After flying for another two hours, Zhao Hai felt numb. He had no idea how many cultivators he had met. All of them sat there without moving, their eyes closed as if they were cultivating. However, Zhao Hai could sense a deathly aura from them. The deathly silence had made them lose all hope of living. They were still persevering. Perhaps it was not because they were strong, but because it was a habit. Perhaps their hearts had already died.

However, this was also the reason why Zhao Hai was worried the most. These people were already prepared to die. Their hearts had already given up. This was all because of the environment here. They couldn't leave, so they could only wait for death. In addition, this was a confinement room. It wasn't strange at all for them to have such an aura.

However, if they found a passage to the outside world, they would definitely rush out like crazy. And when they went outside and saw the world full of vitality, what kind of feeling would they have? If they were asked to come back here, they would not be willing to do so even if they were beaten to death. They would fight anyone who wanted them to come back.

Zhao Hai let out a long breath. He really didn't know what to do. This situation was out of his expectation. There were more people here than he had imagined.

At the same time, Zhao Hai also realized that although his spiritual Qi was consumed very quickly, it was not that he could not replenish it at all. It was just that the speed at which it was replenished was very slow. When he was outside, if he flew forward and consumed one unit of spiritual Qi, he would also consume one unit of spiritual Qi, or even more. But here, he flew forward and consumed at least ten units of spiritual Qi, while he could only replenish five or six units at most, which was very little.

Of course, this kind of replenishment wasn't as fast as his spiritual Qi consumption. Zhao Hai also realized that even when he stopped and didn't move, his spiritual Qi was being consumed faster than the replenishment. This was a very strange phenomenon.

"Young man, you just came in, right? If you trust me, stop moving and find a place to stay. That way, you can hold on for a while longer." Just as Zhao Hai was thinking about his own matters, a voice suddenly rang out. The voice was extremely old and weak, but it pulled Zhao Hai back to reality.

Zhao Hai looked in the direction of the voice and found an old cultivator sitting cross-legged on his left, about 200 meters away. He couldn't tell how old this old cultivator was. His hair was all white and his body was very thin, but his eyes were bright and full of spirit. What Zhao Hai found most strange was that he didn't have any death Qi.

Zhao Hai stopped and looked at the old cultivator curiously. He asked in confusion, " "Old Sir, isn't the blood Realm of the netherworld only for young people? How did you get in here?"

The old cultivator looked at Zhao Hai and laughed, " &Quot; I've been in the blood Realm of hell for so long. My black hair turned white, and in the blink of an eye, my hair is all white. &Quot;

Zhao Hai looked at the old cultivator in confusion and said, " &Quot; old Sir, please forgive my rudeness. I heard that no one can last long in the blood Realm of hell. How did you last so long? "

The old cultivator looked at Zhao Hai and chuckled, " "Young man, don't be fooled by my white hair. I'm actually a Buddhist cultivator. Do you understand?"

&Quot; I get it. &Quot; Zhao Hai finally understood what the old cultivator meant. Buddhist cultivators were definitely a special existence among cultivators. They might not be the strongest, but they were famous for their ability to survive. They had a way to keep their spiritual Qi consumption at a low level. This might be the reason why he could last so long in this place.

Zhao Hai slowly flew to the old cultivator's side and said, " &Quot; I don't know how you've been able to hold on for so long, old Sir. I heard that the most difficult thing in the blood Realm of hell is not absorbing spiritual Qi, but to hold on in this deathly silent environment. That's the most difficult thing. How did you survive this endless deathly silence? "

The old cultivator looked at Zhao Hai and said, " young man, it seems like you know the nine-hell Blood Realm very well. That's right. The nine-hell Blood Realm is a deathly silent environment. However, in this environment, I can calm my heart and study the Dharma. This is a good place for me. &Quot;

Zhao Hai looked at the old cultivator and asked in confusion,"Old Sir, aren't you a Buddhist cultivator? Why don't you call yourself a poor monk, but an old man? What's your Dharma name? Can you tell me?"

The old cultivator chuckled and said,"young man, what is Buddha?" What was Buddhism? How could cultivating Buddhism be considered a true Buddhist cultivation? Could it be that the people who called themselves Buddha every day and chanted Sutras every day were the real Buddhist cultivators? No, those people are not true Buddhist cultivators. If you have Buddha in your heart, you are Buddha. If you don't have Buddha in your heart, even if you flip through the Scriptures and break the wooden fish, you are just a fake Buddha. As for the Dharma name, it is just a title. I have long forgotten it. "

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