hey demon

In the depths of the sea of ​​suffering, there is no sun, no light at all, this is the darkest place in the human heart.

Quietly, a red gourd kept falling, faster and faster, as if it was going to be completely swallowed by the boundless darkness. Only the weak monster aura showed that it was not a dead thing, but a real living being. born.

After realizing the specialness of the sea of ​​suffering, Wu Sheng dived into it, wanting to use the power of the sea of ​​suffering to sharpen his edge. Now, a long time has passed, and it is still sinking. The sea of ​​suffering is not only boundless, but also deeper and deeper. Measurement.

At a certain moment, the sound of a weak sword sounded, and the speed of Wusheng's dive suddenly slowed down. At the same time, a sword light as clear as glass burst out from his demon body, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the corner of the sea of ​​suffering. This is wisdom. halo.

"It's the limit."

The sound of the sword's cry became more and more passionate, and Wusheng's silent consciousness quietly recovered, sinking in the sea of ​​suffering. It has seen all kinds of suffering in this world, and its mind has been exhausted to a limit. If it continues, it will really sink forever.

"Everything in the world is suffering!"

Thoughts echoed in his heart, Wusheng's halo of wisdom around him became brighter and brighter.

Having experienced the suffering of all living beings and realizing the warmth and coldness of human feelings, the halo of wisdom in Wusheng's heart will never die, and its essence will become purer.

Hum, the light shines brightly, and the darkness is constantly dispelled. Under the illumination of this wisdom halo, gray and white silk threads emerge, densely packed, entangled on the lifeless demon body like hair.

It comes from the human heart, and also from the unfathomable bottom of the sea of ​​suffering. They bind the inanimate and want to drag the inanimate into the real darkness.

His eyes lowered, and following these threads, Wu Sheng looked into the depths of the sea of ​​bitterness, where the darkness surged, full of depth.

"cut!"

Watching such a scene, the halo of wisdom around him turned into substance, as bright as the scorching sun, and Wusheng directly cut it down with a sword.

Hey, the sword light and clear spirit seem to be detached from the world. Wherever it passes, the darkness as black as ink is all separated. Having reached the level of the Earth Immortal, it was at this moment that Wusheng finally saw the bottom of the sea of ​​suffering.

The sea of ​​bitterness is the reflection of the minds of all living beings. It is unfathomable. Under normal circumstances, living beings cannot touch the bottom of the sea of ​​bitterness. Now Wusheng can see it. It is entirely because of the magic of Huijian. His wisdom sword became more and more pure.

Hum, the darkness receded, nothingness manifested, and I saw countless black seaweeds rooted in the depths of the sea of ​​bitterness. They grew and spread wantonly, and the gray and white silk threads were also differentiated from them.

In addition, at the bottom of the sea of ​​bitterness, there are still beings. There are immortals, demons, Buddhas, and demons. All spirits in the world seem to manifest here. They have different shapes and essences. Only white bones are left, some are like mummy corpses, and some still have a bit of flesh and blood. They are different, but they all have a common characteristic, that is, they are all bound by seaweed, looking up at the sky forever, with ferocious faces, eyes There is regret mixed with longing.

The sea of ​​suffering is unfathomable, and only sinking can reach the bottom. If you don't sink for a day, you will never reach the bottom. You will only sink in the sea of ​​suffering. All the creatures that appear here are perishers. They are trapped here. They can't be detached forever, they are in the dark, their hearts are toward the light, but they never see each other.

Not getting what they want is the greatest suffering in the world. They endure such torment day and night. Although their bodies have decayed, their broken souls are still bound here.

Woohoo, the sword light parted the darkness. For endless years, the first ray of light appeared on the bottom of the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness. Huge waves.

At this moment, the resentment accumulated for endless years soared into the sky, the sky and the earth were cold, and black snow fell all over the sky, covering the entire sea of ​​bitterness.

"It's snowing!"

On the sea of ​​bitterness, stretching out his hand to catch a falling snowflake, Zhang Chunyi's eyes moved slightly. He has been staying in the sea of ​​bitterness these days, one is to continue to look for the grass of turning back, and the other is to wait for no life, but it is almost reaching the limit.

With a feeling in his heart, Zhang Chunyi cast his gaze under the sea of ​​suffering.

"It seems that Wusheng has made a big breakthrough, otherwise there wouldn't be such a commotion."

"And I seem to know where the back grass is."

With an idea, Zhang Chunyi had a clear understanding, but at this moment, under the sea of ​​suffering, looking at those hideous faces, Wusheng didn't move his mind, and didn't respond in any way.

"do not have it?"

After a thought fell, he didn't find the grass to turn back, and Wusheng scattered his sword light.

The light dissipated, and the darkness swept again. Looking at the passing light, the countless perishers began to struggle frantically. If they hadn't seen it, it would be fine. After seeing it, how could they let the light go away?

Roaring, roaring again and again, they are roaring and begging, hoping that Wusheng will have mercy in their hearts and save them from the sea of ​​suffering. When those strands of spiritual power gather together, it is enough to move the heavens and the earth, and shake the heart of the saint. It's a pity that Wusheng didn't look at them more from the beginning to the end. It was just a sword, a pure sword. It never thought of itself as a savior. From the moment it was born, it knew that there are only three types of things in the world. One can be killed, one cannot be killed temporarily, and the other is Zhang Chunyi.

This is its original intention. Even after thousands of years, its original intention has never changed. Its heart is very hard, so hard that the world collapses, and it will not feel pity when all souls are extinct. Can accommodate one person.

Hum, the sword light was flowing, and I didn't find what I wanted. Wusheng didn't want to stay in the depths of the sea of ​​suffering, and wanted to turn around and leave, but at this time, the gray and white silk threads tightened, and they entangled Wusheng. Don't let the inanimate break free.

"I am just a sword. What does all the suffering in this world have to do with me? If there is any obstacle, I will cut it off."

His eyes were cold, and four sword lights piercing the sky burst out from the inanimate body.

Immortal Killer, Monster Killer, Ah Bi, Yuan Tu, the four sword lights are intertwined, the killing intent is fierce, and there is nothing that can't be cut. The silk thread that can trap immortals, demons and Buddhas is cut off instantly at this moment.

Hey, the body turns into sword light, and Wusheng rises into the sky, the sea of ​​bitterness is naturally separated, his heart is unhindered, and his body is unhindered, anyone who hinders it can be cut.

In the next moment, the sword light soared into the sky, and Wusheng jumped out of the sea of ​​bitterness directly. Naturally, it will be difficult to stop your pace.

At this moment, the sky was filled with red light, staining the bitter sea with a layer of blood, showing ominous.

At the same time, as if drawn by some kind, the power of endless regret gathered towards Wusheng, and a pure white grass began to take root and sprout on Wusheng's demon body, its essence was supernatural, its celestial light was brilliant, Showing a clear spirit is exactly the grass of turning back.

The essence of Huihuicao is the manifestation of remorse, and its seeds can be found everywhere in the sea of ​​bitterness, but only when it falls on the land of no regrets and is watered by the power of endless remorse can it really take root and germinate.

The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. Only when there is no regret in the heart can one turn back in the sea of ​​suffering. That shore is in the hearts of living beings, and this is also the soil where the grass of turning back takes root.