There was a dizzy turn, the scene changed, when An Yi opened her eyes again, she was no longer in the cave, and there was no trace of the forest everywhere, and she didn't know where it was.

He was shocked and puzzled, because he was able to get here without resistance with Bodhi's wave of his hand, and because of the source of the practice that Bodhi asked about.

The methods displayed by Bodhi this time clearly indicate that his perception of space is beyond ordinary people, but I don’t know if he is still in Xiniu Hezhou. If he is not there, no matter which state in the north or south, it will prove the power of Bodhi.

And has such a powerful Bodhi seen something?

Why did he ask himself the source of his martial arts?

An Yi stood there with her face gloomy and sunny.

Neither the Great Dao Tongminglu or the Witch Clan's Body Refining Technique, it is not the martial arts of this world, and both are very secret and difficult to find out. If Bodhi asked about the Witch Clan's Body Refining Technique, it only proves that there may be the existence of the Witch Clan in this world, and it has a lot to do with him. If the Great Dao Tongminglu is asked...who is Bodhi? Or...who is the "he" that Bodhi fears? Will there be some relationship between them?

An Yi felt that there was a lot of fog in front of him, but no matter which technique it was, he seemed to want to trap himself in a whirlpool.

Inexplicably, a sense of crisis arose from his heart.

And at this moment, suddenly, whimpers came from all directions, like cuckoos crying blood, heartbroken, making people cry when they hear it, as if they were infected.

An Yi was shocked and instantly woke up from his thoughts and looked around. He saw the vast forests and countless mountains around him. But there was no figure.

So where did the crying come from?

His expression became solemn, and he calmed down his emotions. He took a little toe and instantly rose from the ground and stepped onto the clouds.

Looking down from above, I saw that the mountains were dyed and the fallen leaves were yellow. Not far away, there was a towering Great Wall on the rolling mountains!

The cry of sorrow came from the other side of the Great Wall.

An Yi knew that this place was the Southern Continent, and other than that, there was no possibility of the Great Wall appearing elsewhere, but he still couldn't help but be shocked.

The history of the Southern Continent overlaps with the earth and develops to the Qin Dynasty, but before he left, the Great Wall had not been built. Moreover, he was at least ten thousand meters away from the Great Wall before. How could he hear the crying behind the Great Wall?

An Yi thought in his heart, and instantly hid his body and flew towards the Great Wall.

When I came to the Great Wall, I looked back and saw a beautiful woman crawling on the ground at the foot of the mountain. The sad crying came from her mouth.

Next to her, there were also many women, each holding a stack of winter clothes, shoes and hats, and crying on his face.

A group of yellow-faced men, from forty-four to twelve or three, were covered in wind and frost, bent over and hunched with their backs, with dark yellow and turbid tears in their eyes. They were surrounded by a group of officers and soldiers, looking at the group of old women led by the stunning women not far away. They wanted to step forward, but were afraid of the long spear and short whip in the hands of officers and soldiers. They were hesitant and full of panic.

The officers and soldiers in the forties were in their forties, tall and strong, with fleshy faces on their faces. They looked at the women with struggles, and finally looked fierce and shouted at the soldiers under their hands: "What are you doing? Why don't you drag the women away quickly!"

The soldiers also had struggles in their eyes, but they did not dare to disobey. They agreed in a deep voice and approached the woman hesitantly.

"Woooo" the woman kept crying, her voice was low and hoarse, and there seemed to be an inexplicable power inside.

The soldiers had just walked up to them and were about to take action. Suddenly, the crying increased, and the heaven and earth trembled inexplicably.

A sad aura came, covering everyone's hearts.

An Yi gathered his emotions and felt calm. Looking at the scene below, he couldn't help but think of a legend.

"Boom!" At this moment, the sky was dark and the earth seemed to have thunder landed!

Everyone woke up in an instant. The leader of the officer and soldier suddenly looked up and looked at the sky that was just clear but now covered with dark clouds. His face turned pale and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Hurry! Hurry! Kill her quickly, don't let her cry! She is a monster!" The leader pointed at the stunning young woman in the old woman group and shouted in horror at the soldiers under his command.

But unfortunately, the soldiers were also frightened. Ai Ai didn't dare to move forward one by one. Some even took a step back, their legs became weak, and their bodies couldn't stop trembling.

Suddenly, the strong wind was making, and dead grass was rolled up!

An Yi squinted his eyes and looked at the crying woman carefully for the first time.

I saw that her skin was white and tender, her figure was graceful, and her face was more delicate than a flowery person. She looked only in her twenties. Drops of tears rolled down her face, leaving two sad wet marks, which made people feel pity.

She kept crying loudly, not caring about the changes around her.

Let the strong wind blow and roll up the dust in the sky, she still hugged a stack of cotton coats and knelt in the cold wind. Her figure was thin and her clothes were strong, and her fair skin was blown by the wind, which made her look even more delicate.

The voice of hatred shed tears, the resentment surged into the sky, and the dark clouds surged.

An Yi saw that in her eyes, there were happiness, sadness, sorrow, resentment, and life and death that followed - resolutely!

Suddenly! She lowered her head, her voice paused, and looked at the cotton coat in her arms, and the corners of her mouth bent upward, as if she was smiling but not laughing, as if she was crying but not crying.

The wind is gradually silencing.

