The whole comprehension world is fighting for vicious idiots

--hot!So hot!

The blood soaked the glacier and snow, and a blood-colored red plum bloomed.

Death overflows in the charming "plum blossom".

A hole was opened in the heart, the organs were shattered, and Zifu was exhausted, but Zisang Junyan was not dead yet.

It seemed that even death was afraid of this person, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

Blood spilled from the corner of his lips, and Zisang Junyan lay quietly in the ice and snow, his dark and indifferent eyes were calm.

What does a person do at the last moment of death?

Zisang Junyan is looking at a flower.

A flower that has not yet opened, but because of the burden of his fall, the branches withered ahead of time, and the flowers were polluted by ice, snow and his blood.

……

On Biluo Mountain.

Most of the powers of the cultivation world gathered here, staring closely at the bottomless abyss roaring with magma.

Staring at the soul lamp that symbolizes Zisang Junyan's life.

The light in the glass of the ice cup flickered like a candle in the wind, and it was about to go out every time, but it managed to maintain a weak heart fire that never went out.

"He's not dead yet!"

"How? How could he not die?"

"Impossible! No one can fall into hell and survive, not even a saint!"

Everyone in the world knows that going to hell on Mount Biluo is the most terrifying death place in the cultivation world, and even saints are terrified of it.

There is no life there, only hell magma bordering the underworld and the human world.

In just a hundred years here, seven demon lords, ten monks in the tribulation period, and even three saints who have ascended half a step have been suppressed.

The person who suppressed them was the former law enforcer of the law of heaven - Zi Sang Junyan who also jumped into the realm of hell today.

In the past, those invincible figures, no matter how cultivated they were, even saints who ascended half a step, were burned and melted by the fiery magma of hell during the fall process, without exception.

But Zisang Junyan had been down for a quarter of an hour, and the soul lamp was still on!

How can this be?Didn't Tiandao completely dislike him?

No, the way of heaven has already chosen another successor, and the way of heaven will never tolerate the betrayal and depravity of the successor!

"Anyone who falls into hell will definitely die, but that person is... but Zisang Junyan." Someone whispered.

Silence, dead silence.

That's right, that's Zi Sang Junyan, the former law enforcer of the law of heaven who fought against the three half-step-ascension saints with his own strength and still retreated.

Isn't it a matter of course that he is not dead?

"I don't believe it, it's impossible for him to live!" Someone roared, the trembling voice was unbelief, anger, and fear that went deep into the bone marrow.

How could Zisang Junyan not die?

If he didn't die, everyone who participated in besieging him this time would have to live in a life of escape that would be worse than death.

How can they not be angry, not afraid?

That person, even if he has already fallen into the magma of hell and half-stepped into the cycle of reincarnation, but the soul lamp has not been extinguished, he will make his enemies anxious and frenzied, and the fear will come to this point.

All of a sudden, because of the violent mood swings, many people in the Purple Mansion were in turmoil, and their heart demons were faintly throbbing.

At this moment, there was a sudden sigh in the wind and snow.

A sigh like a smile.

The elegant smiling voice sounded like the spring breeze blowing away the weeping willows on the glacier, and he said unhurriedly: "No one can fall into the magma of hell and still be fascinated. What's more, the pill was broken before he jumped down. It's just a matter of time. If you wait If you are in a hurry, why not have a cup of tea first?"

That sound seems to coincide with a special rhythm, like the breeze of a guqin, slowly flowing over the sea of ​​pines, waves and bamboos, which can't help calming down the restless mood.

The crowd followed the sound.

The newly selected heir of the way of heaven, the new enforcer of the way of heaven who replaced Zi Sang Junyan—Xuan Ye, dressed in white clothes better than snow, spotless, sat on a gorgeous jade table, lowered his eyes, smiled and concentrated on cooking tea.

Everyone was startled when they heard the words, that's right, no matter how strong Zisang Junyan is, once Danying is broken, even if he doesn't fall into hell, he is already useless.

He can only be... dying more slowly than others, which means that the more he does not die, the more, the more painful, the more painful his death is than anyone else!

Excitement ruthlessly appeared on everyone's faces, and the distortion could not be concealed.

Wearing white clothes with wide sleeves and hanging wrists, the clear green and sweet tea is slowly poured into the purple sand teacup.

The water vapor was dense, Xuan Ye closed her eyes and smiled, sniffing the fragrance of tea, sighed softly and murmured: "Bi Luo Wu Tan, the best tea time is only three hours, if you miss it, you will have to wait another 1000 years."

pity.

