Xia Ji sits at the head of the paper crane.
Flying on the white clouds.
There is no flying sword at his side, nor any magical weapon, but everything in the world is already his weapon.
Below, mountains and rivers are far apart.
And when he arrived at every sect, what he had to do was very simple.
Ask "Where is God?" and then kill what should be killed and leave what should not be killed.
He didn't know if he killed the wrong person, but as long as he entered this catastrophe of mortal life, it didn't matter whether he killed the right person or the wrong person. In essence, he was killing.
Killing itself is by no means kind. The key lies in what kind of world it will bring after killing.
When he closed his eyes, the glorious "History of Creation" would appear in his mind, as well as Xiao Su's painful cry, Miaomiao's appearance of running away, and many other things about the things created by the gods. Disaster.
This is enough…
Kill it.
kill.
kill.
A touch of blackness broke into his conflicted mind.
The heart that seemed to never have any waves began to surge, boil, and crash into stormy waves.
He is flying.
Killing.
Those who don't tell will be killed.
Kill those who see evil.
Kill from south to north.
From white to black.
The leader of Fengqing Sect has committed suicide because when he was in a sect, the leader told him that his family had been executed by the Heretic Hall of the Court of Gods because he led the way for the enemy.
Therefore, the leader of Fengqing Sect lost his mind. After leaving all the remaining information, he cut off his heart and jumped from the paper crane.
Zhang Jin finally became frightened in his heart. After the initial excitement, he saw the cold crushing scene, and suddenly understood what level of battle he was about to be involved in.
There was no warmth in the battle at all. He might be crushed if he just stood aside, so he took his leave.
Xia Ji understood what he meant and just let him go. This kind of battle was not something these monks could bear. If you want to witness me bringing you here, if you are afraid, I will let you go.
There is nothing exciting about killing someone, even if it is for the uncontrollable rage in his heart, it is just like drinking poison to quench his thirst.
The wings of the paper crane flap, fanning away the wind and clouds.
Because Xia Ji's air shield was opened, there was no high-altitude cross wind that could enter the paper crane's range.
He glanced sideways at Miaomiao and Xiaosu.
Xiao Su was already a little dazed, coughing instinctively from time to time. She stared into the distance, as if she would freeze forever.
Miaomiao was accompanying her. When she saw Xia Ji's eyes, she suddenly said: "Sir, in fact, you don't need to feel guilty. Because everyone who died in your hands deserves to die. You didn't live in this land before. I know how much evil these people have done.”
Xia Ji said: "I teach people to think good and not to do evil when they see evil, but I myself violated it."
Miaomiao blinked and looked at him.
Xia Ji said: "I violated it, but I don't regret it... As I went deeper, something seemed to be throbbing in my heart, as if a devil was hatching.
Death and blood will become the nutrition of this devil, and if it comes out one day, I don't know what I will become. "
"gentlemen… "
"Call me uncle. You have been calling me uncle for many years. Since everything is destined to happen again, and you and I are destined to get to know each other again, then let's call me uncle, right?"
"I was really your wife in the past?"
"The future will be the same."
There was confusion in Miaomiao's eyes. She opened her white and flawless little hands like claws and pressed them on the paper crane. She watched many monks flying up from the sect in the mountains in the distance.
Then, it was this familiar process again.
Yes, they won't say it, otherwise they will be waiting for the judgment of the Heretic Hall, not to mention they really don't know where the gods are.
Xia Ji waved his hand, and a wave passed by, destroying the wave of swords flying from the sea of clouds on the opposite side.
The movements are extremely easy.
It can be said that in the blink of an eye, all the sword immortals were wiped out.
Although Weizhou was big, such a huge movement still threw him onto a stage where the light was focused. All the major forces, whether human race, demon race, or monks, began to know that someone was looking for trouble in the Court of Gods.
But those mortals who were oppressed and persecuted by the gods or the sects slaughtered by Xia Ji secretly applauded,
As for those who had been mutilated until they had nothing left, they cried and roared in agony, shouting vently, "There is reincarnation in the way of heaven, and retribution for good and evil."
"God of Slaughter, kill them."
"What kind of gods are they?"
"Stop talking..."
