Chapter 1954: Asura

The first thousand nine hundred and fifty-four chapters Asura
"How should I go to Shura Road?"
Floating sighed: "Actually, the last time you passed by a ghost, you were already very close to the Asura Way."
"You mean, Shura Dao is near the ghosts?"
"The so-called ghost mythical creatures are nothing but a place to practice after the broken soul and mind of a person. Those sufferings and tortures are just to heal your wounds in the world."
Yang Chen was confused and puzzled too much: "The Empress Hongchen said she had been there, why did she go there?"
Floating smiled slightly: "Do you remember the island where the little fox went?"
"Penglai Island?"
Floating nodded.
Yang Chen's mind was once again lost in confusion.
He still remembered that when he was a little monk, Hong Chen slapped him in a rage because she thought the little monk had lost her. When he was dying, she took him to Penglai Island and begged Guigu genius doctor to save him.
When he passed out completely, he still vaguely heard her words.
"I am a nine-tailed fox, not a human being. I can live without a heart. Give him my heart!"
It was Hong Chen who gave him his heart, then entered the ghost mythical creature with a broken heart, and finally reached the Asura Dao?
"If you want to leave Shura Road completely, you must abandon the things that once broke your heart, such as love!"
Floating Kong said: "Asura has no love, because Asura is lost for love, they can only fight non-stop to prove the value of their existence!"
In other words, Hong Chen rescued Yang Chen, who was still a young monk, and left him to the ghost mythical creature, then entered the Asura Dao, and finally became the Hong Chen empress.
What happened to her in Shura Road?
Yang Chen sent his father and Bao'er back to the previous plane, and promised to come to them after finding Mu Lingyun from Shura Road, and then bid farewell to Fu Kong, Di Yan and others, and went to the depths of the Warcraft Mountains with Ling Yuyao. Mass graves.
The mass grave is still stacked with countless corpses. Animals and humans are densely stacked at the bottom of the pit, and strong corpse odors emerge from the pit.
Yang Chen and Ling Yuyao stood by the mass grave, but did not go down.
He already knows another way to reach the secret realm from the floating mouth, that method is not troublesome, it only takes time.
In the middle of the night, when a bright moon in the sky reached above their heads, the moonlight shone in the mass graves, and a faint emerald green mist emerged with the moonlight, converging with the moonlight into a blurred light and shadow, like a mirage.
Yang Chen took Ling Yuyao's hand and walked into the mirage of blurred light and shadow.
As they passed through the light and shadow, a biting chill flowed into their bodies along their skins. It was not a kind of cold in the sense of temperature, but a kind of chill from the body to the soul.
Immediately afterwards, a road appeared in front of them. Countless red flowers grew on both sides of the road. The breeze blew in and the fragrance of the flowers was as intoxicating as wine.
The other side of tea.
This is the other shore flower that is born between the human and ghost and the three realms of Shura. It is said that they are born by absorbing the spiritual consciousness and blood of the three realms of human and ghost, and they are in full swing when they bloom. But it is not easy to smell its fragrance, only people who have reached a certain level of cultivation can smell it.
"Gluck..."
A burst of laughter sounded, as crisp as a wind chime, but with a hint of resentment and strangeness.
On both sides of the road, two girls of seventeen or eighteen appeared again. They seemed to never grow old.
Today, two young girls are wearing black clothes and white dresses. Their faces are so beautiful that they don’t seem to be from the human world. Although their long and narrow eyes are full of incomparable indifference, they are all covered in their faces. A smile, like a flower in bloom on the side of the road.
The flowers on the other side of the road are in full bloom like the faces of people.
They also hold an umbrella in their hands, the umbrellas are black and white, but the girl in black is holding a snow-white paper umbrella, and the umbrella in the girl in white is as dark as night.
The girl in black said: "I want to ask you a question."
Although there was a gentle and beautiful smile on her face, her voice was surprisingly cold, as if it did not contain a trace of human emotion.
"You have to answer."
The white-clothed girl said, the smile on her face added a hint of mischief, but a trace of murderous aura slowly appeared in her eyes.
Yang Chen sneered: "Why do I have to answer?"
The black-clothed girl also sneered in the same way: "If you don't answer, just don't think about it."
The smile of the girl in white is still very naughty: "We will not let you go!"
Yang Chen snorted, and suddenly shot. After he punched out, the fist wind instantly blasted the space with a loud noise.
The black and white girl's figure flickered in the fist wind, and suddenly changed into two, two into four, and turned into four figures.
The girl in black said coldly: "My name is Afan."
"My name is Anao." The girl in white said.
"We are your troubles."
"The more persistent you are, the more troubles will be."
Yang Chen frowned, condensing spiritual power into his palm again.
Ling Yuyao suddenly stopped him, then took a step forward, and said to the black and white girl: "I will answer your questions."
The four figures of the black and white girl flickered, and they changed back to two again.
"Why do people live?"
Ling Yuyao opened her mouth slightly and was stunned for a while.
Yes, why do people live?
Because of love? Affection? right? wealth? power? Or another desire?
Yang Chen took a step forward, took Ling Yuyao's hand, and said to the black and white girl: "Because I don't want to die!"
The black-clothed girl suddenly cried three times, crying heartbreakingly, and the white-clothed girl suddenly laughed three times, laughing heartlessly.
Then their figures instantly merged into one in crying and laughing, turning into a beautiful figure in a red dress.
Although she did not wear a crown on her head, her peerless face, long narrow eyes and bright red lips, and her breathtakingly cold temperament, the entire universe seemed to be nowhere to be found except for the red dust. two people.
Hong Chen's figure turned and walked towards the path, and the farther and farther it went, the more dimmed the figure became, until finally it turned into a red light and disappeared completely in the flowers on the other side in full swing.
A blast of singing floated in the wind.
"There are beautiful women in the north,
Peerless and independent,
Take a look at Qingrencheng,
Regarding the country,
Ning knows nothing about the city and the country,
Beautiful women are rare again. "
When Ling Yuyao saw Hong Chen disappear, her face was full of confusion.
"Are these two girls a change in the world?"
Yang Chen shook his head: "This is the afterimage of Hong Chen left here, and it should be the broken heart she threw here."
"Canxin? Afterimage?"
After Hong Chen rescued the little monk, he came here alone, wandering and bewildered, his broken heart turned into an afterimage. Because of her obsession, the heart is divided into two ends, either black or white, or love or hate.
However, she left all her love and hatred and entered the Asura Road alone.