……

The tumbling magma is like a deep sea, and there is a deep glacier valley hidden under the seabed. The extreme cold of the ice and snow and the hot gas of the magma repel each other, forming a slender vortex like an hourglass.

The small snow valley is like a glazed amber heart hidden in the sea of ​​magma and fire.

There is a strange tree growing on the snow valley glacier.

Because the sun is not visible, the dark green leaf core is extremely thin and fragile, and the translucent leaf surface emits a bright and hazy white light, corresponding to the ice and snow.

Like a newborn moon perched on every leaf.

Like the moon on earth, it rises from this tree every night.

Unfortunately, this beautiful tree has no flowers.

Just a moment ago, the only flower fell to the ground along with the fallen person, stained with ice and snow.

Although it is just a flower bud that has not yet bloomed, it is still brighter than snow and clearer than moonlight.

Zisang Junyan looked at the blood-stained flower quietly, with dark and indifferent eyes, because of the eternal silence in the face of death, the illusion was like a gentleness without warmth.

Zisang Junyan is about to die.

Danying was shattered, the meridians were broken, and the Zifu collapsed. Anyone would die, and he was no exception.

The soul is withdrawn and dissipated bit by bit.

This unopened flower is also in the blood and ice and snow, and the bright and light white light gradually dims, like a dying moon, slowly withering and decaying.

Zisang Junyan's eyes were half closed, then opened again.

He slowly stretched out his hand, held the fragile flower bud in his hand, and moved it bit by bit to his heart with difficulty.

More heart blood poured out, completely dyeing this bright and pure flower into blood red.

When a sage or a powerful person in the cultivation world falls, like a whale falling under the sea, the spiritual energy and the flesh and blood of Bingjie can flow back to nourish all things in the world.

Zi Sang Junyan is not a saint, but he has also been a sage king of the dynasty. He has been in charge of the world's supreme Yu Luo Xiaotai, and enforced the law on behalf of the heaven. He is the person closest to God.

……

Ye Tan didn't care when he was broken off from the branch.

But it takes thousands of years to grow again. For a ten thousand-year-old Udumbara, time is nothing.

Just sleep somewhere else.

Blooming is the instinct of all Udumbaras, just like living is the instinct of all things, but Ye Tan has been so salty that his instinct has been wiped out.

According to legend, Udumbara bloomed in 3000 years, but Yetan did not bloom for 1 years because of indulging in sleep.

Not only that, but He plans to sleep until the end of the world and the day when the universe restarts... and he still won't open it.

However, the inheritance of Udumbara did not tell him that if he does not bloom, he will be punished by God.

--So hot!No, it's hot!

It was like being poured a pot of boiling water.

——What happened in the cultivation world?Heaven is dead?Otherwise, why would someone pour boiling water on the Ten Thousand Years Udumbara Flower?

Ye Tan frowned, uncontrollably waking up from a deep sleep.

The scorching heat continued, endlessly.

——What, did the other party think that he was a natural treasure, and used him as boiled cabbage?

The moment he opened his eyes, Ye Tan paused.

The so-called bloody head in the world is probably like this——

It's not pouring boiling water, He was poured with all his heart and soul.

The powerful and terrifying cultivation of the owner of this blood is like a hundred Jiazi year's emperor's fluid poured on a single flower. It is scalding hot and tyrannical as if scorched by ten scorching suns in ancient times.

Ye Tan tilted his head slightly, stood there in a daze, expressionless, and pulled the corner of one side of his lips.

All hope is lost.

Without knowing it, he was irrigated by the other party's painstaking efforts...and turned into a human form!

For ordinary plants and trees, transformation is of course no less important than the birth of a monk and changing the fairyland.

However, Udumbara was born as the spiritual flower of the heavenly kingdom, as long as he wants to, he can ascend to the sky after flowering.

More importantly, Yetan is a Udumbara that hasn't bloomed for 1 years. He is so salty that he doesn't even want to bloom. Why do you think he wants to be a human?

Turning him into a human would be worse than making him boiled cabbage, or uprooting his tree and letting him grow again.

However, terrible things happened just like that.

Ye Tan closed his eyes, his heart heaved weakly, thinking about how things came to this point.

——Is something wrong with his inherited memory?In fact, is the heart and soul of human beings something that can be poured at will?

——With a hundred years of Jiazi Niandi's bloody cultivation base, can the monk's heart and blood be cut at will to water the flowers?

——If you think about it, it’s impossible. It’s better to say that the way of heaven is finally dead.

Ye Tan frowned and looked at the clothes on his body. Even if he was transformed, he should be dressed in holy and flawless white clothes, but now because of the blood of the other party, he turned into a strange blood red.