"It doesn't matter. I only have one life left. If I can applaud that person, so what if I give up my life?"
"For hundreds of years, for hundreds of years, the robbery demon has not killed us. Instead, the gods have slaughtered fish and meat to fool the world."
"Oh my God, have you finally opened your eyes?"
"This is not God, this is the One."
"I really want to see him. I want to tell him that he is not alone... Even if I am not strong enough to stand behind him and see his majestic appearance of killing gods, I still want to go there."
"I... want to see how he slaughters those beasts. If he dies, he will die."
"Although ants can live in vain, they are not afraid of death!!"
The paper crane on the high place is like a prairie fire.
Its wings fluttered, and wherever it went, the hidden fire in people's hearts was already burning.
Tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions…
Thousands of miles, one hundred thousand miles, hundreds of thousands of miles...
Weizhou is very big. Although the paper crane flies fast, it is not fast on this board. It crawls step by step like a snail.
The flames of people's hearts, the silent cries, were completely detonated over time.
The world seemed to be boiling. The destitute people walking on the streets, the disabled, the painful, and the crying all looked up to the sky.
Obviously there is nothing in the sky, just white clouds or dark clouds as always.
But they suddenly fell in love with looking up, instead of being as humble as the dirt on the ground being trampled by others, they only dared to lower their heads, only dared to look at their own toes, and only dared to say "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Because they knew that there was a man there, sitting on a paper crane, on his way to slay the gods.
They didn't know who that person was.
I don’t know why I went to kill the gods.
But they were sincerely happy and had hope, and they had no regrets even if they sacrificed their lives for it.
A world of pain, a land of tears.
The gray world, fueled by tears and pain, burned violently, rising up into a raging fire that had been oppressed for hundreds of years.
"kill."
"kill."
"kill."
"Kill them."
The way people look.
people's hearts.
People shout.
Gathered from all directions.
But Xia Ji couldn't feel it.
Every time he kills someone, there is more darkness in his heart.
But here’s the beauty.
But Xiao Su is here.
He thought it didn't matter.
It is good to be spotless, but if there is something that must be done, why cherish the feathers
It's dyed, it's black, that's it.
I came from light and went to darkness.
No regrets.
…
…
Late spring.
Ice and snow melt.
Standing by the long bridge connecting the northern and southern borders of Weizhou was a barefoot monk in linen.
The bridge is hundreds of miles long and is made of nature, with a lot of spiritual energy condensed on it.
Under the bridge is the ocean current. Under this huge bridge that is hundreds of miles wide, it rolls past and rushes endlessly. It hits the dark and hard cliffs and stirs up endless snow waves.
The barefoot monk's eyes were filled with compassion. He was holding an ancient scripture in his left hand and murmuring, "Lead me from fantasy to truth, from darkness to light, from death to eternity."
This is a passage from the Great Forest Upanishad in the ancient Vedas.
And that ancient scripture is the Vedas.
The name of the barefoot monk is Brahma.
They are the twenty heavens of Buddhism.
He was "killed" by Xia Ji 1,500 years ago.
But for unknown reasons, he was reincarnated in Shilu Temple and was born from a magical "egg" in the center of the temple.
at this time…
Brahma just looked at the vast river with a smile.
Soon…
He looked up with feeling and saw a paper crane landing on the bridge. He walked forward and said to the man on the crane, "I've seen you, sir."
Xia Ji recognized this person at a glance.
Now he knows that there are many mysteries in the world, and the twenty heavens of Buddhism also hide secrets at different levels, and the Brahma, the head of the twenty heavens, is even more mysterious.
He asked: "What is the monk doing here?"
Da Brahma said: "This bridge is called Tianlong Bei, which connects the north and the south. This bridge is extremely magical. I came here to tell you about it."
"Where is the magic?"
"There is plenty of spiritual energy, but it has no power of heaven and earth, no good or evil karma, no ability to carry flying swords, no ability to control the wind, etc. And water is even weaker. If you fall into the water, you will sink into it until you are no longer at the bottom of the ocean. Float."
Brahma talks eloquently.
"As for the god you are looking for, it is not in the south, but in the north. Do you know why?"
Xia Ji said: "You say."
Brahma said: "Because the Buddha is in the south and the demon is in the north."
