Heart Survey

Chapter 1 His Amazing Perseverance Has No Audience
The sun hangs high in the sky, and its light and heat are imparted to the world.No distinction between young and old, no distinction between high and low.Love is ruthless.

When a young deer wades through a stream, birds pass through the forest.

At first, I could only see a dark red spot lit up in the sky, approaching in the blink of an eye.

The flame tail connected into a line of fire, like a god man waving a pen, piercing the sky.

The thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in Zhuang Kingdom were almost scorched by this line of fire, and suddenly a black light shot up into the sky, blocking the road ahead.

There is a cold connection between heaven and earth, and the vitality is surging.East, West, North and West are connected!

This corner of the sky in the northeast direction of Zhuang Kingdom is shrouded in dark clouds.

Sunny and dark.

A muffled groan resounded in the air: "Nine Sha Xuanyin!"

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

The spot of light falls faster and bigger, until finally...

Howling like a star!
……

The countryside outside Fenglin City is hard to see.There is only one small Taoist temple, which has long since been abandoned.

"boom!"

The fire point fell to the ground, smashing out a huge deep pit, but it seemed to be restrained by some kind of force, and the aftermath did not expand.When the billowing smoke dissipated, a flame-robed man appeared.

This person's eyebrows are drawn into the temples, he is handsome and handsome, the red flame robe is gorgeous and elegant, and he is extremely noble.It was only at this time that the hair on the temples was scattered and the robe was cracked, which showed a bit of embarrassment.

"I didn't expect that I, Zuo Guanglie, would die in such a backcountry..." The flame-robed man turned his gaze and asked with an inexplicable disappointment, "What's the name of this place?"

It was day and night again, and another meteor fell.A few beggars living in the broken temple have long been delusional, and they are kowtowing in front of the gate, and when they hear the question, only one person speaks out tremblingly: "Xian... Master Xianren, this is the outskirts of Fenglin City, this Taoist temple... I ...we don't even know the name."

The flame-robed man moved his fingers slightly, and was about to wipe away these beggars.

In today's world of great contention, nations are fighting endlessly.But in recent years, there has not been any war, the intensity of Qin and Chu's great battle.The two sides invested nearly [-] cultivators, and the valley and plain at the center of the battle, with no grass left, was submerged for hundreds of miles.

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

However, these beggars are also beggars from the country of Zhuang.Zhuang Guo dared to secretly help the violent Qin, and let him set up an ambush and kill in the territory... These people deserve to die.

But he turned his hand over and wiped out the sparks emerging from his fingertips.

"Zuo Guanglie, Zuo Guanglie, is this your measure? Take anger at these poor people who don't care at all?"

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

He turned his head with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were already on the ink-colored sky.Those powerhouses hidden in the dark and approaching like a pack of wolves are the ones that Zuo Guanglie should kill!

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

These beggars run wild, and they have never run for themselves like this in their entire life.

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

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

The wooden statues in Taoist temples have long disappeared, or they were burned by beggars as firewood.But at the moment there was a weak beggar lying under the offering table, motionless, probably counting the days to die—this was the reason why the beggar was hesitant before.

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

Trying hard, panting.

But in the eyes of some who are here, they are no more tenacious than an ant, and no faster than a snail.

It's just...too slow.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
There was a sudden approaching that day, a dense screeching sound...

Countless translucent water arrows flew like a swarm of locusts, and were gathered by some force and shot towards Zuo Guanglie.

The vitality of water is surging wildly in this world.

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

This is the most representative large-scale destructive Dao technique of the Daqin military department, Wanliu Arrow Rain.

"coming!"

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

White and powerful.

A red light group was born in the palm of his hand, and it was bright 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, which became famous at the Yellow River Meeting at the age of 15.

Blazing sun!

Countless translucent water arrows refracted the sunlight falling from the sky into colorful lights, and they were dyed red in the next instant.

It was extremely violent, extremely fiery red.

With Zuo Guanglie's right hand as the center of the circle, the sky with a radius of [-] meters was shrouded in red, and the rain of thousands of arrows was empty.

