"Yan Leizi, what happened back then was not what you saw..." Chong Xuanzi's voice. With regret and sorrow for his master, before leaving, he looked back at Yan Leizi with a complicated look.
There is no wind in the starry sky. Even if there is wind, it is caused by magical powers. At this moment, the storm before Longpanzi's departure shredded the red light in the crack and opened all the seals on it, making the colorful world clearly revealed In front of Wang Lin.
Along with the flashes of the colorful glow, a roar with madness suddenly came from the crack. This roar was like a wild beast, revealing bloodthirsty and killing.
Listening to this roar, Wang Lin calmed down. He silently looked at the colorful cracks, and after a long time he looked back at Yan Leizi behind him.
Yan Leizi's eyes were always looking at the direction where the two of Chongxuanzi were leaving in the distance, and the hatred in his eyes was extremely strong.
Wang Lin didn't know the cause and effect of this deep hatred between Yan Leizi and Chong Xuanzi, but he fled from Yan Leizi to Luo Tianhou and did everything he could to finally launch a battle between Luo Tian and the Alliance, which shows that this hatred is as deep as the sea!
"I can't help you in this matter..." Wang Lin sighed secretly. He knew the power of hatred, which was enough to make people crazy.
Yan Leizi was silent. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, bowed to Wang Lin, and said in a low voice, "The relationship between the younger generation and the Chongxuanzi is a private matter. Don't take it seriously. The overall situation is important now. The younger generation knows... At the end, if the junior dies, everything will disappear. If he died in battle, the same will be the case... But if neither of me died in the end, then it will be the day when the younger generation seeks revenge!" The hatred in Yan Lei's eyes was deepened by him. Hidden from the ground, he has been cultivating for many years and can endure forever, so he doesn't care about patience for a little longer.
He will never forget the scenes back then. He and Chongxuanzi were the best friends in the past, and it was precisely because of the invitation of Chongxuanzi that he joined the cultivation alliance with the two Taoists.
The three of them often talked about Taoism. He was cherished by Chongxuanzi’s knowledge and opinions, and was willing to obey him, and that Chongxuanzi was also very polite to him. The two were like gentlemen's friends, although they were like water, but with the years. Elapsed, mellow as wine.
However, all of this has been completely changed due to one thing. Yan Leizi often woke up in meditation at that time, and the scene deeply engraved in his memory would always make him clenched his fist fiercely, and burst into anger and shame. Growled at the limit.
He didn't want to recollect, but the memory stayed there deeply and became the source of the tingling in his heart. The thorn deep in the flesh was already rotten, giving off a rotten smell, and darkening his flesh and blood. The pain of his life!
Wang Lin sighed secretly and shook his head and said: "No matter, if you can absorb the power of the incense black dragon, you will be good fortune. Now I want to enter this colorful world, there are many crises in it, you must not follow..."
Yan Leizi nodded his head and said goodbye to Wang Lin. He turned and walked away. His back was a little declining, showing a sense of oldness and helplessness, and faintly implied loneliness.
When Yan Leizi faded away, Wang Lin looked back. The enmity between Yan Leizi and Chongxuanzi obviously involved their privacy, and Wang Lin would not guess, nor would he want to guess.
Although the story is immersed in the years, it must be very hurt to think about it, like the water in the palm of the palm, even though it flows away, there is still a cold feeling in the palm, covering the warmth in the palm and spreading its whole body...
In silence, Wang Lin turned and walked towards the colorful world. His steps were not fast, but every step he took was firm. He did not look back, nor did he hesitate. In three steps, he entered the second colorful world he entered in his entire life!
Arrays of colorful lights pervade this world, reflecting everything on the ground in the colorful colors. At a glance, this place is beautiful and colorful, and it is easy to get lost in it.
Colorful, like a rainbow!
Standing in the sky of this colorful world, Wang Lin looked around. The colorful world here is not the same as the place where he entered. Although there are mountains everywhere, from a distance, these peaks are scattered and formed into a huge The formation!
This formation is composed of nearly one hundred thousand mountains, and under the dense coverage, it gives people an extremely mighty feeling.
Every mountain peak is part of the formation. Surrounded, the deeper the mountain peak, the more majestic. The mountain peak at its deepest point straight into the sky, surrounded by colorful clouds and mist, revealing Outside, only half of the mountain.
It's nothing more than that, but what is even more shocking is that on the top of each of the hundred thousand mountains, there is a monk sitting cross-legged.
They are not talking, but wailing in pain! The wailing voices merged together to become a tragic and terrifying voice!
This sound cannot be heard outside the Seven Colors Realm, but inside the Seven Colors Realm, it directly rushes into the mind, like a hundred thousand souls roaring and struggling, shaking the world.
