Heart Survey

Chapter 141 The Last Moment
The Bone Road has been laid out for decades, and the scheming has been exhausted, so the plans are naturally not small.

What they want to do is to open the passage to the underworld, so that the White Bone Venerable God, who is silent at the bottom of the Forgotten River, can return to the world and come to the world!
The fog generated by the heavens and the earth is the proof, that is the fog that separates the yin and yang, and this place will be trapped in a ghost.

……

When Linghe arrived at Mingde Hall, it had already collapsed.

Even if he was fortunately not disturbed by the monks of the White Bone Dao, Zhou Tianjing's cultivation was not enough to protect himself.

This level of disaster is not something he can handle.

But he didn't want to run away.

At this time he heard faint cries in the collapsed Mingde Hall.

Desperately, he planed the bricks and tiles and lifted the collapsed beams.

There was a little boy pressed under the beam of the roof, his voice was hoarse from crying, and his left leg was probably crushed.

Ling He picked him up and placed him on a fairly complete street.

Maybe there are people, maybe there are children!

Thinking like this, he plunged into Mingde Hall again.

Because he was not sure whether there were any surviving children and where they were buried, he did not dare to use Taoism too casually, so as not to cause secondary damage.

Most of the places can only be moved and scraped by hand. Only when it is sure that no one will be hurt, will Taoist techniques be used to assist.

It didn't take long for his hands to be dripping with blood.

Fortunately, he rescued another child.

It was a girl with pigtails, and although she was in a coma, she was still breathing.

Ling He carefully picked up the child and was about to move her to a safe place.

Rumble!
He looked back suddenly!
Just before the street where he placed the little boy, a new crack opened!
Ling He hugged the child in his arms and rushed over at the fastest speed, but he could only sit on the edge of the ground and watch the lava flow.

Where the little boy fell, only a small wave splashed.

Ling He fell to his knees.

When manpower runs out.

His heart was as tough as him, and he looked up at the sky for a while, feeling hopeless.

……

At this time, if someone can look down from the sky.

The brown earth cracked, the red magma surged, the houses collapsed, and the human race fled...

And on top of all this, countless souls are surging.

In the sea of ​​souls that covered the sky, countless unwilling lives were surging.

Maybe it's just a cake vendor, or just a teacher, or just a new born, or a mother...

They either never hurt anyone, never did anything bad.

Or did some petty theft, or had an argument with a neighbor.

Or an alcoholic, or a good man...

But all, all.

Good or evil, old or young.

All of a sudden, on this day, they were swallowed up by disaster.

No bones left, no soul left.

The deserted town of Xiaolin seems to have become a bottomless mystery, accommodating and devouring everything.

All the stories, honor and disgrace, love and hate of Fenglin City.

Everything.

……

Fenglin City went east to Qili, and a team of city guard soldiers ventured here.

Because of the ground fissure, the entire underground space was exposed to sight.Even the earth and rocks could not hide the dim light from those patterns.

"We found it! We found the source of the calamity! Go and report back to the general!" the leader of the squad shouted.

It was swallowed up by the underground magma that spewed out.

And his team members continued to run wildly out, and continued to shout: "The source of the disaster is in the east of the city! The source of the disaster is in the east of the city!"

"The source of disaster lies in the east of the city!"

"In the east of the city!"

"Chengdong!"

The soldiers of the city guard died in the disaster, and the voice was always on.

Word of mouth, everyone relays.

But they never waited for their Lord to deal with the calamity in the future.

The last soldier of the city guard stumbled and rushed back to the barracks.

"General! General!" he shouted in a hoarse voice: "East of the city! In the east of the city!"

But I only saw a pile of broken armor, a piece of flesh and blood, and a piece of ruins.

That's the general's armor, that's the general, that's their barracks.

Their generals had already died before them.

This iron-boned warrior collapsed at once.

"what!"

He jumped into the crack.

It was not these disasters that broke him, not the terrible enemies, the invincible targets.

But everything they do seems to make no sense.

……

Finally came the last moment.

The second elder of the White Bone Dao, Lu Yan, used those dark eyes to communicate between the two worlds, to control the living soul, and to manipulate the formation of no life and no death.

Zhang Linchuan, the messenger of white bones, stood silently by the side, protecting the Dharma for him.

Natural disasters, man-made disasters, all have calamity.

Countless souls and sufficient calamity all gathered at the original site of Xiaolin Town.

This place has long been anchored by the will of the god of white bones.

The shadows from the underworld begin to shroud the world from here.

At this time, a Ning Ding figure walked slowly.

Stepping across the corpse, across the ruins, across the cracks in the ground, across the place where the blood flows.

There was no expression on his face, and his eyes did not fluctuate at all.

He is Wang Changji, perhaps the only remaining member of the Wang family.

Because of his isolated relationship, even Zhang Linchuan didn't know him very well.

His cultivation base doesn't seem to be too strong, but life and soul revolve around him, and calamity avoids him.

Whether it was the Second Elder of the Bone Dao or the Bone Messenger, they kept silent.Because they all realized something.

Wang Changji walked slowly, without turning his head once, without shifting his gaze.

His pace was obviously slow visually, but he arrived at Xiaolin Town very quickly.

It's a paradoxical feeling that makes the viewer almost vomit blood.

Only Lu Yan could see it clearly. Every step he took was at the intersection of Yin and Yang.

It is not a straight line, nor does it indicate a plane or a solid, the intersection of the two worlds is not in the real sense.

In front of Lu Yan hung a mirror that seemed to be made of white bone. The mirror surface was constantly changing, tracking Wang Changji's figure.

If it weren't for the formation of non-birth and non-destruction, even if this bone mirror is very precious, it would not be able to do such a thing.

Under the gaze of Lu Yan and Zhang Linchuan.

Wang Changji finally reached the original site of Xiaolin Town.

At this time, there was only a chaotic darkness left in Xiaolin Town, and even the ruins no longer existed.

He stood outside the darkness and reached out into the "darkness".

He pulled out his hand.

From the darkness, he pulled out a small tripod made of white bones.

A powerful and terrifying existence "handed over" this small cauldron from the depths of the netherworld.

And Wang Changji completed the handover.

He threw the tripod into the sky!
The white bone cauldron spun up and down, and it rose in the wind.

In an instant, he regained his full appearance.

There is one person high and low, and three people hug each other.Ding ears are two hand bones, and the body of the tripod is embossed with some ancient pictures.

It makes you want to dig deeper, but it doesn't really look real anyway.

When the White Bone Cauldron appeared, all the souls and robbery qi were already boiling, making strange whistling sounds like boiling water.

When the small cauldron became a big cauldron, those souls and robbery qi instantly poured in, forming a terrifying torrent like a dragon absorbing water.

And those resentment, unwillingness, fear... the negative emotions floating in the entire Fenglin city were grabbed by Wang Changji, like grabbing a long snake.

These negative emotions burned under the cauldron and became the best firewood.

And Wang Changji stood beside the white bone tripod, and the momentum of the whole person skyrocketed.

His skin was completely pale, but in this paleness, there was a faint glow of holy divinity.

This is the highest pursuit in the Bone Dao, and only the Bone Holy Body exists in the records.

And Wang Changji is the real Bone Daozi, the Awakened Bone Daozi!
in the past, present, and future.

All are the absolute core of the White Bone Dao, the inevitable Holy Master.

(End of this chapter)