In front of him, the Tianhehai disappeared, as if the ship entered into a long river of years, surrounded by colorful colors, and there were fragments after another.
In these fragments, there exists one world after another.
Meng Hao looked at the ship he was in, and entered a world of fragments. There, he saw a world of flames. There were countless monks here. They bowed down in front of the ship and offered tribute.
The technique they practice is fire. This kind of fire seems to appear in their blood, surpassing all the flames Meng Hao sees. He heard the people here say that this is the origin.
Meng Hao couldn't touch the world, as if he was an outsider. Seeing this ship, after traveling for an unknown amount of time in the sea of fire, he shuttled again and entered another period of time.
There, he saw the starry sky, the unfamiliar, nothingness that was different from the starry sky beyond the southern sky, it was a vast, endless vastness.
Sometimes there are strange-looking beings who come here and give some weird items after worshipping...
Meng Hao seemed to have become a tourist. Following this ship, he saw a flying butterfly. The butterfly was too big and could be seen clearly from a distance. When it got closer, it was a splendor made up of countless worlds.
"Is this happening in the memory of this ship, or... it happened in the present?" Meng Hao was a little confused, the butterfly also flew away, and the boat passed into the boundless space and disappeared again.
When it appeared, in front of Meng Hao’s eyes, there was a vast ocean. There was a big tree towering in the sea. There were golden yellow leaves on the tree, which was very beautiful...
Under the tree, there was a person looking at the tree silently, not knowing what he was thinking about, and not knowing how long it had passed, this person laughed, and the whole person seemed to have a ray of light, as if he was enlightened.
Meng Hao didn't bother him, sitting on the boat, like a journey of life, watched it, and left.
He saw one world after another, saw countless monks, saw many wars, and even saw a man on the ground, pointing to his boat, actually crazy.
Meng Hao was a little dazed, forgetting the passage of time, forgetting that he was about to die, and moving forward on this boat, he saw a bald bird and a crane with tears.
"Long years, I always think of you..." The muttering voice echoed in Meng Hao's ear with a sense of time. Meng Hao looked at the bald bird and the tearful crane, he Faintly felt that there seemed to be a touch of familiarity in the other party.
"Have I ever seen it?" Meng Hao hesitated.
Time has changed, and the scenery is staggered. Meng Hao also saw a cultivating tree, the size of a sky, running rampantly in the starry sky, but before the boat, it was trembling.
Meng Hao was a little confused and even more at a loss.
He saw so many methods of practice, felt one after another, cause and effect, life and death, yellow spring, eternal life... and true and false. He saw a person walking down and becoming the whole world, burying himself, and accompanying others.
He also saw a person, drifting eternally in the starry sky, walking down, not knowing where the end is, that person... He seemed to see the old man in armor.
After a long time, Meng Hao saw a man in another piece of heaven and earth, holding the corpse of a woman, and roaring up to the sky, his eyes lit up, and after seeing Meng Hao, he felt shocked by the madness and perseverance.
"Heaven made you die, I also want to resurrect you!" This was the man's voice, and this voice made Meng Hao's heart shake unprecedentedly.
What he shakes is not the story of the man and the woman in his arms, but what he shakes is the determination in the man's words and the firmness of his will that cannot be destroyed even if the world collapses.
"This kind of firmness, I thought I had it, but compared to him, I'm still inferior to..."
"Although my cultivation is lost, my life is at the end, but... Am I really going to give up?" Meng Hao asked this question silently on the boat.
A fire of life slowly appeared in his eyes. The fire was dim, as if it could be extinguished at any time, but at this moment, the fire... was brighter, it seemed that something called will was burning within the flame.
When Meng Hao was meditating, suddenly he was in the boat and shocked again. He saw that the world had changed once, and nine peaks in the starry sky appeared.
These nine mountains, vicissitudes of life, endless years, as if they have always existed since ancient times... It is impossible to describe how big they are, but Meng Hao can be sure that this is many times larger than all the worlds he has seen before.
The entire starry sky, there are nine seas.
Nine mountains and nine seas, in the middle is the majestic sea of stars where the nine seas gather.
On each mountain, there are four stars, and the sun and the moon... surround the first mountain, interlacing each other, making the sun and moonlight spread infinitely in the entire starry sky, covering a fan, shining a sea.
This picture was extremely beautiful. After Meng Hao saw it, he felt a strong wave in his heart.
"Could it be... This is... Nine Mountains and Seas?" Looking at these nine mountains, Meng Hao suddenly had an unbelievable thought in his heart.
"If I swallowed these nine mountains with the swallowing mountain art, I wonder if my cultivation level will be restored?"
