Chapter 593: Bloody Rain of Immortal Dao, Knowing That It Is Impossible
Jiang Changsheng was more curious about the current path to immortality. He needed to understand how far into the future this was.
He looked at the white-haired figure in the temple and asked again, "May I ask if there is really no one in the immortal world who can turn the tide? What about the Taoist Ancestor?"
The white-haired figure shuddered when he heard it. He slowly turned his head. The skin on his face was like dry bark, and his eyes were bloodshot. His eyes were numb and lifeless, just like the other creatures he had met on the road before.
"Daozu? That's just an illusory legend. If Daozu really existed and was willing to look after the immortal path, there would be no dead end to the immortal path. Billions of sentient beings in the world were sacrificed in blood, and the world has been raining blood for nine million years. Have you ever seen Daozu appear?"
The white-haired figure spoke slowly, his hoarse voice revealing a strong sense of unwillingness.
Facing the other party's gaze, Jiang Changsheng subconsciously thought that his future self was restrained and therefore unable to take care of Xiandao. He felt ashamed and didn't know how to comfort him.
Just at this moment.
Cracks appeared on the stone statue in front of the white-haired figure. The cracks expanded rapidly and spread across the entire statue in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Changsheng looked carefully and found that the stone statue was not him, nor was it someone he knew.
etc!
Looking at his figure, he seems somewhat familiar.
Jiang Changsheng suddenly remembered the mysterious figure he had met when he went to the ancient immortal path to move a piece of heaven and earth.
The man allowed him to confuse the past and the future, but also warned him not to go again.
The other party seems to be the ancestor of the ancient immortal way.
It turns out that this is not the future, but the past.
After figuring this out, Jiang Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief. The ancient immortal path no longer existed, and all this was fate. But if this belonged to the future of his immortal path, then he would think too much and might even backfire.
The white-haired figure looked back at the cracked stone statue, he was indifferent and fell into silence.
The wind and sand are still blowing, but they cannot cover up the desolation of this world.
Jiang Changsheng stopped and watched for a while, and finally decided to continue on his journey. Now that he was here, he would go and see what the ancient immortals were facing and why they disappeared.
As we walked around the temple, the sand and rocks on the ground became softer, but the wind became stronger and stronger.
The wind here is so cold that it chills the soul, and even someone like Jiang Changsheng feels uncomfortable.
"What on earth is this place?"
Jiang Changsheng's heart was filled with fear. He could feel that this was definitely not the world of immortals. There was a dead air between heaven and earth that could not be absorbed or mobilized, and would continue to erode his soul.
As the wind and sand grew stronger, Jiang Changsheng could no longer see anything, and his spiritual thoughts could not be dispersed.
Being here, he was just like an ordinary spirit. Such a feeling was extremely uncomfortable for a cultivator. No wonder those great immortals were all so miserable.
What lies ahead...
Jiang Changsheng thought uneasily in his heart, but he never stopped. After all, he was only conscious, and if he was in danger, his consciousness would return.
"stop!"
A shout came from behind. Jiang Changsheng turned his head and looked. The wind and sand pushed aside and a figure walked towards him quickly.
This is a man dressed in knight's cloth, wearing a bamboo hat, carrying three swords on his back, with a red rope and a gourd on his waist. His face is weathered, one of his eyelids is sunken, and there is obviously no eyeball.
Looking at the man's attire, he doesn't look like a cultivator at all, but more like a wandering knight. However, Jiang Changsheng did not look down on him. He thought that since he could get here, he must be a great man.
The man in the bamboo hat came up to Jiang Changsheng and said in a deep voice, "You rush forward like this, do you want to die?"
Jiang Changsheng asked: "If I don't move forward, do I have to go back? This is a dead end for the immortal path. For cultivators like me to have come this far, shouldn't we have already made up our minds?"
The man in the bamboo hat remained silent, and his gaze towards Jiang Changsheng changed. Even though he only had one eye, his gaze was still extremely oppressive.
This guy is definitely a Daluo existence, and he is not Daluo transcendent. He has at least reached the Daluo Divine Phase Realm that Jiang Changsheng is about to break through.
Of course , in the ancient immortal way, the division of the Daluo realm must be different.
Jiang Changsheng then said, "I need to know the dead end of the immortal path, but all the living beings along the way have given up, and no one is willing to tell me. Are you willing?"
The man in the bamboo hat narrowed his eyes and asked, "How do you want to know? Don't you know anything about the immortal path?"
Jiang Changsheng replied, "Since I entered the immortal world, I have been in seclusion in the blessed land and have never been out in the world. I never thought that as soon as I came out, I would hear about the shocking changes in the immortal world."
After saying this, he still looked depressed.
The man in the bamboo hat did not doubt him. After all, they were all cultivators. How could they have other purposes when facing the calamity of the immortal path?
"Everything started with that bloody rain. No one knows when it started, but a bloody rain fell and continued to spread until it covered the entire immortal path. After being contaminated by the bloody rain, the immortal cultivators would become possessed by demons. This bloody rain also caused the way of heaven to vanish into thin air, and the luck of the immortal path collapsed and ceased to exist. From then on, various disasters followed one after another..."
The man in the bamboo hat spoke slowly, his face calm, but it was obvious that he could hardly control his emotions.
Jiang Changsheng silently wrote down the key words.
