Red Heart Survey

   Chapter 1 His amazing perseverance has no audience

  The sun hangs high in the sky, spreading its light and heat impartially to the world. Regardless of young and old, no distinction between high and low. Great love is as ruthless.

  When the young deer is wading the stream, the birds pass through the forest.

  At first, I could only see a dim red spot on the horizon, blinking close.

  The tail of the flame connects into a line of fire, like a god-man swiping a pen, cutting through the sky.

  Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the country of Zhuang were almost instantly passed by this line of fire, and suddenly a black light rushed into the sky, blocking the way.

  A kind of cold connection between heaven and earth is established, and the vitality is surging. The southeast and the northwest are absolutely connected!

  The corner of the sky northeast of Zhuang State is shrouded in dark clouds.

   Sunny and dark.

   A muffled hum was in the air: "Nine evil spirits Xuan Yin!"

  The light spot only entangled with Sha Yun for a moment, then fell from the sky.

  The light spot falls faster and faster, gets bigger and bigger, in the end...

  Howling like stars!

  ...

  The countryside outside Fenglin City is hard to see people. Only a small Taoist temple has long been dilapidated and abandoned.

   "Boom!"

  The fire fell to the ground, smashing into a huge deep pit, but it seemed to be restrained by some force, and the aftermath did not expand. When the billowing smoke dissipated, a man in a flame robe appeared.

  This person has sword eyebrows into the temple, handsome and handsome, and the red flame robe is gorgeous and elegant, and he is extremely extravagant. It was only at this moment that the temples were scattered and there were cracks in the robes, which showed a bit of embarrassment.

   "I didn't think I, Zuo Guanglie, would have died in such a poor country..." The man in the flame robe turned his eyes and looked around, and asked with an inexplicable melancholy: "What is the name of this place?"

  The sun is dimming again, and the meteorite falls again. The few beggars living in Poguan have already had six gods and no masters, and they were kowtowing in front of the gate. Only when they heard the questioning, one person tremblingly said: "Xian...Master, this is the suburb of Fenglin City. This Taoist temple...I...we... I don’t even know the name."

  The man in the flame robe moved his fingers slightly to wipe off these beggars.

  In today's world of great controversy, nations conquer endlessly. But in recent years, there hasn't been a single war, and Qin Chu's battle has been so intense. The two sides invested nearly 100,000 in repairers, and the river valley and plains at the center of the war had no grass left, and the land was sinking hundreds of miles.

  As the core figure of the losing party, especially when he hit through Hangu Pass alone, he almost reversed the situation, and he didn’t need to complain about being chased and killed by heaven and earth.

  It’s just that these beggars are also beggars of Zhuang Guo. Zhuang Guo dared to help Qing Qin secretly, allowing him to set up an ambush in the territory... These people deserved to die.

  But he flipped his hand to pinch out the sparks coming out of his fingertips.

  "Zuo Guanglie, ah Zuo Guanglie, is this your measure? Be angry with these poor people who don't care at all?"

  Zuo Guanglie murmured, sighed, "Let's go."

  He turned his head with his hand, and has cast his eyes on the ink-stained sky. Those strong men who are hidden in the dark, like a pack of wolves approaching, are the ones he should kill Zuo Guanglie!

  The beggars got up and ran like a pardon. Only the beggar who replied first hesitated for a moment at Poguannei, but the companion next to him severely dragged him: "Do you want to die?"

  These beggars ran wildly, and they have never ran like this for themselves in their entire lives.

  Zuo Guanglie did not divert his gaze, but frowned slightly, "Don’t take away your companions?"

  In the scope of his spiritual insight, there are no secrets.

  The wood-plastic statues in Taoist temples are long gone, or they were burned as firewood by beggars. But there was still a weak beggar lying under the altar at the moment, motionless, probably counting the days waiting to die-this was the reason the previous beggar hesitated.

  The words of the mysterious fairy, the beggars did not dare to ignore, they even rushed back.

   tried his best, panting.

  But in the eyes of some people who have invested here, they are no more tenacious than an ant, nor a little faster than a snail.

  It is...too slow.

   Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Suddenly close that day, dense screaming...

   is the countless translucent water arrows flying like a swarm of locusts, gathered by some kind of power and shooting towards the left Guanglie.