After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment and continued: "Monks and monsters are not at odds with each other. It is understandable that they fight each other on weekdays, and I will not participate too much.
Demons need to enter the world to refine their hearts, but most of them are like a blank piece of paper, ignorant and ignorant. If they meet a good person or a good person, they will be good demons, otherwise they will be evil demons.
But demons have different natures after all, good and bad.
The monks couldn't see this, so they went to subjugate the demons.
The cause and effect are so complicated that if you keep cutting them off, they will become chaotic, so I will not cut them off and ignore them.
However, hundreds of years ago, the gods suddenly came from the east and set foot here, and then I don't know what happened. In short, the gods suddenly got together with the demons.
The desires of the gods are infinite, and the demons have no scruples when they have the gods. The heart that needs to be tempered has never been good, but it has become more and more distorted after following the gods, so that it is out of control.
The scene in the Northland today is extremely absurd. "
After Brahma finished speaking quietly, he looked at Xia Ji, "I heard that Sir wanted to kill the god, so I waited here and went north with Sir."
After saying that, Brahma smiled, put his hands together, and bowed gently.
Xia Jiqi asked: "How do you know that I slaughter the gods?"
Brahma smiled and said, "Who in the world doesn't know this?"
His compassionate eyes looked at the entrance of the long bridge connecting the north and south, "God also knows that you are coming. This hundred-mile-long bridge is difficult to cross, and this weak ocean is difficult to cross. I am here to help you."
The north is hell, and I would like to go to hell with my husband. "
Miaomiao supported the confused Xiao Su. Although the two of them had little strength, they were not afraid of attacks because of Ding Haizhu. However, Xia Ji looked at the magical bridge and didn't know whether to take them there.
However, if he didn't bring it, he wouldn't worry.
Brahma said no more, stood at the entrance of Tianlongbei, lowered his head and clasped his hands, and waited quietly.
Soon…
Suddenly there was a loud laugh in the distance.
"The monk came here alone and didn't call me. Does he look down on me, Cui Zhi?"
Just as the loud laughter arrived, a person came walking on the wind. His figure froze for a few moments in the space, then landed a hundred feet away from Xia Ji. He slowed down and came slowly.
This man has a heroic spirit hidden between his brows. He walks like a mountain, with a spear and a knife stuck in his back. He is a magic weapon. And the spear and knife can be assembled to form a huge sickle. He is especially good at cutting in different directions. Harvest in narrow or wide areas.
Tianlong Bei is such a place.
The visitor walked to a distance of thirty feet, took a good look at Xia Ji, and said with a smile: "Cui Zhi, I am willing to give up my life and go north with my husband."
Xia Ji thought for a moment and realized that his trajectory of killing the sect must have been noticed by many people, so they knew that he was coming north, so they waited here.
only…
He wondered: "Why do you want to come with me?"
Cui Zhi said: "Sir, don't laugh. I didn't dare before, but now I'm not afraid."
Xia Ji asked: "Why are you not afraid?"
Cui Zhi said: "If this southern land is the embers of fire, sir is the kindling. If this kindling falls into the land of embers, it will cause a prairie fire.
This feeling burns everyone, and naturally it burns people like me. If I don’t raise my head this time, I’m afraid I won’t be able to live with it in my heart for the rest of my life.
So, here I am. "
Xia Ji asked: "Who are you?"
Cui Zhi smiled and said: "It's just a person who is going to die, why bother asking."
After that, he went forward and stood at the entrance of Tianlongbei, where he stood with Da Brahma. But just by looking at the way the two of them got along, he knew that Cui Zhi must be the top master here, and his strength was not inferior to Da Brahma. .
After a while, I saw many figures swarming in between the sky and the earth. Each of them was not an ordinary person. There were monks, people dressed as immortals, swordsmen who looked like scholars, beggars in ragged clothes, and smiling faces. A fairy like a flower, as powerful and domineering as the devil's general...
Not all the same.
But the same thing is that each of them exudes a unique aura. This aura is a reflection of one's own mental strength, a condensation of essence, energy and spirit, and has nothing to do with realm.
But just from the way they get along with each other and the way they chat, they all know that these people must be heroes born from all over the world.
Each of them had a smile in their eyes.
