His mind gradually became confused, Gu Xiaosheng had long forgotten that he was in the sea of heart veins, his mind shook but he was unusually calm and sat upright on the lotus, drifting among the white flowers like the sea, suddenly his heart moved, and the whole person's body slowly drifted away from the petals, and quickly flew towards the high altitude of the sea. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Flying to a very high place, he looked down and saw that the lotus flowers that had flooded the green sea had long since disappeared, and he could faintly see a layer of red planes in the depths of the sea, extending in all directions.

I don't know how long later, the ocean suddenly broke the calm and became boiling, and the red plane suddenly rose, breaking through the protection of the jade-colored seawater, and condensed towards a certain place in the sky at a very fast speed.

He finally saw the red—a thick, crimson slurry of water, scarlet and boundless, like blood about to curdle.

But it's more bewitching than blood, and it's purer than blood.

As the slurry slowly rose and condensed, a piece of red spread from the other side of the heaven and earth line, nothing special, just absolute red, just like the lotus flowers he saw at the beginning of the heart sea derivation, without any variegation, like blood flowing in human veins.

In the end, the boundless color of blood condensed into a star, which was steadily suspended in the sky above the sea of hearts, acting as the responsibility of the supreme sun to exude a hazy brilliance. But I don't know why the temperature of the stars is extremely low, the light is also very dim, and the sky and the earth are dim, like a snake in the barbarian realm Daze opening its fangs to devour people.

The star moved, the light poured down like a waterfall, and a trace of fear in the deepest part of life slowly and unstoppably occupied Gu Xiaosheng's body, and the blood color on his facial features suddenly drooped down, shining on his consciousness, making a sneering sound, as if he wanted to melt him into everything here, and the pain followed, like a long-term sickness, plundering his body to dry up and die.

A faint but very bright light appeared, so Gu Xiaosheng was so frightened that he felt a tearing pain in his chest.

He woke up in pain, his pupils were full of horror, he tore off the big red robe, and groped nervously with both hands on his chest, only touching the slippery sweat of one hand, and did not touch the heart that was broken by the red star falling into his heart, and he couldn't help patting his chest in fear, and his rapid breathing took a long time before it became smooth again.

As for the strange scene that brought him great fear, he knew that it was the sea of his heart that was constantly deriving, and then he shrunk the true star to countless times before he simulated it, far away from the real star in the night sky, absorbing the vitality and filling the dust.

Gu Xiaosheng tidied up his clothes, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his face slowly rose with joy, since his heart was opened up, the next thing was to knock on the door, and at this time he once again showed a temperament or ideas that were very different from ordinary people. Without hesitation, he resisted the temptation to wash away the dust, got up and pushed open the door of the quiet room, and walked towards the library.

He needs to read the notes and books left by his predecessors again, and then summarize the best way according to his new insights, so that he can rest assured to induce vitality to wash the dust.

It was at this moment that he smelled a scent.

The aroma is faint, but when it enters the nose, it suddenly amplifies and becomes extremely clear, as if it were a fine wine. Then his consciousness gradually became intoxicated with it, and he couldn't extricate himself.

Faintly, he saw a dark shadow flash.

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The light from the warm oil lamp is sometimes refracted and sometimes becomes invisible.

Several soul locks fluttered low in the narrow stone passage like spirit snakes, those dark rings touched the tiniest dust floating in the air, and were contaminated with a powerful aura that was either cold or fiery, and the ghost light suddenly became more intense, sealing the long stone path to impenetrable wind.

The wind was raging, and the thunder was boiling.

The figure is not very strong, and it looks much weaker in front of the burly man's two tree-like arms, but his palm falls, and there is a mountain hidden in it, which is as heavy as an abyss, directly pressing on the burly body of the big man, as if the palm of his hand will easily crush the other party into a puddle of flesh and blood powder in the next moment.

The big man shouted violently, and his fan-like palm slammed from the bottom up, and the earthy yellow light around his body flowed like clear water between his arms, sending him a steady stream of energy.

There were stones falling among the earth.

The plain palm pressed silently on the big man's chest.

The sneering energy erupted from the palm of his hand and the big man's chest, and with a muffled click, the light no longer flowed, and quietly dispersed like a broken mirror, and the big man broke his chest like a stone, and suddenly stepped down.

The wind and thunder are quiet, and the elephants are stopped.

The figure shrank slightly, and the corners of the robe were disturbed by the night, and there was no sound like sand passing through the gap, and he instantly retreated to stand down in front of his colleagues.

Advance and retreat tend to turn around, but in an instant.

The big man's body kept shaking, and the movements of the rest of his body became extremely slow and hard, his facial features and seven orifices began to drip blood, and his jaw shook incessantly, looking extremely painful. He looked down at the dimple on his chest, let out a sigh of despair, and suddenly a purple and blue color suddenly appeared on his face, which became more and more intense, until it covered his entire face.

Death is in the run.

The sword qi gradually subsided, sounding like a wind and rain, mixed with the sound of the sleeve robe drumming.

In the man's eyes, a trace of pain appeared, and then it was occupied by incredible emotions.

Blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

The figure retreated sharply as if it had been covered by thousands of waters.

The light was scattered in the stone passage, and it became brighter.

His appearance at this time has nothing to do with the word Pian, countless tiny blood beads seeped out from the pores on his face and hands, turning him into a bloody man with a terrifying face, some parts of the night suit have been infiltrated with blood, and it seems that the body covered by the black clothes is like the skin exposed outside, and it is also covered with those tiny blood beads.

The man raised his sleeve and wiped the blood and sweat on his eyebrows, looked at the beard under the oil lamp, and said after a long silence: "It seems that I underestimated the hidden power of your Heavenly Hell Division, in this dark and narrow stone passage...... There are actually several great cultivators, if this news spreads, I don't know what those old elders in the Ying Heavenly God Capital will think?

The beard slightly straightened up his big red robe, and said seriously: "How much does the power of my Heavenly Hell Division matter to you? Since you have seen things that you shouldn't see, there is no need for them to exist. ”

Hearing this expected answer, the man clenched the long knife in his hand tightly, but his eyes subconsciously looked at the deep long road behind him, as if waiting for something.

There is a shadow that passes by negligently.

The man turned around and smiled slightly, and the smile that appeared on his face full of tiny beads of blood was particularly bleak.

"But...... As if you can't do anything to me! Your new Qintian Warden seems to have fallen into our hands. ”

With that, he released his left palm.

A cloud-breaking orb fell to the ground.

The soul lock danced wildly as if it had suddenly lost its purpose.

The smoke cleared.

There was no trace of those people in place, and no trace was left.

With a sudden wave of his bearded sleeve robe, he dispersed the smoke, stared coldly at the nothingless air, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, without the slightest frustration, and after a moment of silence, he said:

"Fish, finally hooked. ”