Chapter 1279 The Ancient Ship Docks
In the depths of the Hengduan Mountains, a strange scene was still happening. Endless blood mixed with mud gathered from all directions and rushed out through the black hole like a python, creating chaos.
As one day and one night passed, people could clearly see that the original strange vision was being gradually divided into two halves by the scarlet blood, and a boundless river of blood was gathering to form.
When seeing this scene, Li Xiao couldn't help but think of the situation in the lost ancient city, and the red blood river he saw in the cave before he came to Kyushu.
"Is this going to converge into a river and let the ancient boats come out?" The scene in front of him made Li Xiao guess like this.
"Boom..."
The blood was still converging, and another day passed, and on this night, finally, no blood gushed out from the black hole, and before everyone's eyes, a blood-red river was still converging, leading to the distance, endless .
The vision was divided into two halves. On both sides of the river, the screams continued. People saw thousands of troops fighting. It seemed to be a pattern passed back from ancient times, and it seemed to be happening now.
Among them, many forces discovered their ancestors, and the crowd in the distance continued to roar in surprise, and some big figures tried to call them out, but unfortunately, no matter how these people called, the people in the vision did not respond in the slightest.
"These are just remnants of obsessions, and they are engaged in unfinished battles in the past." Qin Shihuang seemed to be a little confused when he saw Li Xiao, and explained to him, "The war did not happen here, but outside the territory. The obsessions in the world are gathered here."
"The battlefields outside the territory are gathered here, what brought them here?" Li Xiao asked.
"I don't know." Qin Shihuang shook his head. He had some guesses, but he was not sure. For him, if he didn't have a sure guess, he didn't know.
"crash"
The river of blood converged, as if a dragon was churning in the river, constantly rolling over and over, setting off layers of huge waves, and a destructive aura gushed out of it, making countless people feel a sense of creepiness.
"Alas!"
With the turbulent waves of the blood river, deep in the vision, and far away from the blood river, there was an ancient horn sound, like a war song, impassioned, resounding through the sky, reaching everyone's ears, blood boiling.
The horn made Li Xiao focus his eyes, staring straight into the distance: "It's coming."
The voice fell, and at the end of the blood river, a huge warship slowly moved out of the blood sea. The place it was in was boundless, forming a small world of its own, with no end in sight.
The ship is nine feet high, ancient and majestic, with vicissitudes and vicissitudes. It is made of unknown materials. It is like a moving city floating on the water, coming slowly. It is very slow, neither fast nor slow, surrounded by a layer of mist. Not real.
"call out!"
Suddenly, there was a saint in the darkness who couldn't wait any longer. He jumped up and wanted to be the first to board the ancient ship. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he moved his feet in the void and stepped onto the blood river almost instantly.
However, as soon as he stepped on the blood river, his expression changed suddenly and he backed up suddenly.
It's a pity that it was too late, three strange red tentacles in the depths of the blood river grabbed his heels.
"Where is the monster, dare to stop the old man!" The old man yelled angrily, sacrificed a sword, and slashed at the tentacles.
"Pfft!"
The holy soldier was tyrannical, and cut off the three tentacles, bleeding black blood, but the old saint's expression was still a little ugly, he immediately raised his foot, and wanted to retreat again.
"Clatter!"
At this moment, the blood river suddenly raised a layer of huge waves, forming a high wall, and rushed towards the old saint. People didn't see what was going on at all. When the waves fell, the body of the old saint was already floating on the river. His blood was dry, his breath was gone, and even though he was dead, his eyes were full of fear.
His holy sword sank to the bottom of the river and disappeared.
"Squeak."
There seemed to be some kind of unknown creature at the bottom of the water, making strange noises. The next moment, the old saint's body was torn apart and sank into the bottom of the water.
"What!"
In the dark, countless people stared wide-eyed.
A saint-level living fossil, just died like this? People couldn't believe it.
What is that river?
In the distance, countless monks were terrified, and there was a chill behind them. Even the other saints were inexplicably changing, and a fear rose deep in their hearts.
They have gone through thousands of years, and some people have even lived for three or four thousand years. They have seen a lot, and seeing the scene in front of them, many people think of some ancient records, and an ancient name comes to their minds.
Forget Chuanhe!
A river that has existed for tens of thousands of years. In the folks, it is called the river leading to hell. It has many beautiful legends. However, in the eyes of these ancient living fossils, it is synonymous with death.
"Wangchuan River, it is said that countless demons are sealed under the river. It has always been just a legend. I have gone through more than two thousand years and have never seen it. Why did it appear again?" Qin Shihuang's eyes flickered, "From ten years ago , the world is undergoing a certain change, and it has begun to enter a great era, could it be related to this."
"Wangchuan River?" Li Xiao was startled, "Is this the legendary Wangchuan River?"
"Well, it is indeed the Wangchuan River, but it is not the legendary Wangchuan River." Qin Shihuang was a serious person, "It does not have so many beautiful legends, and drinking its water will not forget the past life." this life."
"That's right, it's not so much the Wangchuan River as it is the river leading to hell." Li Xiao sighed, he had seen what happened a few years ago.
At that time, he was still practicing Qi. A group of foreigners invaded China, trying to open the lost ancient city and rescue their ancestors. Before the lost ancient city, he threw Johansen into the river, and a similar thing happened. That scene, he still remembers deep impression.
"The Wangchuan River is a product of the last great era. It has so many secrets that even a saint would not be able to walk on it." Qin Shihuang said flatly, "That old fellow, death is not a pity."
"Alas……"
Li Xiao still wanted to say something, but the ancient horn sounded again, flooding the world. Fortunately, he didn't say any more, and waited quietly for the warship to approach.
Under the tense attention of everyone, the ancient warship moved forward slowly. With the delay of time, it finally appeared clearly in people's eyes. At this time, the crowd also let out a series of surprised exclamations:
"Look, there is a person on that boat..."
"What, who is he?!"
A hundred miles away, the monks were completely shocked, and there were bursts of discussion. Everything they had never heard or seen today was already too bizarre, but now, a figure sitting cross-legged on the ancient boat, how can people not be surprised?
Even Qin Shihuang, the dozen or so saints who had been secretly left, were all shocked, with wonderful expressions, and following the shock of these people, the ancient ship also began to slowly dock and moor on the shore.
The ancient horn gradually disappeared as it stopped.
The boat stopped so quietly, but hundreds of thousands of gazes were all focused on the figure sitting cross-legged on the bow, no matter whether it was a humble ascetic or a high-ranking saint, no one dared to step forward at this moment. step!
And just when everyone was hesitating, a black shadow suddenly sprang out, grabbed the jade pendant hovering in the void, stepped on the Dao pattern, and stepped on the warship in an instant.