Red Heart Survey

The sun hangs high in the sky, and sprinkles its light and heat on the world impartially. No distinction is made between young and old, high or low. Great love is merciless.

When the young deer ford the stream, the birds flew through the forest.

At first, all I could see was a dark red spot on the horizon, approaching in the blink of an eye.

The tails of the flames formed a line of fire, piercing the sky like a divine man swiping a brush.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the Zhuang Kingdom were almost burned by this line of fire, and suddenly a black light shot up into the sky, blocking the way.

There is a cold connection between the heaven and the earth, and the vitality is surging. North, south, east, and west are all connected!

This corner of the sky to the northeast of Zhuang Country was shrouded in dark clouds.

Sunny and dark.

A muffled hum resounded in the air: "Nine evil spirits Xuanyin!"

The light spot only entangled with the evil cloud for a moment, and then fell from the sky.

The light spot fell faster and faster, and became bigger and bigger, until finally...

Howling like stars!

...

There are few people in the countryside outside Fenglin City. There is only one small Taoist temple, which has long been dilapidated and abandoned.

"boom!"

The fire point fell to the ground, smashing out a huge deep hole, but it seemed to be contained by some kind of force, and the aftermath did not expand. When the billowing smoke and dust dissipated, a man in a flame robe appeared.

This person has sword-browed eyebrows, a handsome and handsome appearance, and a gorgeous and elegant red flame robe, which is extremely noble. It's just that the hair on the temples is disheveled and the clothes are also cracked at this time, which makes her appear a bit embarrassed.

"I never imagined that I, Zuo Guanglie, would die in such a remote place..." The man in the flame robe turned his eyes around, and asked with an inexplicable sense of sadness, "What's the name of this place?"

It was day and night again, and meteorites fell again. The few beggars living in the broken temple have long lost their minds, and they are kowtowing in front of the temple door. When they heard the question, only one person tremblingly said: "Immortal... Master Immortal, this is the suburb of Fenglin City, this Taoist temple... I ...we don't even know the names."

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

In today's world of great strife, nations are constantly conquests. But in recent years, no war has been as intense as the Qin-Chu war. The two sides invested nearly 100,000 cultivators, and the river valley and plain in the center of the battle had no grass left, and the ground was submerged for hundreds of miles.

As the core figure of the losing side, especially when he broke through the Hangu Pass alone, he almost turned the tide of the battle, and there is no need to complain about being hunted down by the heavens and the earth.

It's just that these beggars are also beggars from the Zhuang Kingdom. Zhuang Guo dared to secretly help Tyrant Qin, allowing him to set up an ambush in the territory... These people deserve to die.

But he flipped his hand to extinguish the sparks from his fingertips.

"Zuo Guanglie, Zuo Guanglie, is this your measure? Take your anger out on these poor people who are not cared about at all?"

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

He turned his head with his hands behind his back, and he had already set his sights on the ink-stained sky. Those strong men hiding in the dark and approaching like a pack of wolves are the ones Zuo Guanglie should kill!

The beggars got up and ran as if they had received amnesty. Only the beggar who answered first hesitated for a moment in Poguan, but the companion next to him staggered him: "Do you want to die?"

These beggars run wildly like they have never run for themselves like this in their entire lives.

Zuo Guanglie didn't look away, but frowned slightly, "Aren't you taking your companions away?"

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

The wood-plastic statues in Taoist temples have long since disappeared, or they were burned by beggars as firewood. But there is still a beggar lying under the altar, motionless, probably counting the days to die—this is why the beggar was hesitant.

The beggars dared not ignore the words of the mysterious immortal, and they even ran back in a swarm.

Trying my best, panting.

But to some gaze cast here, they are no tougher than an ant, nor a little faster than a snail.

It's just... too slow.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sudden and approaching, dense screaming sound...

It was countless translucent water arrows flying towards Zuo Guanglie like a swarm of locusts, gathered by some kind of force and shooting towards Zuo Guanglie.

The vitality of the water element surged wildly in this world.

The translucent rain of arrows was in the shape of a huge funnel, covering half of the sky!

This is a very representative large-scale destructive Taoism of the Great Qin Military Department, Wanliu Arrow Rain.

"coming!"

Zuo Guanglie looked up at the sky, the strong wind stirred his flame robe and long hair, he raised his right hand high. The wide sleeves of the red flame robe slipped off, revealing arms carved like jade.

White and powerful.

A red ball of light was born in his palm, and it will shine brightly in the next moment. Intense strong light radiates in all directions.

