The Path Toward Heaven

In the thunderous thunder, countless blue waters fell from a very high place, and when they landed on the ground of the underworld, they brought great impact. There was no difference between them and the stones that fell from the sky, and the mountains on the shore were instantly destroyed. , And then poured into the Styx.

Looking at the green smoke that was blowing in all directions and in the sky, Tong Yan said with no expression on his face, "How will you explain after your Majesty returns?"

"My thoughts are different from those of Her Majesty. The sun and rain are really not what we need, but I don't want to be stepped on by your people."

The mage came to his side and looked towards the chaotic and terrifying world under the cliff, saying, "The world is about to usher in an unprecedented change, and be prepared to embrace it, otherwise everyone will be swallowed up by this torrent. "

"This is destroying the world." Tong Yan turned and looked into his eyes and said, "Are you sure you can do it?"

The mage said: "Today's Castle Peak Ceremony, most of the strong in the human race practice will pass, it is the best time for us to penetrate those channels."

Tong Yan said, "What then?"

"Then as you can see, countless seawater fell from the vortex to the underworld, just like a heavy rain that you humans can't even imagine."

Persevering and ambitious rewarding light appeared on the mage's face, pointing somewhere in the sky and saying, "Look, then there is a gale."

At the highest point in the dim world, at some point in the abyss, a distortion of space suddenly occurred.

That is the rapid flow of air, that is the wind from the surface of the continent.

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The wind in the Qianli Wind Gallery kept whizzing, and the willow trees by the lake were half-crossed to the water, and the picture was a bit nice.

Xiao He sat by the window, her face pale, and the pendant on the earlobe was even more red.

Suddenly the wind got stronger, and a few wires were drilled in from the array around the house, shaking the window slightly, shaking the green silk on her forehead, and the eardrop.

The earrings swayed slowly, turning silently into a red feather about the thickness of a finger, floating out of the window in the wind.

Xiaohe didn't know what was happening at all. Looking at the stormy waves on the lake, his thoughts became more and more frightened.

That delicate red feather floated out of the window, across the stone road between the cottages, across the pond, across the white goose on the pond, and went deep.

This is the most guarded academy of Maozhai. Going deeper than a few dozen feet is where Bu Qiuxiao retreats.

The courtyards and flowing trees around the study were all that Mao Zhai was best at, but he couldn't stop the red feather.

Sui Yiyun suddenly opened his eyes, his face was filled with anger, and the secret way was not good, and he rushed away.

It's a pity that the realm of that red feather is too exquisite, and when he felt it, it was too late.

Deep in the courtyard is an ordinary study.

Bu Qiuxiao sat on the floor with his eyes closed, a book spread out in front of him, his clothes flicked without wind, his breath was quiet and long.

From a few decades ago, he entered a real state of emptyness, travelling between heaven and earth, and realized the supreme mystery.

He will stay in this state until the moment of final sanctification, and will not have any perception of the movement outside him.

A leaf falls in the pond of the study, making countless circles of beautiful ripples.

The red feather drifted into the study quietly under the cover of ripples, came to the front of Bu Qiuxiao with the wind, and so slowly drifted past.

He was about to be sanctified. His physical strength was stronger than the magic weapon, but he was cut by the seemingly soft feather.

Without any sound, a tiny crack appeared on Bu Qiuxiao's fingers.

It was the index finger of his right hand. He usually held the pen at the highest place, and I don't know how many sage articles he wrote.

A drop of blood poured out of that rift.

Yun Yiyun and several old scholars from Maozhai rushed to the study at the fastest speed, just to see this scene.

They didn't know what was going on, they felt a strong anxiety, and quickly began to re-arrange the array, while taking up Hao Ran's righteousness to help Bu Qiuxiao stop bleeding.

But it was too late.

The drop of blood on Bu Qiuxiao's right index finger suddenly dissipated and turned into a very pale mist of blood. He went around the study, and was not stopped at all by those formations.

The pale mist of blood drifted towards the sky, and it didn't take long for them to come into contact with the real wind.

A loud noise!

The scenery of the mountains and rivers around Yimaozhai was all dyed red, as if the sunset had come to the earth in advance.

The most terrifying thing is that those gale winds have also become red, and the whole world seems to be burning.

The gale, which was already extremely horrible, became even more violent at this time. Yimaozhai's formation was forced to show his figure, making a creaking load, and barely supported it.

