Chapter 501 The Person Who Wrote the Bloody Words

At the beginning of the journey, as an ordinary person, facing death, there was only fear and despair. It was because of this sentence that there was hope.

It was like a traveler trapped in the desert. Facing the endless desert, he could not tell the direction at all. His body and spirit had reached the limit, and endless despair surged in his heart.

But if someone tells you the direction, even if you don’t know how far the distance is, at least there is hope with the direction. Even if you die, you will only die on the road to hope.

Never let them know that you can see that this is the case. It pointed out the direction for Fang Xiu, at least let him know how to survive.

But if there was no such sentence, he would be killed far more than eighteen times. He would resist, run away, beg for mercy, and try various ways to avoid death, but it was useless.

With this sentence, he would only work towards the right direction, and he would know clearly in his heart that as long as he ignored it, he could live.

In fact, many people lack not hard work, but a right direction to work hard for.

Sometimes, choosing the right direction is more useful than hard work.

Let me give you a very simple example. When a freshly graduated college student first enters the society, facing 360 professions, who can be sure which profession he will become the top student in?

Maybe you who become a teacher can become a principal in the future, but you don’t know that you will end up in a private enterprise, and when you reach middle age, you will be laid off due to poor corporate performance, and you will be in poverty in middle age.

Maybe you who become an actor can become a movie star in the future, but you don’t know that you will choose to obey your family’s arrangements and pass the civil service exam, working from nine to five every day, repeating the same day for a lifetime.

But if someone tells you clearly that you should become an actor, start with group performance, and never give up, you will definitely become a movie star, the effect will be completely different. You will work hard with hope, even if you fail many times, but hope will not die.

This is the importance of clear direction and the importance of hope.

Kunlun maggots erased this sentence, causing "Fang Xiu" to lose his direction and the energy in his heart to dissipate. At that time, he was just an ordinary person. After many deaths, no one guided him in the direction. He didn’t know how to live, and finally he collapsed.

After Fang Xiu's consciousness collapsed, Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness also woke up.

With this thought, Fang Xiu understood the key to breaking the deadlock.

At this time, his body was almost transparent, and it was almost impossible to see his figure.

But he was not panicked at all, but calmly stretched out his right hand and touched the Kunlun mirror.

Seeing this, Kunlun Maggot couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha... You are not going to stop Kunlun Mirror from changing the past, right?

Do you think you are me?

Even if the strange god wants to drive Kunlun Mirror, it depends on its mood. I can drive Kunlun Mirror because I was born because of it. What about you? Why do you..."

Kunlun Maggot's laughter stopped abruptly. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and his voice began to tremble.

"This... This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"

Fang Xiu's right hand had passed through the mirror of Kunlun Mirror without any hindrance and entered the mirror.

Fang Xiu's mouth curled up into a grim smile: "With virtualization, everything is possible."

That's right, it was with the help of his wife's virtualization that he reached into the ancient artifact, the Kunlun Mirror, and even through the Kunlun Mirror, into the long river of time.

In his current cognition, no one and no existence can stop virtualization, and the Kunlun Mirror is no exception, even the mysterious and strange long river of time is no exception.

His hand passed through the Kunlun Mirror, crossed the long river of time, and like a Kunlun maggot, came to the rental house where he crossed.

Suddenly, he lifted the virtualization, his fingertips cracked, blood was wanton, and then wrote on the ceiling... Don't let them know you can see it! !

With just a few strokes, the blood, driven by its own power, instantly turned into words all over the ceiling.

When Fang Xiu finished writing the last word, his body, which was about to disappear, solidified again.

"Impossible!" Kunlun Maggot roared in disbelief: "Without the protection of Kunlun Mirror, how can you not be affected by the long river of time and leave traces in the past!"

"Maybe, it's because I always swim in the long river of time?"

Kunlun Maggot was stunned, not understanding what Fang Xiu meant by this sentence. How could anyone in this world swim in the long river of time?

However, he didn't have time to think about it. He was so angry that he rushed to wipe off the blood words on the ceiling, and Fang Xiu would naturally not let him succeed.

The two began to wrestle with the long river of time.

The Kunlun Maggot with Kunlun Mirror was like a person riding a small boat on the sea, while Fang Xiu, with many death rolls, had gained rich swimming experience and was a person swimming in the sea.

The two sides kept wrestling, and the blood words on the ceiling disappeared and appeared.

And "Fang Xiu" in the picture also woke up at this time.

Coincidentally, this moment was when the blood words still existed.

"Fang Xiu" looked at the bloody words on the ceiling in confusion.

"What's going on? Who wrote on my ceiling?"

"Don't... let them know, can you see it?"

He subconsciously read the dense bloody words on the ceiling.

"No!!!" The Kunlun maggots roared in anger, and Fang Xiu achieved his goal and stopped fighting with the Kunlun maggots.

So, the bloody words were wiped out by the Kunlun maggots.

Reflected in the eyes of "Fang Xiu", that is, he had just finished reading the blood words, and then the words magically disappeared.

In reality, Fang Xiu's body was completely condensed and restored to its original state.

At this time, he also realized that the blood words on the ceiling were written by himself, and the reason why the blood words disappeared was because of the Kunlun maggots.

Who would have thought that the morning when he just crossed over, seemingly ordinary, was hiding such a dangerous struggle behind it, and it spanned the long river of time.

The last battle of consciousness with Zhou Qingfeng made him realize that it was not Zhou Qingfeng who wrote the blood words. At that time, he thought it could only be one of the two beings. Now think about it, he ignored himself.

No one can leave traces under the gaze of the two beings, except for himself in the chess game...

The angry Kunlun maggots were unwilling and wanted to make trouble, but Fang Xiu did not give him another chance, but went directly into the Kunlun mirror.

His figure appeared on the long river of time.

The river was rushing, the years were surging, the world was changing, the sea was changing, the sun and the moon were rotating, and the waves carrying all kinds of great power kept hitting him.

But they couldn't shake him at all, he seemed to be non-existent, completely beyond time, and not affected by time at all.

As steady as a mountain, he stood proudly on the long river of time.

Not far away, the Kunlun maggot who was driving the Kunlun mirror looked at Fang Xiu in shock.

"You... you... you actually stood on the long river of time without any protection, how is this possible!?"

"I said, virtualization, everything is possible." Fang Xiu said calmly.