Miaomiao was very happy for some reason when she saw so many people coming to help Xia Ji.
She ran behind Xia Ji, pushed him and said, "Brother...brother, you see, even though you don't know it, even though you can't see it, there are many people helping you."
Xia Ji heard this weird title.
Miaomiao's eyes turned into crescent moons as she smiled, "You asked me to call you uncle, but I didn't. Besides, how do you look like uncle?"
Xia Ji said: "You..."
Miaomiao interrupted him and said, "I want to accompany you to the bridge."
Xia Ji hesitated and said: "Okay, you protect Xiao Wu and never leave my side at any time."
"I know, I know, my long-winded brother."
Xia Ji saw many people gathered here, so he didn't wait any longer. He had completed the adjustment of his state, and now his whole body was like a ground-breaking blade, intact and full of brilliance.
He was about to step forward.
In the distance, a man who was nearly four meters tall and looked like a general said in a low voice: "Sir, just wait a little longer. There are still many people who have not come. If these people cannot come with you, they will regret it for the rest of their lives."
On the other side, a green-robed fairy leaned softly on the bridge pillar on the back of Tianlong and said: "We can fly fast, there are some people who come on horseback, and some people who run over. They are slow, but Their hearts are the same, sir, just wait for them."
Another man with a heroic appearance said: "The drunk lives, the sober dies. The drunk lives as a slave, and the sober fights and dies. The slave has been drinking for hundreds of years, drunk and dreaming, and is a walking corpse. Now that he finally wakes up, Mr. Just wait for them."
Xia Ji responded and raised his head.
The sky is shining brightly.
It's late spring.
And under the spring sky, it's like a big river has just thawed, with thousands of rivers and streams coming together from different directions.
If you look carefully, you can see that there are everyone there.
Some, not even extraordinary ones.
Some of them are not even warriors, just some idiots who spent all their wealth to buy a knife.
A few days later…
To the south of Tianlongbei, a huge crowd of people gathered unexpectedly.
Wang Xiong also came.
Zhang Jin also came.
Fang Chuyu also came.
Everyone looked at the leading young man. The young man was dressed in white. There were two women behind him. One was wrapped in a fur coat to keep out the cold and looked cute. The other was charming and beautiful in white with a gold belt.
Xia Ji walked to the bridge.
This bridge can accommodate five carriages running parallel to each other, with no end in sight.
This bridge can only be walked across, and this bridge is destined to be a place where gods ambush.
Brahma clasped his hands together, and a group of monks had gathered behind him. Some were holding colorful umbrellas, some were holding vajra pestles, some were holding bells engraved with thunderbolt patterns, and some were holding lion swords and trousers...
Brahma asked: "Sir, do you want to set off?"
Xia Ji looked at the leader of the twenty heavens, who was wrapped in linen robes, and felt a sense of wonder and impermanence in the human world.
Fifteen hundred years ago, you and I were enemies, fighting to the death.
Fifteen hundred years later, you and I are side by side, living and dying together.
When he looked back, he actually saw Emperor Shakti, the Mysterious Vajra, the Sun Palace Emperor, and many former enemies.
Now, they are on the same road.
Xia Ji said: "Let's go."
Then, he stepped forward.
This bridge is really weird. Once you fall on it, your magical powers and karma are frozen. Even the Dharma Body is also suppressed by some strange force, and the stepping feeling of the bridge itself... also makes people feel that it is not made of any material. , just like the remains of a corpse that came from nowhere.
Xia Ji walked forward, and many people followed him.
From south to north.
And if you look down from a very high place, you can see the waves on the other side of the bridge. On the other side of the bridge, there is an endless army...
Obviously, the people of the Divine Court, or the Qin Divine Lord Qin Chentian, had made up their minds to hang these rebellious people on the bridge who were ungrateful, ungrateful and had hurt him.
However, he never expected that there would be so many people.
The two waves of people collided together.
Xia Ji raised his hand and tapped lightly.
Knock on the void.
Like opening the door to heaven and earth.
The door opens, revealing the aura of chaos.
The gray Dharma image flowed out from his fingertips like a torrent and rushed forward.
At this time, the strangeness of this bridge is revealed. Here, all consumption increases exponentially.
