Chapter 993

When he came to the world of the blood clan, Shen Jianxin's eyes were black. He could not distinguish between the southeast and northwest, and he could not understand so many blood clans and parties. Fortunately, there was Dehua Liu.

Dehua Liu seriously thought about it and replied, "in fact, the place I want to go now is to go home! I have a wife waiting for me at home

I didn't expect that the blood ancestor showed such deep feelings that Shen Jianxin couldn't be relieved.

"However, for the sake of the future of the whole blood clan, we'd better go to Qinghui sage first!" Dehua Liu Yizheng said sternly.

Shen Jianxin opens his mouth wide and thinks that Laozi is the devil. This big disaster that almost makes the Central Plains restless is still the model of the blood clan! With such high moral character, we are the Dayu who has never been to our family for three times. It's too professional!

"I'd like to go to your house first." Shen Jianxin whispered a few words and followed Dehua Liu.

They broke out blood gas at the same time, turning their bodies into blood mist, and ran at full speed, much faster than before on the folded wilderness.

After running hundreds of miles, Dehua Liu finally slowed down and stopped at the foot of a mountain.

When Shen Jianxin saw that his opponent had changed his figure again, he immediately put away the blood fog magic power and restored his original appearance.

This is a big mountain full of blood. The mountains are surrounded by blood, and there are faint blood lights rising up in the mountains.

Such a blood mountain, if in this world, most of the world will be regarded as a demon mountain and a monster ridge, with a big demon occupying it.

But on this side of the blood world, it is estimated that the local people will regard it as a fairy mountain and a spirit mountain with abundant vitality.

Shen Jianxin's heart moved faintly. He thought that the world of blood clan was so full of blood. Could he practice with the method of wuliuzhenjing?

Taking advantage of Dehua Liu's inattention, Shen Jianxin quietly separated a wisp of blood and tried to combine it with the rich blood around him by using the method in wuliuzhenjing.

What do you know that under this test, the blood and gas in the whole mountain were all in a frenzied shock. Shen Jianxin was really shocked by the momentum.

He made a quick decision and cut off the connection with that wisp of blood. He pretended that his style was light, but his heart was beating wildly.

Wuliuzhenjing is really mysterious. It can be cultivated in this world of blood clan. Moreover, the blood here is abundant, which is far better than the vitality of heaven and earth in the Central Plains. It's almost conceivable that if you start to cultivate yourself, you will surely enter the world by leaps and bounds, and can push wuliuzhenshen to a new realm.

In the face of the turbulence of the whole mountain range, Dehua Liu is indifferent. Probably in his cognition, no matter what magical changes appear in this mountain range, it's not too much, because there is a powerful and Qinghui sage living here.

They walked up the mountain to show their respect for Qinghui sages.

After about five hundred steps, a row of thatched cottages appeared ahead.

Shen Jianxin suddenly showed an expected expression.

Because the architectural style of that row of thatched cottages is very Chinese, which has quite typical characteristics of the pre Qin period.

As a matter of fact, the living place of the people at the bottom of the Central Plains has not changed much from the pre Qin Dynasty to the yuan and Qing Dynasties. So Shen Jianxin can recognize it at a glance.

The eastern Qinghui clan in the blood clan is a complete replica of the Central Plains of China! Or change the corner bottom, the other party may be more original.

In front of the hut, there was a big pile of firewood. Inside, there was a beautiful woman in a cloth skirt, with picturesque eyes and fair complexion.

But both Shen Jianxin and Dehua Liu can clearly perceive that the woman in the woodpile has lost her breath.

It turns out that the blood clan will also die! And die so peacefully! Shen Jianxin was shocked.

Dehua Liu was also startled and quickly pulled Shen Jianxin aside.

Shen Jianxin was about to ask questions when he suddenly felt a terrible pressure. He was like a little insect nailed in amber. He could hardly move from body to soul.

A group of people came slowly from the other end of the mountain road.