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

Before the blazing sun spread, the countless arrows rained away.The group of running beggars fell to the ground one after another.The corpse is densely packed with holes that run through it.

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

Life is so fragile.

"Indiscriminate killing is also your way?" Zuo Guanglie raised a sarcasm on the corner of his mouth. He didn't know who he was speaking to, but his eyes that were as bright as stars gradually turned cold.

"Whoever dares to keep his hand 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 pale complexion.

His long and narrow eyes stared at Zuo Guanglie: "A mere ants are also in your eyes?"

While he was speaking,
A group of black-robed cultivators who had fallen with him had sealed off the four directions, choking on the Dao Jue.A series of eighteen translucent water snakes suddenly formed, screaming in the air, and gnawing to the left.

The movements of these people were amazingly consistent, and they didn't waste a single breath of time from appearing to starting.

The low-level Taoist technique, the Binding of the Snake, is particularly fierce and fierce under their ingenious manipulation.

Zuo Guangliang's face did not change color, and when he pulled his hands, a flaming knife was formed in his palm.

"Ram White!"

He held the flaming knife in his hand and turned for a few turns before cutting the approaching water snakes into two pieces.

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

"Boring? You thought..." Gongyangbai spread his hands together in front of him and raised them up suddenly, "Is this your game!?"

The body of the water snake that fell to the ground, not only did not dissolve, but jumped up in the next moment, breaking its tail and giving birth to its head, and half of its tail.

One divides into two, two divides into four...

This is a brand new change in the Binding of the Snake. It can be said that it has given this door a new life, allowing it to have a wider application space.

Achievement of Chaoshui Snake Cave.

hiss, hiss, hiss
The sound is piercing.

The dense ferocious water snakes surrounded Zuo Guanglie, and as far as he could see, there was not a single gap.

But the loud hissing didn't hide his clear, determined voice.

"Ying Wu is willing to call the Nine Demons Profound Yin Formation. I deserve to die. But this Taoist temple doesn't even have a name... How can this nameless place be qualified to bury my Zuo Guanglie!?"

Flames suddenly rose from Zuo Guanglie's body.

Burning, claws and claws.

This fire ignites when it meets objects, forming a line with points, and spreading out in an instant.

At the age of 17, with this method of starting a prairie fire, he burned and killed thousands of Yin demons, and his power shocked the borderlands!
The entire Chaoshui Snake Cave was on fire, and countless water snakes struggled and neighed in the flames, turning into water vapor.

In the steaming and whistling water vapor, Zuo Guanglie soared into the sky, his long hair was flamboyant, and his momentum was violent.

At this moment, a hawk chirped!
A black giant eagle swooped down from the sky, facing Zuo Guanglie, and fluttering its wings.

Hundreds of iron feathers roared with sword lights, each of which was a different sword style, fierce or sinister, but they all melted into one.

The light of the knife poured down like a shower of rain, slashing Zuo Guanglie into the snake cave again.

The Momen organ beast, the sword feather and the flying eagle.

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

With the support of the Nine Demons Profound Yin Formation, the Myriad Snakes grow wildly and are constantly reborn.The technique of burning a prairie was long-lasting, and was slowly dispelled.

If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it, and there are constantly water snakes cutting wounds on Zuo Guanglie's body, bringing blood flowers.Zuo Guanglie groaned at most, swung the flame knife with one hand, and only slashed back the water snake that was attacking the vital point.

Ten thousand snakes devour their bodies, and Xuanyin slashes their souls.

Such pain is beyond human tolerance.

But Zuo Guanglie made a tactic with one hand and waved the knife with the other, and there was no delay.

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

Gong Yangbai clasped his fingers and held it up in front of him, with long hair without wind and automatically: "Zuo Guanglie, now that you are tied, you can still have a whole corpse to send back to your homeland!"

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

This is a secret technique of the Gongyang family, a famous family in the Qin state, called Xuanbing Dungeon.

