Chapter 70

"It is said that the ancient Qi practitioners could set up a spirit gathering array to gather the vitality of heaven and earth for cultivation. My mark of flowers on the other side is comparable to a large-scale cultivation array!"

Rubbing the mark on the palm of his hand, Cheng Hao turns his head and looks out the door.

At this time, it was noon. It was supposed to be the time when the sun was scorching. But perhaps it was because the flowers on the other side devoured the vitality of heaven and earth. Now, within the scope of Cheng Hao's eyes, the sky was a dark image, and it seemed to be covered by haze.

"It seems that the vitality of heaven and earth in this world is too thin to withstand the absorption of flowers on the other side. If you go on it for a few more times, it is estimated that there will be natural disasters."

In his present state, Cheng Hao has a certain degree of foresight for some things in the future. He can vaguely feel that if he continues to let the flowers on the other side devour the vitality of heaven and earth without restraint, there may be great changes in the world.

Some regretfully shook his head, Cheng Hao no longer entangled in this matter, anyway, he came to the world only a month, it is very difficult to get this chance, and there is no need to force others.

"Brother Cheng, is it your God just back?"

Just now, the whirlpool of aura is too big. Xu Qinglang can't figure out the reason. He can only attribute it to the influence brought by Cheng Hao's return to Yuan Shen.

"Well, back." Cheng Hao nodded.

"What is hell? Can you tell us something about it?" Hearing Cheng Hao's exact answer, Xu Qinglang was immediately excited and asked with some expectation.

Not only Xu Qinglang, but even Zhou Ze and Bai Ying, his face was full of anticipation. For hell, whether it was the living or the dead, his heart was full of endless mystery.

"I just walked a short distance in the netherworld road of hell. As for places like Yanluo hall and Naihe bridge, I was driven out before I could go."

"Ah? Even you, the immortal who has cultivated Taoism, has been driven out. Did you meet Yama

"If it met with a Bodhisattva, I would not expect to have a kind of animosity, so I would not think of it as a kind of God hiding beast."

Cheng Hao's voice is insipid, but the danger is that he can't tell the outsiders. If the god beast really hands at that time, his spirit idea will definitely have no life or death.

"Let's talk first. I'll go upstairs and have a rest. I feel a little tired on this trip to hell."

Seeing that Zhou Ze and others still want to continue to ask, Cheng Hao waved his hand and walked directly to the second floor. Now he needs to carefully explore the mark of the flower on the other side of his hand. If he doesn't understand it completely, he is a little worried.

When he comes to a bedroom on the second floor, Cheng Hao sits on the floor with his knees crossed. Then he looks for the mark on the palm of his right hand.

"Take me back... I want to see my sister again!"

As soon as the mind was close to the mark, the young man's whispering voice, like a dream, sounded in his mind. Although the voice was gentle, it had endless obsession. The obsession never disappeared.

Ignoring the murmur, Cheng Hao's idea of the spirit and soul directly penetrated into the mark of the flower on the other shore. After a pause, pieces of memory poured into Cheng Hao's mind.

...

"come on, brother!"

In the open space at the head of the village, a girl in coarse linen, with a pigtail and bare feet, is sitting on a big stone in front of the village, holding her cheek. She is smiling at the boy who is practicing boxing nearby, and waves her arms to refuel from time to time.

...

"brother, don't go, don't go!"

The little girl fell to the ground, her little hands full of blood, looking at her brother's forced away figure, she gave out a cry of despair. This farewell seemed to be a farewell.

...

in front of a lake blocked by mysterious forces, a teenager in animal armor was muttering to himself, like someone on the other side of the starry sky, touching a ghost face mask, which was extremely lost.

"God blood, demon blood and Buddha blood have been poured on it. It's my turn. It doesn't matter if I die. But who can take care of my sister? She's too young. I can't rest assured."

The young man constantly begged the people nearby. If he could go back to the other end of the starry sky, he asked them not to forget and help him raise his elder sister. But the people looked indifferent and did not look at him.

...

on the towering mountain peak, a withered young man who had no strength to stand up was full of blood. He was trying his best to carve ancient characters on a huge stone with his fingernails.

"I'm dying, who Can you help me take care of my sister? "

exhausted the last trace of strength in his body, the young man fell heavily on the ground with a bronze mask in his arms. A faint voice came out, with regret, with reluctance, with entreaties, like coming across the ages.

"I just can't trust my sister..."...

in the hell where the wind is raging, the young people muddle along the Yellow Spring Road, which is very long and looks endless.

"Oh? Soul from different planes of time and space? This kind of soul with the attribute of time and space is most suitable for cultivating flowers on the other side. I really have good luck. "

Gentle laughter came from the unknown void. At the same time, an invisible giant hand appeared out of thin air, setting off a wave of space ripples, and grabbing the soul of the youth, clean and neat without any hesitation.

...

the memory picture comes to an abrupt end, and then the picture is fixed on a three color flower on the other side, and there is no longer any change.

Cheng Hao can't help sighing when he puts away the idea of spirit and soul.

He didn't know what the boy's name was, who his sister was and what world he lived in, but these did not affect his empathy for the boy.

He is also a man with younger sister. He can understand the feeling of being dependent on his younger sister. If he falls down one day, I'm afraid he will be as worried about his parents and younger sister as he is?

Standing up, Cheng Hao felt a bit heavy. In addition to the boy's obsession and scattered memory, there was no backhand left in the mark of the other shore flower, which would not cause any bad influence on his cultivation.

On the contrary, because of this mark, he can display the power of flowers on the other side, devour the vitality of heaven and earth, and quickly cultivate and improve the divine power in the elixir field. For him, he is not familiar with a great creation.

"I'm Cheng Hao. You've given me a chance. If I have a chance, I'll take you back and have a look at my sister again."

Rubbing the mark of the flower on the other side of his hand, Cheng Hao made a promise in his heart. He was willing to help each other, not for anything else, but for the boy's obsession of seeing his sister again.

This, perhaps, is the brotherhood between brothers.

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