Just like Zuo Guanglie, he raised a sun with one hand!

This is his original Taoism, and he became famous at the meeting of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen.

Blazing sun!

Countless translucent water arrows refracted the sunlight falling from the sky into colorful colors, which were then dyed red in the next instant.

It was an incomparably violent, incomparably blazing fiery red.

With Zuo Guanglie's right hand as the center of the circle, the sky with a radius of one hundred feet was covered in red, and the ten thousand streams of arrows rained away.

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

Before the blazing sun spread, countless arrows rained away. The group of running beggars fell to the ground one after another. The corpses are densely packed with holes running through them.

They didn't even have a chance to let out a scream before they died.

Life is so fragile.

"Indiscriminate killing is also your way?" The corner of Zuo Guanglie's mouth twitched into a hint of sarcasm. He didn't know who he was speaking to, but his eyes, which were as bright as stars, were gradually turning cold.

"Anyone who dares to hold back when killing Zuo Guanglie is a complete idiot."

A cultivator wearing a frost-patterned black robe descended from the sky.

The man had a thin face and a pale complexion.

His long and narrow eyes fixed on Zuo Guanglie: "Is it in your eyes too?"

While he was speaking,

A group of black-robed monks who fell with him have already sealed the four directions and pinched the Dao Jue. A series of eighteen translucent water snakes suddenly took shape, screaming and criss-crossing in the air, biting at Zuo Guanglie.

The actions of these people were amazingly consistent, from appearance to action, without wasting a single breath of time.

The low-level Taoism of Can Snake Binding is extremely fierce and fierce under their ingenious manipulation.

Zuo Guanglie's face remained unchanged, and with a pull of both hands, a flaming knife was formed in his palm.

"Ram White!"

Holding the flame knife in his hand, he stepped in the air for a few turns, and cut the approaching water snake in two.

"Since even the Nine Fiends Xuanyin Formation has been moved here, why waste your life and mine with this boring Taoism!"

"Boring? Do you think..." Gong Yangbai spread his hands together in front of him and lifted them up suddenly, "Is this your game!?"

The body of the water snake that fell to the ground, not only did not melt away, but jumped up one after another in the next moment, the tail was cut off, the head was replaced, and the tail was replaced by half.

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

This is a brand new change of the Binding of Kan Snake, which can be said to give this Taoism a new life and give it a wider application space.

The chaotic water snake cave has been achieved.

hiss~ hiss~ hiss~

The sound is piercing and scratching my heart.

Dense ferocious water snakes surrounded Zuo Guanglie, and as far as the eye could see, there was no gap.

But the noisy snake hissing could not cover up his clear and firm voice.

"Ying Wu is even willing to use the Nine Demons Xuanyin Formation, so I deserve to die. But this ruined Taoist temple doesn't even have a name... How can this nameless place have the right to bury me, Zuo Guanglie!?"

Flames suddenly rose from Zuo Guanglie's body surface.

Burning blazingly, baring its teeth and claws.

This fire ignites when it meets an object, and the points form a line, and it spreads in an instant.

At the age of seventeen, with this technique of starting a prairie fire, thousands of Yin demons were burned and killed, and the power shocked the borderlands!

The entire Chaos Water Snake Den burned, and countless water snakes struggled and neighed in the flames, turning into water vapor.

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

At this moment, there was a cry of an eagle!

A giant black eagle fell from the sky, it faced Zuo Guanglie directly, and its wings fluttered.

Hundreds of iron feathers whizzed towards him with the light of their sabers, each of which had a different style of saber, fierce or vicious, yet fused into one furnace.

The light of the saber poured down like a shower, chopping Zuo Guanglie into the snake cave again.

Momen Mechanism Beast, Sword Feather Flying Eagle.

On Feiying's back, a barefoot man with a mask on his face and a copper box hanging on his back stood lingeringly, silent. In other words, his words are already in the light of the sword.

With the support of the Nine Fiends Xuanyin Formation, ten thousand snakes grow wildly and are constantly reborn. The technique of starting a prairie fire was lost for a long time, and it was gradually dispelled.

If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it, and there are water snakes gouging wounds on Zuo Guanglie's body constantly, bleeding. Zuo Guanglie let out a muffled snort at most, swung the flame saber with one hand, and only cut back the water snake that was attacking his vitals.

Tens of thousands of snakes devour the body, and Xuan Yin devours the soul.

Such suffering is unbearable.

But Zuo Guanglie made the tactic with one hand, and swung the saber with the other, without any hesitation.

