The Path Toward Heaven

In the thunderous thunder, countless azure waters fell from extremely high places, and when they landed on the ground of the underworld, they brought great impact, no difference from the stones that fell from the sky, and they instantly destroyed the mountains on the shore. And then poured into the Styx.

Looking at the blue smoke drifting in all directions and into the sky, Tong Yan said with a blank expression: "How do you confess when your majesty comes back?"

"My thoughts are different from those of Your Majesty. Sunshine Yulu is indeed not something we must, but I also do not want to be trampled on your head by your human race."

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

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

The mage said: "Today's Qingshan Ceremony, most of the strong people in the human race will pass, and it is the best time for us to penetrate those passages."

Tong Yan said: "And then?"

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

The mage's face showed a stoic and rewarding light, pointing somewhere in the sky and saying, "Look, then there is a strong wind."

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

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

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The wind in the Thousands of Miles Corridor is constantly roaring, and the willow trees by the lake are half across the surface of the water.

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

Suddenly, the wind grew stronger, and a few wires were drilled in from the formation around the house. The windows flicked slightly, the green silk in front of her, and the eardrops.

The eardrop swayed slowly, silently turning into a red feather about the length of a finger, and drifted out of the window with the wind.

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

The delicate red feather floated out of the window, across the stone path between the grass hut, across the pond, and over the white goose on the pond, and went towards the depths.

This is the most guarded academic palace in Yimaozhai, but it can't go deeper than a few tens of feet. This is the place where Bu Qiuxiao studied and closed.

The flowers and trees in the courtyard around Shuzhai are the best formations of Yizhai, but they failed to stop the red feather.

Xi Yiyun suddenly opened his eyes, his face showing a look of anger, the dark road was not good, and flew away.

It is a pity that the realm of the red feather is too subtle, and when he sensed it, it was too late.

There is a very ordinary study in the deep courtyard.

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

He entered a real state of emptiness from a few decades ago. He traveled between heaven and earth and felt the highest sense of justice.

Until the moment of final sanctification comes, he will stay in this state and will not have any perception of the movement outside.

A leaf fell in the pond of the study, and there were countless circles of beautiful ripples.

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

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

Without any sound, a tiny crack appeared in Bu Qiuxiao's finger.

That was the index finger of his right hand. When he was holding the pen, he was at the highest point. I don't know how many sage articles he wrote.

A drop of blood came out of the rift.

Xi Yiyun and several Yi Mao Zhai old scholars rushed to the library at the fastest speed, just saw this scene.

They did not know what was happening, felt strong uneasiness, and quickly began to rearrange their formations, and at the same time they transported Haoran upright to help Bu Qiuxiao stop bleeding.

But it was really too late.

The drop of blood on Bu Qiuxiao's right index finger suddenly dissipated, turned into a very pale blood mist, and walked around the study, without being stopped by those intentions.

The faint blood mist drifted towards the sky, and it didn't take long for it to be exposed to the real wind.

A loud noise!

The mountains and rivers around Yimaozhai were all stained red, as if the setting sun had come to the earth in advance.

The most frightening thing is that the gusting winds were also stained red, and the whole world seemed to start to burn.

The extremely terrifying gale became more violent at this time, and Yi Mao Zhai's formation was forced to show his body, making a crunching load-bearing sound, barely supporting it.

The scholar disciples of Yi Mao Zhai and the guests from various denominations did not know what happened, and they all walked out of the hut and looked at the vision between the world and were shocked and speechless.

Xiao He stood up by the window, looked at the bloody wind in the sky, felt the power of the more terrifying world, and covered her mouth subconsciously.

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

Numerous exclamations sounded in Yi Mao Zhai.

The wind in the Thousand Mile Wind Gallery never stopped.

The entire practice world knows that those winds come from the deep underworld, violent and terrible. Until after thousands of miles, the smooth water and the canyon continue to grind, and eventually they will become harmless winds into the heaven .

At that time, Yimaozhai ancestors chose to set up an established school here. In addition to suppressing the passage to the underworld, they also wanted to stop the disaster for the common people of the world.

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

The lotus on the lake was taken up from the water by the suddenly turning wind, and hit the other side heavily. Only a crackling and loud noise could be heard for a time.

In a very short period of time, tens of thousands of lotus blossoms broke off and were crushed into powder. The picture looked extremely bleak.

A horrified scream came from the depths of the lake. I don't know how many Mojiao turned away from the distance, which caused the lake to generate huge waves again.

At the entrance of the distant thousand-mile wind corridor, countless winds are pouring into it, and the inn in Xiaohe has been turned into ruins.

In the deepest part of the Thousand Mile Wind Corridor, the stone mountain leading to the Underworld, the wind is even more terrifying, as if the wind of the entire mainland has arrived here.

There are countless cracks in the stone mountain. Going deep is the passage to the underworld. Usually there is a Maozhai formation to suppress.

Numerous gusts of wind rushed into the stone mountain, and the edges of the stone cracks were crisped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then shattered into powder.

Those formations also dispersed.

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"Real people use blood sacrifices to form a celestial killing formation, forcibly change the passage of heaven and earth, let countless seawater enter the underworld, and then break a Maozhai stone bell mountain, let the violent wind enter the underworld, and the wind will help the fire, and it will produce countless fog.

The sight of the mage fell with the wind in the high altitude above the Styx, pointing at the green smoke and saying, "As you might guess, these mists are poisonous. When they go to the ground, they will kill all ordinary people."

Tong Yan said pale: "It's like a stove, he wants to put the whole world on it."

