"You seven are all dead."


    In a word, Qin Feng''s brain was blank.


    what do you mean?


    Seven of them, all dead?


    How is this possible? They are all living people.


    "Because we all come from its time and space?" Qin Feng asked.


    Longma shook his head and said, "I naturally know that you seven are not people in this time and space."


    "I saw a corner of your future, you seven, all dead, but..." said, Longma suddenly paused, with a little doubt in his tone: "you, I saw a blood stained face, like crying rather than crying, like smiling rather than laughing, alone with Shinto, gloomy and falling."


    "I see that your future is dark and lifeless. The heavens fall and the gods are empty. You are dead. However, I can''t see through and wonder why your face is stained with blood. Why, you clearly existed, but there is no your name or your shadow in the whole ancient history."


    "You seem to have never existed."


    "Or you... Not you at all."


    "What do you mean?" Qin Feng was flustered by the dragon horse.


    "Go, you should inherit the things left by the master." Longma doesn''t want to say more, or it can''t say why.


    The sight is blurred, as if heaven and earth are reversed, and time is reversed. Qin Feng appears in nothingness and chaos. The power of time flows, and the taste of time is diffuse.


    He saw countless lights and shadows, like broken pictures, reflecting bloody times.


    He saw a bronze lamp, which entered the darkness, shed black blood and blue fire, illuminating the whole world.


    He saw that a funeral bell was born in the sky, all souls prayed, shattered everything, and the Dharma and Tao were lost.


    ……


    Finally, he saw a figure that seemed to sit at the end of the world, filled with bloody lotus flowers, like runes, like spell seals, destroying everything.


    But later, the man stopped and he grew up


    A yellow amulet hung above his head.


    Qin Feng''s spirit flashed, and then slowly sat down, just like the blood lotus blooming in the picture.


    At this moment, Qin Feng seemed to be wandering in the world. His soul crossed an endless distance, returned to the past and went to the future.


    One era after another, figures rose into the sky, blooming to the utmost, guarding the darkest ages.


    He is like a bystander and does not belong to any era.


    He seems to be nonexistent, not a real person, but the embodiment of nothingness.


    He seems to be walking in the long river of years, and the past, present and future are reflected in his heart.


    He doesn''t even know the meaning of his existence.


    Does he... Really not exist?


    Qin Feng can see everything, but he can''t see himself or even realize his existence.


    He is like a lonely time walker, walking through the years, walking on the long river, sitting and watching the rise and fall of the sky, natural rise and fall.


    He seems to have been to and witnessed all the ancient times and indescribable future times, including glory, blood, hope and darkness.


    It''s like the beginning, and then it''s the end.


    All over again.


    It is another starting point and then to the end.


    Cycle after cycle.


    No matter how strong and bright, it will be replaced by blood in the end.


    No matter how bright the starting point is, the darkness will wait at the end.


    This is like a game, a cycle, the natural cycle of heaven and earth. No one can break it. If there is a starting point, there is an end.


    From beginning to end, endless cycle, truth is natural.


    Qin Feng saw too many rise and final extinction. Nothing is immortal. Everything will turn into ruins!


    Then, with the extremely dilapidated ruins, rebuild and open a new starting point.


    "There is a beginning and an end, there is a beginning, there is an end." Qin Feng murmured to himself, looking dull and indifferent, as if he had seen all the joys and sorrows and lost all his emotions.


    What fetters, what human feelings, under the scouring of time, in the infinite cycle of starting and ending points, are so insignificant, like dust.


    What is eternity?


    Only cycle, from the starting point to the end point, and then open a new starting point to the next end point


    This is the eternal truth of heaven and earth.


    "Why have a beginning and an end?" Qin Feng said to himself. Everything he saw made him have a different idea.


    This cycle of reincarnation, I do not know how many, is it really meaningful?


    Why cycle like this?


    Why can''t you break it? Bring new hope and new direction to this constant samsara!


    When freshness becomes normal, it loses its original taste and is tasteless.


    Only by breaking, breaking the Convention and opening the previous shackles can we see a new starting point and direction.


    Everything should not be the same. Such a world has lost its original taste and fun.


    "Yes, we should get rid of this constant samsara. This world should not continue like this. We need to find a new direction before we can set sail."


    Qin Feng made a sound, his voice was never firm, the dullness and indifference in his eyes disappeared in an instant.


    "If you are poor, you will want to change and become common."


    "This world has reached the end of its tether. It should be changed."


    Qin Feng sat down on the site and found his own way, his own way and a new direction.


    He doesn''t follow the track anymore. He has seen too many starts and ends. He wants to end all this.


    Wisps of luster gathered from the unknown chaos, and he hovered over his head and turned into small blood lotus.


    This lotus, with a unique destructive power, also contains the hope of creation.


    "The curse of blood purification in the heavens." Qin Feng whispered and learned a kind of Dharma.


    To be exact, it is not acquisition, but creation.


    If you can see this step and think about change, you can create this kind of method - The Curse of blood purification in the heavens.


    "This method..." Qin Feng was awe inspiring. Some of his scalp felt numb and felt great terror.


    Even in the early days of the creation of the Dharma, he had a little experience of the mantra of blood purification in the heavens, which made him feel permeated.


    This is... The way to destroy the world.


    Only by breaking everything can we seek change.


    To save the world, we must destroy the world first.


    When you are poor, you want to change. This price is too high.


    For a time, Qin Feng felt very heavy and felt a great pressure, which made his waist bend unconsciously.


    No one can be calm in such a thing.


    At this time, Qin Feng finally understood the admonition of simplicity and great research.


    Before he faced this choice, he felt so heavy. What a scene it would be on that day.


    Qin Feng didn''t even dare to think about it anymore.


    The blood purification mantra of the heavens, does he want to continue to create it?