Chapter 6291 Flying

Before we knew it, the sun sets in the west and dusk is coming, and Chen Liuhe still has not stopped.

He has now fallen into a state of selflessness, forgetting time, his mind is full of body and mind, only the sea of ​​blood sword intent!

In a blink of an eye, the sunset faded and night fell. The stars hang on the night sky, shining extremely.

Chen Liuhe still didn't stop......

He seemed to have already gotten into a horn, as if he would not come back to his senses without realizing it.

Chen Liuhe didn't know how many times he waved the blood-red sword and cut out the sharp blood light in these few hours.

But he still has no control over the mystery of the sword intent of the Blood Sea.

Not to mention control, I didn't even touch it.

"Puchi" When Chen Liuhe swung his sword again, another mouthful of blood was sprayed out.

He was once again faced a backlash while practicing the sword intent of the Blood Sea, and his inner palace and qi and blood were greatly impacted.

Chen Liuhe staggered and his body swayed and fell to the ground.

His eyes finally had his own glory, and he came back to his senses, but his face was pale and his face was filled with pain.

"Has it failed again?"

Chen Liuhe was stunned and a look of annoyance appeared in his eyes.

He was sure that in that dream, he had some insights, and that feeling was very close to him, as if he could catch it with just a little grasp.

But in fact, this is not the case. When it is truly practiced, the feeling is illusory.

It was close to you and far away in the sky. No matter how Chen Liuhe tried, he could not control that feeling.

"what is going on?

Where did the error appear?

Am I on the wrong path?”

Chen Liuhe whispered softly, implying unwillingness: "The mystery of the sword intent of the sea of ​​blood can never be captured..."

Chen Liuhe fell into self-reflection and contemplation.

But no matter how much I think, I don’t know where something went wrong, and he couldn’t find the reason.

Finally, Chen Liuhe sighed long, looked at the blood-red sword lying beside him, and showed an extremely bitter smile.

He looked up at the night and realized that it was getting dark so soon.

He hadn't eaten for a day and was already a little hungry.

Picking up the "drink" and getting up with difficulty. Chen Liuhe shook his head and turned around and left.

Although he is a very stubborn person and is extremely eager to make himself stronger, he is still a little rational at least.

I know that continuing to practice today may cause greater harm to myself, and that would be more costly.

If you lose your life while practicing the sword intent of the Blood Sea, it will become a huge joke.

Back to the dilapidated small temple, it was quiet and silent, and the two monks must have fallen asleep.

Chen Liuhe returned to his room lightly and saw at a glance that there was vegetarian rice on the desk.

And the vegetarian rice is still warm.

This made Chen Liuhe slightly stunned, and subconsciously turned around and looked out the direction outside the door.

A warm feeling appeared in his eyes and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that the two old monks in this inconspicuous small temple with almost no source of incense were definitely not ordinary people, and one could not be more unfathomable than the other.

Especially after a conversation with the elderly monk last night, Chen Liuhe felt a little dissatisfied and vigilant.

But one thing is undeniable: they have no hostility towards themselves, and what they have done has moved them a little.

"Maybe, you really want to do it for me, but I'm very sorry, your Buddhism may not be able to save me. I have a path that I have to go. The only way to stop is to die..."

Chen Liuhe whispered to himself, with a hint of apology to the old monk.

But the old monk could not hear this.

After finishing the vegetarian meal, no pill was wasted. Chen Liuhe simply washed up and then put on his clothes and slept.

That night, he dreamed again.

I still have the same dream.

This was too bizarre, and it felt like something was pulling him in the dark.

When Chen Liuhe woke up this night, he seemed to have a feeling again, and that feeling became a little deeper.

He couldn't wait to go out with his blood-red sword.

It's still that cliff.

Chen Liuhe practiced here for a whole day without any fatigue until late at night.

However, he was excited but still ended in disappointment.

There was still no result on this day, although he felt that he was getting closer to the sword intent of the Blood Sea...

The only thing better than yesterday is that Chen Liuhe did not vomit blood like yesterday.

Chen Liuhe, who had returned to the old temple without any effort, was weak and weak. As soon as he walked into the room, what was waiting for him was the warm vegetarian meal.

Judging from the temperature of the meal, it will definitely not take more than five minutes to put it in his room.

This made Chen Liuhe surprised. Could it be that when did he come back every day, the elderly monk knew clearly?

Thinking of this, Chen Liuhe couldn't help but shivered. His every move in the mountains was probably unable to escape the eyes of the two monks!

While a little fear was growing, Chen Liuhe couldn't help but smile.

No matter who the old monk was or what kind of background he had, this kind of intention alone forced Chen Liuhe to be respectful and grateful.

They can't have any bad intentions towards themselves.

Otherwise, there would be no need to treat yourself like this, otherwise, I would have done it to yourself long ago.

It is not difficult for them to harm themselves. Just put some poison in the meal, although that won't poison themselves.

Another quiet night.

Chen Liuhe had that strange dream again!

In the dream, there was still the grand old man and the back. No matter how hard Chen Liuhe tried, he could not get close to the old man, and he could not see the other person's face clearly.

The sea of ​​blood in the sky was still there, and the old man still waved his arms, moving the world, and making the sword lights in the sky burst out and swept across the side!

After waking up, Chen Liuhe was still sweating profusely, still feeling scared, and was still immersed in the shock of his dreams.

Even though this dream appeared for three consecutive days, the shock had not diminished at all. Every time it could bring unparalleled impact to Chen Liuhe!

On this day, Chen Liuhe continued to pity the sword intent of the Sea of ​​Blood, and continued to follow the faint insights in his dream, trying to capture the illusory mystery.

However, it still failed.

As time passed day by day, five days were coming in a blink of an eye. Chen Liuhe lived a replica life and did the same thing every day.
Chapter completed!