The sky is dim, the purple rain is pouring, and the whole world, at this moment, in Yu Meng Hao’s eyes, there is only a vast ocean, boundless...
The waves undulated and moved with the wind, causing Meng Hao's long hair to float and his clothes to dance. He stood on the sky, staring at the sea, silent.
It seems that in the entire world, all lives have been buried, and only his loneliness is left. Yu Menghao's heart surfaced, and as he shakes his head, it gradually dissipated.
In the silence, Meng Hao continued to move forward, extremely fast, and the parrot followed him, sometimes screaming arrogantly.
"La la la, I'm a seagull..." The parrot swooped down, slammed into the sea water, and jumped up in the distance, very happy.
The sky and the ocean are boundless, Meng Hao is galloping all the way. A few months later, he has been in the depths of the former center of West Desert. Here, he saw some high mountains in his memory and became an island with the tip of the mountain.
I couldn't see any monks, I couldn't see any monsters, some... just occasionally rotten corpses that could float by on the surface of the sea.
There was a dead silence.
Seven days later, in front of Meng Hao, a large island peak appeared. Meng Hao's figure paused in the air. After looking down for a long while, he recognized that this was the highest peak in the center of West Desert.
The Wushen tribe once passed by here, but now this mountain is no longer buried under the sea, revealing an island mountain of less than twenty feet.
"Choose this place." Meng Hao did not continue to go north. The further north, the fewer mountains and the deeper the sea. Even the current sea surface, placed a few years ago, was mid-air.
After descending on this island mountain and sitting cross-legged on it, Meng Hao took a deep breath and looked at the surrounding ocean. For him, this place was the best place to retreat and it was very safe.
Because this piece of purple rain that wiped out everything was a catastrophe for the Ximo monk, but for Meng Hao, it was harmless. Even once he realized the purple rain totem, this place was like his own sea.
For a long time, Meng Hao closed his eyes. The five-color light on his body has now dissipated, and his cultivation has become Jindan Dzogchen again, the five-element totem, flashing totem light on him, Meng Hao began to meditate.
The parrot flies, sometimes far away, sometimes returning, as if no matter where it is, it can happily find activities and sports that make itself feel interesting.
For example, at this moment, it was imitating a seabird, sometimes screaming, playing happily, and unwilling to be lonely, and turned into a real seabird with a bang, giving the parrot a arrogantly white look.
So, these two live treasures immediately began to compare...
Time slowly passed, and a few days later, Meng Hao opened his eyes, his cultivation level had been maintained at a full level, and between his eyes opened and closed, there was a flash of light flashing across his pupils.
He lowered his head and glanced at the blood totem on the index finger of his right hand, and his expression gradually became decisive and persistent.
"The last totem!"
"Blood represents vitality, fighting against all death, is a manifestation of the water totem."
"The purple rain represents death, the extinction of all vitality, and the expression of the death side of the water totem."
"Life and death are two opposites, but they circulate with each other. Without life, how can there be death, and without death... How can we set off birth!"
"The fusion of life and death, the fusion of blood and purple rain, can I achieve Meng Hao's... Dzogchen Water Totem!"
When Meng Hao muttered, the light in his eyes shone. It was dark at the moment, and the rain was still there, but in this rain, Meng Hao's eyes showed light like thunder and lightning.
"If you want to understand the purple rain totem that represents death, you can understand it without sitting here and watching the sea. I need to truly blend into the purple sea and feel it myself...
What is death! "
"Only in this way, only if I and Zihai are indistinguishable from each other and realize the same, then it is possible for me to understand it, grasp its power, and brand it into my totem!" Meng Hao thought of this, without the slightest. Hesitate, his character is like this, once a decision is made, he will not change easily.
Especially after stepping on the road of spiritual practice, there is no turning back on this road, and you need to keep walking forward. Once you stand still, once you are indecisive, then the distance will fall and it is not far away.
With his eyes flickering, Meng Hao stood up and looked up at the parrot and Jelly who were competing with each other in the distance. Then he bowed his head and took a step forward, and the whole person fell directly into the purple sea.
As soon as his body touched the purple sea water, a strong breath of death immediately emerged from all around and filled Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's body shook and gradually crossed his knees. As his body continued to sink, after about ten feet of sinking, Meng Hao's eyes suddenly opened, and his body stopped sinking.
This is the limit that Meng Hao can bear at this moment. The further down, the stronger the meaning of death here. To this sea, Meng Hao is the vitality, the existence completely opposed to them.
Meng Hao, it is impossible to fight the entire Zihai.
Even sinking more than ten meters, if this matter is known to outsiders, it will feel incredible. To know this purple sea is like a forbidden zone for monks, let alone more than ten meters, even one or two meters, it can be very short Extinguish all the fire of life within the time limit.