Blood rain!
If his immortal path encounters blood rain in the future, he must be careful.
The man in the bamboo hat continued to narrate, it turned out that this piece of heaven and earth was formed by the blood rain, emitting endless death energy, which could destroy the body and soul of mortal spirits, and bring misfortune to cultivators. Even beings stronger than Daluo would find it difficult to resist.
If we can conquer this world, we may be able to save the immortal path!
With this mentality, countless cultivators came one after another, many Daluo fell here, and many immortals and saints disappeared here.
The name of the Immortal Path of Death is a fierce reputation created by the bones of countless great immortals!
A piece of Jedi standing at the center of the Immortal Path, over the long years, has consumed the Immortal Path to the point of near destruction. Jiang Changsheng frowned when he heard this.
"What is hiding ahead? Is it a cultivator who has been possessed by demons?" Jiang Changsheng asked.
The man in the bamboo hat shook his head and said, "No one knows. I don't want to stop you from devoting yourself to the immortal path. I just hope you don't die meaninglessly. We can join forces and wait a little longer. Although the immortal path has entered a period of catastrophe, there is no shortage of determined cultivators."
Jiang Changsheng asked: "Wait, how long will it take, and how many people will it take?"
The man in the bamboo hat remained silent.
yes.
How many people do we have to wait?
Wait a minute, when will it be able to match the first offensive launched by Xiandao against this Jedi?
Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, "Then let me take a look for you."
After saying that, he turned around and walked forward without hesitation.
Now that he knew the cause of the immortal's demise, there was no need for him to wait any longer. He did not belong to this era anyway.
The man in the bamboo hat looked at his back and couldn't help asking, "May I ask your name, fellow Taoist?"
Jiang Changsheng stopped and said, "I am named Changsheng , what about you?"
"My name is Hong Ji."
After hearing the other party announce his name, Jiang Changsheng immediately took a step forward and soon disappeared in the wind and sand.
Hong Ji sighed and said to himself: "What's the point of going to take a look for me? Maybe this is the way back to the immortal cultivation path. At least it proves my determination to the Great Dao."
He sat down on the spot, and the wind and sand could not hide his back.
The other side.
Jiang Changsheng's pace was very fast. He couldn't wait to end this journey. After all, he did not belong to the past.
As he sped along, he encountered many figures again. They were still the same as before, each one was waiting for his own demise. He did not try to comfort them, nor did he stop.
After passing through an area of strong winds, the wind and sand began to weaken.
When he broke through the wind and sand, he finally stopped. In front of him was a cliff, with both ends submerged in the wind and sand, with no end in sight. The cliff was thousands of miles wide, and it was pitch black below. On the opposite side of the cliff was a dark land with rolling dark clouds.
The reason he stopped was that he saw a figure floating above the abyss.
It was a man in a black Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, with pale hair, and a huge black lotus blooming behind him.
Jiang Changsheng wanted to see the other person's face clearly, but his eyes and mind became blurry as they approached the other person's face.
"With your cultivation level, you also want to save the immortal path?"
A strange voice came, its tone full of contempt.
After hearing this, Jiang Changsheng felt a familiar dizzy feeling and realized that he was about to leave.
But he thought of Hong Ji and decided to leave something behind.
He couldn't save Xiandao, but at least he gave a glimmer of hope to those who had met him once.
Jiang Changsheng raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at the man in black robe. He said expressionlessly, "There are some things that we have to do even though we know they are impossible!"
With a loud bang!
The Great Thousand Killing Finger burst out with dazzling golden light. When this powerful energy was just shot out, everything in front of Jiang Changsheng disappeared. A strong feeling of dizziness came over him, causing his will to fall into chaos.
There was a sound of thunder in his ears, Jiang Changsheng regained consciousness, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
He was still undergoing the tribulation, his clone was standing beside him, and no enemies were approaching from any direction.
Jiang Changsheng leaned on the Qianyuan Divine Throne of the Great Dao, his mood still in the ancient immortal way.
Before leaving, although he had thought about it, he did not expect that he could actually shoot out a Great Thousand Killing Finger. It seemed that his will was attached to an ancient immortal cultivator with similar cultivation level.
His consciousness has returned, which means that his tribulation is about to end its strongest stage. If he can survive the next thunderbolt, he will achieve the Daluo God Realm he desires!
For those Immortal Emperors who were watching, they did not notice that Daozu's consciousness had left for a while. In fact, the consciousness's crossing only took a few breaths.
The violent thunder prison came one after another, causing Jiang Changsheng's incense value to drop extremely quickly.
In less than half an hour, Jiang Changsheng's remaining incense value was all used up, and he had to endure the tribulation himself.
The magic power formed a protective shield, but it was easily shattered by the thunder. Even his indestructible golden body was struck by the thunder and felt pain all over, and even his soul seemed to be shattered.
Jiang Changsheng gritted his teeth and persisted, and began to practice the Hunyuan Immortal Golden Body method, hoping to use the heavenly thunder to temper his body.
He did not panic because he felt that the thunder was getting weaker.
In fact, as he had guessed, the heavenly tribulation soon began to weaken, and his Daluo Dao Fruit evolved again. New magic power surged out and replaced his old magic power.
At this moment, Jiang Changsheng suddenly caught a breath approaching rapidly.
