Chapter 306 The Boundless Sea of Blood
Zhang Tianshi stood in a bamboo forest.
When he saw Zhao Yushu, he was quite surprised.
"I thought that there would be no one in the sea of suffering that I didn't know."
As expected of one of the top five masters in the world, he realized early on that this was an endless sea of regret.
"Junior Zhao Yushu."
"You came in too. It looks like the prince has been defeated."
"The prince has also come in, but I don't know where he is."
Zhang Tianshi nodded and said nothing more.
Zhao Yushu walked up to him and asked, "Does this bamboo forest have anything to do with Senior Qi?"
Zhang Tianshi turned his head and looked at him: "What did you see in the sea of suffering?"
"I became Senior Qi, died in Wuzhou, and then turned back into myself and came here."
"Brother, are you okay?" Zhang Tianshi's voice trembled a little.
Zhao Yushu felt somewhat dejected. Qi Buyu had been dead for at least several decades. He had only experienced two unforgettable events as Qi Buyu. The reason why it was unforgettable was not because of Qi Buyu’s unforgettableness, but because of Zhang Tianshi’s unforgettableness.
He actually asked whether the person in his memory was okay, proving that his admiration and guilt for Qi Buyu had not faded after decades.
"He, before he died, was very happy that you were around."
Zhang Tianshi's eyes turned red and he immediately turned his head away.
"He said, I'm sorry, but you'll have to suffer a lot if I let you go back by yourself."
Zhang Tianshi shook his head fiercely: "No, Master is very good to me. I, I have become a Tianshi."
Zhao Yushu left quietly. The moment he turned around, a tear fell on the grass leaves. The sunlight reflected seven colors of light. The breeze blew through the bamboo leaves, breaking the light. It was like a group of young men, led by a young Taoist priest, dancing with swords in the forest.
The moment he stepped out of the bamboo forest, Zhao Yushu stepped into the water and sank to the bottom instantly.
Water again!
But this time the water was a little turbid and sticky.
It doesn't seem to be water.
Zhao Yushu floated up suddenly and was so frightened that he almost sank back into the water.
There were densely packed heads floating on the water.
Zhao Yushu sensed his sea of consciousness at the first moment and was immediately shocked.
This time, it turned out to be myself!
I originally thought that I would become Yan Hui, or at least have a bald head, but fortunately, I really don’t want to be a bald head.
But where is this?
Zhao Yushu tried hard to swim forward in the turbid and sticky water, but it was very strenuous.
Viscous?
The light here was dim and the color of the water could not be seen clearly. Zhao Yushu moved his nose and smelled a smell of rust.
This is not water, it's blood.
A groan came from not far away, which scared Zhao Yushu. He never expected that in this hell-like place, there were living people besides himself.
Zhao Yushu swam hard towards the sound, opening heads all the way. Some of these heads had turned into bones, while others were still visibly decaying.
"What the hell is this place."
The sound was getting closer and closer. Zhao Yushu finally swam to the side with great effort and was stunned.
Little Taoist Priest.
The young Taoist priest had his eyes tightly closed, rising and falling slightly in the blood, and muttering painful groans, as if the sea of blood had caused him considerable damage.
Zhao Yushu instinctively wanted to scratch his head, but gave up when he thought of the blood on his hands.
He had only met the Little Heavenly Master twice. The first time was in the treasury of Prince Fu. He defeated the seriously injured Little Heavenly Master of the Sixth Heaven with his cultivation of the First Heaven, successfully took away Chengying, and officially learned his own promotion method.
The second time was in the imperial mausoleum, where the little Taoist priest was beaten badly by himself.
Based on his understanding of the young master during these two times, he couldn't say that he had any good or bad feelings towards him, he just had different stances.
After all, even for people like Zhang Tianshi and Yan Hui who had tricked the teacher, the old man was still playing chess and drinking tea with them before they were tricked.
As long as there is no blood feud, no one will easily make a mortal enemy.
So should I save this unlucky little master?
If I don't save him, looking at his miserable state, he will probably drown soon. If I save him, what if this kid plays the game of the farmer and the snake? Then I'll really go from being a saint to being her cousin.
The key point is that there is no end in sight and we don’t know how to save it.
Don't blame me, just blame your bad luck.
Zhao Yushu sighed, randomly picked a direction and continued swimming.
"Save me..."
Zhao Yushu wanted to curse, "Why are you awake at this time?" Forget it, just pretend you didn't hear it.
"Zhao Yushu, save me..."
Yeah, he recognized me.
Zhao Yushu turned around and said, "Hey, brother, I'm lucky I didn't push you into the water and drown you. Why should I save you?"
The little Taoist priest opened his eyes with difficulty, and said with a faint breath: "Save me, I don't want to die."
"You don't want to die, but you want me to die. You were really fierce when you cut me just now."
The little Taoist priest curled his lips and started crying.
Zhao Yushu couldn't help but look constipated. What's wrong with this kid? He looks quite grown up, so how could he still cry?
"I'll give this to you."
"what?"
"I can't move. It's on my waist."
Zhao Yushu hesitated for a moment, swam over with extreme caution, then reached out and grabbed it, and was immediately startled.
He felt a dagger.
However, he was soon disappointed because Mrs. Xu did not send any signal.
This is not the dagger I want.
Zhao Yushu stretched out his hand from the water, holding a peach wood dagger in his palm.
Purple lightning was moving around the sword, and even if you just held it in your hand, a slight numbness would spread throughout your body.
Zhao Yushu learned the Longhu Mountain Thunder Method and the Thunder Step from Qi Buyou. Even if this sword cannot help him improve his cultivation to a higher level, it will still provide him with amazing help.
"This is made of the fragment of the Heavenly Master Sword from Mount Longhu. Take it and rescue me."
Zhao Yushu stared at the little Taoist priest in a daze, wanting to ask, "Do you know what this sword means to your master? Do you know how generations of talented people in Longhu Mountain regard this sword as a spiritual pillar? Do you know what Qi Buyou used to become one of the top five in the world before his death?"
"I will rescue you, and I will return this sword to your master. You are not worthy of using it." Zhao Yushu put the peach wood sword on his waist, grabbed the back collar of the little master, and swam forward with all his might.
The blood was still. Apart from the rising and falling of human heads, it had no direction and no boundaries.
Zhao Yushu didn't know if he could take the little master away from here, and he didn't even know where this place was.
"How long do we have to swim?" The little Taoist priest's voice became even weaker. Zhao Yushu frowned. This blood seemed to be corroding people's vitality, but for some reason, it had no effect on him.
"Shut up, if you say one more word I'll leave you here!"
The young Taoist priest stopped talking and let Zhao Yushu hold him and continue swimming forward.
There is no sun or moon here, so naturally it is impossible to tell the time.
Zhao Yushu had been swimming for who knows how many hours and he was almost out of strength.
Before he was exhausted, he vaguely saw a piece of land.
Or, not land.
Countless skulls piled up into a small hill, quietly suspended in the endless sea of blood.
On top of the skull, an old monk was sitting cross-legged.