Pawn Crossing the River

The bleak autumn wind mixed with the scorching heat of the sun swept across the "Sea of ​​Death", causing the sand dunes to move slowly, like waves on the sea.

Looking down from above, this is a sea composed entirely of yellow sand.

So the autumn wind here is very different from that in other places. There is no killing, only dead silence.

There must be living beings to kill. This place is like a world of death, with no living beings, and it can't tolerate even a little bit of killing.

The "Sea of ​​Death" got its name from this.

A pair of bare feet with cracked skin stepped on the yellow sand, ignoring the scorching yellow sand that seemed to be smoking under the scorching sun, leaving a string of footprints, and when the autumn wind came, there was no trace.

A monk with his chest exposed walked in the "Sea of ​​Death", patting his belly and humming an unknown ballad.

"What's the use of heaven and earth? There's nowhere to stand."

"What's the use of love and moon? A skeleton with red powder."

"What's the use of all things? Tao follows nature."

"What's the use of supernatural powers? Not seeing the common people."

"What's the use of giving birth to me..."

But before he finished singing, the monk's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked up.

At the end of his sight, there was a flying boat, crossing the "Sea of ​​Death".

The monk put away his unruly attitude, restrained his face and clothes, put his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist name.

The next moment, a huge sleeve appeared out of thin air, covering the sky and the sun, and swept it lightly.

Immediately, a mountain fell down with a bang, smashing towards the flying boat with the momentum of the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing.

Although this mountain is lifelike, it is pitch black, like a shadow that has been printed, and it looks like a landscape painting by a famous master. It looks like the shadow of a mountain.

It is the "shadow technique" of the ancient witch religion.

Its power is not only closely related to the realm of the person who casts the spell, but also to the body of the rubbing.

The shadow of the mountain fell on the flying boat with a bang, causing many formations on the flying boat to instantly overload, the boat body vibrated continuously, and even some places had exploded with a series of sparks. However, the flying boat of the real person in charge of the house was different from the ordinary passenger flying boat. It barely withstood the attack and did not crash on the spot.

The broken shadow of the mountain seemed to be ink falling into the water, gradually diluted, and finally disappeared.

Then a huge female phantom appeared between heaven and earth, standing upright, not the real body here, but a silhouette composed of clouds, mountains, sand dunes, gullies, and the earth, full of wild atmosphere.

As long as the angle of the direction changes slightly, the outline of the woman can no longer be seen. Only at a certain angle can this scene be seen.

There is no substance, and there is no way to touch it, just like a mirage.

Such means are mysterious.

If Qi Xuansu was here, he would definitely recognize it at a glance.

Because he would never forget it.

It was Wu Luo.

But this time it was not just Wu Luo. A huge gatehouse appeared out of thin air next to Wu Luo, with flying eaves and black tiles, and the door was tightly closed.

Then the door began to open slowly, and the sound of opening the door was like thunder.

This is also an old friend, Siming Zhenjun.

In a blink of an eye, the huge door that seemed to lead directly to the underworld had been opened halfway. It can be seen that Siming Zhenjun's two giant hands supported the edges of the two doors and were accelerating the speed of the door opening.

Behind the door was a huge deep space. In the deep darkness, there were countless shadows swimming faintly, like beasts lurking in the shadows, waiting for a suitable opportunity to choose someone to devour.

As the door opened, in addition to the rolling purple-black breath, a fresh and boiling red light accompanied by a fishy smell emerged from the cave entrance.

Then, a black and red blood river rushed out of the cave entrance. The sticky blood that could not be dissolved was like a big river, winding and moving, full of a sense of tyranny and cruelty, which made people shudder.

The sky was blood red, like an upside-down sea of ​​blood.

The blood river that rushed down submerged the flying boat.

The flying boat, whose formation had been overloaded, finally couldn't hold on and was eroded by the blood river, and was instantly riddled with holes.

Many people were deprived of all their life energy as soon as they were slightly stained with the breath of the blood river, leaving only a blood-red skeleton, and even kept the movements of the last moment of their lives.

The formation of the flying boat was not a single one, but a combination of large and small formations, like the gears in a clock, stacked layer by layer and biting each other. Under the impact of external forces, some formations finally couldn't bear the huge pressure and began to collapse, and the violent fluctuations caused by the collapse of the formation triggered a series of results. Many formations that could still hold on were affected and began to explode.

The violent explosion at this time caused part of the deck to collapse, and even fragments on both sides of the flying boat's hull continued to fall off the hull and fall downwards.

At the same time, the flying boat lost power and rushed to the ground.

Seeing that the crash of the flying boat was a foregone conclusion, many passengers on the flying boat were full of despair, but they could do nothing.

After all, not everyone is as experienced as Qi Xuansu. Many people may never experience the fall of a flying boat in their lifetime, but Qi Xuansu has experienced it several times, just like Wu Luo's experience in sinking a flying boat.

For ordinary people, if they leave the flying boat without sufficient cultivation, they will be swept away by the whistling gale in a blink of an eye, but if they don't leave the flying boat, they can only sit and wait for death, and they will definitely be killed by the fall.

There are also celestial beings on the flying boat, but because of the suppression of the blood river, they cannot leave the flying boat for the time being, and can only rush to the sand sea below with the flying boat.