The students and disciples of Yi Maozhai and the guests from various denominations did not know what happened. They walked out of the cottage and looked at the vision between heaven and earth. They were shocked and speechless.

Xiao He stood up by the window, looked at the **** wind in the sky, felt the power of the more terrible world, and covered his mouth subconsciously.

"The wind has changed!" An old scholar shouted suddenly.

There were countless exclaims in Yimaozhai.

The wind in the Qianli Gallery has never stopped.

The entire practice world knows that those winds come from the underworld deep in the ground. It is violent and terrible. It will not be harmless wind until it passes into the heavenly continent. .

In that year, the ancestor of Maozhai chose to open schools here. In addition to suppressing the passage to the underworld, he also wanted to prevent disasters for the people of the world.

Today these winds have changed direction! How is this going?

The suddenly turned strong wind on the lake lifted from the water and slammed heavily to the other side. At one time, I could only hear a loud, loud noise.

Within a short time, tens of thousands of lotuses flew off the branches and were crushed into powder. The picture looked extremely bleak.

There was a terrifying scream in the depths of the lake. I don't know how many Mo Yan escaped into the distance, causing a huge wave again.

At the entrance of the distant Qianli Wind Gallery, countless winds are pouring in, and Xiaohe's inn has become a ruin.

At the deepest part of the Qianli corridor, the stone mountain leading to the underworld, the wind is extremely terrifying, as if the wind from the entire continent has come here.

There are countless crevices in Shishan. Going deeper is the passage to the underworld. Usually, there is a Maozhai formation method to suppress it.

Countless winds poured into the stone mountains, and the edges of the stone cracks were crisped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then broken into powder.

Those formations also went away.

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"Real people use blood sacrifice to form a heavenly battlefield, forcibly change the heaven and earth channel, let countless seawater enter the mourning, and then break the Maozhai Stone Bell Mountain, so that the wind is in the mourning, and the wind helps the fire, and it can generate countless mists."

The gaze of the mage fell with the wind in the sky above the river and pointed at the smoke. "As you guessed, these mists are poisonous. When they go to the ground, they will kill all ordinary people. people."

Tong Yan said pale, "This is like a stove. He wants to put the whole world on it."

The mage said: "In the past, real people once said that heaven and earth are furnaces and everything is copper. Whether it is the human race or the underworld, how can you go to Wucunjing and go forward better without going through this refining?"

Tong Yan said: "Now there is a bellows and a stove eye, what about the flue? Is it a patio at the East China Sea?"

The mage saw him admiring and said, "Everyone said that you are the best person in the Zhongzhou school, and later Qingshanzong also took advantage of you, which is really extraordinary."

Tong Yan said, "Then you are doomed to fail."

The mage said: "Because Shuiyueyu and Guocheng Temple are there to guard you? You probably don't know that a real person once served as abbot of Guocheng Temple."

Tong Yan said, "But he underestimated someone."

The mage smiled and said, "Real people never despise anyone."

Tong Yan said: "No, no matter how much you value that person, in the end you will still find yourself underestimating him."

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The East China Sea is still calm.

Whether it is the endless turquoise blue water that slams down towards the underworld in the distant sea or the gale pouring into the ground frantically from the depths of the Thousand Miles Gallery, there is no time to affect it. But the fading yellow runes and the shallower scriptures on the cliff walls still shocked the people in Guocheng Temple and Shuiyuelang.

More than a dozen elders and disciples of Shuiyueyu arrived at the mountain side, and it didn't take long for the monks of Guocheng Temple to arrive at the East China Sea, and they saw the shocking picture of the formation that suppressed the patio. It's a lot weaker, and countless filthy and sensational breaths are spilling out to the outside world.

The icy atmosphere from the underworld instantly freezes the weeds on the edge of the cliff into frost strips, and then spreads farther away.

Deep in the weeds, the first chanting of Guocheng Temple and the body of the Master Shuiyuelu also condensed extremely thick ice.

Sky light penetrated the ice layer, illuminating their faces, and faintly saw the corners of their lips moving slightly, not knowing whether they were reading a scripture or a spell.

How is this going?

The people in Guocheng Temple and Shuiyueyu were so shocked that they wanted to rebuild the formation, but found that they could not pass through this cold and underworld atmosphere.

