Chapter 5: The Realm of Life and Death

Wang Cheng woke up slowly, his whole body was a little sore, standing up, Wang Cheng looked around, this glance made him breathe fast, and his expression was full of excitement. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"This is not the Desolation Realm!"

Wang Cheng was surrounded by a forest, and in the sky, a scorching sun shone on the earth, and a breeze with the smell of grass and trees blew, swaying Wang Cheng's tattered clothes.

At this moment, Wang Cheng really wanted to roar loudly, with a big laugh on the corner of his mouth, no matter how dazzling the sun was, he stared straight at the sun for a while, and did not stop until there were a lot of tears.

It has been ten years, Wang Cheng has seen the sun again, the scenery that used to be only in dreams, but now Wang Cheng has seen it all, and the boundless desolation has disappeared.

After the excitement, Wang Cheng gradually calmed down, he remembered that he was knocked unconscious by the red-robed woman, could it be that she brought him out of the barren realm?

Suddenly, Wang Cheng became a little unsure, he felt that the red-robed woman would not be able to take him away from the barren realm, even if he did, he should be able to see the red-robed woman, but at this moment, there was no one in this forest except himself.

The tattered dagger was still on Wang Cheng's body, and with the dagger in his hand, Wang Cheng began to look around, and he wanted to see some clues from this forest.

He walked in the direction of the sun, and the red-robed woman might be nearby, so Wang Cheng was extremely cautious, and the memories that belonged to the monk in his mind told him that things were definitely not that simple.

After walking for half an hour, Wang Cheng was still in the woods, his whole body was dripping with sweat, and his throat was as dry as a furnace.

At this moment, although Wang Cheng has the memory and perseverance of a monk, he is still a mortal, and under the scorching sun, there is not a single drop of water in the entire forest.

Wang Cheng's breathing was very short, his face was flushed, his sweat was gradually dried, his lips were cracked, and his vision was already a little blurred.

He found a place with shade and sat down, and it was only now that Wang Cheng found that there was no noise in this huge forest, except for the rustle of leaves blown by the wind, there was not even a single insect chirping.

"What the hell is this place......

Wang Cheng struggled to keep himself awake, and under the scorching sun, he was already a little delirious.

At this moment, in other places in the forest where Wang Cheng was, there were nine people who were also facing the scorching sun, each of them was far away from each other, and three of them were already dying.

This is the realm of life and death, and it is a name that many monks have heard of, and the realm of life and color of the Linghuang Sect is extremely prestigious in this realm of cultivation.

This is a place to punish monks, and it is also a place to hold monks, and it has existed for an unknown number of years, but some people call it the place of initiation. It's a dangerous place, but it's also full of opportunities.

In a golden tower, an old man in a golden robe with a non-angry and arrogant face sat on a jade stone, his aura was weak, as if he would die at any time.

In front of the old man was a disk, a black disc with many white points of light, either dim or bright.

"Ninety Slaves of the Desolation...... Now it's only Zhao Wu's. ”

The golden-robed old man muttered to himself, and the faint breath suddenly became stronger, this was an earth-shattering aura, very strong, and very long, the old man's expression was vicissitudes, and he raised his right hand.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't moved for too long, and when he raised his right hand, he made a "gurgling" sound, which was the sound of bones rubbing, and the whole space was a little eerie.

"On the last day, if the deadline is passed, Zhao Wu's qualification to participate in the life and death trial will be cancelled. “

The old man's words came out of the tower indifferently, and then turned into an invisible silk thread, which reached the ears of the red-robed man in a barren realm.

Almost instantly, the red-robed man's body shook, his eyes were a little red, the qualification for the life and death trial was too important to him...... That was the only chance to get out of the Wasteland......

Zhao Wu was very anxious in his heart at the moment, he had prepared seven people before, these seven people all had spiritual intelligence, there was originally a desolate slave named Wang Cheng who showed an extremely strong will, but unfortunately his sanity had been completely lost, and he could not become a spiritual desolate slave.

"Now there are only three people left, and one day is ...... I'm going to give it a try!"

The selection of the Spiritual Desolation Slave is a matter once every three years, Zhao Wu doesn't know what the role of these Spiritual Desolation Slaves with divine sense goes to the life and death realm, but he only knows that as long as ten people are selected, they can participate in the life and death trial.

The desolate slaves in the desolate realm are all mortals, once the memory and sanity are erased, it is not easy to return to normal, this day Zhao Wu is desperately releasing cultivation, as long as the desolate slave with a little stronger willpower, he will catch it and give it the spiritual liquid to see if he can restore his sanity.

......

In the realm of life and death, in that endless forest, Wang Cheng was already weakened to a deep extent, he had to drink water, otherwise he would be sunburned alive.

