After doing all this, Bu Ning opened the door.
Xia Qiao and Zhang Biling looked at him blankly: "Where are you going?"
"Go to the Col." Bu Ning said.
Going to the dust is less than the col that was laid out in the past.
Xia Qiao and Zhang Biling didn't know the reason, but Bu Ning himself didn't know that. He just felt like he should be there, that's where everything comes from, he can always do something.
But when Bu Ning got there, he found that there were already people there.
Not a stranger, but the descendants of the judges who have met before. Not all of them came, but only a dozen or so people broke through the fog and came to the side of the mountain.
Zhang Biling recognized the Wu and Yang families, but Bu Ning didn't know them. He didn't even want to know.
He stood in front of the lake in the mountains and lakes of Tantan, dropped the stone formation and swept it with his back, and a barrier to keep strangers out was born on the spot.
This was probably the first time in his life that he didn't understand etiquette.
The descendants who were blocked by the barrier quickly explained: "Old Ancestor, we are here for no other purpose... I just know what formation the ancestors have set up here, our group of unworthy descendants are a bit shameless, want to come, want to come and try —”
Bu Ning circled the lake and counted the stones that were less than dusty. I didn't listen to what they were saying at all, but Zhou Xu was a little stressed and asked in a not very good tone: "What to try???"
Outsiders can't tell the difference between them, they just think this is what Bu Ning said. Immediately, they bowed their hands, a little awkwardly.
Finally, the head of the Wu family threw away his cane, saluted and said, "We want to share some."
Bu Ning finally straightened up and glanced at them.
At that time, he had already found a stone formation that was less than dust-stained with blood, just at the door of death. And he has also squeezed the wound on his hand again...
"We thought, if every descendant left a blood mark on this boulder, wouldn't it be... If there is anything in this pond in the future, we will all bear it together."
Bu Ning looked away from them, and finally shook his head and replied, "No need."
After he finished speaking, he smeared a smear of blood on the formation stone himself.
At that moment, the battle that had been in place for thousands of years changed when Bu Ning wiped the blood, and a golden thread was pulled thinly towards him.
This burst was originally not connected to the dust, but now because of his blood, there is a slight implication with him.
He couldn't enter the cage of Wen Shi, but he was still connected to the cage.
Immediately afterwards, the lake water surged into the sky, and in the next second it turned into a black fog covering the sky and the earth. Those black fogs were like a long dragon that could penetrate the sky, spinning rapidly towards a certain place.
But there was nothing there, just a void. As if there was an invisible vortex trying to sweep the endless fog.
This scene shocked everyone.
Xia Qiao let out a low voice and broke into the fog. While looking for Bu Ning, he asked loudly, "What's going on?!"
Bu Ning said softly: "These black mists are not real, they are reflections of Master. Because of the connection between this formation and Master, we can see it here, just like the moon in the mirror. As for the return of the long dragon..."
That's when I smell...
***
It was Wen Shi in the cage, and he was taking all the karmic relationships that had not been scattered for thousands of years in the Great Seal Array into his body.
There are too many fates, and he went from standing to kneeling in the formation at some point. From being solitary and straight, to bowing and curling up in the scorched earth.
But he never stopped.
A moment of confusion, he thought. It may be destined by God that he will have this empty body after he has stripped away his spiritual appearance, and because of this body that is different from ordinary people, he can absorb this world of dust in this way.
He is very happy.
It was himself who came here a thousand years later. And he has a point or two of "strengths" that don't make him completely powerless.
It's just a lot of dust...
He seemed to be sitting here on his knees for a thousand years, but he still couldn't finish it all.
Those things are like a sea, endless and endless. He was thinking, how did Chen Dao endure these things back then, and would there be a moment when he felt tired and tired.
He absorbed so much, but he still didn't see a figure that was invisible to the dust.
Maybe another thousand years of kneeling.
When smelling it, he thought vaguely, and at the moment when this thought came to him, he suddenly felt a little strange. It was as if someone suddenly gave him a hand, sending the vast ocean of dust away.
Then the second, the third...
He stood on the ground and looked up. There is still only himself in the cage, and there is still no shadow of anyone else in the formation.
And he didn't have the energy to think about it.
