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Chapter 152 Life experience

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    Luo Jiujiang used to always think that the world is boundless and vast. No matter where he is, people always have a sense of awe. After looking up at the world, what he sees is a vague self.  Even though the seven islands where he was born are one of the smallest three thousand worlds, when one hovers above the vast blue sea, one feels the same boundlessness.

    Until today, Luo Jiujiang didn't know how wrong he was.

    The grandeur he felt in the past is not really grand, and the smallness he thought of in the past is not really small.

    The real grandeur and insignificance is that he is standing under the dome at this moment, watching the dragons spanning the sky and the earth above his head, the top of the world looming in the clouds like brilliance, and human beings themselves are as humble as a drop in the ocean.  Just dust.

    In the past, Luo Jiujiang felt that although the three thousand worlds were divided into large, medium and small ones, there was no difference between them except for the type of products and the concentration of aura.  The big world has hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, and it has its own goodness; while the small world has simple folk customs, and it also has the beauty of the small world.  Anyway, since he couldn't keep it, and he was busy with nothing, he always wanted to watch every world and play every kind of fun.

    But at this moment, Luo Jiujiang no longer dared to say "there is no difference between a big world and a small world".

    The frog at the bottom of the well can only see the sky as big as the mouth of the well, and thinks that the outside is the same; the monks in the three thousand worlds have seen the style of the big world at most, so they don't know how magnificent and majestic it can be simply as a world.

    Only by standing on this land like Luo Jiujiang himself, using his eyes, touch, and spiritual consciousness to lay out in a corner of the world, and glimpse the landscape of this place, can he know the vastness of the world.

    It turns out that there is a kind of supremacy, even if you cannot measure it with the naked eye, you can clearly understand it in your heart when you see it.

    ? If the whole three thousand worlds can be taken out one by one and compared with the world where Luo Jiujiang is now, it would be like three thousand times of self-inflicted humiliation.  No matter what Qinglong Xuanwu, white tiger Suzaku, all the worlds in front of the world where Luo Jiujiang is now, no matter how big or small, are all "mere" in "not mere".

    In the eyes of ants, there is a big difference between shortbread crust and steamed bun crumbs, but to humans, they are just crumbs.  Three thousand worlds can produce a ugly Yin Mao on the aura site, but to this side of the world, it is just a fragment of its disintegration.

    once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.  Luo Jiujiang unconsciously raised his hand to press on his chest, and was a little out of breath for a while.

    For this magnificent world, for the blue dragon that covers the sky and the sun among the clouds.

    The dragon hovers above Luo Jiujiang's head, and the dragon hovers above everything in the world.

    At the first glance, Luo Jiujiang almost mistook Shenlong for Han Qianling, but in the next moment he realized the outrageous degree of his misunderstanding-when he first saw the secret realm, the blue dragon incarnated by Qianling first killed people and then split the sky.  Lin Lin almost indirectly killed him.  But Qianling like this is still young, tender and green in front of this dragon.

    Every scale of Qianling is as blue as the sea, and the temperature is slightly cool, like pebbles soaked in the spring stream. However, looking at Shenlong, every scale of him looks like the sea itself, which is like long waves roaring under the refraction of light.  The ripples are so ferocious that they seem to be able to smash people's eyes.

    Luo Jiujiang hastily cast a wrong eye, and he, a character who was born in the blue sea and played in the long waves since he was a child, almost has the feeling of drowning in it.

    However, it is such a majestic and formidable dragon, at this moment, it is covered in blood.

    Blood dripped from every scale of the dragon, dripping endlessly like a torrential rain; blood spewed out from the wound on the dragon's abdomen that was pierced by the rough spear point, like a waterfall; blood also flowed from the golden eyes of the dragon.  Flowing down in it, like two lines of blood and tears, also like the source of the torrent of sin.

    At this moment, half of the sky is blood-colored and half is dark, and the blood is all smudged by the wound of the Dragon God, while the blackness of flying sand and stones is the strange beasts fighting with the Dragon God.  Luo Jiujiang roughly recognized the figure of the Jiuzu with just a rough sweep.  None of the nine kinds of strange beasts with Dao origin fell, and their sharp scales and sharp claws were all aimed at Shenlong's bloody wounds.

    When Luo Jiujiang fell into a dream, he was on an uphill slope. The place was uneven and not a blade of grass grew. The blood shed from Shenlong's body had already accumulated in several puddles here. If Luo Jiujiang was willing to stand in, the deepest beach would not be able to cover his feet.  wrist.

    It is precisely because of the condescending location that Luo Jiujiang can clearly see the expressions of all the creatures down the hillside.

    He saw countless creatures looking up to the sky greedily, staring eagerly at every drop of blood shed by the Dragon God.bsp; As if feeling cold, Han Qianling hugged Luo Jiujiang even tighter in his arms: "Since I borrowed Mrs. Chen's dantian to cultivate a human body and was born, I've heard you say that the grass is green and the flowers are fragrant, the blue sea and white waves But  In fact, in my eyes, every plant and tree in the world is stained with the blood color of the Dragon God, and there is nothing but bloody smell in any fragrance."

    "Everyone on the island sees me like a shoe, but I think they are worse than an executioner. Speaking of which, I hate this world. Although I try my best to keep my spiritual platform clear, I have nothing to do with this world.  I want 'Han Qianling' to exist awake longer."

    If there is a big list for judging merits and demerits between heaven and earth, then Han Qianling should be the greatest name on it.

    What he maintains is his own sobriety, but it is related to all the creatures in the three thousand worlds.

    However, no one knows the achievements of all kinds of repression and forbearance. Everyone on the island thinks that he is just a stupid son born by a lunatic mother.  Whenever he takes a step out, there will be ignorant children throwing stones at his back. Every stone reminds him of the arrow that hit the dragon god's wound back then. Every blow is actually a challenge to his nerves.

    Sometimes, when Han Qianling relaxes, he simply thinks that one of the seven islands will be destroyed. Fortunately, there is a Chen family whose consciousness is dominated by evil thoughts, and he faces him every day, throwing Han Qianling like a whip  Be vigilant.

    The Dao is fifty, the sky is fourty-nine, and people are one of them.  Although there is a dead end as far as the eye can see, there is always a glimmer of life left.  For example, Shenlong cast hatred and wanted to complete his unfinished business, but he was suppressed by the Holy Mountain, and the date of this extinction was postponed for more than 13,000 years;  When the way ahead, Luo Jiujiang took the initiative to walk in front of Han Qianling, with a smile on his face, like God's will, like compassion, and like the last pity.

    So eleven years ago, a little child stretched out his hand to the loneliest soul in the world.

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