Cultivation of Life Winner

An aura that was so powerful that it seemed to wipe out the wilderness instantly emanated from the thin old man's body. Qingpeng and the young man shook their bodies and almost fell headfirst.

But fortunately, this aura was not aimed at the two of Qingpeng, but instead had a vague meaning of protecting the two, which prevented the two of Qingpeng from dying violently under this aura.

The old man stood up slowly at this moment. His figure was very slow, as if he was standing for the first time in thousands of years.Finally, the old man raised his head slightly, and there were no eyeballs in his eyes!

The shriveled eye sockets are sunken around, although there are no eyeballs, Qingpeng can actually touch the unwillingness and hatred in the opponent's heart by the way he looks up at this time.

The snow fell even more heavily, and there were even raindrops in the snow.It's just that the raindrops are sticky blood red, with a strong smell of blood.

In the gray sky, it looks more dignified and solemn at this moment.Vaguely, Qingpeng seemed to hear the roar of killing.Above the thick clouds, it seemed that a cruel war was going on.

"Qingpeng!!" When Qingpeng was in a daze, the young man beside him suddenly shouted.

Qingpeng's expression froze, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the flying fish had disappeared, and he and the boy in civilian clothes were standing on the surface of the sea!All of a sudden, Qingpeng's expression of astonishment appeared immediately.

And in front of him, his father was controlling the wooden boat and approaching him little by little, even though he was getting old quickly.And in his hand, the hatchet was shining coldly, dragging it on the deck and approaching him.

Qingpeng would not think that his father still knew him at this moment.He wanted to run, but when he moved, the sea under his feet shook for a while, and his body was about to sink.It seems that only by staying in place, he will not fall into the sea.

"Qingpeng, don't be afraid, we can go." On the side, the commoner boy put away the confusion in his eyes and said firmly.

Taking a deep breath, the young man gave Qingpeng a comforting smile, but stepped forward.

The water pattern swayed slightly, and in front of the boy's eyes, he seemed to see a man in black.This man was in a desperate situation. Unwilling to accept the threat of death, after confirming that science could not save him, he also began to use other things that were unreliable in the eyes of others to save his life.

Another step, this time it was a teenager of thirteen or fourteen.The boy was that man. He didn't know what was going on with him. When death came, he thought it was an eternal sleep.Unexpectedly, she woke up in another world, in another healthy body.

But at the third step, the boy stopped suddenly.He frowned, and there seemed to be something preventing him from taking that step.

And behind the young man, Qingpeng looked at his father who was getting closer, his heart suddenly felt sour, and then he gritted his back teeth, and stepped out regardless of his foot.

Memories emerged from his mind like a torrent.A young man with yellow hair just muddle along every day, his life seems to have no meaning other than becoming a pest that others look down on in society.

In the second step, he saw him waking up, and then started a life of chaos.In the third step, he didn't have any big ambitions, as long as his life went smoothly, he chose the easiest way.So, another teenager walked into his life under his intention.

Step by step, until he saw a man with white hair and everyone wanted to kill him, the boy who had grown into a man no longer remembered him, and no longer stood by his side.He forgot.

It turns out that this is what loneliness feels like.

Because of you, I want to continue on the road of cultivating immortals.Otherwise, with his personality, he might have muddled through without knowing when.It turned out that the other party, unknowingly, had already become a driving force for him to move forward in cultivating immortality.

But at this moment, everything collapsed.

So, Qingpeng stopped in his footsteps.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, go back, go back." When Qingpeng stopped, a melodious voice came from the gray sky.This voice carried majesty, but it also carried a compassionate feeling that seemed to pity the world.

Behind Qingpeng, the bewildered look in the eyes of the commoner boy was even thicker.He clutched his head, only feeling the pain in his head.

He saw Qingpeng's memory, and he always felt very familiar.He remembered something, something was about to come out from the depths of his mind, but was firmly blocked in his mind by a strange and powerful force.

At this moment, he desperately hopes that Qingpeng will go down again.He wanted to know what else was in Qingpeng's memory!He had a premonition, if he continued to read, and read a little more, he would immediately remember, immediately!

At this moment, in Qingpeng's mind, there seemed to be two completely different voices constantly disturbing him.Looking back, it seems that everything can no longer be remembered.Since then, he has no dust in his heart.

Keep going, it seems that you will never reach the other side.Because this mentality has no end.

Go back, go back... Gradually, the voice of turning back gained the upper hand.

Until, a sigh suddenly sounded from Qingpeng's mind.The sound of this sigh is as immature and clear as a teenager, but its meaning carries a sense of vicissitudes.

