If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

The heavens wept blood, and the void tore apart.

When the gods and out-of-body monks of the Void Battlefield rushed to face the blood rain, they could only see thick blood floating like a sea of ​​bones, traces of flames and thunder all over the place, and the land was scorched black.

Jianxiu's long sword was stuck in the chest of the strange beast, but the headless corpse knelt towards the endless starry sky, rotting and broken.

The relics are like worthless marbles, rolling through the blood mud full of holes, covered in dust and smoke, and quietly fragmented.

All the monks were shocked by this tragic battle.

Stunned, shocked, sad, and extremely painful guilt.

"In this Book of Heroes...all the seniors who left their names are dead."

The cultivator of Tianjizong caressed the book in front of him, as if he could smell the blood of that battle through this page, "The lair of the alien beast has been destroyed, and the war should be over."

The war seemed to be really coming to an end.

When Daochang's body and soul died, the wisp of insatiable parasitism was transferred to the Book of Heroes.

Through the outer body of the Book of Heroes, I can't tire of seeing the remaining out-of-body monks from the Eight Great Immortal Sects gather together. There is unspeakable pain on everyone's face, and there is also a trace of joy that is not easy to detect.

They teamed up with the demon cultivator Moxiu, and decided to wipe out all the strange beasts in one fell swoop, so as to prevent future troubles forever.

Lost the immortal level combat power, and there is no continuous follow-up supplement of alien beasts, it seems that he no longer has the strength to fight against the monks with various means.

The alien beasts retreated steadily.

Where monks ride the clouds, no one can stop them.

As if they had foreseen the outcome of the victory in this war, the monks in the spirit world held a feast to celebrate at the entrance of the Void Battlefield near Kunlun Fairy Mountain.

The fragrance of the fine wine spreads for hundreds of miles, the fine nectar and jade liquid, and the delicacies on the jade plate.

Everyone sits in twos and threes, compares swords and discusses Taoism, drinks happily, and laughs and talks about killing enemies and demons.

The news of the victory ahead kept coming, and the atmosphere of hilarity shrouded Kunlun in the rear. A famous monk took off his blood-stained battle robe and raised his glass to join the grand celebration.

"Daoyou Li!"

"Fellow Daoist Xun is here too? It's really not easy for me to come to this celebration banquet alive." A newcomer was led over by his shoulders, "Haha, Fellow Daoist Xun, don't be so tense, the battle is over. Why are you still so nervous?"

The monk surnamed Xun sat down, the sorrow on his face dissipated, he shook his head and smiled: "There are still a few batches of strange beasts that have not been killed, how can you relax?"

Someone laughed loudly: "The remaining alien beasts are just turtles in the urn, what kind of troubles can they cause? Even if they come to this celebration banquet and come in front of us, we have so many monks here, and we still can't kill them!" clean?"

"Fellow Daoist Xun, why don't you choose the entrance of the Void Battlefield instead of other places for the celebration banquet?"

Someone sneered again, "We are waiting for them! If you dare to come, then you don't have to go! The bones of the ancestors are not cold, how can they be allowed to be presumptuous here!"

When it comes to the ancestors, there is silence in the arena.

Everyone's faces darkened slightly, and they all turned their eyes to the Book of Heroes stored in the Ten Thousand Years Black Jade Coffin on the top of the Kunlun Immortal.

Many monks raised their hands to fill up the wine cups at the same time, bowed down, and spilled the cups of sake on the ground.

"They can be regarded as immortals."

Someone whispered, "In a different form, she has become a fairy in our hearts."

A low sigh sounded, and the sorrowful melancholy permeated the air.

But soon, he was overwhelmed by the joy of the war's imminent victory.

The celebration banquet lasted for seven days and seven nights.

But at the end of the seventh day, it was suddenly broken.

There are singing and dancing in the ear, the music is overwhelming, and the laughter is constant.

When the wine was full, a monk grabbed the jug with drunken eyes, lowered his head to pour the wine, shook his hand, stared at the sky reflected by the wine in the half-full glass for a long time, terrified.

"The sky... is broken!"

The wine cup was suddenly knocked over, waking up the entire fairy mountain.

Before all the monks had time to react, a smear of scarlet suddenly cut across the bright sky, like a sharp bloodstain.

A strange howl came out.

The crack was tightly squeezed by countless big hands and expanded infinitely. Immediately, strange beasts rushed out like a tide, entwined with a strange aura, and charged into the spirit world.

The many monks were taken aback for a moment, and they woke up in an instant. Immediately, their brows and eyes sharpened, and they rushed to the sky.

"Stop them!"

"kill--!"

The smell of alcohol is three points, and the sword is full of meaning.