The monk walking in the "Sea of ​​Death" also quickened his pace.

At first, each of his steps was the size of an ordinary person's steps.

Soon it became one foot per step.

Finally it was ten feet per step.

And so on, faster and faster.

Behind the monk, a cloud of smoke and yellow sand rolled up, like a sandstorm, rushing towards the place where the flying boat crashed.

In the monk's sight, the flying boat dragged a long black smoke and flames, and fell into the sand sea, erupting with a huge sound, almost breaking the heart, and then a second explosion occurred, the smoke was even thicker than the wolf smoke, and rushed straight into the sky.

The desert smoke was soaring.

Soon, the monk had rushed to the place where the flying boat crashed. After standing not far away, he put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name again.

As if to respond to this Buddha's name, a palm stretched out from the wreckage of the flying boat, separated the flames, and then Chen Zhengxian, who was a little embarrassed, slowly walked out. The water and fire produced by the explosion of the flying boat could not hurt him at all, and even his crane cloak could not be burned.

After all, he is a disciple of the sixth generation, after all, he is a real person who knows everything. Chen Zhengxian is not an ordinary person. His pseudo-immortal cultivation cannot be faked.

But Chen Zhengxian's face is still a little flushed, obviously affected by the blood river.

Chen Zhengxian is still dragging a person in his hand, it is his secretary, but he is eroded by the blood river. Although Chen Zhengxian barely hangs on his life with his cultivation, he is powerless to save him. He only has his last breath left. At this time, the secretary's body is already festering, without a piece of intact skin, revealing the corrupted flesh underneath, and even one of his eye sockets has been completely corroded, causing the eyeball to roll out.

The secretary's vocal cords were severely damaged, his teeth fell out, leaving only the gums, and even his tongue was atrophied, and he could no longer speak. But he still looked at his boss with his last single eye.

The tacit understanding between the two for many years still made Chen Zhengxian understand what the secretary meant.

Give him a quick death.

A trace of pain flashed in Chen Zhengxian's eyes, but he still leaned over and put his hand on the top of the secretary's head.

The immortal stroked my head, tied my hair and gave me immortality.

The next moment, the secretary was shattered into dust by Chen Zhengxian.

There was no more pain.

Chen Zhengxian stood up straight, straightened the lotus crown on his head, and looked at the monk.

In the reflection of the surrounding flames, Chen Zhengxian's face flickered.

The monk finally said: "Meet Master Chen."

Chen Zhengxian took a step forward: "Buddhist monk, Nalanda Temple finally couldn't bear it anymore."

The monk said sincerely: "For the sake of the people of the world, I specially come to ask the master to die."

Chen Zhengxian laughed loudly, and the mighty true energy rushed into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds. Although he was laughing, there was no smile on Chen Zhengxian's face, only indifference and majesty.

The monk didn't say anything, but clenched his fists.

Just as the celestial immortal inheritance is also called the exiled immortal, Buddhism also has a similar name. The inheritance of the Great Awakening Golden Immortal is called the Buddha's son, the inheritance of the Mahayana Bodhisattva is called the Brahma, and the inheritance of the Great Arhat is called the Bhikkhu.

This monk is the Great Arhat inheritance, which is somewhat similar to the human immortal inheritance, but not exactly the same.

Then the monk's body was coated with a layer of golden light, and the whole person was like the golden Buddha in the Buddhist temple, brilliant and dazzling, exactly the golden body of Buddhism.

The monk has already reached the level of an immortal, so even if he faces Chen Shuhua and Zhou Mengyao, he can still not lose.

Even in normal times, Chen Zhengxian is not an opponent.

Not to mention that Chen Zhengxian is obviously no longer at his peak now.

One is a tired army, and the other is waiting for the tired.

The result is already determined.

This is a deadly situation set by Nalanda Temple, striving to kill in one blow without any mistakes.

The monk's expression was very calm, and he just said: "I have no grudges with the real person, but I am doing my job in my position. I am sorry."

Chen Zhengxian still did not speak, but took the initiative to attack.

If he died, he would die in a blazing manner.

All the true qi in Chen Zhengxian's limbs, three Dantian, twelve meridians, eight extraordinary meridians, and major acupoints gathered together and turned into an inner pill, which then shrank into a point and sank into the Qi sea of ​​the lower Dantian. Then a bright golden light shone through the Qi sea, and finally turned into golden liquid all the way up.

He stretched out his hand and pulled out an invisible and formless sword from the void. If it weren't for his five fingers holding the sword in the air, it would be almost impossible to be sure that he had a sword in his hand.

This sword is made of heaven and earth, and it is used as heaven and earth. It is independent and unchanged, and it is endless. It is the "Daozi Sword".

The monk just punched out, destroying mountains and pulling up peaks.

Just the aftermath of the fist's momentum caused countless gullies to crack the ground and collapse inch by inch.

The golden fist collided head-on with the "Daozi Sword" in Chen Zhengxian's hand. The fist was unscathed, but the "Daozi Sword" was shattered inch by inch.

The monk then punched a second time.

Although the monk was born in Buddhism, he did not have much Buddhist spirit, but more of the heroic spirit of a chivalrous knight.

The demeanor of his attack was even more so.

What is the use of heaven and earth?

It was just a punch from me, and the heaven was above.