The Path Toward Heaven

Hearing this sentence, Emperor Ming was silent for a long time.

When he was very young, he left the underworld and was deceived into the world. He never left the town demon prison.

But he still experienced many earth-shattering events, beyond his imagination.

Those statements that are not as good as Jing Jiu's are more shocking.

At this time, recalling the previous conversation between him and Jing Jiu, his deep intentions gradually surfaced, still related to his wish.

Emperor Xing laughed, raised his right hand and stretched out to a flower tree more than ten feet away.

The invisible soul fire cut off a few flowers like fingers, and then grabbed the handle and sent it to Jing Jiu.

"There are flowers that can be folded straight and folded, not waiting for the spring breeze to warm the house." Ming Huang said.

Jing Jiu said: "Good word."

"Your evaluation is too heartless."

The emperor then asked: "Do you have a name for the sword-ghost method created by the soul fire master?"

Jing Jiu shook his head. He was not prepared to give this Taoism a name. Anyway, in the past and future that he can see, only he can use this Taoism.

The emperor said: "I have thought about this problem occasionally in the past three years. What do you think of it as the ghost sword?"

In a sense, this brand-new sword ghost method was created by Jing Jiu and the Emperor Ming, and the name has a ghost and a fairy, which is very suitable.

Moreover, the two very different and contradictory concepts of Nether and Immortal, when put together, seem to be very harmonious, and there is a feeling of natural nature.

It's just that the fairy sword is really an arrogant name.

Jing Jiu said: "Good name."

This evaluation is very distracting.

Emperor Xing smiled slightly, said nothing, and waved.

There was a clear ringtone in the dark cloud, and lightning flashed slightly, thinking farewell.

Jing Jiu stepped forward and stepped into the darkness outside the cliff.

The verdant valley instantly turned into countless colored light spots, and then the color faded into a monotonous world of black and white.

Jing Jiu did not turn around to look, closed his eyes, and began to feel the traces left when he came.

There is no concept of time or space in Taichang Prison, but this is only an approximation, not an absolute one, otherwise the dragon has been sanctified.

Do not know how long it took, Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up, then returned to the third floor of Zhenmo Hei.

In front of him, there was an extremely deep passage filled with gang winds that led to the abyss.

He was here right now, he walked two steps to the left and entered Taichang Prison.

Now he is back.

In three years, nothing seemed to happen, like a dream.

Only the footprints on the ground prove something.

Passing by will leave traces, and will not be as Qingping as no one.

Jing Jiu squatted down, put the flower seeds given to him by the Emperor into the mud, and then stretched out his hand to grab some very small things in the air and send them into the void.

After finishing these things, he turned and walked towards the town of the demon prison.

The flower branches on the muddy ground moved without wind, like waving hands.

The passage up is very narrow, and some places are like a seam.

Jing Jiu floated up without any hindrance, and passed through the stone cracks like a wind, walking further and further.

The top of the stone slit is getting darker and darker, and it is the bottom of the poisonous Bitan.

Jing Jiu looked at that place, thinking about the Underworld Emperor staying in the verdant valley.

The Emperor Hades did not tell all the truth.

Mosquitoes in the Demon Prison, besides being used to suck soul fire to the Underworld to prove that he is still alive, have another layer of use.

If it is the Emperor of the Heyday, the Canglong can't take him, not to mention these mosquitoes, but the Zhongzhou faction was very good or poisonous.

After the Emperor Hades was suppressed into the Demon Prison, he remained in a very weak state, which was what Jing Jiu saw three years ago.

In this state, the Hades cannot resist those mosquitoes, and can only let the mosquitoes bite, the soul fire ceases to disappear, and there is no way to restore strength.

Just like in the snowy field, in order to resist the severe cold, he kept consuming Zhenyuan and burning sword fire.

If this situation continues like this, the Emperor Hades can only remain so weak for a long time, until it is boring for a long time.

Jing Jiu helped him master the methods of getting rid of mosquitoes, which gave him a chance.

If standing on the standpoint of the human race, Jing Jiu should not give the Emperor this opportunity, but he did not refuse, because he knew what the Emperor wanted to do.

Just like Shi Fengchen committed suicide in front of him, he could stop it but didn't do it.

He has always respected the last choice of life.

Because life and death are the biggest.

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The town of Devil Prison is sometimes like a siege.

People in the city want to go out, but someone outside the city wants to come in.

When Jing Jiu was about to leave, when the Emperor Hades decided to let himself be forgotten by his subjects, someone wanted to enter the Zhenmo prison to change all this.

A few days ago, Qingtian sent a recidivist into the town demon prison. It is said to be a think tank somewhere in Lao Lin. He would not practice, but it was very dangerous.

Deep in the stone mountain at the uppermost level of Zhenmo Prison, a middle-aged man stood silently in front of the cell door.

He is not the think tank of Lao Lin, but a letter sent by King Jingxin through the commander of the Qingtian Division.

Since he is the letter itself, he naturally does not know where to send the letter.

The door of the cell slowly opened, and an old man appeared in front of him.

The town of demons was extremely dark and without light, but the old man's appearance was very clear because the old man was glowing.

The old man's hair is very messy, piled like weeds, and there are two protrusions hidden in it, looking strange.

The middle-aged man has some doubts, thinking that there is no bodyguard in the Zhenmo prison, only puppets. Why would an old man suddenly appear?

The old man said blankly, "Come out."

The middle-aged man wanted to say that his feet were locked in shackles and looked down, but found that the shackles did not know when it had been opened, and quickly followed.

Crazy shouts and singing were everywhere between the cliffs, and the sober prisoners were afraid to make any sound when they saw the old man.

The old man looked at the cliff in the night, and those crazy raps suddenly stopped, and then he looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Who do you want to send a letter to?"

The middle-aged man said, "I don't know who this letter is for, it seems to be for you now."

The old man asked blankly: "Do you know who I am?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

Bu Lao Lin knew that Prince Jingxin would not dare to hide from the Zhongzhou faction, so no matter who he sent, he would be closely monitored from the first moment of entering the Zhenmo prison, and it was impossible to do anything.But the middle-aged man didn't want to do anything, he was just a letter.

Whoever takes this letter will be the recipient.

The old man said, "Content."

The middle-aged man said, "A ghost has arrived in the Zhenmo prison."

The old man's eyes showed a cruel and mocking look: "It seems that you really don't know who I am, otherwise how can you say such ridiculous words."

Everything that happened in Zhenmo Prison could not be concealed from him.

After saying this, the old man no longer ignored the middle-aged man and walked toward the depths of the Zhenmo prison. The light and shadow from his body remained in the air for a long time.

From the cliff to the second floor of the fiery town of Devil Prison, and then to the mossy mountain stream.

Middle-aged people know that they are dying.

The old man reached out and pushed him off the cliff.

The middle-aged man fell into the water hole between the cliffs and started to struggle with waving his arms.

Soon his arm fleshed off, revealing bones.

A frightened expression appeared on his face, and then festered into a more frightened picture.

It didn't take long for him to disappear into the pool water, leaving no bones left.

The old man still feels very hungry and somewhat dissatisfied.

Then he was a little surprised, because the letter sent by Bu Lao Lin was actually this sentence.

——A ghost came from the Zhenmo prison.

He stared blankly at Bitan below, wishing that the ghost would feed himself.

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(The summer vacation travel plan is about to start, and it will start at 8: 1 pm tomorrow. If you are too late to write a report in advance. I wish you all a happy summer.)