Every monk on the one hundred thousand mountains, in his cross-knee, there will be a number of sharp stone thorns penetrating the body, and they will appear ferociously from their bodies. From a distance, they are meditating here and there. Obviously it was being forcibly pressed there, and the body was imprisoned by that sharp thorn!
Each of these monks raised their heads, looking at the sky with godless eyes, and making unconscious wailing in their mouths.
The blood seemed to flow endlessly, flowing down from these monks, spreading along the stone thorns to the mountain peak, as if it would not dry up, and flow down the mountain peak.
This blood was originally not much, and each mountain is just the blood of one person. For the huge mountain body, it is really insignificant... But everything can't resist the years. With the passage of these years, it will disappear. The blood will gradually increase... As long as the imprisoned monks do not die, as long as their bodies are still producing blood...
A wisp of red smoke floated from each mountain peak, twisting straight to the deepest point to the end of the mountain peak, in the colorful clouds.
One hundred thousand mountains, one hundred thousand monks!
Among these 100,000 cultivators, half of them are impressively marked on their eyebrows, and they are all outside cultivators! The other half is obviously from the league and is solidified here. I don't know how many years of struggle they have struggled.
The bloody breath wafted in this colorful world, seemed to blend into the light of Hua Qicai, making this beautiful colorful color also become strange.
One by one, phantoms that floated like ghosts drifted blankly among the 100,000 mountains, and from their mouths, there were waves of murmurs.
Among the hundreds of thousands of mountains, there are also walking corpses, walking slowly in confusion. They can't get out of the hundreds of thousands of mountains. Their clothes are damaged and their eyes are gray.
Wang Lin silently looked at everything in front of him. After a long time, he walked forward slowly and entered the hundred thousand mountains. The moment he stepped in, suddenly, the hundred thousand mountains seemed to be covered. Triggered a certain kind of prohibition, and the endless wailing that has always been stern, suddenly stopped at this moment.
The monks on every mountain peak, at this moment, their blank eyes looking at the sky, they moved together, all of their eyes were like sharp swords, looking directly at Wang Lin! They were no longer wailing in their mouths, and their confused eyes were immediately replaced by a resentment, staring at Wang Lin firmly.
With the eyes of these 100,000 weird monks condensed, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his footsteps paused slightly.
At the same time, the mumbling of the large number of inscribed people floating among the hundreds of thousands of mountains also stopped, and their godless eyes stared at Wang Lin one by one.
It is like Wang Lin's stepping in, causing the balance that originally existed here to be suddenly broken, and it seems that a living person suddenly appeared among a group of dead people, and at the same time it was extremely abrupt, being repaired by all the dead.
"Blood... Blood..." In this extremely quiet, a whimper with gasping, slowly spread throughout. This voice came from a monk from outside the world on the closest mountain to Wang Lin. out.
With the appearance of this voice, more whimpering voices rose to the sky, and all the monks heard the same words!
"Blood...Blood..." The eyes of the hundred thousand cultivators were suddenly red, and they had lost their minds, staring at Wang Lin fiercely, and there was an increasingly stern roar from their mouths.
At this moment, the monk on the top of one of the mountain peaks spouted a mouthful of blood. As soon as the blood came out, it instantly turned into a blood mist, and in that blood mist, there seemed to be countless shadows flickering.
Immediately afterwards, more monks spewed blood at the same time, and the mist that blood turned into immediately filled the top of the Hundred Thousand Dashan Mountain, continuously merging with each other.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed with cold, and after a pause, he took a step forward without any hesitation. The speed was fast enough to break through all the world of nothingness. With the sound of booming and resounding, Wang Lin's figure was like electricity and charged directly. To the front.
He was extremely fast. Before those red mists could fully merge, he had already rushed quite far, stepped into the depths of the hundred thousand mountains, and headed straight for the highest mountain.
In a blink of an eye, Wang Lin's body was approaching the highest mountain. The moment he saw it, he saw a scene that made him take a deep breath!
From this position, he could clearly see that the one hundred thousand mountains here are not connected to the earth, but are held up by a huge petrified basalt beast. The one hundred thousand mountains are impressively pressed on the back of the basalt. !
Or in other words, these 100,000 mountains are not mountains at all, but the thorns on the back of this huge basalt!
That Xuanwu is so big that it occupies the entire colorful world. In the distance, on the Xuanwu's hideous head, there is a person sitting cross-legged. This person looks middle-aged, but there is an eternal breath from his body. He is sitting cross-legged. There, there is no vitality.
His body seemed to be connected with this basalt. On its heavenly spirit, there was a sharp thorn that protruded three inches. If you look closely, you can clearly see that this sharp thorn protrudes from under him and penetrates. At the same time as his body, it penetrated his body, broke his skull, and a three-inch tip appeared!