The Path Toward Heaven

The second level of Zhenmo Prison is no longer those officials and assassins, but the real powerhouses.

For example, some sect masters or big demons of the Underworld, and even some demons left in ancient times are said to be.

The bottom of Jing Jiu's feet did not really land on the ground, otherwise it would definitely make a sound.

But from the slight changes in the air on the soles, he felt that the sand on the ground had softened a lot, like a hard candy that had been exposed to the sun for a long time.

It is already deep in the town of demon prison, there is naturally no sun, but it is still very hot, even countless times hotter than the ground with the sun.

The second floor of the Zhenmo Prison is called the end of the day prison, in addition to the absence of sunlight all day long, the meaning of never being able to leave, may also be related to this horrible sultry heat.

The air was full of fire, as if who had been sprinkled with countless chilli powder, it would be spicy and sore in the throat with just one breath.

Jing Jiu didn't like the coldness of Shang Defeng and Xueyuan, he wasn't too concerned about the heat, and he didn't breathe at this time, so he didn't have to worry about being choked.

He continued to walk forward, the air became hotter and hotter, and the black became thicker and thicker.

In his eyes, he could see a lot of corrugated lines on the exposed stone walls.

It was not weathering but traces softened by heat waves.

I don't know how long I walked. The sultry finally subsided, and the temperature dropped slightly. Jing Jiu stopped and reached into the air.

In the cold and hot place, there will naturally be wind, and he does not worry about who is disturbed by the wind from his movements.

The next moment, he caught an empty air.

He rubbed his fingertips and felt a little tired, as if there was something in the air.

I went further for a while, and the extra things in the air could finally be seen. It was green mist, with a strong smell, and should be very toxic.

Jing Jiu didn't care, and he was sure that the white clothes on his body could bear it, so he felt relieved and was about to move on, suddenly feeling his shoulder light.

At the moment when the iron sword was about to fall, he held the sword backhand, took a look in front of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The cloth wrapped in the iron sword has been seriously eroded by the green mist, and it is still decaying at a rate visible to the naked eye at this time.

Jing Jiu cut off his sleeves, tied the iron sword behind him, and moved on.

The green mist is getting thicker and thicker, and occasionally blown away by the wind, you can see the mottled surface of the stone mountain, and you can also see the pink color, just like the wall of the meat after the decay.

Only those real evil masters and demons can survive in this place.

Walking down the green mist to the deepest point is a mountain stream. Wet cliffs are covered with moss and there is a water hole in the middle.

I do n’t know whether it is because the duckweed or the water. The water is very green, and the surface is constantly rising with green vapor.

That's where the green mist comes from.

Jing Jiu stood by the lake waiting for the wind to come.

Ping moved, and then the wind rose.

Huge white bones can be seen faintly in the water pool, which is extremely strange and terrifying.

The bones should be the remains of a big demon. Judging from the shape and size, the realm of this big demon is afraid that it will not be much different from the mountain demon's righteous father.

Such a powerful demon, for some reason, was imprisoned in the town demon prison, and somehow escaped from the cell to this waterhole.

The pool is thousands of feet deep, and it is the most terrible poison in the world.

The great demon trained his bones to the extreme, beyond the magic weapon, and was not melted, but he died after all.

Since the big demon fled from here, the passage to the next floor seems to be really in this waterhole.

Jing Jiu frowned slightly, a little unhappy, but there was no other way.

If you want to see that person, you have to go through some things.

He walked into the turquoise water pool without making any sound, like a hot sword falling into butter.

Tan Shui soon passed the top of his head, and Qing Ping floated back to cover the vacancy, as if nothing had happened.

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The corrosiveness and toxicity of the pool water is many times stronger than green mist.

Jing Jiugang entered the pool water, and the white clothes on his body appeared a crack, and then quickly became a silk. With his movements, he dispersed and disappeared.

If at this time a sky of light falls, like the well in the sword prison, the picture at this time should be beautiful.

Jing Jiu was swimming in the water.

Soon he came to the deepest part of the waterhole, through a very narrow stone crack, and came to the world below.

This is the third floor of Zhenmo Hell.

The person he was looking for should be here.

Unlike the previous two floors, the third floor of the Zhenmo Prison looks very ordinary. Although there is still no light and darkness, there is no heat and no poison. The air flows naturally, like the spring breeze, just like Jing Jiuzai Like in the water, it gives a very comfortable feeling.

There is only one passage here, looking very deep, and I don't know where to go.

Jing Jiu condensed his sword knowledge into a very thin line and sent it towards the passage.

At the speed of sword consciousness, it still took a long time to return to his sea of ​​consciousness. I can imagine how long this passage is.

The channel is filled with an unimaginable amount of gang wind. The deeper the gang wind is, the stronger the gang wind is, and an unimaginable prohibition is formed at the end.

Even in the heyday, Jing Jiu was reluctant to enter this passage. Apart from the trouble of unblocking that prohibition, there are naturally other reasons.

He knew why the wind in this passage was so strong, and why the prohibition at the end of the passage was so terrible.

——The abyss is over there.

The abyss can lead directly to the Underworld.

Jing Jiu did not want to go to the Underworld, nor did he want to step into that passage.

Where can he go now?

He turned to the left and took two random steps.

An extremely wonderful feeling appeared in his sea of ​​knowledge.

He didn't know where he was.

To be precise, he lost his sense of position in space.

Immediately afterwards, he felt that time had also solidified, and he did not know how long he had been in the Zhenmo prison.

The third floor of Zhenmo Prison is named Taichang.

It is said to be opposite to the impermanence of Zen, which is of course funny.

Jing Jiu knew that this was an error.

Too often is just pronunciation, not that common word.

It's just that people have said a lot, and now I think it's the word too prison.

Even Taichang Temple got its name.

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Taichang Prison is completely isolated from heaven and earth, and no breath or energy can enter here, and no breath or energy can leave here.

Absolute stillness makes time meaningless, especially space.

But there is no sense of position, and the position cannot be determined. How can Jing Jiu find that person?

Jing Jiu closed his eyes and allowed himself to float in this dark and strange space, with no direction and no goal.

In a world without the concept of space, any direction and goal will only get you lost.

He floated in the dark, seemingly relaxed, but actually very serious.

If you really get lost here, it will be very troublesome to leave.

He dared to come here to find someone because he was sure that what he was carrying would certainly form a subtle connection with the other party.

Not knowing how many days floated in the darkness, he finally stopped.

In fact, he couldn't feel himself stopping, but he just woke his eyes and woke up naturally.

In front of him, there was a light and shadow, black and white mixed together, unable to split.

Just when he saw the light and shadow, the light and shadow suddenly changed, scattered into tens of thousands of pieces, and then re-condensed to form a new picture.

Green mountains, red mud, clear lake water, clear blue sky, purple flowers, brown birds.

The world is full of color, but there is no black and white.

Someone is watering the flower tree.

The clothes on his body are even more exaggerated, even if they are colorful, they seem to have painted all the colors in the world.

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(This chapter is too hard, so it is a few minutes late.)