  The vitality of water travel is frantically surging in this world.

  The semi-transparent arrow rain is in the shape of a huge funnel, covering half of the sky!

  This is a very representative large-scale destruction Dao technique of the Daqin Army, Wanliu Jianyu.

"coming!"

  Zuo Guanglie raised his head to look at the sky, the strong wind stirred his flame robe and long hair, and he raised his right hand. The wide sleeves of the red flame robe slipped down, revealing the arms that looked like jade carvings.

  White and powerful.

  A red ball of light was born in the palm of his hand, and it was bright in the next moment. The intense and strong light radiated in all directions.

  Like Zuo Guanglie, he raised a sun with one hand!

  This is his original Dao technique, which became famous in the Yellow River Club at the age of fifteen.

  Blazing sun!

  Numerous translucent water arrows refract the sunlight falling from the sky into colorful colors, and they will be dyed through with red in the next instant.

  It was extremely violent, extremely blazing red.

   With the left Guanglie and the right hand as the center of the circle, the sky with a radius of one hundred meters is shrouded in red, and the arrow rain is empty.

  The scroll of this scene is so magnificent that it is difficult for anyone to notice the faint ink marks on the edges and corners of the scroll.

  Before the blazing sun spread, the countless rain of arrows had already escaped and dropped. The group of running beggars fell to the ground one after another. The corpses are densely packed with holes in them.

  They didn't even have a chance to let out a scream, they were already dead.

  Life is so fragile.

   "Indiscriminate killing is your way?" Zuo Guanglie's mouth evoked a touch of sarcasm. I don't know who he was talking to, but his eyes, which were as bright as stars, were gradually cold.

   "Whoever dares to keep his hands when killing Zuo Guanglie is a complete idiot."

  The cultivator wearing a frost-patterned mysterious robe fell from the sky.

  This person has a thin face and pale complexion.

  The narrow eyes stared at Zuo Guanglie tightly: "The mere ants are also in your eyes?"

  While he was speaking,

  The black robe monks who had fallen with him had already sealed the Quartet and moved Dao Jue. A series of eighteen translucent water snakes suddenly formed, screaming horizontally in the air, shining to the left.

  The actions of these people are amazingly consistent. From appearance to hands-on, no time was wasted.

  Kan Snake Binding, this low-level Taoism is particularly fierce and fierce under their masterful manipulation.

  Left bright face did not change color, pulling with both hands, a flame knife was formed in the palm.

   "Ram White!"

  He held the Flame Knife casually, and after a few turns, he chopped the invading water snake into two.

   "Since even the Nine Evil Profound Yin Formations have moved here, why use this boring Taoist technique to waste your life!"

   "Bored? You thought..." Rambai spread out his hands in front of him and lifted it up suddenly, "Is this your game!?"

  The body of the water snake that fell to the ground not only didn't melt away, but jumped up in the next moment, docking its tail and growing its head, half of it continued.

  One is divided into two, two is divided into four...

  This is a brand-new change of Kanshe’s Binding, which can be said to give this Taoism a brand-new life and give it a broader application space.

  The Luanshui Snake Cave has been achieved.

  Hiss~hiss~hiss~

  The sound is harsh and scratching.

  The dense ferocious water snakes surrounded Zuo Guanglie, and there was no gap in sight.

  But noisy snake hissing can't hide his clear and firm voice.

   "Win Wu even willing to call the Nine Evil Profound Yin Formation, I deserve to die. But the Taoist Temple, not even a name... This nameless place, how is it qualified to bury me Zuo Guanglie!?"

  The flame suddenly rose from the surface of Zuo Guanglie.

  Burning, teeth and claws.

  The fire ignites when it encounters an object, forms a line with dots, and spreads in an instant.

   At the age of seventeen, he used the technique of starting a prairie fire to burn and kill thousands of evil demons, and he was shocked and left alone!

  The entire chaotic water snake cave burned, and countless water snakes screamed in the flames and turned into water vapor.

  In the steaming and howling water vapor, Zuo Guanglie soared into the sky with long hair and violent aura.

  At this moment, there was an eagle cry!

  A black giant eagle fell from a high altitude. It faced Zuo Guanglie and swung its wings.