Before the hot blood on the robe was dry, he went up to the enemy again.

As the monk said, this celebration banquet is held in Kunlun, which is the last line of defense stationed in the spirit world. As long as they are here, even if these strange beasts attack from behind the battlefield, they can only enter the spirit world by stepping on their bones .

Just as the monks at the celebration banquet suddenly showed their precious lights and shot up into the sky, there was also the sound of chasing and killing from the cracks in the void passage.

"Fellow Daoist ahead, help me!"

"Stop them, never let them in!"

The monks from the Void Battlefield followed closely, and they flanked the monks from Kunlun Xianshan, blocking all the strange beasts in the sky.

No matter in terms of number or combat power, these strange beasts are stragglers and have no power to fight.

However, when all the monks' spells were poured out and surged up, it was strange to find that these strange beasts did not resist, like fish and meat at the mercy of others, honestly, they received all the spells without even hiding Moves, or thin or huge bodies, are blown into flying ash in the blink of an eye.

"what happened?"

"Didn't they come to sneak attack?"

"Is it an illusion?"

A group of monks looked at each other in blank amazement.

And in front of the closest to the beast, someone suddenly exclaimed: "What is that?"

Before the words fell, the fly ash transformed from the bodies and souls of those strange beasts suddenly turned into wisps of gray mist.

A gust of wind howled high above the sky, and the gray mist was suddenly blown away, filling thousands of miles.

Wherever the gray fog permeates, the sky suddenly becomes dim, and the light is gradually swallowed up.

"Get out of the way!"

"Don't touch that gray fog! It's the spirit of a strange beast..."

The shouts sounded one after another, and many monks retreated one after another to avoid the spreading gray fog.

However, it seemed that the gray mist could not be shaken off at all, as if it would not disperse, sticking to all the monks like a shadow.And all monks who are touched by the gray mist will have their bodies alienated.

Layers of spells lit up, and large arrays crashed down.

But none of them could stop the gray mist from spreading.

Wherever the fog passes, the vegetation withers, and it is described as ghostly, as if thousands of years have passed in a flash, it is dilapidated and extremely dilapidated.

If this gray fog is allowed to go on, the entire spiritual world will be swallowed up sooner or later.No one would have thought that the alien beasts who were forced to a stranger would choose such a tactic as to almost die together.Even if the Tianji sect could glimpse the secrets of the universe, it didn't count this sudden change.

In order to stop the mist, the cultivator who transformed himself into the head of the Eight Great Immortals had to invite out the secret treasure of the fairy world, the Wanxiang Mirror.

The omnipotent mirror refracts endless illusory space out of thin air, allowing the mist to spread in it, temporarily curbing its attack in the spirit world.

But this is just a way to delay, not once and for all.What's more, the spiritual world at this time has been polluted to a corner, and this corner also includes a part of the Kunlun Fairy Mountain area.

Kunlun Fairy Mountain is the place where the spiritual world has ascended since ancient times, and it is the place where the spiritual energy of the spiritual world is born, and it must not be easily abandoned.Moreover, there are still monks who are polluted but not completely alienated.

All the strange beasts were dead, but before they died, they dealt the heaviest blow to the spirit world.

The war that was supposed to end fell into a stalemate for a while.

However, this stalemate did not last long.

A few days later, the Eight Great Immortal Sects received a letter of communication from several cultivators who had been infected and stayed in the gray mist area, inviting them to discuss the matter at the edge of the Vientiane Mirror.

Insatiably looking in the book of heroes shrouded in gray mist, he could only see half of the sky at that time was crimson red, with the scorching sun shining, and half of the gray mist surged like a group of snakes, dim and dull, and in the center was an ancient clumsy stone mirror shining in the sky, The entire sky was neatly divided into two halves, exuding an air of chaos.

The cultivators of the Eight Great Immortal Sects stood under the scorching sun with serious eyes.

One of the Lanyi Sect's cultivators who turned into gods had an unbelievable expression on his face, and said to the people in the mist, "Brother, what are you talking about?"

The gray mist was thin, and the figures standing inside were a little blurry, and the voice that came out was also low and hoarse: "Junior Brother, be more stable. You are already a transformation spirit, if you continue to make such noise, you will not be able to hold your breath." , how do you let me feel at ease to hand over the Lanyi School to you?"

"Don't worry, just come out!"

The Lanyi Jiaohua God said angrily, "I don't believe that there are many capable people in the spiritual world, and there is really nothing I can do with this strange beast spirit! You don't want me to take the poor position of Lanyi Jiaojiao, I don't believe it at all! You Isn’t it alright now? There must be a way…”

He roared, his voice became hoarse, and he suddenly fell silent.

There was a moment of silence in the arena.

