The reason why the Five Elements shocked Ruosi was because no one had ever had the power to change at the beginning of the Phantom Tribulation.

If you don't have enlightenment, how can you have the power to change?

The more you reach the cultivation of the Five Elements, the deeper your understanding of the power of heaven and earth, the more you understand that there is a wisp of the will of heaven and earth in the mysteries of this illusory calamity.

He is no longer the young man who has a warm heart in his heart, looks up at the sky, and a contemptuous smile appears on the corner of his mouth, and he doesn't care about this so-called God and the Master, the higher his cultivation, the more vast and mysterious the heaven and earth are in his heart.

Although he would flash out at a certain moment, he also recalled the pride of fearless heaven and earth back then, which made his heart burn.

The deepest heat in his heart is the original intention that he lost in a corner and was covered with dust.

But this original intention, in the face of the Heavenly Dao, which he couldn't see or touch, but was so powerful that even if he looked up, he found that he didn't even have the qualifications to look up, and he could only be like a humble speck of dust, blown away in the wind.

He has a deep awe for this world.

The power of the five elements is extremely powerful, as a son of the five elements, he knows better than anyone else, but he knows better that the power of the five elements is only a part of the power of heaven and earth, and the power of heaven and earth is only a small part of the way of heaven.

And this illusory calamity, coming from the underworld, represents the way of heaven, directly into people's minds, this invisible and phaseless power, no one can resist, the only thing to do is to find the only way out left by the way of heaven under the way of heaven, that is to understand how to merge with heaven and earth, borrow the power of heaven and earth.

Once you are enlightened, you can obtain an extremely powerful power of heaven and earth, far beyond the infant transformation realm, this is the realm of multiplication!

If you can't understand it, you can only be trapped by that phantom calamity, and stay in that dream for the rest of your life, until the end of your life, your soul will be destroyed, and the truth and illusion will be annihilated at the same time.

This is the phantom calamity in the heart of the five elements.

His heart was frightened, because of the subversion of his mind, the phantom tribulation that contained the will of the Heavenly Dao was forcibly fused by a person with his own thoughts...... Torsion!

The thought that was gradually precipitated in his heart by him, gradually as firm as a rock, and the inviolable thought of the Heavenly Dao, at this moment, was split open by the scene in front of him.

He looked at Han Shi, his eyes were complicated, he saw in this person's body, he saw what he didn't have, if he said before, it was an unsure gamble, the reason why he gambled was because he believed in the vision of Elder Taishang, but also believed in his own vision, this Han Shi's talent and cultivation did have a certain possibility, which could affect the victory or defeat between the Five Elements Sect and the Northern Xuanzong.

However, this is only a matter of cultivation.

When Wuxingzi saw the scene of the phantom tribulation, the hesitation he suppressed in his heart disappeared in an instant, and what he saw was Han Shi's heart, and it was the confrontation between Han Shi and Heavenly Dao.

Just at the beginning, Han Shi suppressed the Heavenly Dao, which made the Five Elements see infinite possibilities in Han Shi.

Wuxingzi suddenly felt afraid for a while, and at the same time felt admiration for the vision of his uncle and ancestor, how could he be a mortal person who could be called a young master, fortunately he was not preempted by Northern Xuanzong.

Han Shi stood on the edge of the bridge, looking at the bottom of the bridge, where gray flowers bloomed quietly, and a white figure walked slowly along the shore.

It was a woman dressed in white, with long black hair, fluttering in the wind, and in her hand, holding a gray flower, hanging down gently.

The woman in white raised her head, glanced at Han Shi, retracted her gaze, and walked lightly.

This glance gave Han Shi an indescribable meaning, he always felt that he knew the woman in white, but why didn't he have any impression.

The eyes are as light as water waves, and among them, there is a strangeness that seems to be in the past life.

The woman in white stood under the bridge, looked at Han Shi, smiled slightly, and put the gray flower in Han Shi's hand.

"This flower, for you. ”

Han Shi lowered his head and looked at the flower in his hand, and his heart was even more confused, "What kind of flower is this?"

"It's called this shore flower, and if you walk across this bridge, it's another name. The eyes of the woman in white passed past Han Shi, along the bridge, and looked into the distance.

"This shore ......" Han Shi muttered to himself, turned around and followed the gaze of the woman in white, but did not see anything unusual.

When Han Shi turned around, the woman in white had quietly left, and her figure gradually walked away along the riverbank on the other side of the bridge, and her white clothes were accompanied by the gray flowers that also bloomed.

"What is the name of this bridge?"

Han Shi looked at the back of the woman in white, as if it was a wisp of throbbing from his previous life, which made him suddenly shout loudly.