  Hundreds of iron feathers roared with the knife light, each knife light is a different knife style, fierce or insidious, but it melts into a furnace.

  The knife shines like a shower of rain, pouring down, and cut Zuo Guanglie down to the snake cave.

  Momen mechanism beast, sword and feather flying eagle.

  On the back of the flying eagle, the barefoot man with his face covered in a mask and a copper box hanging on his back stood in high wind, silent. In other words, his words are already in the light of the sword.

  With the support of the Nine Evil Profound Yin Formation, ten thousand snakes grow wildly and constantly regenerate. The technique of starting a prairie fire was lost for a long time, and it was slowly eliminated.

  Long guarding will be lost, and water snakes have cut wounds on Zuo Guanglie's body, bringing bleeding flowers. Zuo Guanglie snorted at most and waved the flame knife with one hand, only to cut back the water snake that was attacking the key.

   Thousands of snakes bite their bodies, Xuanyin bites their souls.

  This kind of pain is very much tolerable.

  But Zuo Guanglie pinched the Jue with one hand and waved the knife with the other, and there was no lag.

  It is clear that blue veins have burst up on his forehead!

  The ram's white ten fingers are crossed, held in front of him, and his long hair is windless and automatically: "Zuo Guanglie, now with your hands, you can still have the whole body sent back to your homeland!"

  The temperature dropped sharply, and a smear of white frost condensed on his eyebrows. The entire Luanshui Snake Cave was frozen into ice sculptures.

  This is the secret technique of the famous Gongyang family of Qin State, called Xuanbing Dungeon.

  Whoever enters this dungeon will exhale and condense frost, the blood flow of the second breath will freeze, and the body of the third polyp will freeze.

  The water snake froze into an ice snake, and Zuo Guanglie was also covered in hoarfrost.

   Rambai watched all this silently, and the next breath was the freezing of blood flow.

but!

  He suddenly heard the sound of the river rushing, the turbulent turbulent like raging waves, it was Zuo Guanglie's blood rushing!

  How could the big rivers be frosted by winter!

  The blood violent riot process seemed to explode into an ancient voice, like pain and fanaticism—

   "Boiling! Blood! Burning! Soul!"

  The flame robe is burning, the long hair is burning, the eyebrows are burning, the flesh is burning, the soul... is burning!

  Body and mind, life and soul, everything is burning.

  Neither Kanshe nor Xuanbing disintegrated in an instant. Zuo Guanglie's body went into flames in the white vapor.

  He looked down at his blazing hand, as if feeling the power of this imperial forbidden technique.

  Then the sword feather flying eagle that suddenly looked towards the sky!

  At the moment his eyes met, the man with the iron face decisively fell down.

  The precious sword feather flying eagle...Instantly burned to fly ashes!

  Zuo Guanglie's hands were wrong, and the flames bloomed in the air, instantly spreading into a sea of ​​flames.

   blazing flames, burning the sky and the earth.

  Even the evil clouds gathered in the sky with the nine evil profound Yin formations seem to have become the firewood!

  This art of burning the city with flames can be said to be Zuo Guanglie’s most talented creation. At the age of nineteen, he broke the city in a battle with this technique!

  The flower of flame is extremely beautiful and has the ultimate power.

  The iron-faced man opened his hands wide in the fall, his fingers spread out, and each finger was connected to a translucent silk thread. The other end of the silk thread went deep into the copper box and suddenly pulled out!

  Puppet flying crow!

  His fingers are like pierced flowers, and densely packed puppet crows flew out of the copper box, rushing towards the flame flowers. Every puppet can extinguish a bunch of fireworks, but the fireworks seem infinite, but the puppets are limited.

  Gong Yangbai didn't care about the backlash of Xuanbing dungeon being broken, put his index finger against his lower jaw, and suddenly opened his mouth! The white mist gushes from his mouth, wherever it rushes, the fireworks annihilate.

  Gongyang’s Blood Vessel Secret Technique, breathe into frost.

  The eighteen monks in profound robes he brought also followed suit.

  The white water vapor collided by the flame flowers and the hoarfrost gathered into clouds at high altitude.

  Suddenly downpour of showers, screaming through the air.