"Be, polluted."

Sure enough, it was the Heavenly Dao who specially sent God to punish him.

——What kind of genius is able to come up with such a brilliant idea of ​​pouring heart and soul into Udumbara?

Ye Tan tilted his head slightly, and raised it up, unable to help but want to take a look at the culprit.

In front of him is not the impenetrable snow valley under the hell, but the snow mountain under the blue sky.

The sky is a clear, cold, lofty blue, so blue that it looks like some kind of pure and translucent gemstone. After looking at it for a long time, there will even be a tingling feeling that the soul has been purified.

Yetan hadn't seen the sky for a long time, and he clearly felt that the light of this world was separated by an unreal, pure and cold aura.

He immediately retrieved the explanation of this scene from the inheritance memory: this is the monk's sea of ​​consciousness, not the real world.

"Huh? So, this person is going to die?"

The monks will never open the Purple Mansion Sea of ​​Consciousness to anyone, even their Taoist companions, or mentors who have passed on their karma.

Only when the monks are about to die, the purple mansion collapses, and the sea of ​​consciousness will open uncontrollably. This means that their cultivation base and soul are dying, and the spiritual energy is feeding back, returning to the heaven and earth.

That's right, the sleeping place that Heavenly Dao chose for him, even if the immortal who had already ascended returned, he would have to lose half his life if he thought about it.

That person would surely die if he fell from above, not to mention that his blood would be drained dry.

——So, this person watered him with the blood of his heart, did he want him to bloom?

Everyone in the comprehension world has heard a legend: Udumbara appears once every 3000 years, and the moment the flowers bloom, there must be a sage ascending.

This is true, when the Udumbara flower blooms, it will return to the kingdom of heaven. Not only that, when the flower blooms, it will definitely be able to carry a person to the sky, even if this person has no cultivation level at all before, even if he is an ordinary mortal, his cultivation level will skyrocket in an instant. Become a Buddha and become a god.

However, not everyone can be carried to the ascension. The Udumbara flower is the flower of the Holy Spirit Ruitian Kingdom, and only people with great virtues and sages in the world will be selected.

The blood of this human being is so violent and dark, it can be seen how much killing karma and demonic energy has been soaked in it.

Even if the Udumbara flower blooms, it will not cross him.

Is the current cultivation world in such decline?Even the common sense that there is no way in this world to make Udumbara bloom, unless Udumbara wants to open it himself.

It is absolutely impossible to use your heart and soul to urge Udumbara to bloom.It's better to make boiled cabbage directly, and you can taste it fresh.

A gust of wind and snow hit, Ye Tan subconsciously tilted his head.

The wind and snow stopped, and there was a person standing in front of him.

Ye Tan slowly raised his eyes, and saw a very handsome face with few desires and nobility.

The expression on that face was clearly calm, but it was cold and dangerous.

A sense of tranquility and solitude unique to the strongest, just like the beauty of tranquility and sanctity unique to the peerless magic soldier.

His gaze fell into those dark and calm eyes, and was locked instantly, the whole world became still and slowed down under his gaze.

It's like seeing the countless glows of the long river of time, the cruel and pure aesthetics of death, and the gorgeous silence of the moment of life at the same time, falling into the calm and waveless eyes of those cold pools at the same time.

What he destroys blooms because of him.

Those whom he reaps, for he is eternal.

Even Yetan couldn't help but stare blankly, because of the favoritism and ruthlessness of the creation of the world, because this is a person who has countless aesthetics of life and death, he is also about to die.

Blood overflowed from the corners of pale and tightly pursed lips, but the handsome and noble face was still calm and calm, like an ancient ink-colored jade that had sunk in a well for thousands of years, with few desires and indifference, as if there was nothing in the world worth moving.

Just like the life and death of those beings who are in his hands, and even his own life and death, in his eyes, there is no difference.

Who killed him?Who can kill him?

Ye Tan's eyes lightly swept down from the other party's handsome nose bridge, to the pale and bleeding lips, to the ascetic Adam's apple.

All the monks in the cultivation world like white clothes, they are as graceful as immortals, but this person is wearing black black clothes.

Wearing this black robe on his body, even in the wind and snow, it will not be messed up, just like the emperor's uniform is dignified and dignified.

However, I saw... the sharp blade pierced through the heart, and the blood snaked along the wet hilt, dipping into Yetan's own finger that was clinging to the hilt.

——Yes, I'm killing him! ?

Ye Tan was stunned, looked into the eyes of the other party, and slowly frowned: It was just being transformed, not that much.