The Path Toward Heaven

If you are willing to go day and night, you still have to fight for the day and night.

It stands to reason that Jing Jiu should have left after thinking about that sentence, but he didn't get up, still sitting in a daze by the river.

I left Qingshan to find the Grinding Stone. Now the demon bones of the demon prison are gone, and the demon bones at the bottom of the Soul Valley have turned into dust. Where should I go?

He is still a person who ignores the world, and some changes have occurred in some minor places. For example, he occasionally leaves Qingshan, and there are often people around him when traveling, whether it is Gu Qing or winter, or Zhao Layue, now Some are not used to being alone and feel a little bored.

He didn't take out the bamboo chair. The temperature on the banks of the magma river was too high, and a fire would splash out at any time. It would be a pity if the bamboo chair burned.

He didn't take out the porcelain plate either. I don't know when he started, he rarely played the game of sand.

Suddenly he stood up, put away his white clothes, and walked into the magma, with the cosmic front quietly following behind.

He was not disheartened by the tens of thousands of years, and decided to commit suicide and burn himself with fire, but just wanted to take a shower.

The flaming magma was like golden water, which he picked up from the river and poured it on his face, then ran down his body, splashing hundreds of Mars on the river.

Unless it is the fire of the Yang Gang produced by the Dao furnace and the Xianjie magic weapon, it is difficult for a flame to hurt him, including these hot and terrifying magma.

The temperature of the magma was extremely high. With his eyes closed, he could feel the scorching heat, and his body felt a slight pain, and then he felt refreshed.

The steam bath didn't make any sense to him, nor did the massage. I didn't expect to find a similar fun in the underground fire river today.

Jing Jiu felt very comfortable, and he simply lay in the magma, resting his head on the back of his head with both hands, looking at the sunset pattern on the stone wall at the top of the cave.

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Many monks actually did not want to understand that there is actually no unbreakable connection between Soaring and Longevity.

Soaring does not mean longevity. Those predecessors who left Chaotian Continent may have died long ago.

Longevity does not necessarily have to soar. Based on Jing Jiu's observation, the turtle on the top of Tianguang Peak can live at least tens of thousands of years, or even longer.

Longevity is to live.

Soaring is to go out.

Living and going out are all for finding new fun.

This fun includes, but is not limited to, the enjoyment of life instincts. It refers more to discovering knowledge that you do not understand, laws you have not touched, and unknown worlds you have not imagined.Then it is natural to bathe in magma and soak in the magma like hot springs.

According to Jing Jiu's actions, even if he has occasional fun in this area, he will not stay in this fun for too long.

Because this novel experience can still be calculated, it is expected.

Today he lay in the magma for a long time.

Before entering the ground, he sat all night by the wild lake.

He was looking down for a long time at the Tongtianjing by the East China Sea.

All because of hesitation.

Before the trip, he had already calculated that it should be difficult to find a suitable demon bone at the bottom of the Soul Valley. It might even be a little dangerous, but it still came.

Because here is very close to the abyss, there is the underworld.

He is unwilling to go to the snow field, because the snow field is dangerous, he is even more reluctant to go to the underworld, because it is also very dangerous there.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't hesitate at all, just turn around and leave. Why is he lying in the magma at this time, watching the sky full of sunsets in a daze?

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Few people know what Jing Jiu likes.

Liu Shisui only knows that he likes to lie on a bamboo chair, so no matter he is in Tianguangfeng or Guocheng Temple, he has not forgotten to plant a few bushes of bamboo, so that he can easily repair the bamboo chair.

Gu Qing only knows that he likes to watch the snow, so when the snow falls every year, he will take the initiative to move out of the Taoist Temple with Yuan Qu, leaving the good position of the window to Master.

Zhao Layue only knows that he likes to keep his long black hair, so she doesn't do it, but still insists that he comb his hair.

But even the three of them didn't know what Jing Jiu really didn't like.

There are many things he does not want to do, that is because he is lazy, or feels meaningless, does not mean that he does not like it.

For example, if he does not eat hot pot, he just feels that eating this action is meaningless, which does not mean that he does not like hot pot.

When Senior Brother and Yuanliu were eating hot pot in Shangdefeng, he liked to sit and watch.

This habit has remained until now.

Now, he likes to watch Zhao Layue eat hot pot.

In the countless restaurants in Chaotian Mainland, there are white soups that are looked upon by him.

Only winter will know the answer.

Jing Jiu's least favorite thing is to owe people.

Whether it is love or money or something.

After the smoke disappeared, in the distant outside world, his body still had a cloud of gas.

That is the unresolved cause and effect, the unfinished missed condition.

Soaring failed because of these, he naturally disliked it.

So since his rebirth, he has paid attention to these aspects. Those he owed in the past are all trying to make up for it, but he has added some new debts.