  Eighteen monks joined together to create this rainstorm!

  Flame, frost, and showers, the three coexist in mid-air for a short time, forming a splendid spectacle.

  In this scene, the handsome man in the flame robe suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed: "The power of extreme flames, burn the sky and boil the sea, I wish the true ancestor of Rong, come into my body!"

  In his body, a little different from the other warm flames, suddenly swelled.

   is just this swelling change, the flying crows spontaneously burned, the clouds disappeared, and the rainstorm disappeared!

  Suddenly full of excitement!

   Gongyang Bai’s face suddenly changed: “Where did he come from Zhu Rong’s seed! How could he spur Zhu Rong’s true body?”

  "This is Zuo Guanglie..." The iron-faced man stretched out a pair of mechanism iron wings on his back, hung over the white side of the ram, and his voice was so solemn that he couldn't change his voice: "Almost use his own power to kill through the characters of Hangu Pass!"

  In the infinitely expanding fire power, Zuo Guanglie's seven orifices burn flames.

   "Come on! Mo Jingyu!"

   "Ram White!"

   With a wave of his hand, Huo Jiao ripped through the air, forcing Gong Yang Bai and others to retreat again and again.

   "What a famous family! Aristocratic family! Genius! In front of me, do you dare to claim it?!"

  He seemed to be scorched crazy by Zhu Rongzhi, lost his mind, and was emotionally fierce.

   "Family shame and national hatred, it is hard to wash away the river!"

  The battle of the river valley had been defeated, and he seemed to hear the wailing of the thousands of families in Chu State.

  It seemed to be in flames again, and saw his father who died in battle when he was fourteen years old...as if to say something to him.

  Talking...what?

  Zuo Guanglie laughed and burst into tears, but the tears were instantly dried.

  "Here is the great head, who can cut it?"

   Behind him is a faintly majestic **** phantom with a fire dragon in his hand.

  He finally burned everything and melted into the fire.

   "I am the only one who kills my body, and only Zhu Rong is the one who burns my soul!"

  In his red burning eyes, he finally lost all his emotions.

  Only the coldest killing intent fell on those who besieged him.

   "Dead!"

  Mo Jingyu backhanded, trying to open the copper box he was carrying, and resorted to the last resort to save his life. But his hands kept trembling, and he couldn't squeeze any strength at all.

  In his spiritual perception, there is no countryside, no chaos, or even a single person. There is only fire, only boundless flame waves. The violent flames almost distorted the space and almost incinerated his thinking.

  Before such a powerful force, how was he different from the beggars who died before?

  ...

  There is a cold light on the horizon, coming from the west.

  Only after this scene is swept away, Rambai has the illusion that his eyes have been cut!

   too late to explore, because only at the moment he saw it, the cold light had escaped in front of Zuo Guanglie and passed by!

Zuo Guanglie's roar came to an abrupt end.

   "It's so noisy."

  The young man dressed in white suddenly appeared.

  He has an extremely cold face, standing sideways, as if keeping a distance from the world forever.

  He slowly retracted the sword into its sheath, and his voice was flat without any fluctuations.

   Zuo Guanglie’s head suddenly fell, and he turned around twice on the ground, but because of the use of boiling blood and burning soul, there was not a drop of blood that could be sprayed.

  Until now, ear-piercing thunderous screams sounded in the air!

  It was the sound of a white-clothed man piercing the sky with a sword!

  ...

  Gongyangbai and Mo Jingyu looked at each other, and they both saw a huge horror in each other's eyes.

   "Li Yi, I am ordered by His Highness Yingwu..."

  But Gong Yangbai just shut up as soon as he said this, and immediately picked up Zuo Guanglie's head and turned and flew away.

  Because the white-clothed man has turned his gaze to him.

  His hair, his eyebrows, his eyes, and even the corners of his lips are as sharp as a sword. His eyes were flat and almost warm.

  But this warm swallow, with trembling indifference.

  Whether it is a genius who inherited from the ancient Momen, or a well-known bloodline in the world.

  No one dared to ask why, no one dared to say one more word.

  ...

  Zuo Guanglie died, but the flame of Zhu Rong in his body did not dissipate, and was still slowly expanding.

