Red Heart Survey

The Road of Bone Bone has been laid out for decades, and all the scheming is exhausted, so the picture is naturally not small.

Their purpose is to open the nether passage, so that the Bone God, who has been silent at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, can return to the human world and appear in the present world!

The mist generated by those heaven and earth is a clear proof, it is the mist that separates Yin and Yang, and this place will fall into darkness.

...

When Ling He arrived at Mingde Hall, it had already collapsed.

Even if he was lucky enough not to be disturbed by the Bone Dao cultivator, Zhou Tianjing's cultivation was not enough to protect himself.

This level of disaster is beyond his ability to deal with.

But he didn't want to run away.

At this time, he heard faint cries in the collapsed Mingde Hall.

He desperately planed away the bricks and tiles and set off the collapsed beams.

A little boy was crushed under the beam, his voice was hoarse from crying, and his left leg was probably broken.

Ling He picked him up and placed him on the relatively intact street.

Maybe there are people, maybe there are children!

Thinking like this, he went straight into Mingde Hall again.

Because he wasn't sure if there were any surviving children or where they were buried, he didn't dare to use Taoism too casually to avoid secondary harm.

Most places can only be moved and picked by hand, and only when it is certain that no one will be hurt will Taoism assistance be used.

It didn't take long before his hands were dripping with blood.

Fortunately, he rescued another child.

It was a girl with pigtails. Although she was unconscious, she was still breathing.

Ling He picked up the child carefully and was about to transfer her to a safe place.

Rumble!

He suddenly looked back!

Just before the street where he had placed the little boy, a new crack had opened!

Holding the child in his arms, Ling He rushed over as fast as he could, but he could only stand on the edge of the ground and watch the magma flow.

Where the little boy fell, there was only a small splash.

Ling He fell to his knees.

When manpower is exhausted.

With a tenacious heart like him, he looked up at the sky for a while, feeling desperate.

...

At this time, if someone can look down from a high altitude.

The brown earth cracked, red magma surged, houses collapsed, and humans fled...

And on top of all this, countless living souls are surging like a tide.

In the sea of ​​souls that covered the sky and the sun, there were countless unwilling lives surging.

Maybe it's just a cake vendor, or just a teacher, or just born, or a mother...

They either never hurt anyone, never did anything bad.

Or have done some petty theft, or had an argument with a neighbor.

Or a drunkard, or a good man...

But all, all.

Good or bad, old or young.

All of a sudden, on this day, they were swallowed up by disaster.

There are no bones left, and the soul cannot be preserved.

The abandoned Xiaolin Town seems to have become a bottomless abyss, containing everything and swallowing everything.

All the stories, honors and disgraces, love and hatred of Fenglin City.

Everything.

...

Going seven miles east of Fenglin City, a group of city guard soldiers ventured here.

Because of the ground fissure, the entire underground space is exposed in sight. Even earth and rocks could not hide the gloomy light from those formations.

"We've found it! We've found the source of the disaster! Hurry up and report to the general!" the leader shouted.

Then it was swallowed by the spewing underground magma.

And his team members continued to run wildly, and continued to shout: "The source of the disaster is in the east of the city! The source of the disaster is in the east of the city!"

"The source of the disaster is in the east of the city!"

"In the east of the city!"

"East of the city!"

City guard soldiers died in disasters one by one, and this voice has always been passed on.

Word of mouth, everyone relay.

But they never waited for their Lord to deal with the source of the disaster.

The last city guard soldier stumbled and rushed back to the barracks.

"General! General!" He shouted in a hoarse voice: "East of the city! East of the city!"

But I only saw a pile of broken armor, a mass of flesh and blood, and a piece of ruins.

That's the general's armor, that's the general, that's their barracks.

Their general had already died before them.

This tough fighter collapsed in an instant.

"ah!"

He jumped into a crack in the ground.

It wasn't these catastrophes that broke him, it wasn't the dreaded foe, the invincible goal.

It's that nothing they do seems to make sense.

...

Finally came the last moment.

Lu Yan, the second elder of Baigudao, used his dark eyes to communicate with the two worlds, control the living soul, and manipulate the formation of no birth and no death.

The Bone Messenger Zhang Linchuan stood silently aside, protecting the Dharma for him.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters all have calamities.

Countless living souls and sufficient catastrophic energy gathered at the original site of Xiaolin Town.

This place has long been anchored by the will of the Bone Venerable God.

The shadow from the netherworld begins to cover the world from here.

At this moment, a peaceful figure walked slowly.

Stepping over corpses, ruins, cracks in the ground, and places where blood flows.

There was no expression on his face, and his eyes didn't fluctuate in the slightest.

He is Wang Changji, perhaps the only remaining member of the Wang clan.

Because he has been living in isolation, even Zhang Linchuan doesn't know him very well.

His cultivation doesn't seem too strong, but the living soul walks around him, and the calamity avoids him.

Neither the Second Elder of the Bone Path nor the Bone Messenger remained silent. Because they all realized something.

Wang Changji walked slowly, without turning his head or turning his eyes away.

His steps were visually slow, but he reached Xiaolin Town very quickly.

This is a paradoxical feeling that almost makes the viewer feel disgusted and vomit blood.

Only Lu Yan could see it most clearly, every step he took was at the intersection of Yin and Yang.

It is not a straight line, nor does it indicate a plane or a three-dimensional. The intersection of the two worlds is not in the real meaning.

In front of Lu Yan hung a mirror that seemed to be made of white bones. The mirror surface was constantly changing, tracking Wang Changji's figure.

If it is not in the formation of no birth and no death, even if this bone mirror is very precious, it will not be able to do such a thing.

Under the gaze of Lu Yan and Zhang Linchuan.

Wang Changji finally arrived at the original site of Xiaolin Town.

In Xiaolin Town at this time, there was only a chaotic darkness left, and even the ruins no longer existed.

He stood outside the darkness and reached out into the "darkness".

He withdrew his hand.

From the darkness, he pulled out a small cauldron made of white bones.

A powerful and terrifying existence "passed" this little cauldron from the depths of the nether world.

And Wang Changji completed the handover.

He threw the tripod into the sky!

The white-bone cauldron spun yo-yo, rising against the wind.

After a while, the whole picture will be restored.

One person is tall and low, and three people hug each other. The ears of the tripod are two hand bones, and the body of the tripod is embossed with some ancient pictures.

It makes people want to go deep into it, but it can't be seen in any way.

When the white bone cauldron appeared, all the living souls and catastrophe qi had already boiled, making a strange howling sound like boiling water.

When the small bone cauldron turned into a large cauldron, those living souls and catastrophic energy poured in instantly, forming a terrifying torrent like a dragon sucking water.

And those resentment, unwillingness, fear... The negative emotions floating in the entire Fenglin city were caught by Wang Changji, like catching a long snake. The head of the snake was stuffed under the tripod, and the snake's body was still moving forward.

These negative emotions, burned under the bones of the dead, became the best firewood.

As for Wang Changji, standing beside the bone cauldron, his aura skyrocketed.

His skin turned completely pale, but amidst this paleness, there was a faint radiance of holiness and divinity.

This is the highest pursuit in the Bone Dao Code, and it only exists in the recorded bones.

And Wang Changji is the real Daozi of the Bone, an awakened Daozi of the Bone!

In the past, present, and future.

They are the absolute core of the Tao of Bones, the inevitable Holy Lord.