Those who enter this dungeon will be frozen with one breath, blood flow will freeze on the second breath, and the body will be frozen with three polyps.

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

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

but!
He suddenly heard the sound of the rushing river, the turbulent surging like a raging wave, that was Zuo Guanglie's blood rushing!

How can the big river be frozen in winter!

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

"Boil! Blood! Burn! 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 the snake and the mysterious ice disintegrated in an instant.In the vast white water vapor, Zuo Guanglie was bathed in flames.

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

Then suddenly looked at the sword feather flying eagle in the sky!
The moment their eyes met, the iron-faced man fell down decisively.

That precious sword-feather flying eagle... instantly burned to ashes!
Zuo Guanglie made a mistake with his hands, and blossoming flames bloomed in the air, forming a sea of ​​fire in an instant.

Raging flames, burning the sky and burning the earth.

Even the evil clouds gathered in the sky by the Nine Demons Profound Yin Formation seem to be the fuel for the fire!
This technique of burning the city with flames can be said to be Zuo Guanglie's most genius creation. When he was 19 years old, he used this technique to destroy the city in one battle!
The flower of flame is extremely beautiful, and it also has the ultimate power.

The iron-faced man stretched out his hands as he fell, spread his ten fingers, and each finger was attached 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 were like pierced flowers, and the densely packed puppet crows flew out of the copper box and rushed towards the flames.Each puppet crow can put out a group of flame flowers, but the flame flower seems to be infinite, but the puppet crow is limited.

Gongyangbai didn't care about the backlash of the broken Xuanbing dungeon, he pressed his index finger against his chin, and suddenly opened his mouth!The vast white mist spewed out of his mouth, and wherever it poured, the flames were annihilated.

Gongyang's Blood Vessel Secret Technique, breathed into a cream.

The eighteen black-robed cultivators he brought along followed suit.

The white water vapor from the collision of the flame flower and the hoarfrost gathered into a cloud at a high altitude.

Suddenly, a torrential rain poured, screaming and breaking through the air.

Eighteen cultivators combined their techniques to form this rainstorm!

Flames, frost, and showers, the three coexisted briefly in mid-air, forming a splendid spectacle.

In this scene, the handsome flame-robed man suddenly raised his head and screamed: "The power of extreme flame, burn the sky and boil the sea, Zhu Rong Zhenzu, come into me!"

In his body, a little bit different from other warm swallowing fire, suddenly swelled up.

It's just a change of this expansion, the flying crow spontaneously ignites, the cloud suddenly disperses, and the rainstorm disappears!
Instantly grabbed the sound!

Gong Yangbai's face changed suddenly: "Where did he come from Zhu Rong's seed! How could he motivate Zhu Rong's real body?"

"This is Zuo Guanglie..." The iron-faced man stretched out a pair of iron wings on his back, hanging on Gong Yangbai's side, his voice so solemn that he couldn't make it out: "Almost single-handedly killed the characters who passed through Hangu Pass! "

In the infinitely expanding Fire Dao power, Zuo Guanglie's seven orifices burned.

"Come on! Mo Jingyu!"

"Ram White!"

With a wave of his hand, Huo Jiao tore through the air, forcing Gongyangbai and the others to retreat.

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

He seemed to be madly burned by the seed of Zhu Rong, lost his mind, and was emotionally intense.

"The family is ashamed of the country, and the rivers and seas are hard to wash!"

The battle of the river valley has been defeated, and he seems to hear the mourning of the Chu country.

It was also as if in the flames, he saw his father who died in battle when he was 14 years old... as if he was talking to him.

Saying... what?
Zuo Guanglie laughed and burst into tears, but the tears were dried up in an instant.

"The great head is here, who can cut it?"

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

He finally burned everything and melted into the fire.

"The only one who kills my body is me, and the one who burns my soul is Zhurong!"

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

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

"die!"

Mo Jingyu backhanded, wanting to open the copper box he was carrying as a last resort to save his life.But his hands kept shaking, and he couldn't squeeze out any strength.

