Chapter 70 The Fifth Lamp

The originally high mountains in the northwest have now become an unobstructed plain. I can see far away, but I can't see anything...because there is nothing at all.

People stand in the middle, as if they can never reach the end. The sky is vast, and life and death seem to be narrow, not to mention the ups and downs of life, not to mention the glory of the world.

Zou Yanlai bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, and the moment of sobriety was like a flashback, and was quickly buried by that vastness.

The repeated small array, although it is called a small array, but one centimeter of it is a layer, and another centimeter is superimposed in multiples, and the size can be infinite.

Zou Yanlai stopped, pulled out the sword from his waist, knelt on one knee on the ground, and nailed the long sword into the ground.

The hilt of the sword was down, trembling slightly, and a chilling wind came from nowhere, making the place where the sword stopped like a tomb, and a small sound like a buzzer came from the dead ground, as if the surroundings were more empty. some.

Zou Yanlai pinched her brows and thought to herself, wouldn't it be troublesome if you didn't know the number of tired hands? In such a large area, which number will Shi Wuyuan use?

However, Shi Wuyuan didn't let him guess for a long time. Just when he stood still for a while, a thunderstorm hit the end of the northwest direction and hit the ground. The whole earth trembled, and a deep crack rushed over from a distance like cháo water, just rubbing Zou Yanlai's body across.

With some kind of destructive power, it swept across the entire plain.

Then the beeping of the sword stopped eerily, and after a while, a gust of wind rose from the cracks in the ground, carrying a certain salty smell from the depths of the earth, as if the deepest anger was ignited by fire.

The earth, which was trampled by all things and had been silent for thousands of years, suddenly became angry, and everything became more and more moving under repression. One day, all the mountains will be pushed away, all the snow will be shaken off, even if you put yourself away. It has also become riddled with holes and is about to roar.

Zou Yanlai was shaken by such a deep roar. He stared at all this in a stunned manner. He felt that he had suddenly become a child who was at a loss. Under the rumbling sound and the gust of wind, he looked like a bird that could be taken away at any time. mayfly.

His knees suddenly softened and he knelt down on the ground, as if there was some kind of power that was pressing on his neck, pressing him down desperately, asking him to bow down and worship something.

Then the fire started, and countless figures flashed through it, as if the empty plain was suddenly filled with countless resentful spirits, they were like shells swept away by the sea of ​​the end of the world, suddenly north and south, not knowing where to turn Where, like a handful of duckweed.

However, at this time, these duckweeds gathered together and finally changed the color of the entire sea. Their faces were blurred, and they didn't know whether they were men, women or children. They seemed to be just shadows. of fuel.

In an instant, from life to death, the history is full of history-from the beginning of this protracted war, from the establishment of this dynasty, from the collapse of the previous dynasty, from the first old man with white hair and beard to write on the first bamboo slip under the lamp From the first word, from the beginning of the growth of all things, from the beginning of the world, from the separation of the prehistoric universe from chaos...

In the end it all ended in ashes.

It seems that his whole life is only burned for this time, only for this time of sacrifice.

The fire gradually surrounded the whole world, Zou Yanlai opened his eyes wide, he suddenly understood - this is the corpse fire!

Back then, when there was a shortage of too many people, Zou Yanlai cast a corpse fire outside Guji City, using the bones of the deceased in the mass graves outside the city as an introduction, to burn out a peerless devil.

That fire directly sparked one of the fiercest battles and standoffs in thousands of years, sending grey snowflakes across the city.

But not such a big hand.

Zou Yanlai suddenly had some kind of delusion in his heart, he thought, what the hell is Shi Wuyuan using to attract this yīn corpse fire? Could it be that he really was a thunderbolt that split Avici hell, and put all the little ghosts on the ground, couldn't they make fuel together?

In the world's formations... there is no one who can cast the unprovoked right. If there are gods in the world, do gods have the ability like him?

Flip your hand to create the world, flip your hand to destroy it.

The corpse fire burned down on his body... Zou Yanlai gave a fierce jerk, and suddenly realized that Shi Wuyuan wanted to "use the spear of the other to attack the shield of the other". The three popes jointly blessed the threshing road, and now the Pope Withered, but the "nucleus" that the seniors have left in the Pope from generation to generation has not changed.

They will still have some kind of strange resonance with the whole mountain and river, as if it has melted into the bones and blood of the whole river and mountain. As long as this little bit of vitality continues, the threshing road will not be broken.