This idea was very bold, Meng Hao just thought about it, but when this idea existed in his mind, it was deeply ingrained in an instant, causing Meng Hao to breathe slightly. He thought of the firmness of the person who had seen the woman holding the woman’s oath to heaven. , Thought of his own way.
"Am I really going to give up?" The fire of life in Meng Hao's eyes was even more brilliant.
After taking a deep breath, he didn't hesitate to... Operate the Swallowing Mountain Art!
This technique does not require cultivation, all it takes is the heart. Observe the ninth mountain and imprint this mountain in your heart, as if you have walked across a mountain and a river, staying in your heart, you can take it away.
His eyes were constantly staring on the Ninth Mountain, and the whole person came down ethereal, forgetting the passage of time, ignoring everything around him, and the only thing that existed was the Ninth Mountain.
If you lose something, you will gain something. He lost his cultivation, but he waited for a sublimation of his soul, especially at this moment. In this quiet, he silently realized the ninth mountain in front of him.
Gradually, in Meng Hao's mind, this mountain became more and more clear, one year, one year...
It may be a hundred years, it may be a thousand years, or it may be ten thousand years... Meng Hao has entered the Dharma with his whole person, and constantly keeps this ninth mountain clear in his mind.
Until one day, when the appearance of the ninth mountain in his mind was completely clear, Meng Hao's mind was shocked. The ninth mountain in his mind collapsed at this moment and turned into countless runes, every rune In the text, it seems that there are many Taoisms.
These Dao, Meng Hao did not understand, but looking at it with the Swallowing Mountain Art, these can be regarded as the soul of the Ninth Mountain. Combining these Dao is equivalent to swallowing the soul of the Ninth Mountain.
Meng Hao stared at those runes, each of them seemed profound and contained infinite possibilities. Soon, Meng Hao lost his whole body and was immersed in it. He himself did not find out. In this observation, there is much more on his body. There are some different temperaments.
But at this moment, suddenly from the Ninth Mountain, there was a will of vast vicissitudes of life, suddenly revolving around.
"Who... is comprehending the ninth mountain of the old man!"
"Old man Ji Tian, Master of the Ninth Mountain and Sea!"
When the sound of the vicissitudes of life roared, the entire Ninth Mountain was instantly blurred, and the whole world caused waves of waves. When Meng Hao's mind was shaken, he immediately regained consciousness.
That will swept across all directions, but did not find the boat where Meng Hao was, nor did he find Meng Hao.
The boat moved forward suddenly, left from the ninth mountain, went to the eighth mountain, always moving forward at a constant speed, the seventh mountain, the sixth mountain...
Meng Hao couldn't see each mountain clearly, until the ship flew to the fourth mountain, suddenly, a gloomy breath rushed out and enveloped the surroundings.
"What is life, what is death..."
"All beings in the underworld, if you don't cross for a day, I won't be born for a day!"
"Years are reincarnated, the underworld will not laugh for a day, and I will not die for a day!"
"The returning soul, the going soul, you passed here... why not come back?" When the voice of vicissitudes came out, the entire Fourth Mountain immediately roared, and a large hall roared and went straight to Meng Hao.
Even from this hall, a cow and a horse flew out in pitch black, undulating the sky, with a mighty momentum, and the breath of death was permeating, and the impact was coming.
The moment Meng Hao saw this bull and horse, his body was shaking, his whole body seemed to fall asleep, as if his soul was about to fly out...
"What is life, what is death..." In Meng Hao's mind, the only voice reverberating at this moment.
But at the moment when the cow and horse came, the boat was gone.
"The power that does not want to rest... Samsara is the end of the Tao. If you don't want to rest, why take him all the way through your life." Behind Meng Hao, in the fourth mountain, a sigh came out.
When Meng Hao heard this sound, his heart roared more and more intensely, until the boat passed the third mountain, the second mountain, and when it reached the first mountain, Meng Hao didn’t see clearly, and everything turned into Black and white became two auras, lingering in the void, as if two beads were born in it.
Meng Hao lowered his head and looked at his right hand. At this moment, there are two beads on his right hand. They are not the essence, but the result of gasification.
The black and white beads slowly floated around in the palm of Meng Hao's palm. When they intertwined, between the black and white, there seemed to be the profoundness of heaven and earth hidden inside.
Meng Hao was silent. He could feel that the black and white beads that he had clearly understood from the armored old man contained a great road, which might not be his free path, but this kind of way can undoubtedly make his way go better. Far.
"In this black and white, there are all the worlds and all the Taos I have seen before..."
"What is life, what is death..." Meng Hao slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, he thought of Ke Jiusi's sky-shaking technique... Lishen Art!