Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Word in the Palm of Your Hand.

Countless passages around are gathered in this cave, holding the Yuan Crystal to meditate and recover, the surrounding passages are like a labyrinth, and then break into the chaos may eventually return here, the bottom of the dry blood lake shows some mysterious runes and images, carefully identify and watch, I was stunned, those paintings are shocking, boats traveling through the starry sky, the Dapeng flying under a starry sky, the giants walking in the starry sky, the burning galaxy, the frozen galaxy- The largest one is a starry sky with blood red, the boat is broken, the Roc folds its wings, the giant's head is broken, and in the middle is a thin figure of Mohu, holding a bead-like treasure in his hand, peerless independence, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, and the evil smile imprinted in the depths of his soul is a strange god!

These intermittent pictures, I guess, the starry sky chase 10,000 years ago is by no means as simple as the surface, hiding an unimaginable secret, this must be related to that incident, the dark cave is, this is here, then there will be other places in Aracea, a barren planet, because of that incident became wonderful.

Because of the reason that the blood water dried up, the runes at the bottom of the lake began to flash a faint spiritual light, and gradually connected into a line, the bottom of the lake was like a door slowly opened to both sides, the cave seemed to be unable to withstand this change, and began to appear violently shaking and collapsing, the ghosts in the passage roared again and again, countless ghosts and ghosts poured in and out of the passage, as frightened and panicked, and there was only one way, I rushed in without hesitation, below is the stone staircase that extends downward, the door is closed behind the back, and the lights are lit up in turn in front of the eyes in full vigilance, such as the underground long street, and if you look closely, it is all white lanterns, such as the lanterns in and out of the ghost market, the light is miserable, eerie and terrifying, and the stone staircase is a layer of blood and waterWalking on it is like stepping in the rain, the footsteps echo in the silent passage, and the divine consciousness is suppressed and released less than a hundred meters. I walked carefully with a kitchen knife in my hand, and after an hour I felt that something was wrong, there was no ghost in this ghost place, and the stone stairs seemed to be unfinished, all the time down, and the surrounding environment did not change at all, how deep is it?

After another hour, I stopped, there were still endless stone stairs below, knocked on the four walls, there was a muffled sound, it was indeed a stone wall, but I knew that this was either an illusion or a trapped formation, if I couldn't break through it, I would be trapped here. I looked around, there was nothing special, no! Yes, the lantern, the Ding knife was swung out and slashed on the lantern, and it was quickly rebounded back, I used my technique to hit it, but the lantern was not damaged except for shaking a few times, and the stronger the attack, the greater the rebound, flying up and observing carefully, it was no different from an ordinary lantern, the small flame like a bean in it was burning, it couldn't be taken down, it couldn't be broken, and the fire couldn't be extinguished.

Standing quietly and thinking, the lantern is used to illuminate the road, I don't let it shine, I walk with the lamp, thinking of this, I took out the bronze lampstand, lit a cluster of blood moon netherworld fire, ripples appeared around the body, the lanterns around were shaking, holding the lamp and continuing to walk, the resistance increased significantly, such as walking in the water slowly, after half an hour there was still no change, it was not enough, even the mountain blood moon sickle divine consciousness hit the fire, the fire exploded, the fire appeared like a blood moon, the lights on both sides suddenly went out, and finally the stone ladder only shone in the firelight, my way, I don't need others to shine.

A moment later, there was a flat road under his feet, a stone door not far away, not close to the bloody and cold breath made me stop suddenly, a ghost statue was carved on each of the two doors, the male ghost on the left had one-horned fangs, his body was as black as black, his eyes were round and roaring, the female ghost on the right was enchanting and abnormal, the white clothes were better than the snow, but the long nails on the hands that exposed the sleeves were green, and the two ghost statues grabbed a big-headed ghost boy in the middle with both hands and pulled them to each side, and the door crack just divided the ghost boy statue into two halves. Okay, I met a ghost, but it doesn't look harmonious, it won't be a divorce and a child, who has nothing to engrave this kind of family scandal on the door, maybe it was the third ghost who stepped in to do it, it's too lacking in morality.

It seems to feel my arrival, the statue appears as if it comes to life, and the sea of knowledge remembers two voices: "Help me, help me!", a voice like a soft word of begging, a straight roar like an order, the laughter of the ghost boy sounded in the sea of knowledge, as if being fought for is very proud and happy, a strange ghost. How to help, can you help? It is difficult for young officials to cut off family affairs, let alone ghost affairs, you had better go to the palace of Hades to fight a lawsuit, taking the legal route is the right way, I am just passing by, I can help you a ghost.

I have also passed on my divine sense, saying that I can't help, to borrow a way, after I pass, you close the door and continue to fight, the male ghost on the left has two black gases in his eyes, and he is angry! The female ghost on the right has blood and tears in the corners of her eyes, and she is sad! The eyes of the ghost boy who were originally smiling suddenly emitted a cold light, as if I was not allowed to care, where to stay cool. Who the wants to take care of your house's, but you have to open the door! If you don't open it, I'll come by myself, the soul of the dementor banner master rushed out, and when he saw the statue on the door, he paused, and turned around and returned to the banner without saying a word, and was tortured by the magic trick to roll in the banner and wail and didn't come out, an instinctive fear, I wanted to fight ghosts, but I didn't think that there would be a coward here, it was too embarrassing. It is better to rely on ghosts than on oneself, the cloud of great compassion and light opens the way in front, and the spell of the past life flashes, and walks towards the gate step by step.

The breath of the statue on the door makes me so hard, so what about behind the door? Behind the door is the future, in front of the door is now, practice is to pass one door after another, it is fortunate to get by, it is fate to not pass, the master of this place must have fallen here in the starry sky war ten thousand years ago, he can come to this point, the past is lucky, the fall is fate, no matter how much luck can not escape the final fate. What is my luck? Coming to this world, is it fortunate or unfortunate? What is my life? I don't know, where is the way that I don't know? Under my feet? That is not my way, the way under my feet is stepped out by others, my way is in the palm of my hand, I will cultivate the way, I will build a road with my hands. There is no Tao, I cultivate by myself!

Great compassion is bright and prosperous, and the mantra of passing away no longer comes out and entangles itself, and the rebirth is in vain! There is no longer a Tibetan person? There is no longer a way to cross the people, and the extreme selfishness can be extremely compassionate, and the extreme of Hinayana can be the Mahayana. Mangshan Wu's Dao Xiaocheng, to achieve the ultimate in the Tao, desperate is the extreme, indomitable is the extreme, there is no way to put it is even more extreme, I only have that door in my eyes, I have only one thought: I want to go over! A punch blasted out, no spiritual power, no magic skills, not even thought of the power of the body, only will!

Like a mortal's punch on the door, the force of the rebound caused most of the body to explode into flesh and blood, and the door was silent for a while, and it shattered inch by inch and fell down.