However, Shi Wuyuan stopped the threshing road at Sanyang Pass, set up a small array of repeated delivery, expanded the size and space to the point of being endless, and then burned this unprecedented corpse fire. All the souls who have been displaced and even died in the war and the chaotic world are all involved in it, the dead fill the road, and the grievances are soaring. Such a fierce place will inevitably lead to the backlash of the Pope's blessing.

Why Sanyang Pass?

Because less than a hundred miles to the north of Sanyang Pass is Dabodhi Mountain, to the west is less than three rivers, it is Jiulu Mountain, and to the south is less than a mountain range to the Tantric Valley.

No... Zou Yanlai panicked. The threshing road was like the heart of the imperial court. If the heart was cut off, the north and south would not be connected, and the southern gate would be over. At this moment, Bodhi Mountain was surrounded and the northwest was moving. What could save this terminally ill Sheji?

Do not!

He stood up abruptly, the weak tendon in his knee suddenly straightened, and the wind ripped open his bun, and some withered hair flew up and down in the air, just like the one on the altar twenty years ago. Just like Old Master Yan, he firmly held the hilt of the sword nailed to the ground, and his panicked and fearful eyes suddenly firmed up, just like countless martyrs.

Afterwards, Master Zou, who was born in the Tantric School and has experienced many ups and downs in the sea of ​​​​Huan, formed a seal with one finger in the sky. He closed his eyes, and the little light formed in the air was quickly destroyed by the boundless wind and fire.

Zou Yanlai was unmoved, his sword plunged three inches into the ground, and his foot stamped a heavy footprint on the ground, causing him to sink a little, still chanting incantations that no one could hear. .

I want to hit a wedge in this world full of wind and fire, and use my own flesh to extend the Pope's ancient blessing.

The incantation has been broken before it can be exported, and the seal has been scattered before it is formed. Zou Yanlai is like a spider still persevering in a hurricane.

Slowly, a strand of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and his back was still straight. Like a mayfly against a tree that is about to collapse.

This country has nurtured him, given him great fame, great glory, unattainable privileges, gave him a blow in the head, threw him from the clouds to the dirt, questioned his loyalty, questioned him his blood and sweat.

Today, he still knows that he can't do it, and still stands alone on this official road that has lasted for thousands of generations.

Although he died nine times, he still has no regrets.

Then he was finally overwhelmed by the vast wind and fire. After the violent collision, there was nothing on the ground. The ground at the threshing road rose a hundred feet high, leaving a deep stream in the middle that could not see the bottom.

However, on the edge of the cliff, there were footprints of a pair of people, three feet deep.

Overnight, the vicissitudes of life, so far, the last connecting line of the three popes finally fell apart. The oil lamp that had been burning in the "Friend's Temple" among the Mahayana Popes suddenly went out, and a plume of blue smoke fell.

The little disciple who added the lamp oil was startled. After being stunned for a moment, he ran out in a scrambling way, shouting all the way, "It's not good, it's not good..."

But accidentally plunged into the arms of an old man, he looked up blankly at their sect master who saw the dragon but not the tail, Master Zhiye looked at the extinguished lights, but smiled bitterly and said, "I know. , one day, there will be nothing in the world that can stop him."

The younger disciple looked at him for unknown reasons and said, "Sect Master..."

Master Zhiye poured out the oil from the oil lamp and said, "In this world, is there a method of corpse fire that can use the souls of thousands of generations as fuel? I just want to understand it now."

The younger disciple said, "Please teach the sect master."

Master Zhiye said: "It is the emperor's tomb in the dragon veins - the great ceremony of the emperors of my dynasty, Long Yubintian, was buried with clothes and crowns. The real emperor's tomb has always been the secret of this dynasty. The throne of kingship is the It was formed by the accumulation of blood and countless souls, and the corpse fire burned with the body of a true dragon will naturally make the Pope's blessing move unceasingly."

The younger disciple asked, "Since it's a secret, how could it be discovered?"

"It's a mountain lantern." Master Zhiye said, "When the seven mountain lanterns were raised, they borrowed luck for seventy years in order to ask the heavens for their orders. People like Yan Huaipu and Daozu just know the truth and don’t know why, and the ever-changing changes can reveal all the fortunes of my dynasty for thousands of years, not to mention the important emperor’s tomb.”

The younger disciple asked dumbly, "Have the practitioners understood it?"

Have the people who practiced it?

Master Zhiye sighed, but said ambiguously, "Who knows if he knows it?"

The dragon vein was destroyed, the main road was broken, and the fourth lamp and the fifth lamp were lit separately - do you want to borrow the power of Houtu to go against the emperor?

Master Zhiye slowly turned around and walked back to his own meditation room. He suddenly thought to himself that there are really people in this world, and they were born out of this.