The palace of gold still stands in the bloody world. The hazy golden light seems so out of place in the blood curtain in the sky...

There are countless halls in the palace. The most magnificent one is naturally the main hall.

In the main hall, Xier was laughing because she saw a yu plate on the tribute table ten feet in front of her.

In the yu disk, the round one is the size of a fist, and the fiery red one is just the heart of blood!

Her appearance is usually the same as what she picked and taken in this world. But in size, it is more than ten times different. When she reached the heart, Xier suddenly realized that the so-called side effect was simply because the blood she picked was not fully mature.

With a faint joy and a faint regret, Xier walked to the highest and deepest part of the hall, sitting on the throne behind the altar.

"It's a pity that things in the illusion cannot bring reality."

Xier sighed in her heart.

"Hahaha... Mingyue...one person...half..."

Behind the thick blood clouds, in the sky that was thousands of miles long, a pair of silver-white eyes closed and restrained after the bright moon took half of the blood heart...

............

A cliff of thousands of feet high, and it is hard to cross the birds.

However, in the Chaos Era where "Martial Arts" has almost reached the peak of the primary world, the cliffs are nothing.

Look, Shenzong's back cliff, jumped onto the back of the shadow.

The breeze held the sword and stood at the edge of the cliff with a faint breeze.

He was lit with a faint, blue gold light. Whether he was walking or talking or laughing, he would not spend half a day studying for himself.

But someone who is familiar with Qingfeng can find that he seems to be a little different now than usual.

It was slight, he was trembling.

Every month, there are always a few people, one day, which is even more difficult than in Shura Hell. If you get used to the extraordinary power, you must always learn to pay the price for this power.

But the price of blood and heart obviously does not come from blood and heart itself. Just like the gains and losses that Chu Xiang and others are paranoid, is the so-called balance of the way of nature?

The balance of Tao cares about gains and losses, but it does not mean that losing something is balance. Thinking about those ancient Qi practitioners, how could they be obsessed with gains and losses all day long?

Paranoia is a driving force and the greatest guarantee for Chu Xiang to stand on others.

Paranoia is also a kind of mistake. Whether it is the Buddha, the Supreme One, or even the Great Free Demon, paranoia is always the last moment and the biggest obstacle.

But who knows this and who cares?

If you are not paranoid, you are afraid that it will be gone long ago. Any road will be absolutely perfect, and what will it be at the end?

well...

............

The pain of the Qingfeng, the pain that penetrated the bone marrow. He never understood why even the pain of scraping the bones could be used to it. The side effects of blood and heart will not dilute with the passage of time.

It was a kind of pain that was fundamentally irrepressible in the soul. Qingfeng didn't even know whether he could always persist like he was now. The only thing he knew was that he had to persist.

Qingfeng is tired, and the whole day is even more tiring than fighting with masters for several months.

When the moonlight shines, it sprinkles again, and when the torture of the whole day and night passes, the breeze raises the greatest alertness and dares not relax at all.

The severe pain could only weaken about 20% of his combat power. Only after the severe pain and the sensation suddenly came was the time when he was weakest! I was afraid that his strength would be less than 50% left!

It has nothing to do with perseverance. The natural reaction of the body can't control it no matter how it is.

Widths of moonlight, weaving green gold, illuminating a small piece of land on the cliff of this sacred mountain.

Carrying the unfathomable broken rock, the breeze stood on the sword and slowly opened its closed eyes.

There was no sound of footsteps falling to the ground, but Qingfeng knew that someone was coming.

............

Chu Xiang, holding a wine pot, stood in the dark night, looking at a thin figure in the distance, shining in the blue light.

The pot is made of the best green yu, produced in Lantian, and produces smoke from the sun.

Wine is not necessarily the best wine in the world, but in this martial world, it is loved by a group of lonely people. The wine name is vague and unmarked.

The faint fragrance is as bright as before, just like the thin figure, still the same.

A long time ago, someone said: The Chaos Era will not become. People will not grow old, and their hearts will not be alienated.

