Unremarkable grandfather

"That's the end of the conversation, you can make your own decisions." As she said that, the woman separated a trace of her soul and attached it to the soul-cultivating wood.

And she herself stepped out of the arrow and stood aside.

The soul-nourishing wood can nourish the soul and feed back oneself, and it can also be used as a means of restricting these people.

As soon as she left the arrow, the arrow suddenly disappeared, it was taken away by Zhou Tai.

Even if these people submit to the supporting arrows of the Jiutian Extreme Thunder Bow, it is impossible for him to leave them.

Seeing her make a decision, the other three hesitated for a moment, and then followed suit, separating their spirits and handing over their arrows.

"you……"

Among the six people, only the middle-aged man and the elderly are still struggling.

As time passed by, the middle-aged man still gritted his teeth and chose to continue living.

The old man's eyes swept across others with deep hatred.

Mouth opened and closed, and said a string of words that no one else could hear,

Then, I chose to Nirvana by myself.

Because he was too weak, no one could hear him.

But everyone understood that he was cursing, cursing at the top of his voice.

Six arrows appeared in his hands, and a gleam of joy flashed across Zhou Tai's face.

Each arrow corresponds to a source of thunder, as long as the two are completely fused, the power can be multiplied several times.

As for the souls of the five people, they were allowed to stay in the Thunder Cloud Palace without a suitable physical body.

The Thunder Prison in his palm dissipated, he thought for a while, and decided to go back to the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Clans and continue the previous work.

……

Mexico day, in the sky of death.

Zhao Chuan and Si Er finally got close to the center, which was a white hall.

Even in such a strange place as the death screen, it still maintains its original shape and has not been corrupted.

The door was closed tightly, and the plaque on the door disappeared.

Zhao Chui stretched out his hand and pushed the door open, only to hear a creak, and more intense black air gushed out from inside.

The golden rays of light around one person and one tiger vibrated at a distance, and were almost scattered away.

With a low growl, Si Er jumped over Zhao Chui and rushed inside.

The figure was instantly swallowed by darkness.

"Four ears!"

Zhao Chuan was startled, shouted, and followed quickly.

However, he has lost track of his four ears.

There is a strange law here.

He had no choice but to grope forward in the dark.

Soon, he sensed the regularity of the laws around him.

Progressing in a straight line, the law gradually intensifies.

So, he ran all the way.

At this moment, four angry growls came from the ears, the ground shook, and the surrounding laws violently surged.

"Four ears!"

Zhao Chuan yelled anxiously, but Si Er didn't respond, instead he was fighting with something unknown.

The whole process lasted for half the disappearance before gradually subsiding.

The surrounding laws have returned to their previous state again.

Zhao Chuan was anxious, but he had no choice but to grope towards the place where the laws were the strongest.

After a while, he approached the center.

On both sides of his cheeks, he could clearly feel the breeze blowing past.

After walking forward a few brisk steps, a long and narrow crack appeared in front of my eyes.

"There is actually an entrance to a small world hidden here." Zhao Zui was extremely surprised.

"Did the four ears get inside?"

Thinking so in his heart, he didn't hesitate for long before stepping into the crack.

The surrounding scenery changed, and he came to a dark world.

The sky was gloomy and oppressive, and there were strands of black breath everywhere.

These breaths are not as scattered as outside, but gathered and entangled, forming thin lines, criss-crossing, filling the whole world.

With a light touch of Zhao Chuan's hand, these thin threads were easily broken.

However, the port seems to be alive, drilling towards his fingertips.

A tyrannical breath ran along the fingertips and penetrated into the mind.

Caught off guard, he screamed and squatted on the ground with his head in his arms.

After a full stick of incense passed, he never regained his strength and stood up from the ground.

"What a terrible resentment!"

Having practiced the Nine-Turn Golden Body Jue, he clearly felt that there was a strong Buddha spirit in these grievances.

Just absorbing a little bit just now has improved his cultivation a little bit.

"What the hell is this place?"

Zhao Chuan looked around, and looked into the distance, a dark place, there seemed to be something there.

Carefully pass through the criss-crossing thin lines, gradually approaching that area.

Although the distance is not far, but he spent a full ten days.

He had to be extra careful not to touch the thin black lines around him.

When he came to that area, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.

There is a huge tiankeng in front of me, and I don't know how far it is.

Under such dim light, with his eyesight, he couldn't see the edge.

In the tiankeng, there are piles of humanoid statues.

There are sitting and standing.

Some are meditating, some are sleeping.

Some point their fingers to the sky, and some close their eyes tightly, and their mouths seem to be praying.

The number of these statues is extremely large, stacked from the bottom of the tiankeng to the height parallel to the ground.

What surprised Zhao Chuan was not the number, but these statues, all of which were bald with ring scars on their heads.

Wisps of black air escaped from all the statues...

"Is this the source of the death screen?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhao Chui guessed.

Bending down, he touched a statue under his feet with his hand.

I don't know if some kind of rule was violated, but when his finger just touched the statue, the statue exploded, turning into a cloud of black air and rushing towards Zhao Chui's face.

He subconsciously took a step back, his whole body was full of golden light, and he wanted to resist.

However, the black air seemed to have the same root as his golden light, and it rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness without any effect at all.

There was a roar in his mind, and boundless evil spirit and resentment, mixed with strong Buddha spirit, exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness was shaken, and the consciousness was eroded by resentment.

Endless illusions emerged, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and fell to the ground, with blood oozing from his seven orifices.

In the vision, he saw an earth-shattering battle.

I saw fallen Buddhas one after another, including Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, holy Buddhas, and even ancient Buddhas whose cultivation reached the sky.

With the fall of the Buddha, the original world began to be shrouded in boundless resentment.

Zhao Chuan opened his mouth and sprayed out a bloody arrow, panting violently.

He was almost lost in the boundless evil spirit and resentment.

"These are not statues at all, but Buddhas buried in the previous life."

Zhao Chuan murmured in a low voice, his eyes full of horror.

"There is no Buddhist cultivator in this life. It turns out that all inheritances have been buried here, and all traces have been annihilated in the long river of history."

If he hadn't practiced the Nine-Turn Golden Body Art, he wouldn't have come here either.

Even if you enter here by chance, you will be defeated by the boundless evil spirit and buried together.