Chapter 318

Xian then fell on the immortal array and inserted the golden jade plate into the groove beside the immortal array. Di Jiu immediately saw the immortal array turning, and the golden light wrapped Xian Ze. A mysterious breath of space law fluctuates. Di Jiu wants to feel this breath of space law, but as soon as his mind falls on it, there is a tendency to crack the sea.

Di Jiu quickly takes back his mind. When he sees the transmission platform of hexagonal diamond again, the gold on the platform has already dissipated. Xian also disappeared without a trace.

Di nine breathed a sigh of relief, Xian should have been sent away.

See groove Shengxian card disappeared, di nine also fell on the hexagonal diamond transmission platform, and then put the hand of the transmission token into the groove.

The golden light came again, and di Jiu wanted to extend his mind to see the situation, but the next moment he felt a kind of extreme dizziness. Under this extreme dizziness, his consciousness could not stay for a moment.

…….

"Bang!" A huge force hit Di Jiu and threw him more than ten feet. Then he stopped.

Fortunately, di Jiu's body is strong, and he just suffered a little skin injury.

Di Jiu gets up in a hurry. He is sure that Xian Ze is not here. It seems that the Shengxian array is random transmission, not location transmission.

When Di Jiu saw clearly everything in front of him, he was a little dull.

Is this fairyland?

Di Jiu rubbed his eyes, and his mind stretched out for a long time. Finally, he still doubted whether it was fairyland.

It seems that the aura level here is higher than that of the true realm, but the cultivation effect is not as good as that of the true realm. Because the aura here is scattered, it is not a place for cultivation at all. After a long time, there is still a kind of restlessness and uneasiness in my heart.

It's desolate all around, except for a few unknown ordinary grass, there seems to be a kind of Xiaosha breath in the space. In other words, it's a kind of atmosphere of sunset.

Di Jiu's idea of God here is a little more compressed than the true realm, but the range of thousands of miles is still under the idea of God. But a thousand miles away, di Jiu's mind only saw scattered white bones everywhere, and some of the soil became brown.

The smell of blood came with the wind, and di Jiu was sure that the soy soil was soaked in blood.

For thousands of miles, there is only one kind of broken, downcast and desolate scene. There is no one, and you can't feel a little vitality.

Is this really fairyland? Dijiu asked himself for the second time. If the fairyland is like this, it is estimated that few people want to come here. This is not so much fairyland as hell.

Dijiu took a few steps and picked up a bone. When Dijiu's mind fell on the bone and saw the lines and colors clearly, his heart sank.

This skeleton breath is much stronger than the strong one in the realm of Xiuzhen, and it has a little light gold, which can be sure that this is not the skeleton of an ordinary monk. It's not the skeleton of an ordinary monk. It can only be the skeleton of a strong man in fairyland.

This is really fairyland.

Di Jiu took a breath of cold air. He didn't expect that the fairyland in everyone's expectation would be like this.

At the moment, di Jiu's mind is alert to the thousands of miles around his body, and then finds a way to escape. In any case, he had to ask someone before he knew the details.

A whole month later, di Jiu did not know how far he had gone, but his mind was still a broken scene. In addition to the dried up blood, broken magic weapon, white bones, there is no second person.

It's like he's the only one in the world.

The magic weapon is broken, the number of Yin wind! The desert is windy and dusty, and the sun is at dusk. There are wrecks all over the place, and no one can be seen for thousands of miles.

Even if he was closed for many years, di Jiu would not feel empty and lonely. At this moment, Dijiu looked up at the vast starry sky, a little bit of red sun, his heart filled with a kind of emptiness and loneliness.

When he is the only one left in the whole sky, this loneliness is totally irresistible, which is a kind of will from the rules of heaven and earth.

Two months later, di Jiu is still in a hurry. He is eager to find a living man. For three months, except for his bones and desolation, he did not see a figure.

A year later, Dijiu stood on the edge of a dry sea and did not move on.

There is also a huge stone tablet on the beach, on which there are three words, gundihai.

The bottom of the sea, like what he saw along the way, was full of debris and abandoned magic weapons. Even the immortal's corpse began to rot, and there was not even a corpse eating crow here.

Whether it's fairyland or not, it's a hell that di Jiu can't accept. This is not the first time he has seen this scene. In the past year, he has seen too many ruins of immortal city. One of the characteristics of these immortal cities is that there is no sound and there are corpses everywhere.

These bones were not consumed by monsters or natural disasters, but were killed in killing each other.

Staring at the dry sea for a long time, di Jiu slowly turned around, with a heavy footstep. For the first time, he lost his direction.

What he lost was not only the direction of his position, but also the direction of his cultivation. These fallen immortals are obviously killed in scuffle. Di Jiu is thinking, why are people alive? Is it to seek the cultivation of longevity after survival? Is it the crazy plunder of cultivation resources after finding the path of cultivation? Or to advance to a higher level and kill all the people around? If there is only one person left in the world, what is the meaning of this person's life? Di Jiu stood in the same place, his thoughts were completely out of his control, and countless questions were asked by him, some with answers, some without answers. Time flies. One day, one month, one year... The world is so sad, the world is so desolate, the world is so lonely. He is good at cultivating immortals. He also pursues immortality and strength. But he is not a lonely immortal, he is not strong in order to make the world become desolate. There are too many selfish people in this world. There are too many people in this world relying on their own strength. Because of their selfish desires, they make this place full of blood. They make it desolate and deserted. Can they do whatever they want when they are strong? Can we go our own way when we are strong, and there will be no restriction any more? He has seen a lot of places, even the Pearl City of Jiguo, where the strong are respected, has an order to rely on. What he likes most is the earth, where the order is clearer, there may be strife, there may be injustice. But it's all in one corner. No one dares to act recklessly regardless of the scene. That's the world order he needs. What he needs is a place where he can be free and where there is no blood. If you want to be free, you must be bound by rules. There is no conflict or contradiction. The universe has its own rules, and all things have their own rules. Why don't people want to be bound by such rules when it's their turn? This is not the world he needs! This is not his purpose of cultivating immortals! Since there are no rules around him, and since the world he lives in is all about killing and blood, let him specify rules for the world, and let him restrain the killing and blood. Want to make the world free of killing and blood, want to specify the rules of the world... How does he do it? After a year of meditation, di Jiu raised his head. There was a kind of firmness in his eyes. If he wanted to do this, he had to start from killing. Starting from a kind of killing with rules... No matter whether other people's killing is to make a rule that belongs to a certain person or not, his Dijiu killing needs to make a rule that the whole fairyland needs. A light Tao pattern fluctuates around Dijiu's body. These Tao patterns are like layers of invisible cocoons, extending from Dijiu's body. Except for standing for a year, di Jiu decided to make a rule for the whole fairyland. After he raised his head, there was no movement again. Only the Taoist pattern, which is hard to touch, is constantly expanding and improving... Ten years, fifty years, one hundred years... One hundred years pass again in a flash. In this dry sea, in addition to the bones accumulated on the bottom of the sea, the completely motionless figure still stands by the sea. There was still a dead silence around, and the figure standing still was covered with dust, just like a statue, and just like the remains standing here. Around the standing statue, there are thousands of square meters of space, which form the ripples of Taoist thoughts that can't be touched by divine thoughts. These ripples not only contain various basic laws, but also contain the breath of the starry sky. It's just like the rivers of stars and stars in the context of the sky during the cultivation of Di Jiu XingKong Jue, but this kind of Tao rhyme and rivers of stars is just the condensation of Tao thoughts（ Second, it's more likely to be later.)