The biggest creditor is the Hades.

In the Town Demon Prison, the Emperor Ming passed on his soul and fire, he promised to help the Emperor find an heir, and passed on both the Emperor's Seal and the Soul Fire.

Thirteen years later, he hasn't finished this matter yet.

He put the cosmic front into the universe, closed his eyes, and sank towards the bottom of the magma.

The magma density is very high, and ordinary people cannot sink if they are not burned to ashes, but he is naturally different.

He followed the magma river to the distance, like a stone.

More than ten miles away is where the river bifurcates, one river going up and one river going down.

Downstream and upstream, the river will make its own choice.

Is this an irresponsible follower, or the monks of Guocheng Temple like to talk about fate, or is it lazy?

Perhaps Jing Jiu didn't have an answer himself, he could only clearly feel that as he got deeper in the magma, the temperature around him became higher and higher, and his right hand became a little softer, which is exactly what he wanted need.

He floated along the magma river for a long time, and one day suddenly hit something, opened his eyes, and found that a wall was blocking the way.

This wall is transparent.

The magma river encountered the wall and could not continue to move forward, violently returning, forming countless small vortices, producing countless clusters of flames, and looked like thousands of stove eyes.

If you go back to the ground, you can only see the sky and not the walls, so here is the ground.

Jing Jiu walked with his hands to the transparent wall and looked into the distance.

This wall is so high that it stretches for miles, and I can't see the end.

There is a dark abyss.

The abyss is the underworld.

To be a leader of the sect of the human race, strength is a necessary condition, but it is not all. You must also take a lot of responsibilities for the human race and pay a lot of costs, such as guarding the passage between the human world and the underworld.

The long-established and renowned sects of Chaotian Continent all have their own guarded channels.

The Wuenmen Gate guards the Wanshou Mountain Bottom Passage. The Tongtian Pedestal on the East Sea is jointly monitored by Shuiyue Temple and Guocheng Temple. Yimaozhai guards the Qianli Wind Gallery.

The Zhongzhou faction has the highest status, the strongest strength, and naturally has the greatest responsibility. The Canglong incarnates the town of the devil to guard the Chaoge City, and is also responsible for the channel of the Soul Valley.

This transparent giant wall that stretches for many miles should be the seal of the Zhongzhou faction. Judging from the breath, it is indeed extremely powerful and indestructible.

The Qingshan Sect has no guarded underworld channel, because the water in the south is rich and the underground cracks are filled, but it also pays a lot.

If the Zhongzhou faction paid for the magical beast trapped and the powerful magic weapon and formation required by the seal, the Qingshan Sect paid for the sword and blood.

Jing Jiu stood with his hands in front of the transparent giant wall, staring quietly at the abyss there.

Thirteen years ago, the Underworld Emperor was also watching the abyss quietly through a transparent and unbreakable barrier.

At that time, Emperor Ming's eyes were full of nostalgia for his hometown, but his eyes were much more complicated at this time.

His eyes traversed the abyss and fell to the underworld far away.

The landform of the underworld is very similar to the sky here, and there are also steep mountains, but without the sun, the light is extremely dim and can only be illuminated by ground fire.

A slightly bright river meanders through the mountains, bringing light and hope to life on both sides.

Jing Jiu looked away and looked at his right hand.

After soaking in the magma river for so long, his right hand softened.

He kept his hands on his back, but actually kneaded his right index finger with his left hand.

The index finger seems to have no change, but it is actually sharper, and it is almost back to the level when it was intact.

Jing Jiu extended his index finger and pointed towards the transparent giant wall in front of him.

The transparent wall seems to have no thickness and no flexibility.

This sounds very ordinary, but it is a terrible thing to think about, even unimaginable.

I do not know what formation method was used by the previous generation of immortals when Zhongzhou faction sealed this place 30,000 years ago, and how many magic weapons were consumed.

With a soft sound, Jing Jiu's fingertips fell on the transparent wall.

Feeling the feedback from his fingertips, he raised his eyebrows, and his sword suddenly exploded.

Thousands of extremely delicate and fierce sword intentions emanated from his body, like the willow leaves blown by the wind, swirling around.

Several pieces of black stone at the foot were cut into pieces, and numerous cracks appeared on the surface of the magma in the river, which could not be bridged.

Even when he confronted Xuanyin ancestors in Guocheng Temple, he did not enter this state, and when the crossing monk attacked him, he was affected by Xianlu.

Since his rebirth, this is the first time he has truly shown his strongest appearance.

In an instant, his face became extremely pale.

There was another crackling sound.

His fingertips seemed to penetrate the transparent wall, and nothing seemed to happen.

If you look at it with your naked eyes, you won't see any change even if you look at it with your fingers.

