The Path Toward Heaven

Countless magma broke through the transparent giant wall and sprinkled into the abyss, just like a sky of flames in the sky.

Even if the Minghe River is burning and disasters, the earth is shaking, there are still many people in the Underworld who notice this spectacular and beautiful picture, but no one can see the red carp bursting out of the river and entering the night. .

The underworld is dim, and the night is blurred, but there are flames everywhere. The fire carp at that moment was like a wave rising from the underworld, and it was insignificant.

Bai Zhenren stood on the head of Huoyu, with his hands behind him, looking at the black cliff in the lower reaches of the Minghe River, raising his eyebrows slightly.

In that cliff there were numerous soldiers of the Hades who had been poisoned by green smoke. On the high platform there was a tree without a color, and there was a Ming River watching the river silently while the Buddha was watching.

Huoyu felt the breath from the big Buddha and said in panic, "Who is that?"

Bai Zhenren said, "Cao Yuan."

More than a hundred years ago, Huo Li talked with him a lot about the practice of the world when he accepted Tong Yan. When he knew the name, he was shocked and said, "Why did he come down? Did the real man come to kill him?"

Bai Zhenren said: "Even if he fights twice in a row today, it is not easy to kill him. Besides, he has given so much credit to the human race, why did he kill him?"

Huo Li thought that no matter how high your level is, how dare you be so arrogant and talk like that in front of the Buddha ... It was defamating in the abdomen, it suddenly felt the breath emanating from Bai Zhenren, and thought of the fairy again, and gave birth again The deep chill, the fish lips clenched subconsciously, did not dare to say a word.

Cao Yuan looked at the corpses on the banks of the Ming River, and sighed. The iron knife was suddenly covered with a light layer of frost.

He suddenly sensed something, turned to look at the distant night sky, saw the river of fire that fell from the sky, and saw the gradual silence of Mars.

There is less and less seawater falling in the sky of the underworld. The giant who wanted to come back to change the path of the real world changed by Taiping, the gust of wind was gradually extinguished. It should be Bu Qiuxiao's handwriting, watching the extinction The crisis has been lifted, why is it suddenly changing again, what is that distant Mars?

He turned to look at the colorless tree on the high platform, and wanted to make final negotiations with the mage, but found that the mage was no longer under the tree.

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The Styx River is winding endlessly, flowing slowly between the black earth, and occasionally a gale rushes across it. When the stones and dust on the water are brushed off, sparks will splash.

This is similar to the magmatic river at the bottom of the soul valley, but it is actually two completely different things. The fire carp wandered in the river with some uneasiness, feeling the faint pulling force and the smell of soul fire hidden in the river, until it was confirmed that it could not hurt itself, it gradually calmed down.

This is a very desolate place in the underworld, because the underworld will pass through several soul and fire caves, there are no towns and tribes on the shore, and there are no traces of the lives of the people in the underworld.

The Styx River emerged from the Soul Fire Cave, and a fat man kneeled on the white rocky beach opposite it, looking like a pile of meat mountains.

Compared to the small people of the underworld, the underworld priests really looked fat.

The high priest was the most powerful figure in the Hades. After the death of the Hades, he argued with the Hades for more than a hundred years, but eventually lost to the opponents.

For the most basic reason, it was because the Zhongzhou faction who supported him was suppressed by the Qingshan sect who supported the mage master.

The last battle in the underworld has ended at the same time that the real Taiping people died, who can think of how the Master could not find him. He was not on the battlefield, but knelt on this white rocky beach waiting for his master to arrive.

Bai Zhenren asked blankly, "Are you ready?"

The high priest said: "All the formations have been mastered, and the green smoke is ready to go."

Bai Zhenren said, "Mage?"

The high priest said: "He is a real disciple of Taiping. He has no reason to help us."

Huoyi finally vaguely guessed the truth of the matter, and her eyes were frightened and incredible, and she screamed, "How can this be!"

"The road we have taken."

Bai Zhenren looked at the underworld illuminated by the river of fire, just like looking at his own world.

"I want the sea to be a mulberry field. What's wrong with dying?"

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The clouds melted under the golden light, and the figure disappeared.

It was only momentarily that there were a lot of deep wrinkles on the wide forehead of the real person, as if many years old.

He retrieved the Shifangzhen demon tower and spit out blood.

Everyone thought that Baizhen was dead, thinking that it was the price of talking about real people, or that it was a psychological trauma.

Few people heard Jing Jiu's last words.

Tan Zhenren heard it, glanced at him, said nothing, turned and stepped into the void, and came to the cloud boat of Zhongzhou School.

The cloud ship slowly started, left Tianguang Peak, and headed north under the stars.

Because of tonight's affairs, the Zhongzhou faction will inevitably produce great cracks and even fall into turmoil, but at least at this moment, at the moment when everyone thinks that Baizhen is dead and that the real person is alive, silence is all Zhongzhou faction The common choice of practitioners is also the only choice.

Looking at the several Zhongzhou cloud ships that gradually turned into black dots under the stars, the spirituality of the practitioners in each sect was very complicated.

Jing Jiu said, "That's it for today."

The rain stopped for a long time. Obviously, this sentence was not meant to be a guest. The practitioners of various factions came to Tianguangfeng and left.

The northern denominations, such as the Kunlun faction, first left, followed by some lesser-known small denominations, and then the Guocheng Temple, Daze, Suspense Sect, and Jingzong, which are close to Qingshan. Jing Yao wanted to stay, and Jing Jiu waved his hand. Deer Guo Gong saw that he was in a bad mood at this time, and quickly took the God Emperor on his way back to Chaocheng City.

Que Niang helped Zhao Layue to stand on the edge of the cliff, and did not leave with the door with Jing Zong.

There was a dignified voice from the master of the water curtain in the blue curtain car: "What the **** is going on?"

Jing Jiu said, "I don't know."

The blue curtain sedan floated and went east with the stars.

Around Tianguang Peak, only Qingshan disciples remained.

Headed by a real person from Guangyuan, Elder Jiufeng and his disciples bowed down to Tianguangfeng, and said in unison: "Meet the real person in charge."

Jing Jiu said, "It's all gone."

This is what everyone wants to go back to each peak.

The banquet came forward, hesitating a little bit and said, "The real person in charge ..."

At this time, all the people remembered that Shang Defeng had been flattened by the white-bladed fairy. Where should the disciples on Shang Defeng go?

Countless sights fell somewhere in the distance.

There used to be a cold peak covered with snow all year round, but now there is only a black ground.

The stars shone on the peaks, and there, as if adding some snow.

Without the isolation of Castle Peak, the scene in front of him is so real and uncomfortable for his disciples.

"It's better to let Shang Defeng's colleagues go to Xijian Pavilion for a rest and discuss again tomorrow?"

Gu Qing supported her injured body and walked behind Jing Jiu.

"Then do it first."

Jing Jiu threw the silver whip under Tianguangfeng.

The silver whip fell between the peaks and changed back to Xijian Creek.

Xishuiyu ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There was a faint crackling sound, like a hard object on the whip.

Suddenly, Nanwang exclaimed, "What happened to you?"

The crowd looked down her gaze and was startled.

A bloodline appeared on Jing Jiu's earlobe, and it seemed to break.

The crackling sound started from here.

A drop of blood slowly spilled out of that blood line, just like the red tears shed before the beauty left her parents.

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(I've been busy these days, trying to write every day.)

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