On the top of the pagoda, the sword master stood and lowered his eyebrows.

He is not as young as rumored, his face is calm and compassionate, his white eyebrows are like frost, his white hair is like a waterfall, he is like ink in the air like a galaxy, his posture is extremely straight, hanging like a sword, he is introverted, but he has a demonic nature that is difficult to move his eyes from.

Yi Xiao looked at the figure of the Sword Master.

After the faint sound of "entering the pagoda", the people who stepped on the island involuntarily approached the pagoda and wanted to see it.

Yi Xiao didn't move, he quietly raised his head and looked at the white-haired sword master's figure.

The Sword Lord also looked at Yi Xiao.

Yi Xiao really saw the facial features of the sword master clearly, half of his face was covered by white hair, and the exposed half of his face was neither sad nor joyful, solemn and sacred.

The Sword Master's lips twitched slightly.

The second sound of entering the tower burst out from his lips, but it was like Huang Zhong Da Lu, slowly spreading.

"Enter the tower. ”

This sound into the tower, with a strong fighting spirit, aroused the blood in the bones, the third round of the cocktail party from the walk to run, eager to immediately enter the tower in the chess road for the final battle.

Yi Xiao suddenly started to run, stepped on it in one step, his qi and blood surged, roaring like the sea, and the whole person shot out as if he had missed a bow!

The black-clothed figure jumped up suddenly, trying to see the Sword Master clearly.

A little closer.

Suddenly, bells and drums rang in unison—

The Sword Master chuckled, and his figure shook slightly.

Suddenly it vanished.

The black-clothed young man who shot out stopped his figure in the air, and fell to the ground with a thousand pounds in the eyes of everyone.

The stupa slowly opened the door.

In the crowd of people, a black figure shot down like an arrow.

In the midst of all the attention, there was a splash of smoke and dust.

The gate of the pagoda opened, and the figure of the black-clothed young man stopped in front of everyone.

Thoughtfully, he raised his eyes and glanced at the stupa.

The stupa in front of me is magnificent and atmospheric, ancient but solemn and sacred.

The contestants who held the third round of tokens of the cocktail party all bowed solemnly in front of the pagoda, worshipped seriously, and thought twice before stepping into the pagoda.

Yi Xiao didn't speak, let alone salute.

His face was a little pale, and the uneasy emotion in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he finally chose to enter the pagoda.

When the 39 finalists entered the stupa, the gate slowly closed.

The inside of the stupa was extremely ethereal, and there was silence in my ears.

Suddenly, an understated voice rang out.

"Those who climb to the top of the stupa will be the leader of the drinking party. ”

At this point, there is no more sentence.

There is no trace of incense in the first layer of the pagoda, the four walls are carved empty, there are countless Buddhist collections inside, and the dome is carved with an extremely magnificent mural.

There is a Buddha smiling, the Bodhisattva cross-legged, and Vajra looking angry.

It is really a majestic Buddhist holy place, why did you choose this place as the place for the final battle of the drinking party?

The four chess masters raised their heads slightly, their eyes made contact with the mural, their pupils contracted slightly, a smile appeared on their faces, and then their mood turned into a calm.

Even if he is as belligerent as Gongzi Xiaotao, when he looks up at the magnificent mural on the dome, his face is slowly softened, and his heart becomes extremely peaceful, as if more than ten years of chess scale battles have become clouds of the past, and now even if the victory or defeat is decided, it is nothing.

"Buddha Gate Holy Land?"

Yi Xiao looked at the dome, and his heart actually calmed down slowly, and the uneasiness caused by nervousness was swept away at this moment, and even the dragon and snake were unexpectedly quiet.

The dome mural is delicate and vivid.

Just by taking a look, even the divine soul can't help but immerse itself in it.

At first glance, I only felt that the Buddha and Bodhisattva were slowly smiling at themselves, and if I pondered carefully, I would see that the Buddha was originally a finger seal, and the pure bottle in the Bodhisattva's hand turned into raindrops.

What a piece of bliss, no grudges.

Look at it again, there are 3,000 worlds and millions of sentient beings in Bodhi.

Where does bliss come from?

Love, hatred, hatred, and infatuation, all kinds of thoughts, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, are like clouds in the sky that once broke away, and countless raindrops poured out of the Bodhisattva's pure bottle.

The eyebrows are like crying, the lips are pursed like resentment, the eye waves are flowing for love, and the facial features are sad for hate.