It is clear that there are blue veins on his forehead!

Gong Yangbai clasped his fingers and held them in front of him, his long hair was windless and said, "Zuo Guanglie, now you can send your whole body back to your homeland with your hands tied!"

The temperature dropped sharply, and a smear of hoarfrost condensed on his eyebrows. The entire Chaos Water Snake Cave was frozen into ice sculptures.

This is a secret technique not handed down by the Gongyang family, a famous family in Qin State, and it is called Xuanbing Dungeon.

Those who enter this dungeon will freeze their breath with one breath, freeze their blood flow with two breaths, and freeze their bodies with three breaths.

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

Gong Yangbai watched all this silently, and his blood froze in the next breath.

but!

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

How can the big rivers freeze for winter!

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

"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.

Both Kanshe and Xuanbing disintegrated in an instant. In the white mist, Zuo Guanglie's whole body was engulfed in flames.

He looked down at his flaming hand, as if he was feeling the power of this royal forbidden technique.

Then he suddenly looked at the sword feather flying eagle in the sky!

The moment their eyes met, the iron-masked man fell down decisively.

That precious knife-feathered flying eagle... was burned to ashes in an instant!

Zuo Guanglie swung his hands together, and blossoming flames bloomed in the air, instantly spreading into a sea of ​​flames.

The raging flames burned the sky and the earth.

Even the evil cloud gathered in the sky by the nine evil spirits and the mysterious yin formation seems to have become fuel for a raging fire!

This skill of burning the city with fireworks can be said to be Zuo Guanglie's most genius creation. When he was nineteen years old, he used this technique to destroy the city in one battle!

The flower of flame, extremely beautiful, also has the ultimate power.

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

Puppet Flying Crow!

His ten fingers were like piercing flowers, and densely packed crows flew out of the copper box and rushed towards the flames. Each puppet can extinguish a group of fireworks, but the fireworks seem to be infinite, but the puppet is limited.

Gong Yangbai didn't care about the backlash from the breach of the Xuanbing dungeon, he put his index finger on his chin, and opened his mouth suddenly! A white cold mist spewed out from his mouth, wherever it gushed, the flames were annihilated.

Gongyang's secret art of blood, exhaling into frost.

The eighteen black-robed monks he brought with him also followed suit.

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

Suddenly it rained cats and dogs, screaming through the air.

The combination of eighteen monks made this rainstorm!

Fireworks, frost, and showers, the three coexist in the 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 burns the sky and boils the sea, Zhu Rong Zhenzu, come into me!"

In his body, a bit of lukewarm fire, which was different from others, suddenly swelled up.

With just this change in expansion, the flying crow spontaneously ignited, the cloud suddenly dispersed, and the rainstorm disappeared without a trace!

Immediately take away the sensuality!

Gong Yangbai's face changed suddenly: "Where did he get the seed of Zhu Rong! How could he stimulate Zhu Rong's real body?"

"This is Zuo Guanglie..." The iron-masked man stretched out a pair of mechanism iron wings, hanging beside Gong Yangbai's body, and his voice was so dignified that he couldn't dispel it: "Almost killed the people who passed through Hangu Pass by himself! "

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

"Come on! Mo Jingyu!"

"Ram White!"

With a wave of his hand, the fire dragon tore through the air, forcing Gong Yangbai and the others to retreat again and again.

"What famous family! Aristocratic family! Genius! In front of me, do you still dare to pretend?!"

He seemed to be driven mad by Zhu Rong's seed, lost his mind, and became emotionally intense.

"Family shame and national hatred can't be washed away!"

The Battle of the River Valley has been defeated, and he seems to have heard the mourning of all families in the Chu Kingdom.

It was also as if in the flames, he saw his father who died in battle when he was fourteen years old... as if he was talking to him.

Saying... what?

Zuo Guanglie laughed so loudly that he shed tears, but the tears were dried up in an instant.

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

Behind him was a majestic phantom of a god holding a fire dragon.

He finally burned everything and melted into the fire.

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

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

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

"die!"

Mo Jingyu threw back his hand, trying to lift the copper box on his back, resorting to the last resort to save his life. But his hands kept shaking, and he couldn't squeeze any strength at all.

In his spiritual perception, there is no countryside, no broken view, not even a single person. Only fire, only boundless flame waves. The violent flames almost distorted the space, and almost incinerated his thoughts.

Before such a powerful force, what is the difference between him and those beggars who died before?

...

In the sky, there is a cold light coming from the west.

