Chapter 300 Blood Sea

The halberd rubbed his eyes hard, closed them and opened them again, but only saw darkness.

He asked Master Huineng, "Where?"

The voice of the old monk Huineng came from directly in front: "Lord, this is the passage arranged by the ancestors of the first generation. Until this place, it is called the original way to understand nature and seek my intention. The benefactor did not know me, so he naturally couldn't see anything. Wait for the old man to take out the Lotus Sutra and touch this darkness.

The painting halberd was slightly surprised. It turned out that there was still this famous road, which annoyed him a little: "Your Buddhism is full of these ghosts. What's the use of the whole dark road?"

The old monk Hui Neng did not answer his question, but recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha Buddha."

Just after the other party's Buddha's name was finished reciting, the dark space suddenly lit up, and a dazzling golden light was released from the Magic Lotus Sutra in the old monk's hand.

The pupils can't adapt to this sudden brightness. They cover their eyes meaningfully under the halberd. It took a long time before they slowly opened.

The vision is gradually clear, and he is now standing in a square space that is no more than ten feet high and ten feet wide. Behind him is a bluestone ladder that is winding up and can't see the whole picture clearly. I think he came down from here.

The passage behind him is extremely narrow, which he has known for a long time, but why suddenly a slightly larger space suddenly appeared here? Looking up, there was a mud wall in front of him, which was obviously dead.

He turned his head and looked at the old monk Huineng doubtfully. The other party stroked the white beard on his chest and whispered, "This is it. Please wait a moment."

The halberd nodded.

The old monk Huineng raised his right hand and raised the Magic Lotus Sutra, which was emitting a dazzling golden light, above his head. Then he saw that the golden light on the scriptures suddenly became violent, which was much more dazzling than before.

I closed my eyes again. When I opened my eyes, it was just a wet earth wall. Suddenly, a set of dark passages appeared. This passage winding through the countryside and leading to nowhere.

The old monk Huineng put his hands together and saluted, "Lord, this is the fate of Shamen. The old man can't go down, so he can only accompany the donor here."

At this moment, the golden light on the Lotus Sutra is a little dimmed, but it still illuminates this narrow dark space.

"Why didn't the master go down?" The painting halberd stared at the old monk Huineng.

The old monk's snow-white beard was dyed golden by all the golden light, and he floated in front of his chest: "The first generation of ancestors strictly banned the descendants from entering the Shamen of Destiny. They were not afraid to tell the truth to the owner. Twenty years ago, when the patriarch of Qingshan opened the Shamen of Mingdao, he couldn't help taking a step in, but it was a step forward. Step, just like being hit by a head, he seems to have lost his soul in a trance. After withdrawing from this place, it took five years to recover.

The painting halberd curled his lips. No wonder the other party had such an experience in order to avoid talking about things in Mingdao Shamen.

This is indeed nothing to him, but for the Buddhist people, it is not too much for others to know that the old monk Huineng violated the posthumous teachings of his ancestors and said a rude word to drag him out of the pig cage.

"Then I'll go down alone, but how should I return then?" The halberd looked at the dark hole under it.

"The donor will return along the original road, and the old man will wait quietly in Cangshita above." The old monk Huineng said softly.

The halberd nodded: "I'm sorry to bother you, Master. See you later."

Master Huineng took the scroll back into his arms and thought about it again. He only heard a Buddha's name, "Amitabha." Then there was no sound.

The painting halberd didn't care so much, so he went straight to the ground.

The underground road is also long enough, no different from the upper part. I can't see my fingers, and my consciousness can't play a role. Previously, there was a Master Huineng who made a sound to guide the way from the bottom, and now I can only scratch my eyes blind.

However, this road is not difficult. The painting halberd silently calculated it. Half an hour later, a blood-red light suddenly came in front of him, and with this bright light, there was an indescribable smell.

This is not the taste felt by the smell of the five senses, but directly transmitted to the yuan god.

did not immediately rush in the direction of blood-red light, but felt it carefully. This smell... made him feel the feeling of sadness.

Suddenly thought of the words of the fiery red python robe, 'stinky', 'a place where everything is destroyed'...

There was a vague guess in his heart. He quickly moved forward, towards the not far red light, stepped out of the dark passage, and stepped into an unprecedented world...

When you arrive here, your consciousness is no longer restricted, but there is a boundless sea of blood in front of you. The sea of blood is constantly churning with red waves, and the place where you are is a dark land. No matter how the waves of the sea of blood hit it, you can't stain your blood-red color on it. .

I don't know how thick clouds have accumulated in the sky. These thick clouds give people a feeling of death, quietly staying in the air, which is quite depressing.

Seeing this boundless sea of blood and the black earth, he suddenly thought of an anecdote.

Everything has life, including people, animals, goblins, ghosts, mountains and trees. From the whole earth to every grain of dust, there is life.

And these lives and people can also breathe, swallow and excrete.

The excretion here is not a broad sense of grain reincarnation, but the excretion of 'useless substances' in the body. And where will this 'useless substance' be discharged? Legend has it that it is an boundless sea of blood facing the black earth continent.

The painting was stunned, and the boundless sea of blood turned out to be here!

In this case, why is Qin Tianhe here? Why is the power with a bamboo hat here?