In his spiritual perception, there is no countryside, no disillusionment, and even no one.Only fire, only boundless flames.The violent flame almost distorted the space and almost burned his mind.

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

On the horizon, there is a cold light coming from the west.

Just seeing this scene out of the corner of the eye, Gongyangbai has the illusion that his eyes are cut!
It was too late to explore, because at the moment he saw it, the cold light had already escaped in front of Zuo Guanglie and passed by!

Zuo Guanglie's roar stopped abruptly.

"It's noisy."

A young man dressed in white suddenly appeared.

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

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

Zuo Guanglie's head suddenly fell, and he turned around twice on the ground, but because he had used the boiling blood to burn the soul, not a drop of blood could be sprayed.

Only at this moment did a piercing screeching like thunder sounded in the air!

It was the voice of the man in white coming from the west with a sword and piercing the sky!
……

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

"Li Yi, I am ordered by His Highness Ying Wu..."

But Gongyangbai just shut up as soon as he said this, and immediately picked up Zuo Guanglie's head and turned around to fly away.

Because the man in white had turned his attention to him.

His hair, his eyebrows, his eyes, and even the corners of his lips were as sharp as swords.His eyes were flat and almost gentle.

But there was a shuddering indifference in it.

Whether it is a genius who inherited from the ancient Momen, or the blood of the world's most famous sects.

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

……

Zuo Guanglie died, but the Zhu Rong fire 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. With his genius and determination, the great power of Zhu Rong's real body can be vented for a moment in this world.

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 - "Liang Qing."

As soon as the voice fell, the token of extraordinary material seemed to be unable to withstand the sound, and instantly shattered into countless black shards, slipped between Li Yi's fingers, and fell rustling.

It was not until all the Taoists left and the token in his hand was broken that Li Yi tilted his head slightly and looked at the expanding Zhu Rong fire.

He stretched out a slender, white hand, fingers folded into pockets.

It was only now, when no one could notice, that he showed a hint of childlike innocence in his usual gentleness and indifference.

He shouted softly, "Bang!"

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

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

The crimson flame flowers bloomed in the small world, extremely dazzling in an instant, and splendid in one side.

This ultimate beauty is only for him alone.

The corners of Li Yi's mouth twitched slightly, but it subsided in an instant.

The fireworks have run out.

He didn't even look at what was left of Zuo Guanglie's body, and he didn't have the slightest nostalgia.

……

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

For a powerful cultivator, it is difficult to take care of the weak Zhuangguo.For the three thousand miles of the country of Zhuang, Fenglin City is also as small as dust.And even in the small Fenglin City itself, this broken view of the countryside has long been forgotten.

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

It was a dying beggar who was only waiting for death.

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

When the battle was over, everything was quiet.

He is still alive.

He may be lucky, but the word lucky is so incompatible with him.His ragged clothes, thin and sick face, and even his almost free breathing, all explain the definition of unhappiness.

But he was still alive after all.

He thought about it, tried his best to turn over, and rolled out from under the offering table.

He gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and stood up hard and staggeringly.

He stood up after all.

There are a total of 130 seven steps to move from the front of the altar to the outside of the Taoist temple.

From the entrance of the Taoist temple to the front of Zuo Guanglie's body, it took a total of 320 four steps.

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

Soon.

Every muscle in the body protested and trembled.

No one knew where the strength came from to move him forward.

His amazing perseverance has no audience.

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

He squatted down slowly, slowly, it was too much effort, so he just sat down.

He was really very ill, and in the smudges that made his face indiscernible, he could still see the pale paleness of weakness,

His hands were even shaking.

Trembling and groping in that pile of minced meat, groping.

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

a bottle!
Opening the ball of unrecognizable flesh and blood, I found this half jade bottle!

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

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 was plugging the bottle and looked at the bottom of the bottle.

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

He recognized it, that was what he had been thinking about, he had gained and lost in the end, Kaimai Pill!

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

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

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

I hope it can give you the courage to face life, strength when you are stuck, and direction when you are lost.

At least at least, when you are lonely, I can accompany you.

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