"Father, how long do you have to blame yourself. The Duhai Clan has long since stopped blaming you." After the sigh, the voice spoke again.

At this moment, in Qingpeng's eyes, the clear and firm meaning has long disappeared, replaced by a strong sense of vicissitudes and sorrow.The boy's skin was still healthy and dark.But in a trance, he seemed to see that his forehead was already covered with wrinkles from the invasion of the years.

"Forget it, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. But if you can cross the sea, there will be a good fortune. Endless years have passed, and the souls of my family who cross the sea are trapped here forever. Every year, they suffer from the past. Today , the two of you entering here is also a fate, I will give you a fortune!" After saying that, Qingpeng stepped out.The ripples on the sea surface spread out in circles.

With the stepping out of this foot, a spiritual body with nine layers similar to Qingpeng's, which was like a soul body, stepped out of the physical body slowly.

This spirit body was dressed in shabby white clothes, with an unreal figure, disheveled hair, and dried blood stains on the clothes.

As the spirit body walked out, the withered old man not far away trembled all over.On the deck, one after another ghosts continued to emerge until they filled the entire deck.These ghosts looked dumb and muddled, obviously without the slightest sense of reason.

The old man suddenly burst out laughing, and then suddenly dug his two fingers at his own eyes, snapping his own eyeballs out.

"I was greedy for beauty, mistrusted others, and caused all 12 members of my crossing sea clan to die in battle. There is no reason to die!" The old man stood up at this moment, and as his words fell, his aura rose steadily, and finally turned into A strong bloody aura swept away in all directions.

"Father, I forgive you." The spirit body became weaker and weaker, but still walked towards the old man step by step.

Behind the old man, those dazed spirits didn't raise their hands at this moment, cupped their fists and bowed to the spirit, and then slowly dispersed.

Seeing this, the spirit body sighed slowly.

The old man showed a wry smile, and with a wave of his hand, the wooden boat turned into a pitch-black flying fish!And above the flying fish, the old man who was sitting silently and silently turned out to be himself.

Now Qingpeng, no, it is not Qingpeng to be precise.There used to be Qingpeng in this world, but Qingpeng died long ago.Haidao, Qingpeng, and the flying fish brought by the young man at the beginning are all just illusions.

With Qingpeng's help, that step made Huang Mao, who strayed into this place, remember everything.Yes, this place is one of the three thousand illusions in the ancient mirror opened by Huang Yiyuan.Here is the sea of ​​bitterness.

Between the false and the real, it seems fake, but it also makes Huang Mao seem to have gone through a period of Qingpeng's childhood.After that step, Huang Mao's appearance had returned to his original appearance.

He looked up, but happened to meet Qingpeng.

Qingpeng had already boarded the flying fish. Standing beside the old man without eyes, he said bitterly: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. My family of crossing the sea was once cursed with great magic power. Only by crossing the sea of ​​suffering can I be allowed to be a member of the sea of ​​crossing the sea." The soul can rest in peace. Otherwise, life after life will fall here forever.

Foreigner, I don't know where you come from.I give you something, it may be helpful to you.I just beg you, if you have the ability in the future, help me cross the sea, so that we can rest in peace. "

As the voice fell, on Qingpeng's body, a feather-like cyan thing suddenly flew towards Huang Mao's eyebrows, and the next moment, above Huang Mao's eyebrows, a piece of blue-colored wing runes slowly emerged out.After a few breaths, it disappeared again.

Beside Qingpeng, the old man was silent, but nodded slightly towards Huang Mao.Then the flying fish boat continued to cross towards the boundless and boundless sea of ​​suffering.

"Thank you, if I have the ability in the future, I will help you escape from the sea of ​​suffering!" Huang Mao said softly.He didn't know what happened to the Sea Crossing Clan, but it must have been an extremely tragic history.Afterwards, the sea-crossing people wandered in the sea of ​​suffering for life and life, and they could not turn back.Looking back, it is the time to repeat the scenes of the previous life.Keep going, this sea of ​​suffering will never have a shore.

The Kuhai family disappeared. To be precise, they just continued to wander in the sea of ​​bitterness until the day of liberation came.

Huang Mao sighed slightly, but looked at the boy.

That young man was no longer what he used to be.On the surface of the sea, standing here is a young man dressed in black with a handsome and resolute face.At this moment, the young man's gaze was filled with an extremely tragic look. He looked at Huang Mao, even showing a trace of disbelief and fear.

After all, remember?