  This power is not under the control of Zuo Guanglie, who is exhausted. He is just an introduction, a medium, using his genius and determination to let Zhu Rong’s great power in this world have a trace and a moment of catharsis.

  The white-clothed man shook out a black token and stared silently.

  The black token was silent for a long time before a domineering voice sounded—"Two Qings."

  As soon as the voice fell, this token of extraordinary material seemed to be unable to withstand the sound, it instantly shattered into countless black chips, slipped through Li Yi's fingers, and fell stubbornly.

  Until all the Taoists left, and the token in his hand shattered, Li Yi tilted his head slightly and looked at the swelling Zhu Rong fire.

  He stretched out a thin, white hand, his five fingers folded into pockets.

  Until now, when no one could notice, he showed a trace of childlike innocence in his usual gentleness and indifference.

   yelled softly: "Boom!"

  As the five fingers spread out, it happened to be the time for Zhu Rongzhi's seed to explode.

  An invisible force restrained the explosion, preventing it from spreading, only blasting Zuo Guanglie's body into countless pieces of meat.

  The crimson flame flower blooms in the small world, extremely bright in a moment, and it is brilliant in one side.

  This extreme beauty is only for him alone.

  Li Yi's mouth turned up slightly, but it only converged in an instant.

  The fireworks are exhausted.

  He didn't look at what Zuo Guanglie's corpse left behind, let alone the slightest nostalgia.

  ...

  From the beginning to the end, in this battle outside Wuming Poguan, no one paid attention to Poguan.

  For a powerful cultivator, it is hard for a weak Zhuang country to be taken care of. For the three thousand miles of Zhuang State, Fenglin City is also as small as dust. And even in the small Fenglin City itself, this unconventional view of the countryside has long been forgotten.

  But in this broken Taoist temple, it is not without people.

  It was a dying beggar who was waiting for death.

  He is ready to die and is waiting, but he is not dead yet, and “hears” this wonderful battle from beginning to end.

  When the battle is over, everything is quiet.

  He is still alive.

  He may be lucky, but the word lucky is so inconsistent with him. His ragged clothes, skinny face, and even his almost free breathing are all expounding the definition of misfortune.

  But he is still alive after all.

  He thought for a while, tried his best to turn over, and rolled out from under the altar.

  He gritted his teeth, exhausted all his strength, and stood up swayingly and diligently.

  He stood up after all.

  From the front of the altar to the outside of the Taoist temple, there are a total of 137 steps.

  Moved from the door of the Taoist Temple to Zuo Guanglie's corpse, a total of 324 steps.

  The beggar silently counted his moving steps and kept telling himself that it was almost there.

Soon.

  Every muscle in the body was protesting and trembling.

  No one knows where the strength to make him move forward.

  His amazing perseverance has no audience.

  Now he is standing in front of Zuo Guanglie's corpse, and this trek has finally come to an end—if that pile of minced meat can still be called a corpse.

  He squatted down slowly and slowly, squatting too hard, so he simply sat down.

  He is really very sick, and from the stains that make his face difficult to distinguish, we can still see the weak and pale whiteness.

  His hands were even shaking.

   Trembling and groping in the pile of minced meat.

  Meat, minced meat, bone stubble, broken metal, minced meat, finger bones, unrecognizable half of wood...

  A bottle!

  Opened the group of flesh and blood that couldn't recognize the original appearance, and found this half-length jade bottle!

  The mouth of the bottle was completely blown off, leaving only half of the bottle belly.

  The beggar suppressed his slightly heavy breathing, and brought the jade bottle to his face.

  He carefully removed a piece of meat that was corking the bottle and looked at the bottom of the bottle.

  He saw the only smoky, round pill that was left in the bottle, and his breathing stopped.

  He recognized it, that was what he had been thinking about, he had gained and lost the last thing, Kaimai Dan!

  　 has been focusing on writing for several years. My strength, softness, love and hate, confusion, and confusion are all closely related to it.

  　　 I know that many people leave, many people forget, many people are busy with work, and many people are tired of life.

  　　 hope this novel will make you fall in love with me again.

  　　 I hope that it can give you the courage to face life, give you strength when you are in trouble, and give you direction when you are confused.

  　　 is the least and the least, when you are alone, you can be with you.

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