Just looking at this scene from the corner of his eye, Gong Yangbai had the illusion that his eyes were cut!

It was too late to investigate, because at the moment he saw it, the cold light had already escaped to Zuo Guanglie's body and passed by!

Zuo Guanglie's roar came to an abrupt end.

"It's noisy."

A young man in white suddenly appeared.

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

He slowly put the sword back into its sheath, and his voice was so flat that there was no fluctuation at all.

Zuo Guanglie's head fell suddenly, and turned twice on the ground, but because he had used Boiling Blood and Burning Soul, there was not a single drop of blood to spray.

Until then, the ear-piercing thunderous scream sounded in the air!

That was the sound of the man in white coming to the west with a sword, piercing the sky!

...

Gong Yangbai and Mo Jingyu looked at each other, and they both saw the great horror in each other's eyes.

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

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

Because the man in white had already 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, almost lukewarm.

But there was a chilling indifference in this meekness.

Whether it is a genius inherited from the ancient Mo sect, or a bloodline of a famous sect that is rare in the world.

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

...

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

This power cannot be controlled by the exhausted Zuo Guanglie at all. He is just an introduction, a medium. With his genius and determination, Zhu Rong's real great power can be released in this world for a moment.

The man in white shook out a black token and watched silently.

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

As soon as the voice fell, the token of extraordinary material, as if unable to bear the sound, instantly shattered into countless black shavings, slipped through Li Yi's fingers, and fell with a rustle.

It wasn't until all the Taoists left and the tokens in their hands shattered that Li Yi tilted his head slightly and looked at the expanding Zhu Rong fire.

He stretched out a long, thin, fair hand, with his fingers curled into pockets.

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

Shouted softly: "Boom!"

At the same time as the five fingers were opened, it happened to be the time when the seed of Zhu Rong exploded.

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

The crimson flame flower blooms to its heart's content in the small world, extremely bright for a moment, and full of splendor.

This ultimate beauty is only appreciated by him alone.

The corners of Li Yi's mouth turned up slightly, but it only retracted for a moment.

The fireworks are over.

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

...

From the beginning to the end, during the battle that took place outside the Wuming Poguan, no one paid any attention to the Poguan.

For a strong cultivator, it is difficult to take a look at the weak Zhuang country. For the three thousand miles of Zhuang Kingdom, Fenglin City is as insignificant as dust. And even in the small Fenglin City itself, this broken view in the suburbs has long been forgotten.

But in this dilapidated Taoist temple, it is not that there are no people.

It was a dying beggar who was just waiting to die.

He was ready to die and was waiting, but he wasn't dead, and "heard" this fantastic fight from start to finish.

When the battle is over, all is quiet.

He is still alive.

He may be lucky, but the word lucky is so inconsistent with him. His tattered clothes, emaciated and sickly appearance, 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 and exhausted all his strength to stand up staggeringly.

He stood up after all.

There are a total of 137 steps to move from the altar to the outside of the Taoist temple.

From the entrance of the Taoist temple to Zuo Guanglie's body, it took a total of 324 steps.

The beggar silently counted his steps, telling himself that he was almost there.

Soon.

Every muscle in my body protested and trembled.

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

There was no audience for his astonishing perseverance.

Now that he was standing in front of Zuo Guanglie's corpse, the trek had finally come to an end—if that pile of shredded flesh could still be called a corpse.

Slowly, slowly, he squatted down, and squatting was too much effort, so he simply sat down.

He was really very sick, and from the stains that made it difficult to distinguish his face, he could still see the pale paleness of weakness,

His hands were even shaking.

Trembling, groping, groping in the pile of minced meat.

Minced meat, minced meat, bone stubble, some kind of broken metal, minced meat, finger bones, unrecognizable half pieces of wood...

a bottle!

Turning over the unrecognizable mass of flesh and blood, I found this half 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 in front of him.

He carefully removed a piece of minced meat that had blocked the body of the bottle, and looked at the bottom of the bottle.

He saw the only black and round pill left in the bottle, and his breathing stopped.

He recognized it, it was what he had longed for and lost, the Kaimai Pill!

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

I know a lot of people leave, a lot of people forget, a lot of people are busy with work, a lot of people are tired of life.

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

I hope 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.

At least at least, when you are alone, I can give you company.

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The update schedule is as follows: two updates per day, the update time is 12:00 noon and 8:00 pm, and each chapter is guaranteed to be more than 2,000 words. On weekends, the time is eight o'clock in the evening.