The mage said: "In the past, real people once said that the world is the furnace, and everything is copper. No matter whether it is the human race or the underworld, how can we go to save the world without going through this refining, and move forward better?"

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

The mage looked at him and said with appreciation: "They all say that you are the best person in Zhongzhou faction. Later, Qingshan Sect also borrowed you quite a lot, which is really extraordinary."

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

The mage said: "Because Shuiyuean and Guocheng Temple are guarding it together? You probably don't know that a real person once served as an abbot of Guocheng Temple."

Tong Yan said: "But he underestimated a person."

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.

No matter whether it is the endless blue water that crashes down into the underworld in the distant sea or the wind that is madly poured into the ground from the depths of the thousands of miles of the corridor, there is no time to affect it here.But the fading yellow rune paper and the shallowing scriptures on the cliff wall still alarmed the people in Guocheng Temple and Shuiyue Temple.

More than ten elders and disciples of Shuiyuean rushed to the mountain side, and not long after, the monks of Guocheng Temple also rushed to the East China Sea, seeing a picture that shocked them tremendously. It has become much weaker, and countless filthy and pleasant breaths are spilling out to the outside world.

Those cold breaths from the underworld instantly frozen the wild grass on the cliff into frost strips, and then spread farther away.

In the depths of the wild grass, Guocheng Temple's first lecture and the body of Master Shuiyuean also condensed into extremely thick ice.

The sky light penetrated the ice, illuminating their faces, vaguely seeing the corners of their lips slightly twitching, not knowing whether they were reading scriptures or mantras.

How is this going?

The people in Guocheng Temple and Shuiyue Temple were so shocked that they wanted to restore the formation, but found that they couldn't pass through this cold, underworld atmosphere.

The earth suddenly shook, the gravel fell on the cliff, and those frosted grasses were broken in inches, and an extremely dull loud noise came from the ground.

Not far away in the sea water, Xuanyin's ancestor had opened his eyes sometime, and his hands formed a vortex with the sea water, and slowly retracted to his side.

A giant hole appeared on the cliff deep in the sea, and there were countless dead fish floating around. That was the innocent life that was directly crushed to death by the violent undercurrent.

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

He was very satisfied with his previous palm, which was the same level in the peak period.

A palm fell.

The thirty-three heavens in the open patio directly broke the sixth heaven.

If you give a few more palms, Tongtianjing will be completely opened.

It's just that such a powerful palm consumes a lot of his magic breath, and needs to temporarily adjust the rate to calm down, and the ancestor sat down again on the seabed.

A very pale green smoke rose from the bottom of the Tongtian well and drifted into the seawater from the rift on the seabed.

If ordinary people can't smell the green smoke naturally, but what kind of realm is Xuanyin's ancestor? He suddenly found something strange and took a deep breath.

The green smoke twisted like a snake in the sea water, drifting past, came to his nose, was sucked in by him, and only very little residue was melted into the sea water.

The sea water gradually calmed down, and a turtle swam to the ancestor in silence, then quietly breathed.

Patriarch felt the smell of green smoke, and looked at the dead turtle, knowing that the real person's plan was successful, with a crazy smile on his face, and his eyes were extremely bright.

At this time, he was like an old drunk man who was drunk, and he was like a toad who sucked fairy air.

The turtle was the first mainland life to be poisoned by the smoke of the underworld, and this is just the beginning.As long as the patio is opened, it can form a perfect heaven and earth passage with the maelstrom and wind corridor. No one can reverse this process, and even the return of the fairy.

As more and more seawater falls from the maelstrom, as more wind is poured into the underworld in the thousands of miles of wind corridors, and as the underworld's flames become higher and higher, each other will produce more smoke.Those green smoke will pass through the patio to the ground and will kill more and more lives. Whether they hide in the sea or in the mountains, they will not escape death.

Not only the Chaotian Continent, Penglai God Island and the remote East Yidao can also escape this disaster, and even distant continents will eventually be covered by green smoke.

It will take decades or more than a hundred 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 is impossible to be so simple, the green smoke is scattered around in the underworld. To send them from the fixed channel to the surface of the mainland is bound to require a huge formation, and it takes a long time to prepare this formation. . "

"The real person began to prepare for the second time to go to the underworld. Do you think about how many years it was? And I am the specific executor of the Underworld Project." All the underworld creatures in this are his slaves, and his property is reluctant to die, but I am not. "

Tong Yan said: "I always feel that you have been too weak in front of Qingshan for more than a hundred years. It turned out to be used to cover up your true purpose."

The mage looked at him with interest and said: "You are really good at deducing calculations. I can overcome the high priest so easily and thanks to your help. I just don't understand why you suddenly came to the lower realm again. Did you count it all? "

"Jing Jiu may be able to count all of this. I don't have this ability. When I play chess that is too complicated and exceeds the computing power, I am used to making judgments based on intuition."

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

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

"My computing power is not as good as Jing Jiu, but there are still some. At least I will not make the most basic mistakes. If I can't change anything, why should I come at the beginning?"

Tong Yan's right hand appeared an ancient clock.

The pupil of the mage suddenly shrank, and the blue dress danced without the wind, and took his body to the distance.

Tong Yan's finger fell on this little clock.

Buzz!

The bell echoed on the high platform between the cliffs.

The gusty wind made the sky dim and dark, and even the flames in the distant Styx were crushed.

The mage made a muffled sound, hit the cliff wall heavily, and spouted a sip of blood.

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(Too tired to drive, canceled the Aershan itinerary, go home early. About this tour, I wrote a few running accounts and posted it in the WeChat public account. If you are interested, take a look.)