The previous sentence has been proven to be an unchanging law, while the next sentence has become a joke.

But until today, until many years later, Chu Xiang discovered that whether it is a person or a heart, it will become.

"So it's just jokes."

Chu Xiang is isolated, whisper.

Drink happily, the wine is as fragrant as before, the faint afterglow returns to the mouth, and the faint fragrance penetrates the heart and penetrates the hole.

But there is always something called missing that has long been forgotten.

The wine is still the same pot of wine. Many years ago, when I threw it off the cliff, I thought I would not pick it up. I thought I had put it down, but in fact, I couldn’t put it down. Many years later, when I picked up the wine pot that I once thought I would never pick up again in my life, I still drank the wine that was like a good person, but I found that I no longer felt like I had before.

It turns out that throwing away is not letting go. Picking up is not being persistent. But how can you take it seriously completely mean letting go?

What exactly is letting go.

Chu Xiang started to be confused, then shook his head, took a sip of sake, and smiled at the breeze, who was thin but obviously taller.

It turns out that whether it is a person or a heart, it will change even in this game-like world...

............

Qingfeng saw it, and in the bloody world, he saw a white light.

Qingfeng's murderous aura is afraid that it is only under Xier in the entire Chaos Era.

Many years ago, his murderous aura had been transformed into murderous intent.

From simply accumulating murderous aura through quantity, to the first change of murderous intent, attacking and killing masters to obtain more murderous aura, and then to the second change, directly absorbing the target's murderous aura.

Qingfeng has long been on the road to the eighteen levels of hell and cannot turn back.

The world in Qingfeng's eyes is bloody, and the whole world is shrouded in countless subtle and red dots.

Red clouds, red rain, red sea, red lake.

In fact, many times, the selfless mood that can forget your worries is indeed the best cooperation with murderous intent. Any normal person is easily tortured by the distorted and deformed world.

Qingfeng did not hate Chu Xiang. Even if he took him on this path of no return, he would ultimately dominate his own choice.

At least, Chu Xiang is a rare individual in his eyes, not stained by red.

The clear Chu Xiang means that the man in white clothes will always be the same as before.

The greatest function of murderous intent is to determine whether the target is hostile to oneself. Only those that are clear can be trusted.

But after removing the last layer of disguise and facing the original heart, the clear one is so rare.

The entire Shenzong, Qingfeng can clearly see it, is less than the number of palms!

Today, Qingfeng saw another clear figure that he had never seen before.

Or, I have seen it before, but I am not familiar with it. Today, I have a layer of soft white light that makes people feel warm.

Qingfeng didn't want to take action, instinctively, he felt that he could not take action at the nv boy who was shrouded in white light, but he had to take action.

............

When she walked to the back cliff, she realized and finally understood what the "heart of a benevolent person" is.

Not killing is a kind of persistence. But she would rather keep this childish persistence.

Since leaving the retreat room, along the way, Mu Shi saw many disciples of the Shenzong, who would greet them in a friendly manner every time.

Mushe is a guest, not a prisoner. Naturally, she has full freedom in Shenzong.

Walking along the way.

Musée never takes shortcuts. But today, for some reason, it was today when she realized the truth that she really wanted to feel the feeling of flying down the cliff.

Nothing else, except her, all the masters at similar levels can fly over the eaves and walls...

Musée, just want to feel it.

Mushe saw the first unique figure, which was an isolated white shadow.

Since she left the seclusion, she has seen all kinds of people in the Shenzong.

They always have their own brilliance, no matter which one, they are all hopeful.

But Mu Shi suddenly realized that the man who once thought he must be surrounded by various lusters was so clean.

Instinctively, Mushe doesn't like the Shenzong, even if its reputation in the world is not bad.

Instinctively, Mushe felt that the underground of the Shenzong was full of death, and it seemed that there was something hidden.

But as a guest, as a rule-abiding guest, she did not go to investigate because of her excessive curiosity.

Mushe just doesn't like it, that's all.
To be continued...