And at this ten-meter-long position, the ordinary cultivator, within ten breaths of time, his vitality will disappear immediately, his life will be permeated, and all his qualifications for survival will be extinguished.
And Meng Hao, starting from cross-legs, has already been in this position of more than ten feet at this moment, and has exceeded ten breaths. All of these are greatly related to his perfect state, because this perfect state does not absorb the power of heaven and earth, and is self-contained. A cycle also made Meng Hao far beyond the others in the assurance of survival.
But even so, after twenty breaths, Meng Hao still trembled. The meaning of death continued to condense around him, and more and more. With the collision of life and death, it was directly turned into extinction. Kill it completely and bury it here.
It's like putting a crimson soldering iron into ice water, and it's out of place for a moment, the opposition between ice and inflammation, the force formed... Either the ice water evaporates, or the soldering iron collapses, this...
It's extinction!
Thirty breaths later, when the extinction force was at its extreme, Meng Hao opened his eyes fiercely, his body rushed out, and the sea surface in a blink of an eye. After his body flew out, he landed on the tip of the island, his whole face pale. , Spouting a mouthful of blood, the collision of death and vitality on his body turned into extinction, which made Meng Hao unbearable.
But his eyes showed bright light.
"I understand, Zihai Catastrophe itself has no power of extinction, but because its original intention is death, it will explode when it touches vitality. This extinction is not caused by Zihai itself, but is related to vitality. Broke out together.
The confrontation between life and death, the force of extinction formed after the collision... This is the true power that the water totem can show after the Great Perfection!
This extinction requires life and death at the same time.
I have a blood totem life. What needs to be realized is the death of Zihai, not extinction. To realize this, I must first let this extinction fail. Only in this way can I realize the meaning of death! "
Meng Hao took a deep breath and sat down cross-legs. It took three days before he recovered. When he opened his eyes, his eyes became brighter. After a moment of silent thinking, he stepped again and stepped into the sea. Position, cross your knees again, feel the extinction in the sea.
Time passed slowly, and a year passed in a blink of an eye.
This year, Meng Hao didn't see any monks and lives, as if he was the only one in the world.
It is not easy to let extinction fail. Even if Meng Hao has a perfect realm to support, it is also extremely difficult, and he is not a last resort and will not use blood totem, otherwise, in this purple sea, the expansion and opposition between life and death, In an instant, the power of extinction would reach a level of horror enough to kill Meng Hao instantaneously.
"You can't comprehend death by life. To truly understand death, you need to die once!" Meng Hao rushed out after being cross-legged at more than thirty feet in Zihai for one hundred and seventy breaths.
In a year's time, he has made a lot of progress, but he is still far behind to realize Ziyu.
"But even if it is death, it is not a true fall blindly, but a step-by-step process, first slowly reducing one's own vitality under the meaning of this extinction, until it reverses and changes, and survives with death. Extinction, and without the meaning of extinction, you can feel the breath of death in Zihai." Meng Hao realized again, and after a few days of rest, he stepped into Zihai again, feeling cross-legged.
Time passed again, one year, two years, three years...
Ten years later.
Meng Hao sat cross-legged in the area more than two hundred feet deep in the Zihai. When he closed his eyes, his body remained motionless, like death. The meaning of death around him surrounded him, and sometimes extinction would erupt, but it was not obvious, compared to ten years ago. , Too much weaker.
It wasn't until a month later that when Meng Hao's eyes suddenly opened, the extinction around him became intense.
"It's not enough... When do I often sit on the bottom of the sea, I can feel Zihai Xiaocheng!" Meng Hao murmured. In ten years, his cultivation level has not changed much, but his whole breath is Earth-shaking changes have taken place.
At this moment, his body is more slender, and within the temperament of the scholar, there is a touch of strangeness and a trace of Confucianism, which is caused by the reduction of vitality and the increase of death.
The skin is crystal clear, and the appearance is more beautiful, almost demon.
For ten years, the purple rain was still falling, but the depth of the sea did not increase much, the island tip was still... And now the southern part of West Desert has long become a vast ocean, this sea covers the entire West Desert land, and there is no time. The tribes and monks who entered the black soil have become skeletons, hiding in the purple sea.
It turned into a kind of existence similar to bridge slaves in the ruins of the bridge, like ghosts, sometimes appearing in the Zihai, and often the clan drifts by, taking away all vitality, as if they are the messengers of the Zihai.
In the past ten years, Meng Hao has encountered such a ghost several times.
But at this moment, when he rushed out of the Purple Sea, in the distance, there were a group of hundreds of ghosts, walking blankly on the surface of the sea, and the moment Meng Hao rushed out, all of these ghosts were all in sight.