After lowering my eyebrows and thinking for a long time, I couldn't bear the fruit, and when I looked at it from afar, there was nothing between heaven and earth except a vast black earth and a boundless sea of blood.

"Qin Tianhe is there!?" He suddenly roared at the huge sea of blood.

His voice was full of infinite true elements and demons, and there was a huge wave in the roaring sea of blood.

These five words echoed in the sky on the sea of blood for a long time, and suddenly a huge wave rushed up from the sea of blood. The huge blood waves palpitated.

"Where did the boy come from? Do you want to disturb my rest?" A coarse ore sounded in the huge waves, followed by a wide black gown, a high nose and broad eyes, a wind and frost on his face, but his eyes seemed to prey on a fierce eagle.

"Are you Qin Tianhe?" The painting halberd raised his eyebrows slightly. He had never had a good impression of the enemy who had caused the destruction of the Tuxinzong, and even ranked the other party as the number one enemy after Murong Xiaoyu and Tiance Gate.

How can we not remember the hatred of the destruction of the family? Although he did not experience the destruction of the Tuxinzong thousands of years ago, his master Qingshan had been familiar with him since he was a child, which made him have a different feeling for the Tuxinzong. This feeling became stronger and stronger after the death of his master Qingshan.

The rough man is as tall as the painting halberd. He is a seven-foot man. Even in terms of appearance, the other party looks more manly.

"I'm right, boy, do you know where this is? Although I don't know how you came here, I still advise you to leave early. No matter what you want, there is nothing you want here. Qin Tianhe's eyes stared slightly, not angry and arrogant, giving the painting halberd a very strong sense of oppression.

And he vaguely felt that the other party's strength was definitely far stronger than himself, and he was at the same level as Xiao Shami and others.

frowned and quietly released his divine consciousness to investigate Qin Tianhe's cultivation. As a result, the divine consciousness fell on the other party and only detected a piece of nothingness... The other party is like a black hole. No matter how his divine consciousness is explored, he can't find out at all...

The strength of the other party is somewhat beyond my imagination.

However, losing is not losing power. What's more, since Master Qingshan let himself come here to find the enemy in front of him, he will definitely not put his life in danger.

So he drew a regular color, with his left hand behind him, and his right foot took a slight step forward: "It's ridiculous, if it weren't for the master's will, do you think I would come? Even if you come here, you are here to take your life!"

Qin Tianhe was stunned, frowned and thought for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "It turns out that you are an apprentice of Qingshan. I mean, besides the people of Tuxin Sect, who else will come to me?"

It was his turn to be stunned. He heard the other meaning from the other party's tone. The seven words 'except the people of the Tuxinzong' obviously showed that after the destruction of Tuxinzong, some of the reluctant descendants also went to the other party.

"Why is that?" The painting halberd couldn't help asking himself.

Qin Tianhe seemed to see through himself and laughed loudly, "Kid, you guessed right. After I destroyed your local heart, although you were lucky enough to survive, the subsequent patriarchs of all generations will come here to see me."

The painting halberd was angry, and Qin Tianhe led to the destruction of Tuxinzong. As a result, he said such words. How could he swallow this breath? Whether it was because of the will of the master Qingshan or his self-consciousness, he told him to teach him a lesson.

However, thinking of Qin Tianhe's unfathomable strength, he finally put up with it. Although part of the purpose of this trip was to find Qin Tianhe in accordance with his master's will, he found the whereabouts of the little painting Buddha in his mind, which occupied the most important position.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and endured to stay.

"It's better to accumulate some morality." The painting halberd almost squeezed these words out of its teeth.

Qin Tianhe smiled and shook his sleeves. The wide sleeves of the black gown exploded. With this explosion, a bloody wave suddenly rose from the boundless sea of blood. The blood wave flew backwards out of the sea of blood and rushed to the two of them. In the blink of an eye, two blood-colored chairs condensed chairs on the ground. He waved his big hand , lifted the front piece of the black gown, sat down with a gesture of invitation, and said proudly, "Sit down and chat. Since you are a disciple of Qingshan, I have many stories to tell you."

Chapter 3100 Sea of Blood

The halberd thought for a moment, gritted his teeth and sat down.

At the bloody sea, on the black soil, the two sat silently.

After a long time, Qin Tianhe sighed: "Although I have been here for more than 900 years, I have never been out. Since you have come here, it means that Qingshan should be dead. I didn't expect that the man to die one day. His tone became more and more gloomy.

The painting halberd was surprised. Listening to the other party's words, he seemed to have a good relationship with the master Qingshan, but he couldn't figure out what to say with such an enemy who destroyed his sect?

Qin Tianhe put his right elbow on the armrest of the circle chair, and his right hand supported his head and said, "A thousand years ago, it has become my duty to tell these things to the patriarchs of the Tuxin Sect. Forget it. I have told this story five times. As usual, I will make a summary before the story. I hope You will always keep this summary in mind.

The halberd's eyebrows are locked.

Qin Tianhe put down his right hand supporting his head, sat down, took a breath slightly, and suddenly made a sound like a bell, knocking his next word into the heart of the halberd.

"Remember that Tuxin Sect is the greatest sect of cultivation in the world!"