The soldiers around him looked at each other, picked up the weapons in their hands, and quietly approached the weak figure again.

"Be careful!" An old voice rang among the crowd.

The woman seemed to be silent, and kept lowering her head, looking at the brand new clothes in her arms, tears drooping and her eyes were hazy.

A long spear slowly raised, facing her back.

The soldier held a spear in his hand, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he stabbed the woman with both hands.

"Woo——" The wind whistled and the crying sounded again!

The soldier trembled all over, his hands were so scared that he felt weak. He suddenly felt relaxed, and the spear fell straight to the ground.

Crack, the gravel splashed, hitting the soldiers' eyes. He let out a "ah" cry of pain, covered his eyes and staggered back.

The woman still lowered her head and sobbed. The louder the sob, which shocked the ghosts and the gods!

An inexplicable force unknowingly surrounded the woman, spreading her cry farther and farther away.

Go up to the sky and reach the Nine Nethers...

Above thirty-three days, a god man opened his eyes, looked at the lower realm, and set his eyes on the woman.

In a moment, the gods stood up and their figure disappeared in an instant.

...

In Lingxiao Palace, the Jade Emperor's face moved and a mysterious light flashed through his eyes.

Taibai Jinxing stood beside him and bowed and asked, "Your Majesty..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped his hand in front of him and stopped the voice.

The Jade Emperor looked at the lower world with a expressionless face: "No need to worry, 'she' has gone..."

Taibai Jinxing's expression frightened and he looked at the Jade Emperor with complexity in his eyes and no words were spoken.

...

Beijuluzhou. It is a bitter and cold place. It is a snow-capped mountain with desolate and quiet place, and a vast hall stands.

It seems to have come from ancient times and still exists after millions of years, exuding a momentum that suppresses the sky.

There was nothing in the hall, only two old men.

They were white and gray, like dead trees, silent. But their eyes were filled with dark light, mysterious and breathtaking.

Suddenly, one of them said, "Second brother, should we..." As soon as he spoke, the voice was unprecedentedly old.

The other person slowly shook his head, raised his hand, tremblingly, pointing to the void: "'She' has gone, you and I don't have to do this too much..." His voice gradually weakened, as if he was old and powerless.

After a long time, his voice came back again, with a hint of sigh: "Call him..."

The sound was silent, and a little light rose from the old man's fingertips and penetrated through the void.

In an unknown mountain, a macaque suddenly raised his head.

...

At the Jiuyou Underworld, there was a strange beast that raised his head at the same time.

It has a tiger's head, a one-horned dog's ear, a dragon's body, a lion's tail, and a kirin foot. Overall, it looks like a dragon but not a dragon, a tiger but not a tiger, a lion but not a lion, and looks like a kirin dragon, like a loyal dog and a wolf, one horn, which is connected to the sky and the earth, and it seems to have a spirit; two ears stand, and you can see the front and know the back and have magical powers.

Next to it, a Bodhisattva sits cross-legged, and his body is filled with supreme light.

He recited the scriptures in his mouth, and the sound of the Brahma sounds were circling: "...I heard this. At that time, the Buddha was in the Trayastrimsa Heaven and preached the Dharma for his mother. At that time, the infinite worlds in the ten directions could not be said, nor could it be said..."

As soon as the strange beast moved, the sound of the Brahma stopped. The Bodhisattva lowered his head slightly and asked suddenly: "What's wrong in the world?"

The strange beast said: "The great disaster is coming, and the storm is changing, and all those who respond to the disaster want to enter the world."

The Bodhisattva frowned, as if he had infinite compassion, and sighed quietly: "Why is it so early?"

The strange beast shook his head and said, "For some reason, the heaven and earth are noisy, and the Bodhisattva will calculate it."

The Bodhisattva closed his eyes for a long time and his voice was low: "How can I calculate it? Someone disturbed the secrets of heaven..."

...

In the southern continent, a temple was in the south. Under the sound of the Buddhist roar, a monk suddenly opened his eyes.

He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, his face was like a full moon, his smile was like a peach blossom, his appearance was handsome, his skin was fair, and he clearly had the appearance of a boy and a girl.

But at the moment when he opened his eyes, in his eyes, it seemed that there was a world of world, love, hate, and love, and he was not like a young monk at all.

Suddenly, he reached into his arms and slowly pulled out a ring knife from it.

The sword is shining with sharpness.

The little monk held it in his hand, and a compassionate smile appeared on his face.

With this smile, the little monk pushed the door open and went out.

A monk was passing by outside. The little monk smiled and seemed to be about to chat, but the knife in his hand stabbed into the monk's chest without realizing it.

From beginning to end, the little monk smiled unabated.

Under that uncontrollable compassion, it seems that killing is a merit.

After an hour, there was no sound in the temple.

On the ground, there were corpses, blood was rippling, and the corners of the walls and in front of the door were all full of devastation, sad and stern.

But even under the solemnity, for some reason, there was a faint sense of tranquility and peace that was unique to Buddhism. The two completely different temperaments, combined together, not only did not give people a very strange feeling, but instead made people feel that everything should be like this.

A bloodstain, bit by bit, leads to the distance, and the figure of the little monk is nowhere to be found. It will not be continued...

ps: Brother Xie Qu... Later in the next chapter...

...
Chapter completed!