The earth suddenly shook, and gravel fell on the cliffs. Those frosty weeds were broken every inch. There was an extremely dull noise from the ground.

Deep in the sea not far away, Xuanyin's ancestors did not know when he had opened his eyes, and his hands formed a vortex with the seawater, slowly retracting his side.

A huge hole appeared on the cliff in the depths of the sea, and there were countless dead fish floating around. It was the innocent life directly crushed by the violent undercurrent.

Looking at the picture in front of him, the ancestor's eyes were full of joy and pride.

He is very satisfied with his previous palm, even at the peak.

One palm fell.

The thirty-three days in the Tongtianjing directly broke the sixth.

If there are a few more palms, the patio will be completely opened.

Just such a powerful palm consumed a lot of his breath, and he needed to temporarily adjust his breath to calm down, and the ancestor sat down on the sea floor again.

A very pale green smoke rose from the bottom of the Tongtian well, and floated into the sea from a crack on the sea floor.

If it were ordinary people, they could not smell the green smoke, but what kind of realm was Xuanyin's ancestor, and he suddenly found something strange and took a deep breath.

The blue smoke twisted like a snake in the sea water, drifted over, came to his nose, was sucked in by him, and only a little residue remained in the sea water.

The sea water gradually calmed down, and a turtle swam to the ancestor, then silently lost its breath.

The ancestor felt the smell of green smoke and looked at the dead turtle, knowing that the real plan was successful, his face showed some crazy smile, and his eyes were extremely bright.

At this time, he was like a drunk old idler, and like a toad that was immortal.

That turtle was the first continental life to be poisoned by the blue smoke of the underworld, and this is just the beginning. As long as the patio is opened, a perfect heaven and earth channel can be formed with the large vortex and the air corridor. No one can reverse this process, even if the fairy returns.

With more and more seawater falling down, more and more winds pouring into the underworld in the thousand-mile wind corridor, and as the flames of the underworld are getting higher, each other will produce more green smoke. Those green smoke will pass through the Tongtian well to the ground and will kill more and more lives. No matter they hide in the sea or the mountains, they cannot escape death.

Not only is the heavenly continent, Penglai Shendao and the distant Dongyi Road can not escape this disaster, even the distant other continent will eventually be covered by green smoke.

It will take decades or hundreds of years for these green smoke to be purified by heaven and earth. At that time, all ordinary people will die.

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Tong Yan said: "It can't be this simple. The green smoke is scattered around the underworld. To send them from the fixed channel to the surface of the heavenly continent, it will inevitably require a great array. To prepare this array, it will take a long time. . "

"The real person started preparing for the second time in the underworld, how long do you think about it? And I am the concrete implementer of the underworld plan." The master said: "The biggest difference between me and the high priest is here, in his eyes. All the underworld creatures are his slaves, and his property is reluctant to die, but I am not. "

Tong Yan said, "I have always felt that you have been too weak in the face of Qingshan for more than a century. It turned out to be a cover for your true purpose."

The mage looked at him with interest and said, "You are really good at deducting calculations. I can defeat the High Priest so easily and thanks to your help, I just don't understand why you suddenly came to the Nether again. Did you count it all? "

"Jing Jiu can count all of this. I don't have this ability. When I play a game that is too complicated and beyond the computing power, I am used to making judgments based on my instinct."

Tong Yan said, "I didn't count anything in Jingyuan that day. I just thought I should come to the underworld to see it, so I came."

The mage said with emotion: "This intuition on the chessboard is really terrible. Fortunately, your realm is not enough, even if you come, you can't change anything."

"My computing power is not as good as that of Jingjiu, but there are always some, at least I will not make the most basic mistake ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ If I can't change anything, why did I come at the beginning?

An ancient bell appeared in Tong Yan's right hand.

The mage's pupils narrowed suddenly, and the blue clothes danced without wind, taking his body toward the distance.

Tong Yan's fingers fell on this little clock.

Hum!

The bells echoed on the high platform between the cliffs.

The wind was so strong that the sky was dark, and even the flames in the distant ground Muhe were crushed.

The mage muttered a sigh, and hit the cliff heavily, spitting blood.

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(Too tired to drive, canceled the trip to Aershan, and went home in advance. About this trip, I wrote a running account and posted it in the WeChat public account. Please take a look if you are interested.)