that life that already knows the outcome is boring? The future is wonderful because of the unknown......

He has experienced countless dangers, so he has conjured up countless imaginary bodies, and there will be more in the future, and it is because of this that his blood will boil, and such a life can be regarded as no regrets.

Fang Huaijiu gritted his teeth and said: "So I want to change my life, this ruin Tianding is my opportunity!"

Li Qinglian still shook her head and said: "You still don't understand, life is in your own hands from beginning to end, life and death are all on your own will, this is not something that can be changed by a ruin Tianding, or I will say that you are cultivating your life, and you can see the direction of fate all day long, but you can't break the essence of fate!"

Fang Huaijiu was stunned and said, "How do you know that I am cultivating life?

Li Qinglian rolled her eyes and said, "Except for the path of life cultivation, I don't know who else can touch the path of life!"

That is the existence of immortals who are helpless, the Mandate of Heaven is also fate, the Mandate of Heaven is so powerful, covering the three thousand realms, no one can escape its shackles, even if Fang Huaijiu cultivates his fate, he is still under the Mandate of Heaven, his fate has long been doomed, and all Fang Huaijiu can see is only one result......

That's why he wants to change his life, that's why he is so persistent in Xutianding.

In this world, there is not only one way to cultivate the path, but also to cultivate life, soul, spirit, and body...... There are too many, but this is just a subdivision, after all, it is still a part of the avenue, the avenue is vast, and there is tolerance! Everything is the way.

However, at this moment, Fang Huaijiu's eyes suddenly straightened, staring at the front, his body was like a wooden pestle in place, opening his mouth and opening and closing, but he couldn't say a word, obviously he was not lightly frightened.

"Dao...... Brother Dao, look!"

Fang Huaijiu's words attracted Li Qinglian's attention, and he looked in the direction of his finger, and for a while, his hairs stood on end, and his pupils shrank sharply.

I saw that in the endless black and white world in front of him, a man in a white robe walked with his hands in his hands, which was Li Qinglian's appearance, but there was a domineering royal aura on his body, and a terrifying and domineering aura swirled around his body, as if he could collapse the three thousand realms.

The breath was too domineering and blazing, and even stopped the blood rain in the sky, turning into crystal blood beads and standing in the air, but the left eyebrow was a broken eyebrow, like a scar, an indelible scar......

He walked slowly towards Li Qinglian, his eyes never leaving him.