The woman in white looked back at the man in green shirt standing by the bridge, and there was a touching charm on her face, blooming like a shore flower.

"This bridge is called ...... The other side!"

Han Shi's heart was shocked, there seemed to be a mirror in his heart, three thousand were broken at this moment, and on each fragment, there was a bridge called the other side.

On the bridge, there was a man in a green shirt, staring at the shore, and the woman in white was among the flowers on the shore that seemed to be real.

"Isn't this bridge supposed to be called this life?"

Han Shi was even more dazed, the answer of the woman in white was different from the answer that he didn't know where to come from in his heart, but what he was looking forward to, and in his own words, Han Shi turned around and walked along the other end of the bridge.

The woman in white looked at the blankness in the eyes of the man in the green shirt, and said in a voice that only she could hear: "In every life, you don't understand, in this life, I can't go...... The other side. ”

In the process of moving forward, Han Shi leaned on the stone bridge, looking at the gray flower in his hand, he didn't know why he wanted to move forward, he only felt that he was like a fallen leaf on the water, and he couldn't help himself in the drift.

In the middle of stumbling, Han Shi's body lost the strength to stand and fell heavily on the bridge deck, but his eyes suddenly brightened in this fall.

The bottom of the stones on both sides of the stone bridge is engraved with dense handwriting.

"The other side, not the bridge ......"

"This shore flower is the other ......"

"This bridge is called the ...... today"

"Walking across this bridge is the ...... of a lifetime"

"After the other side, it is the ...... today"

"I'm sure I've crossed this bridge, it's just ......"

"It's me who is reincarnated, or the woman, or the other side......"

"I see, this bridge ...... the other side"

"It's because I understand that this bridge is ......"

"It doesn't matter what the name is, it's the ...... that counts"

"Why bother with the importance and see through the ......"

Although there are differences in handwriting, what they bring to Han Shi is an indescribable familiarity, but some of these words are missing, making him unable to determine the true meaning of these words.

For some reason, after seeing these handwritings, there was a trace of clarity in Han Shi's confused eyes, and the gray flowers in his hands were shocked, shattered and turned into a little gray light, condensed in his fingertips, like a gray pen.

In his mind, the shattered mirror, the opposite of the gray flowers, is like a retrospective of years, re-condensed and complete.

Han Shi looked at the mirror, in which, he saw Hanjia Village, Xuanyang Gate, Beixuan Continent, Daddy, Master, Qingmei, Xu Shan, and many other faces, all flashed in the mirror.

In that moment, he saw the past five hundred years of his own life, and he remembered everything.

But, in the next moment, the mirror shattered again, and this shattering was no longer just a thought, but spreading, affecting everything in front of him.

The gray mangs in Han Shi's hand were sheng, he looked at the blank stone surface, his eyes showed a strange color, and his hand did not fall.

This time, he decided not to leave any handwriting.

Everything was shattered, shattered and scattered, becoming a void, leaving only a white-clothed figure, standing faintly.

......

......

The man in the green shirt shuddered, looking at the broken stone bridge in front of him, which was broken in unison, but hung but did not collapse.

Under the bridge, on the surface of the river more than ten zhang wide, there are remnants of the past years drifting along with the flowing water from time to time.

"The deceased is like this, can it dispel the sorrow of eternity......"

Looking at the flowing water under the bridge, the man sighed lightly against the railing.

In early spring and March, when the weather was warm and cold, the man in the green shirt tightened his clothes and looked at the handwriting on the stones at the edge of the broken bridge, many of which had been covered with moss, and he had to use dry branches to remove the moss in order to see it clearly.

"Why bother with the importance and see through the ......"

"It doesn't matter what the name is, it's the ...... that counts"

"It's because I understand that this bridge is ......"

"I see, this bridge ...... the other side"

"It's me who is reincarnated, or the woman, or the other side......"

"I'm sure I've crossed this bridge, it's just ......"

"After the other side, it is the ...... today"

"Walking across this bridge is the ...... of a lifetime"

"This bridge is called the ...... today"

"This shore flower is the other ......"

"The other side, not the bridge ......"

The location of these handwritings was very strange, at the bottom of the stones on both sides of the stone bridge, if it were not for the damage of the stone bridge, it would not be easy for him to find.

The man in the green shirt looked at these words, always silent, but his eyes were deeply confused, and in these handwritings, he seemed to see the past of these people who left their handwritings.

These words seem to be addressed to him, but they also seem to be a dialogue between oneself and oneself.

The man in the green shirt silently recited these handwritings, and in the confusion, there was suddenly a lonely cold, which seemed to be from the eyes of the previous life, from these handwritings, into his heart.

All his thoughts were pure in this gaze, like the only snow lotus on the top of the ice and snow in the vast snowy region.