blood contract

There were tears in the corners of Omda's eyes, and he changed back to his original appearance, looking at Suanji with a look of resentment: Old man, I'm waiting for you to look good.

Suanji shivered and showed an innocent expression: No, no. This place is really beneficial to your practice, so I called you out. Seriously, little guy, you believe me!

Lingling was too lazy to pay attention to the little thoughts of his second spirit, and just said sternly to Om Da: "Study hard."

Omda pouted, nodded weakly and said, "Okay."

"Where?" Lingling asked.

This is naturally about the solution to the illusion here.

Omda raised his head, looked around, raised his little finger and pointed in one direction, "Over there."

Lingling was alert to his surroundings and moved forward carefully.

When they arrived at the pointed place, Omda pointed to another place for Lingling, "This way."

Lingling walked slowly where he pointed.

At this time, the scene changed, and Omda suddenly became interested. He rubbed his nose and said with disdain, "How can this be difficult for me Omda. Ling, go over there...this way...take nine steps and turn left." …”

Omda calmly pointed out the direction for Lingling. As the scene kept changing, finally after Lingling took a step forward, her vision suddenly became blurry and the scene changed again. This time she was standing in an endless wilderness with weapons everywhere. above.

"Wow!!!" Omda exclaimed. This was the first time he saw so many remnants of immortal weapons, and he danced and jumped excitedly.

Lingling blinked and raised the corners of his lips in an arc, "That's right, that's right. This is what I imagined, and what a tomb should look like."

Looking at this scene, Lingling felt a little sad for some reason, and endless sadness filled her heart.

The blue sun reflects the red sky, and the Kunling Xuanqing spreads the ink.

Fuyao gently plucks the heartstrings, and the sad and lonely wild goose begins to sing.

Recalling the past, my heart remains the same.

nice! Alas! Alas!

A sense of awe that I can't let go for a long time.

Suddenly, her eyes blurred, and several folds appeared in the space. She was standing in a battlefield where war was raging, fighting shook the sky, and rivers of blood flowed.

Thousands of monks were fiercely murderous and fiercely engaged in bloody battles. The tragic scenes of fighting each other continued to play out in front of Lingling's eyes, making it difficult to distinguish between good and evil.

But she could see the faith and obsession in the monks' eyes, the determination to fight to the death to protect something.

Above the red clouds, dazzling divine light kept flashing, and there were bursts of loud noises like thunder. The overwhelming power of destruction made the sky tremble, and sometimes the powerful pressure pouring out overwhelmed the cultivators. The low-ranking monk turned into blood mist on the spot.

Lingling was shocked and stared at the extremely tragic scene in front of him. One after another, the fighting monks were fighting around her, and then fell down one after another...

Occasionally, she would subconsciously reach out her hand to help those who fell beside her, but her fingers went through their bodies and she could do nothing.

She can only be a spectator in the years, quietly watching the shadow of death shroud everyone, feeling everyone pay their lives for their beliefs or goals, and finally the blood stains the earth red...

Among them, there was a female cultivator who looked somewhat similar to herself. She was fighting with a cultivator who had reached the sixth level of Dzogchen.

Although there were many scars and the cassock was dyed red with blood, the whole body radiated hot red flames like the blazing sun, resembling a bloodthirsty holy fire red lotus. Wherever it passed, the lotus petals fell to the ground and the red ground was scorched.

This man actually burns his life essence and blood to fight to the death...

But after a moment of victory, it is destined to wither and wither...

After the war, all that was left on the red earth were the remnants of these immortal weapons, which filled the wilderness. It seemed that future generations could see their immortal pride and blood, and they continued to sing the triumphal song of their ambitions here. .

"Girl, girl, why are you so stunned?"

"Ling, what are you thinking about?"

Suanji looked at her, Omda's little hands kept shaking in front of his eyes.

The moment Lingling came back to his senses, he felt a sense of weakness, his legs and feet were a little weak, and his body swayed a few times.

"What's wrong with you?" Omda asked anxiously.

"No, it's okay..." Lingling steadied his body, pinched his eyebrows, and calmed down.

"I, my soul seems to be pulled into the afterimage of this place, seeing some scattered scenes in the long river of time."

She did not hide anything and told Erling the tragic scenes she had just seen.

"So that's it! This is an ancient battlefield." Ruan Ji said.

"Ancient battlefield!" Lingling looked at the unnamed weapon tomb in this field, slowly walking past one immortal weapon after another, and gently touched a certain long sword with her long fingers, feeling extremely sad for no reason.

She shook her head slowly and murmured to herself: "Although the descendants don't know why you fought back then, they can still feel the unwillingness in the hearts of the ancestors. But so many years have passed, what can the descendants do? ?”

"My dear, so the red color of this land is dyed with blood! How many lives would have died!" Omda fell to the ground and dug his little feet into the soil.

After a while, he covered his heart and muttered with pain, "I, I feel a little uncomfortable."

Thinking that they must be weapons, Omda felt the same sadness for these remnants of the immortal weapons, but Lingling didn't care.

Suddenly, the ground under Omda's feet softened, and he seemed to be pulled into the ground by something, causing ripples. Then, the spiritual weapons in the Ling Ling Na Ring, including the 'Chuang Tian', all flew out from her control. , being sucked into the ground.

"Ling, save me." Omda's voice came from the ground.

All this happened so fast that Lingling couldn't respond in time.

"Come back." Lingling thought, stretched out her hand, and pointed at the ground.

As a result, all the spiritual weapons seemed to struggle for a while before breaking their spiritual connection with her.

"What!!!" Lingling was shocked.

Other spiritual weapons don't matter, but Manda, that is her heroic spirit weapon, equivalent to her natal treasure.

She punched a few times and punched out a large deep hole in the rock-solid ground here. It was as if she had lost all trace of Amda, and she began to feel anxious and worried.

Looking at this endless land of tombs, a terrible idea suddenly emerged in my mind.

Tomb of weapons, grave of weapons! ?

Did I understand it wrong? Although this is the place where immortal weapons are buried, it won't let people choose at all. Does it mean the place where immortal weapons and spiritual weapons are buried?

If that was the case, wouldn't she push Omda into the fire pit with her own hands!

Damn it, isn’t this a lie?

Lingling smashed a piece of the ground with his fist and started to blame himself.

With a thought in her mind, she released the 'white crow' and ordered: "No matter what method you use, find Omda as soon as possible!"

The queen gave the order, and the white crow waved the branches without slacking off. The white tree quickly took root in the ground. The deeper the roots took, the more it indicates that this big tree is growing at an alarming rate.