The first one was a young man in white, who was well-dressed. Although he was in the pre Qin style, he joined the rolling embroidery Phnom Penh and wore a European lace style shawl on his left shoulder.

This young master in white is a big man in the blood clan. He is pure and powerful. Just now, he just released a little breath, so he could not move his sword.

"That's Mr. Huiwen of the Qinghui people. He's the grand duke!" There was a gentle exhortation from Dehua Liu in a solemn tone.

It seems that the young master Huiwen didn't pay attention to Dehua Liu and Shen Jianxin at all. Maybe in the eyes of the grand duke, the two over there are just insignificant small roles.

Huiwen's eyes were like a moment. First he swept the woodpile, and then he fell to the cottage door not far away from the woodpile.

There is a guy who is singing while beating on the tile basin rhythmically. There is no sadness on his face.

Shen Jianxin didn't notice that there was a man in front of the hut.

It's strange that this man didn't leak any blood, and he was in harmony with this world.

Shen Jianxin took a look. The man's appearance was ordinary, and he belonged to the absolutely inconspicuous one that was thrown into the crowd.

Shen Jianxin's eyes didn't even stay on that man, because in comparison, the young master Huiwen was 100 times more powerful than this man in both appearance and strength.

All of a sudden, Shen Jianxin was shocked. He couldn't believe it. He raised his head and looked at the man sitting on the threshold.

At the same time, the commonplace person also had a feeling. He stopped the stick in his hand, opened his eyes, looked through the crowd in front of him, and looked at Shen Jianxin across the air.

"He is a man!" Shen Jianxin almost cried out, but because of the other side's eyes, he calmed down.

The guy sitting in front of the hut is not a blood race, he is a human. Shen Jianxin was surprised because he didn't have the surging blood and the generally handsome and beautiful appearance of the blood clan. It was clearly the blood clan world. How could he meet a human race?

At this time, the young master Huiwen frowned and said, "Mr. sage, your wife has lived with you for so many years, raising children and doing housework for you. Now she died, you are not sad, not sad, do not shed tears, even if you still want to tap the tile basin to sing! Don't you think that's too much? "

The plain looking man shook his head and said plainly, "brother Huiwen, thank you for coming all the way to express your condolence. When she just passed away, I was so sad that I burst into tears! Just think about it, she was lifeless at first; There is not only no life, but also no form; There is not only no form, but also no breath. The most primitive things produce breath through change, form through change, and life through change

"Now she is dead again, that is, she has no life. This kind of change, just like the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Now she is resting quietly between heaven and earth, but I still have to cry. Isn't that too unreasonable? So instead of crying, we should celebrate

The young master Huiwen was stunned for a moment, then his eyes were lost, and he seemed to be lost in thought.

And the men behind him, because the leader did not move, all stood still.

The sage of Qinghui nodded and threw his stick to the woodpile.

Boom! The firewood pile is like a fire pouring oil. The fire rises in the sky, and the light of the fire reflects through the top of the mountain.

Shen Jianxin and Dehua Liu are staring at the fire, but their minds are different.

Shen Jian's mind is full of wonder. At this time, he doesn't care about the superiors and inferiors of the blood clan, because he has recognized the identity of the man in front of him!

It's incredible!

"Mixed between mang fluorene, change and have gas, gas change and visible, deformation and have life, and now change and death, is phase with spring and autumn, winter and summer four seasons also. People sleep in a huge room, but I cry because I think it's impossible to live

Shen Jianxin's chest was filled with huge waves, and these words constantly appeared in his mind. He had read a lot since he was a child, and he was very familiar with these words and the scene in front of him.

According to Zhuangzi's music, when Zhuangzi's wife died, Huizi hanged him, and Zhuangzi sang in the drum basin. Isn't this the scene that happened in front of us?

Is the Qinghui sage in the blood world the most carefree and imaginative great sage Zhuang Zhou?