Jing Jiu was a little tired, this finger seemed to deplete his sword yuan.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to practice.

In front of his eyes, the transparent giant wall clearly shows the abyss and the underworld beyond, just like a giant painting, waiting for him to wake up and enjoy it again.

After seventy breaths.

The lava river suddenly faded, and a shadow came out of nowhere and fell on him.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked to the side of the transparent giant wall.

The smell in that shadow was very cold and strange, and he was no stranger.

This is a projection of an underworld figure.

The Ministry of the Underworld now wants to influence the Chaotian Continent, and most of the time it can only be done this way.In the same year, Zhong Cheng sent Yuan Ying's elder Wei Chengzi to assassinate Zhao Layue but failed. On the way to escape, he was killed by shadows of the three disciples of the mage master. In the same way.

This big underworld figure is very powerful, far beyond Jing Jiu now, I believe his shadow is not too difficult to kill Jing Jiu.

But there was no fear in Jing Jiu's face, not even vigilance.

He had long known that the other party would appear.

Because the other party was what he called.

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"who are you?"

There is no one when a person appears on the other side of the transparent giant wall.

The man squinted his eyes, the colored light flowing on his face without eyebrows, but still unable to overwhelm his clothes.

He was wearing a royal blue dress, the color was very bright, and it was very eye-catching in the background full of black and white and faint fire.

There is no blue sky in the underworld, no green fields, only dull black and white and gray tones. The clothes of ordinary people are generally in this color. Only nobles with extremely high status are eligible to paint.

When Jing Jiu first met Emperor Jing in the town of Devil Prison, Ming Emperor wore colorful clothes.

The color of this man's clothes is so eye-catching, and naturally has a very high status in the Underworld.

This person was informed by Jing Jiu, and he was able to come across the abyss within seventy breaths. The speed is really amazing.

I haven't seen it in three hundred years, and it really is stronger.

Jing Jiu thought about this matter with some emotion.

The man's expression was weak, exhaling a strong breath.

Like the vast majority in the underworld, he is also very short, only about four feet tall, but at this time as the breath escapes, it feels very tall, as if even this transparent giant wall is about to stop Live him.

With such a strong breath, there are not many people looking at the heavenly continent, I am afraid that they are at the same level as Liu Ci!

Jing Jiu said: "Since you know the origin of the mosquitoes, you should guess who I am. I don't believe that Taiping hasn't told you what happened in the demon prison."

The man looked at Jing Jiu quietly and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

Jing Jiu said, "I am the sealer."

Mosquito.

Seal.

The man was silent for a long time and asked, "Your Majesty is still alive?"

Jing Jiu shook his head.

The man said: "If your majesty is dead, why is there still his soul fire in the mosquitoes?"

Jing Jiu said: "I said, you should know that I was by his side before he died."

The man looked at the quiet Styx under the abyss, and was silent again for a long time, saying, "Hand over the Seal of the Underworld Emperor, I will not kill you today."

Jing Jiu said, "Do you think I should be afraid of you?"

The man raised his head and stared at Jing Jiu's eyes. His voice said without emotion: "Do you know who I am?"

Jing Jiu said: "Of course I know you are a mage. I also know something else, do you want to hear it?"

For example, three hundred years ago, you were almost killed by someone with a sword.

Yes, this unpredictable blue man in the same level as Liu Ci is the strongest mage in today's meditation department.

He looked at Jing Jiu quietly and suddenly asked, "What do you want?"

Jing Jiu said: "The mosquito has the Soul Fire of the Hades, which is enough to show your legitimacy, and it can help you calm down the controversy of the Hades. You must hurry to choose a suitable heir to the throne and send it to the world for me to see. "

The mage's eyes narrowed even more, and he said, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Jing Jiu said, "This is what the Emperor Hades told me before he died."

The meditator said with a blank expression: "In those years, the monk went down to the earth, but he never came back. Do you think this kind of thing might happen again?"

Jing Jiu said: "If the new emperor does not get my approval, the Seal of the Underworld Emperor will not return to the Underworld."

The mage said: "If this is the case, then you are kind to my underworld, but ... what do you want?"

The same question.

Jing Jiu said to the mage: "Have you ever considered joining forces with Qingshan, except Taiping?"

The mage smiled and said, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Jing Jiu said: "I said I know a lot of other things, for example, you are a disciple of Taiping in the Mingbu."

Hearing this sentence, the Master's expression changed slightly.

Jing Jiu continued: "According to the age of entry, you should be after Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing, so you are Primary Three."

The mage's eyes narrowed into a line and said, "Since you know my relationship with a real person, would you like to persuade me to join forces with Qingshan?"

Jing Jiu calmly said: "I am very good at persuading his disciples to betray him."