All kinds of emotions can't help but come to mind.

Sentient beings no longer have smiles on their faces.

Then something very strange and terrifying came to mind in Elysium.

The big Buddha is stamped with flowers, and the corners of his mouth bloom slightly, not a smile, but a sad crying face!

The Bodhisattva's net bottle is poured down, and what slowly flows out of the bottle mouth is not Ganlin, but a drop of demonic red blood!

The Buddha's eyes were hollow, turning into a black hole that devoured people, and the corners of the Bodhisattva's mouth were scarlet and shocking.

Sentient beings smile with joy, then their smiling faces turn into crying faces, they look up to the sky and howl miserably, their skin and flesh fade away, and they turn into white bones;

What used to be bliss in the world has now turned into a hell.

The whole world became mad and terrifying.

All sentient beings sink in the sea of blood, and they cannot be transcended, but they will be dragged into hell;

Yi Xiao's face was extremely pale, his soul was already uncontrollable, and in the midst of countless wailing sounds, the Buddha in the mural stretched out a bone-like Buddha hand, as if he wanted to pull himself into the painting and spend bliss together.

Qinglian was shocked.

A round of big sun floated out of Yi Xiao's head, guarding the spiritual platform a little clear.

The sacred thought in his heart vanished, and the mural shook suddenly, and the bony hand seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and it was withdrawn into the painting with a miserable howl.

Yi Xiao was frightened, bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, and then quickly stretched out a hand to cover her eyes tightly.

The scene of hell was instantly blocked out of sight by the palm of his hand.

There was darkness in his eyes, and there was no vanity, and the immeasurable echo in his ears gradually dissipated.

Yi Xiao slowly lowered her head, unwilling to open her eyes for a long time.

His face was pale, the corners of his mouth were dripping with the bite of his tongue, and his mind was in turmoil, thinking of the figure of the sword master he had seen when he had jumped to the highest point.

The figure's white hair was blown by the wind, revealing a whole face.

Half laughter, half compassion.

Half bliss, half hell.

The red silk swims on the merciful palm of the chest and the five fingers are like hooks.

Just a close look at it is like falling into hell.

That's what hell looks like.

Yi Xiao was reluctant to open her eyes.

If everything you see, it is a human tragedy, like being in an endless hell, who wants to open their eyes again?

His face turned pale, and something suddenly occurred to him, and he finally understood where his absurd uneasiness came from.

The Great Dan Saint had told himself about the Ghost Gate.

And when I stepped on the island in the middle of the lake, a trace of palpitations appeared in my heart.

I have never heard of a pagoda on the island in the middle of Shenjian Lake.

This stupa doesn't appear here for no reason.

Where does this stupa connect the world?

"Ghost Gate ......"

"Ghost Gate!"

The Great Terror.

After a long time, Yi Xiao's heartbeat slowly calmed down, and then he opened his eyes with palpitations.

That mural is too eerie to look at again.

He looked around, and everyone looked up, smiling, and staring at the dome.

Yi Xiao's face turned pale.

He watched as people woke up from the mural one after another, with a sad smile on their faces and a clear heart.

What do they see?

Yi Xiao's voice was hoarse, and she asked the person next to her who opened her eyes.

"What do you see?"

This person smiled suddenly, his voice was steady but difficult to suppress joy, and said: "All living beings have no sorrow, and the three thousand worlds are all blissful." ”

Yi Xiao pursed her lips tightly, Gongzi Xiaotao and Tang Muran, as well as the four major chess masters and others, did not open their eyes.

One by one, he asked the awakened people around him what they saw in the murals.

Nothing can be seen.

All of them smiled.

Yi Xiao couldn't help but stretch out a hand and slowly caress her dry and painful eyes.

There was an unprecedented blue light, and it was unwilling to dissipate for a long time.

The blessed eye power of the lotus phase can see through all the vanity and penetrate the essence.

Everyone looked up, and they were all peaceful and blissful.

But what he saw was a miserable world, a hell.

At this moment, a voice came.

"Unfortunately, I didn't see bliss. The man laughed a little self-deprecatingly and said, "Is it because my qualifications are too low, or because my eyesight is not good?" ”

Everyone's eyes subconsciously paused on this really ordinary person, and then the young man named Jiang Qingyi turned a little pale and spoke calmly.

"I saw hell. ”

All beings see bliss, and I hear that it is hell.