At this time, the God Transformation of Xuanjianzong suddenly said: "Use the Wanxiang mirror to open up the mirror world, cut off a corner of the spirit world, survive with a broken arm, and seal the spirit of the strange beast into the mirror... This method is feasible. We, Xuanjianzong, accept .”

The God of Transformation of Lanyi Sect suddenly raised his head, and looked at the God of Transformation of Xuanjianzong with red eyes: "It doesn't hurt to stand and talk... There is not a monk of Transformation God of Xuanjianzong on the opposite side. Of course Jianzong is willing to accept..."

"There are indeed no Xuanjianzong monks inside."

Xuanjianzong's Huashen stood with his sword behind his back, glanced at Xuanjianzong's direction from a distance, and said calmly, "Because they all died in the void battlefield."

"I am the only Transformation God of Xuanjianzong."

The sarcasm in the mouth of Lanyijiao's Huashen stopped abruptly, as if choked, he stared at Jianxiu in astonishment for a long while, then lowered his head.

"This battle."

"There is only one cultivator of the Xuanjian Sect, who is almost extinct. There are only three people left in the Tianyin Temple, all of whom are seriously injured. No one survived the Linglong Pavilion, and the beasts of the Wanshou Sect became extinct. The life of the gods is hundreds of years There are also Tianji Sect, Medicine Sacred Valley, Wanfamen, Lanyi Sect...all of them are disciples who have lost more than half of their disciples, and their vitality has been severely injured."

The voice in the mist swayed slowly, with a heavy breath, "We have paid too much for this battle, and we can't fall short."

"It's our fault that led to the current situation. If the ancestors of the heroic spirits knew it, they would surely come back to life and beat us up severely."

Smiling sighs came from the fog, and figures stood in it, looking at the other side of the omnipotent mirror, with an indescribably free and easy tone.

"So, give up on us."

The blood rain on the void battlefield has not yet cleared, but the soldiers who shed blood there will die in the most useless way.

But they have no choice.

It would be better to just die like this than to meet with your fellow fighters after being alienated.At least such uselessness protected another group of people.

"it is good."

"Fellow daoists, take care."

After a long time, someone responded with a hoarse voice.

Immediately, all the Transformation Gods lowered their heads together, bowed towards the gray mist, and with red eye sockets worked together to drive the omnipotent mirror above.

With the Vientiane mirror as the source, it reflects a mirror world.

A steady stream of gray mist was absorbed in, and Jianxiu cut away the boundless mountains and rivers with a single sword, split a polluted corner of the spirit world, and threw it into the mirror.

The sky and the earth, mountains and rivers, vegetation, birds and animals, all things are derived from mirror images.

At the end of the end of the world, this omnipotent mirror was also thrown into it, completely cutting off the possibility of releasing everything in the mirror.

Some of the monks received the mirror and looked back out of the mirror.

"One day, I hope to meet fellow Taoists again."

The crack in the sky slowly healed, and the spirit world could no longer be seen.

Being sealed into the mirror world together with the Book of Heroes, an unspeakable enlightenment rose in Wuyan's heart.

However, before he could fully comprehend this, the spiritual thoughts he had parasitized on the Book of Heroes suddenly dissipated, as if the entire mirror world spread over the entire mirror world in the blink of an eye, and thousands of pairs of eyes grew out.

He saw that the monks who were sealed into the mirror world fell into a strange alienation.

There is no loss of control, no madness, but a change in appearance.

The cultivation bases of their bodies gradually disappeared, and the powerful monks in the past were reduced to gray-haired mortals dangling on crutches.

All the blood-stained battle robes were put away, and all the jade slips and cheats for cultivation were dimmed.

Some people couldn't bear this gap, practiced madly, and finally died of madness.

There are also people who are single-minded and persistent, and will not regret it until death.

There are also people who become real mortals, get married and have children, live a mediocre life, and live a life of quarreling over food, rice, oil, salt, and occasionally lean on the recliner on the porch, hugging their grandson and recalling the spiritual world back then.

"Great-grandfather, you used to be so powerful, like a fairy! Then, great-grandfather, why don't you fly to the sky now and kill demons?"

"Because... grandpa is old."

With a sigh, it was scattered in the smoke and fire of the world, leaving no trace.

In this way, generations are born and die.

Stories about the spirit world have gradually become real stories, and no one will believe the nonsense of flying into the sky and escaping from the earth told by old men and women who can't speak clearly.Except that they look different from mortals, they will be somewhat alienated and weird. They are no different from mortals in the spirit world in life, old age, sickness and death.

Until the first ray of divine sense in the Book of Heroes awakened.

"Becoming a mortal and being sealed until death, are you... willing?"