The shadow of the tree did not help him to shield him from the scorching sun, and the warm wind became a disgusting presence at the moment.

Wang Cheng discovered a secret, except for the endless woods at a glance, there was not a single bird or even a single insect in this forest, all the leaves were intact, and there were no traces of being bitten by insects.

"This place should still be in that space spirit treasure. ”

Wang Cheng glanced at the scorching sun and the shadows of the trees that had always remained in one position, and came up with an answer in his heart, this was not the real world, or was it in which space spirit treasure.

"If this goes on... No way. ”

Wang Cheng's lips were chapped and pale, and he closed his eyes, not because he was tired, but because his eyes were too dry, so he didn't want to open them.

At this moment, Wang Cheng gradually fell into a desperate situation, if it continued like this, at most half an hour, Wang Cheng would die because of lack of water, he had already felt the stagnation of his own blood, as if the blood in his body was about to dry up.

"No!"

Wang Cheng's hoarse voice let out an unwilling roar, he finally saw hope, how could he die here, he was unwilling!

Practice!

Wang Cheng's expression changed suddenly, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart, as long as he could draw qi into his body here, then he could get out of the desperate situation at this moment, but is there aura here?

Wang Cheng can't be allowed to think too much, he is about to be unable to bear the torment of the scorching sun at the moment, he plans to make a desperate bet, if he succeeds, he will live, and if he fails, he will die!

Memories came flooding back to his mind, and he sat up slightly and began his meditation in the middle of this realm of life and death.

A quarter of an hour had passed, and Wang Cheng's skin had begun to dry out, but he still didn't feel the slightest aura.

His countenance had begun to dry up, and a faint air of death had already emanated from his body.

At this moment, in the golden tower, in the black disc in front of the golden-robed old man, a white point of light began to dim.

Not only this one point of light has dimmed, most of the points of light have begun to dim, and some of them have even gone out.

With the dimming and extinguishing of these points of light, in the realm of life and death in which Wang Cheng lived, many people died, and they were baked to death by the scorching sun that seemed to be eternal and unchanging, and every time a person died, it represented the extinguishment of a point of light.

On the black disk, there was a point of light that gradually began to go out, and this point of light clearly represented Wang Cheng, who was on the verge of death at this moment.

Another quarter of an hour passed, Wang Cheng had reached the point where the oil had run out, and his mind was no longer clear, but a glimmer of hope for life in his heart made him still unconsciously vomit.

Wang Chengcheng is going to die, there is no aura in this realm of life and death, and the point of light he represents, looking at the black disc before, is almost extinguished at this moment.

Just when Wang Cheng's vitality was about to be cut off, a sigh came out from the end of the world of life and death, and this sigh contained too many vicissitudes and antiquity.

It seems that hearing this sigh, the flame of life that Wang Cheng was about to extinguish was miraculously not extinguished at this moment.

"Life and death day and night, all things are like dogs, cultivating the way of the sea, spreading the meaning of heaven......"

The next moment, the ancient voice spread, in the realm of life and death, this voice could only be heard by those cultivators who had already entered the Dao, and with the appearance of this voice, all the monks showed ecstasy in their eyes almost instantly.

At this moment, in the golden tower, the golden-robed old man suddenly opened his eyes, a glimmer of essence flashed in his old eyes, and a smile rose on his withered face.

"Dao Xuan, the old man has finally waited for this day!"

The golden-robed old man seemed to be a little excited, but then he suddenly returned to normal.

"That's not right...... Three hundred years, now only three Jiazi ......"

The golden-robed old man muttered to himself, he slapped it from his waist, and a white disc suddenly floated out, and as soon as this disc came out, it exuded a fairy aura, and the entire tower became ethereal at this moment.

The golden-robed old man's right hand was raised, he put his hand on the white disc, and then closed his eyes, and golden spiritual light continued to pour into the white disc.

It wasn't until after a cup of tea that the golden-robed old man opened his eyes a little tiredly, his expression changed slightly, and then he sneered.

"A doppelganger, the old man wants to see how you escape from the old man's palm. ”

......

Wang Cheng heard the sigh and the ancient vicissitudes of life, he was awake, but he was suffering unimaginable scorching pain at the moment.

The dry throat could not make the slightest sound, and the dry eyes could no longer be opened.

"Spread the meaning of heaven and earth, and grant the aura of heaven and earth in this realm ......"

"Spread the meaning of heaven and enlighten the rules of heaven in this realm......"

"Spread the meaning of heaven and give the sun and moon the ...... change in this world"

That ancient voice had been echoing in Wang Cheng's ears, and at the moment when these three words fell, in this realm of life and death, the aura of heaven and earth suddenly emerged......

Not only that, but the scorching sun, which had been eternal in the sky, began to move, and in a few breaths, the scorching sun became dusk, and a bright moon gradually rose from the sky......