Brahma walked on the left side of Xia Ji, with compassionate eyes, and said "Amitabha", and then his body changed, giving birth to four heads and four hands, holding the ancient Vedas, the golden swan, the jade peacock with the crown, and the rosary beads respectively.
Waves of powerful energy then surged forward.
Cui Zhi walked on the right side of Xia Ji. He had assembled the divine weapon spear and the divine weapon knife behind him, turning it into an extremely long sickle that exuded a terrifying aura. When the sickle was swung, it brought up A blue aura that makes one's heart palpitate and make one want to run away.
These breaths cut sharp blue circles in front of him. Anyone who enters the circles will die.
Behind Xia Ji, there were all kinds of attacks, all kinds of energies of different strengths and weaknesses, and the sound of roars and shouts moving forward, like an unparalleled stormy wave, rushing northward.
The bridge is hundreds of miles long.
Weak water flows furiously.
The opposite sides suddenly separated again, and the metallic flash suddenly came out dazzlingly.
It was accompanied by a muffled thunder that shook the bridge.
Looking down from a high altitude, you can see that it is a group of heavily armored cavalry, numbering an unknown number of thousands.
And these heavy-armored cavalry were all warriors who had reached the eleventh realm and cultivated the Dharmakaya. However, they had ordinary qualifications and had not yet reached the peak of the eleventh realm and had not broken free from the shackles of mortal life.
But even so, these people turned into cavalry, but they were still extremely powerful.
In particular, it seems that one person is using the Confucian method to condense the energy of tens of thousands of eleventh realm cavalry into a terrifying appearance.
This phase has transcended the Dharma phase, and even transcended the scope of the Dharma Body. Instead, it has reached the peak of the Thirteenth Realm in one fell swoop. On this bridge that suppresses the realm, it shows the power of heaven and earth's supernatural powers.
Vaguely, it was like a spear thrust from the vast space.
The tip of the gun was pointed at Xia Ji and everyone behind Xia Ji.
All forces bounced away when they faced the tip of the spear.
Seeing that this group of cavalry has arrived, if they move forward, the heavy body of this cavalry will crush all the weaker ones under the bridge and into the weak water.
Da Brahma, Emperor Shitian, Cui Zhi, Wang Xiong, Zhang Jin, Fang Chuyu, and many monks, monks, heroic warriors stopped and attacked one after another.
But these attacks are sporadic after all.
The oncoming gun was already a bridge of intense airflow, but the indestructible blow was condensed.
Before this shot even arrived, it had already torn apart all sporadic attacks.
Miaomiao hugged the confused Xiao Su and huddled behind Xia Ji. She couldn't help showing fear on her face. She looked at the boy's back...
Only the back is blocking thousands of troops.
But, can it be stopped
Miaomiao's mind went blank.
Xia Ji really didn't want to show his Dharma body.
because…
Although the Dharmakaya is himself.
But it cannot be fully used in the human world.
Therefore, the transformed semi-finished Dharmakaya will look ugly and "leave secrets".
But at this time, he had to show up.
So, he took a step forward.
As soon as he stepped on the ground, his figure began to change in a posture that was obviously extremely slow and had a sense of hierarchy, but it was instantaneous with the speed of thought.
Nine bad omens, Black Emperor, Mirage Lord, Zhu Rong, Fire King, Mrs. Gou Yi, White Phoenix, Counter-Entropy Lord, Fire Girl, Undertaker...
The nine omens merge into one, melting into the tenth flame of heaven and earth's most hot sun - Source Flame, which originates from the source of calamity itself.
The ten flames merged into one, attached to Xia Ji's body, stimulating his strength, so that the pores on his body no longer existed, but turned into a pitch-black scale armor.
The scales are as black as an abyss, with lava flowing between them, fire rings scattered around, and light spots trembling...
But his figure was raised to an extremely condensed three feet, and he grabbed the Underworld Knife from his arms.
The sword changes according to the heart, and in an instant it changes into three feet.
In Xiao Ming's timid voice of happiness and surprise, which had not yet completely changed, Xia Ji suddenly raised the dark knife of death and collided hard with the rolling torrent of steel.
At this time, Xiao Ming realized what he was doing and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Cut, fucking chop!!"