Boundless Sky

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Among the white Bianhua flowers all over the mountains, there suddenly appeared a three-color flower, the black, white and red colors echoed each other, making it very eye-catching.

And in the army of ghosts, Cheng Hao stood alone by the side of the road, which seemed even more unique.

One person, one flower, half a meter apart, just staring at each other silently. For a moment, in this eerie hell, the picture appeared strange and stagnant.

Take me away!

That weak fluctuation came again from the three-color flower on the other side. This time, the sound transmission seemed to have consumed a lot of energy from the three-color flower. After the wave dissipated, the three-color halo on the flower on the other side became a bit dim.

Cheng Hao doesn't know why this Bana flower wants to escape from the place where it grows, but it's not important. What's important is that he is also very interested in this seemingly mysterious flower, which comes from hell. Cheng Hao also wanted to see if he could get his hands on the special flowers.

Stretching out his right hand, Cheng Hao tried to pick off the three-color flower on the side of the road, but outside the seemingly ordinary roadside, there was an insurmountable restriction, a mysterious restriction that seemed to be able to seal everything, It made Cheng Hao's arm unable to stretch out at all, and it was only half an inch away from the three-color Bana flower, but it couldn't be touched anyway.

Can't I take it away? It's a pity!

Cheng Hao really felt a little pity. These Bianhua flowers are special existences in the underworld. They absorb the yin energy on the road to Huangquan and the soul power emanating from ghosts to grow, especially this three-color Bianhua flower. The soul power stored in it It is absolutely terrifying. If he can refine and absorb it, he is confident that he can directly survive the second thunder disaster.

Sighing with regret, Cheng Hao slowly withdrew his arm, ready to move on.

Since the Bana flowers could not be picked, he was going to visit the front road again. This is the hell of the underworld, the place where Yin virtues come from. He wanted to try to see if he could find a way to obtain a large amount of Yin virtues.

Don't go, take me... away!

As if aware of Cheng Hao's desire to leave, the Bana flower exuding three colors of light showed anxiety. The red, white and black lights suddenly blazed and merged together. In the flickering light, the original The three-color Bianhua disappeared, and a grimace that seemed to be smiling but not crying, appeared in the gloomy void.

chi chi!

A scorching hot breath permeated the air, and it was extremely dazzling on this gloomy and cold Huangquan Road, like a scorching sun slowly rising on a winter night.

The grimace exuding three-color rays of light, like a scorching sun that has just risen, with a madness and urgency that Cheng Hao can't understand, bumps into the prohibition on the roadside again and again, as if he can't wait to leave here. Zhong is also unwilling to stay any longer.

Bang bang bang!

The impact sounded continuously, and each impact made the image of the grimace illusory. However, the prohibition in the underworld and hell is so powerful, no matter how the grimace collides, it can't make the restriction produce a wave, and the silence is amazing. despair.

I just want to go back and have another look at my sister. Why is it so difficult?

As if knowing that there was no hope of leaving, on the dim shadow of the grimace, a figure of a young man appeared again. This man was not very old, he looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, and his immature face was full of despair. Reluctant to give up.

Yeah...

Just when the young man was complaining about himself, a cool little tune came from a distance. Cheng Hao turned his head and saw bright red flowers coming from a distance, like a pool of bright red blood, gradually rushing towards this place.

Looking at the bright red blood pouring in, the young man above the grimacing phantom showed resentment on his face. This hatred was not directed at the blood, but seemed to be directed at the existence behind the control of the blood.

After all, we have come to this step!

Sighing lightly, the young man turned his head and looked at Cheng Hao without blinking. Then there was determination in his eyes, as if he had made a decision in his heart.

Use my obsession as a guide, use the other shore as a sacrifice, end life and death, and sever reincarnation!

Amidst the murmurs, the phantom of the young man bowed three times to Cheng Hao, and then pointed to the phantom of the three-color ghost face under his feet, with incomparable holiness and majesty in his voice.

Eathering Divine Art - The Ultimate Sacrifice!

hum!

The moment the sound fell, time seemed to stand still at this moment, and space also froze at this moment. Under Cheng Hao's left eye's ability to see through illusory, a long illusory and dim river swept across the endless nothingness.

Washed by the turbulent waves, the young man, together with the phantom of the grimace under his feet, was swept away by the river without any resistance, and disappeared into the unknown and mysterious long river. He walked very peacefully without stirring up a single wave .

Wow!

The sound of the waves dissipating was faintly visible in Cheng Hao's ears. When he felt that time and space had recovered again, he also put away the supernatural power in his left eye. Except for the three-color Bianhua that had disappeared, all the scenes in this hell had not changed in any way. .

Except, on the palm of his right hand, there is an extra imprint of a three-color Bana flower!

Cheng Hao is still not sure what effect this mark will have on him, but what is certain is that the young man sacrificed the three-color Bana Flower to him by giving up reincarnation. This is a chance, perhaps, There is also a crisis.

Yeah...

The cold little tune became clearer and clearer, and the pool of bright red blood finally 'flowed' in front of Cheng Hao's eyes. These bright red blood-like scenes turned out to be a group of young women holding bright red peach blossom paper umbrellas.

They were tall and coquettish, all wearing purple cheongsams, as they walked around, the flesh color of their thighs appeared from time to time, giving them a faint charm that made people palpitate.

This is a group of singers who walk neatly and meticulously. They wear high buns, look indifferent, hum a cool little tune, turn a blind eye to everything around them, and walk forward on this narrow Huangquan Road without squinting.

Cheng Hao was half a meter away from them, and there was nothing wrong with them, and neither of them made a move without authorization, just passing by like the most unfamiliar passer-by.

After the group of red makeup women walked away, Cheng Hao raised his head, his eyes were deep and far away. In his left eye, a nondescript magical beast appeared in his field of vision.

It has horns like a deer, a head like a camel, a mouth like a donkey, eyes like a turtle, ears like a cow, scales like a fish, whiskers like a shrimp, belly like a snake, and feet like an eagle. The four alike are even more exaggerated and weird.

This mythical beast, the size of a mountain peak, was hidden in the void and did not show up. It was looking at Cheng Hao with a scrutinizing gaze, but it seemed to be quite afraid of Cheng Hao, and did not make any further progress. move.