After an unknown amount of time, the thick ink-like dust finally became lighter. When smelling, he blinked slowly from the chaos, and the blurred focus was slightly clearer.
He vaguely saw a touch of white...
So he swallowed the stench of blood that filled his heart and his throat, and stretched out his hand there.
He fumbled for a while, and found fingers that were not dusty. That hand once took him out of the dead place, walking through the snowy sea of Songshan Mountain. In his past memory, it has always been dry and warm.
But at this time, it was ignorant and cold as ice.
You will wake up.
I couldn't see clearly when I smelled it, so I just clenched that hand and said stubbornly in my heart.
you will wake up...
Wait until I get these cleaned up.
He caught the person he wanted to catch at the end of thousands of dust.
At that moment, the last black mist melted away and got into his body. A pale golden mark emerged from under his ear.
He waited for a thousand years, and finally drove this mark away from Chenbuo's body.
It's a little uncomfortable, but it's worth it.
The golden scar almost burned at the base of his ear, and when he smelled it, he bowed and curled up again. But he gritted his teeth and didn't let out a sound.
He just moved his fingers at the last minute.
There was still a puppet thread between his fingers. When he first started learning puppet arts, the first thread was Chen Dao's teaching him to go around.
Since then, it seems like it can't be solved anymore.
Those puppet lines tensed instantly under his action, and then, twelve loud whistles sounded all around the great formation at the same time. It was his puppet, there were twelve in total.
Controlled by the spirit phase he peeled off, it always surrounds the great formation.
For a while, he forgot why he left these puppets. Now he understands, maybe it's for this moment.
Chen is less than a half-immortal body, and no one can suppress it after the divine scourge is added, and can only rely on the sealing formation.
But he is different.
He only has a nearly blank body now, and his complete spiritual appearance is still pressed in the heart of the cage. He can control twelve of the most ferocious beasts, and can help him complete the final blow.
Look, there's no one better suited to do this than him.
In the end, when smelling, the fingers clasped in the crevices of the fingers where the dust could not be found.
Back then, when he climbed out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and saw that cyclist, he forgot the cold and pain. Now, he is holding the hand that cannot be touched by the dust, and he should also forget the loneliness of that moment.
Close your eyes when you smell it.
The next moment, twelve giant puppets swooped towards him, like a sea of fire pouring down.
…
At the moment when the huge blow slammed down, the person in the sealing formation who had been suppressed for a thousand years and could not be freed suddenly struggled.
His fingers were pale and cold, as if trying to grasp something, but they were empty.
Then the bird feathers, bead strings, and red ropes wrapped around his psychic wrist lit up, just like every time before...
There was such a saying a long time ago. It is said that when someone dies, ask eighteen monks to recite the scriptures day and night. As long as the heart is sincere, those blessings will leave their mark.
There are deep and shallow imprints, the shallow ones have more blessings, and the deep ones can protect that person for a long life.
But in fact, there is another saying, which is much more fierce than this one, and I don't even know it when I hear it.
It is said that when a person is about to die, if there are blessing beads that have recited the scriptures for hundreds of years and the closest personal objects, and they are soaked with blood all over the body, they can protect a person with the blessings they have never enjoyed in their life.
The blessing left in that way is heavier than any imprint, and it can ensure the peace and joy of that life from generation to generation.
On the first day of the twelfth lunar month that year, he could not drink the tea cooked on Songyun Mountain. But he knew it was Wen Shi's birthday...
Since it was his birthday, he should always give something.
He can only send this.
He has carried Fuzhu since he was a boy, and he has been carrying it with him for hundreds of years. The blue bird Cuiyu is the one who can't let go, and the puppet line is the deepest connection between them.
…
In the great formation that day, the sea of blood meandered, dyeing the snow-white puppet line bright red, and it has not faded since then.
The blessing he promised to go out hit the smell of life, so a door that had never been before was born outside Liuhe, replacing the original cycle of reincarnation.
The door was quiet, dark, silent and invisible. Later, it got a name called Wuxiang.
This was something he himself hadn't thought of.
Only in very occasional moments, he would suddenly feel a tall and lonely shadow walking on a long and endless road.
And he seemed to be leaning against the door on the top of Songyun Mountain, looking at each other from behind.
In this way, I watched twelve reincarnations for a thousand years.
Fireworks