"If there is one more next to this throne of bones, it will be perfect. Jimo murmured softly.

He walked along the thorny road, stepped on countless potholes, crossed the mud, crossed the desert, Tsing Yi had become wisps, he was scarred by the thorns, those terrible injuries, even the vitality of the Dao Yun could not be recovered.

There were countless dead corpses lying on the ground, there were demon cultivators, there were also Terran monks, he saw the dead Murong Qianqi, he died like a miserable death, and he was almost smashed into a piece of flesh.

He saw the dead Worm, only a pile of ashes remained, and the drifting black mist, and the head of the snake annoyed by the cold light, still telling the bloodthirsty fierce light.

After walking a few more steps, Jimo saw the illusory monks who had been killed by him just now, all of them were miserable, and some even had only a cloud of blood mist left.

Later, the corpse became blurred, accumulating countless rotten bones, he didn't know these dead monks, it should happen in the future, it was the deduction left by Yi Zhixuan in the Qilin Palace, the traces of the Great Dao.

Jimo stepped on thorns, and even his feet were pierced, and long bone spurs pierced out of Jimo's feet, and the white bones were too sharp for Jimo's body to resist.

The road of thorns changes, at the beginning it was a wooden thorn, and finally it was a thorn paved with white bones, white bones, and the strange thing is that Jimo actually thought of white snow, but this white bone is many times whiter than white snow, and there is even a strange beauty.

This is like the curtain call of Zhu Yan after the flowering, and after the prosperity, covering up the decay of death.

Jimo's blood fell on these white bones, revealing a little bit of red, like bright red flowers thorned on the white cloth, budding and about to bloom.

After walking for a long time, among the white bones, white flowers really bloomed, those flowers were vibrant, grinning at Jimo, and when Jimo's blood fell on the petals of the white bone flower, the petals became more delicate and more attractive.

Stepping on the white bones, the body was pierced by countless white bone thorns, and thousands of injuries that could be seen deep in the bones, which made Jimo become numb.

His blood flowed inexhaustibly, and it was sprinkled along the road from the beginning, and it was still being sprinkled later. The expression on Jimo's face slowly froze, and he lost too much emotion, more numbness.

There are stunning wonderful people who come out of the thorns, they dance in front of Jimo's eyes, their dresses are light, their bodies are fragrant, and they are beautiful and delicious. Surrounded by pink and tall and delicate accords, in which sat countless young women, either scratching their heads, smiling lightly, or cold and unforgiving.

Jimo smiled slightly, walked through those lovely people, only to find that it was a pile of rotten bones, and the pavilion was gone, but the white bone thorns were sharper, not only piercing his flesh, but even leaving deep marks on his bones.

"So that's my path, but it's really going to be so ruthless. ”

Halfway through the journey, Jimo stopped suddenly, and he suddenly woke up and realized that he was so lonely at the end. The blood was still dripping, Jimo looked back at the road he had walked, and found that it was a cloud of mist, hazy and confused, "This is the passing clouds." ”

Jimo was confused for a moment, and walked forward again, if he didn't go to the end, how could he know what would happen on this road.

This time he saw Lao Mo, Lao Mo was still smiling at him at first, but the last smile turned into bitterness, and in the end only helplessness remained, Lao Mo turned away gloomily.

"How so?"

Then he saw Yan Ran, saw the mutilated half-complete, Si Yao, and even Feng Gongzi, killing without a trace, and so on.

Jimo walked through a road paved with white bones, and at this time, he saw countless people he didn't know, he couldn't understand what they were doing, and after a moment's pause, he set off again.

The road of white bones is still continuing, at the end of the road, in the endless distance, behind the white bones and thorns of the forest, there is a huge throne, the throne swallows mountains and rivers, and the powerful coercion seems to make the heavens and the earth tremble, so that the mountains and rivers are reversed, and the stars change color.

The back of the throne is a monument made of white bones, and the monument is engraved with countless small characters, recording endless names and surnames.

Jimo's feet were pierced continuously, white bones poked out of the instep, blood stained the path he had walked, a thorny jungle red, and the snow-white bones on the ground.

After walking for a long time, Jimo became old, wrinkles appeared on his forehead, and his sideburns were a little white. Legend has it that even gods and demons will grow old, and even the powerful existence of the Emperor Immortal will decay. Jimo has finally come to this point.

This is Yi Zhixuan's deduction, and it is also a step that every living creature must take, even if he achieves the emperor and is known as the free immortal, he cannot escape old age and leave death.

This road is the road that Yi Zhixuan deduces for Jimo, Jimo creates the starting point, and Yi Zhixuan deduces the process for him and displays the results.

At this moment, Jimo suddenly woke up to the fact that his own path would definitely be walked out by himself, and that the road of the king was also the road of the dead, which should be stepped out by himself, not by others.

The old Jimo pulled his legs and galloped, he rushed to the throne of white bones, and after all kinds of dangers, he finally reached the throne.

Ascending the steps of achieving hegemony, Jimo pulled out the Halberd of Inquiry, and he smashed the crown on the throne, shattered the throne of bones, and turned the monument into powder.

Finally came to the end, Jimo looked back, and in addition to the sea of corpses and blood, it seemed that there was something missing. He thought again, Yi Zhixuan created such a road, really just to tell him how to go in the future? In addition to these, the deeper meaning is vigilance.

This road is only a road created from the beginning, and the process is not written by Jimo. But if he doesn't bother to compose, this road is destined to form a lonely road according to Yi Zhixuan's deduction.

It is not necessary to be lonely to reach the top, but it is even more difficult to reach the summit alone.

Jimo realized that his true path was not the road that Yi Zhixuan deduced for him, but the road of rebirth that reined in the precipice and evolved at the fork in the road.

This road is destined not to be lonely, nor can it be lonely, a sage once said, heaven and earth are only human and supreme, this is a proverb, paved by countless examples.

Jimo needs to be strong, but he can't abandon everything, he must have relatives, friends, watch the clouds and smoke after success, look back on the past, and have someone to talk to.

The path of death slowly faded into a hazy blur, the smashed Throne of Bone beneath his feet vanished, and the blood-stained thorns disappeared.

Jimo was still scarred, but his aging did not continue, but instantly regained his youth and became a teenager again. The Vitality Dao Yun worked spontaneously, repairing the injuries on his body.

Obviously, on that road paved with white bones, everything that has been experienced, true and false, are mixed with each other, some true and some false.

Jimo stepped forward again, only to see a palace in front of him, cast of coral, the palace was sixty-four zhang high, towering on the bottom of the sea, a different kind of shock......

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