The Path Toward Heaven

For this era of annihilation, Taiping Zhenren has prepared for hundreds of years, from the underworld to the world, from the chapel to the countryside, from the turbid water to Yuntai, and then back to Qingshan, to calculate the situation.

The Bulao Lin, which is everywhere in the world, has collected countless information for him to ensure that no wrong judgments will occur on those important nodes.

Zen Zi is indeed in Baicheng, because he wants to guard the snowfield, and everyone knows that Daosheng Caoyuan and the Queen of Snow Kingdom were seriously injured after the war, and have not appeared in the world for nearly a hundred years.

Bu Qiuxiao was sitting in the depths of Yimaozhai at the critical moment before he became holy, unable to wake up.

But just like Taiping said that Jing Jiu can't do everything, how can he know everything?Can you know what choices those people will make at certain moments?What accidents are waiting for him?

The wind screamed in Yimaozhai and came retrograde, the willow trees on the shore rose up, the Wanlian in the lake broke, fluttered like a broken hat, or floated on the water, the picture looked extremely miserable.

Even more frightening is that those winds were actually dyed red, like steaming blood mist, full of evil spirits.

The formation that suppressed the passage to the underworld for countless years has failed. The stone bell mountain at the end of the thousands of miles of wind corridors is already full of holes. The sobbing sound is like a broken flute, instead of a bell. The hard rock becomes a powder. The wind blows towards the deep ground, and I don't know how long it will take to reach the Stygian River, blowing more fire and smoke.

A thin red feather fluttering in the gust of wind, watching the Yizhai scholars on the ground trying to repair the formation, like an indifferent and ruthless eye.

Suddenly, a touch of emerald color fell from the high sky.

The emerald color met the blood-red gang wind and did not change with it. Instead, it rose when the wind blew and spread its wings with a cry, turning into a blue bird.

The blue bird's eyes were full of anger, and with a soft whine, he pecked at the red feather.

The red feather seemed to have its own spirituality, diving with the wind, and instantly went to the lake more than ten miles away.

There was a poor broken lotus on the undulating lake. The blue bird flew out of the broken lotus suddenly, protruding the beak like a lightning bolt, and caught the red feather in the air very accurately, fluttering its wings and flying toward the sky. Go, and soon disappeared in the sky.

As the red feathers left, the wind of the Thousands of Miles Corridor gradually faded, and the blood was no longer as full of blood as before. The wind remained unchanged, but the damage to the practitioners was much smaller.

The scholar of Yi Mao Zhai took advantage of the opportunity to start writing letters on the cliff under the strong wind, trying to prevent at least the speed of the collapse of the formation method. The hurricane was so horrible that it could n’t be sealed with the help of Rune Force. The strong wind was still pouring into those cracks and caves. The rune paper was torn to pieces and the words carved on the cliff, It is also smoothed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Regardless of whether it is Shi Fu paper or lettering as a rune, it takes a lot of noble righteousness. In a very short period of tens of breaths, many scholars collapsed on the ground and even passed out.

But none of the scholars who could stand still left, they still kept making efforts, using human power to fight against the power of the world, and the blood stains they spit out could be seen everywhere on the cliff face.

Xi Yiyun and more than ten teachers stood in the place with the strongest wind and the most dangerous situation. His face was extremely pale, and his breath was constantly consumed.

At this time, around the simple dwelling in the depth of Yimaozhai, the wind suddenly became much smaller, and those annoying whimpers became much smaller.

Bu Qiuxiao opened his eyes, glanced out of the window, smelled the residual smell in the wind, glanced at his fingers, and knew what had happened.

He stood up and fluttered out of the room, with a snapping sound, his toes lightly touched the residual lotus on the lake, and left the wind, and soon came to Shi Zhongshan at the end of the wind corridor.

The young scholars of Yi Mao Zhai shouted in surprise: "Master Zhai!"

The more than ten old scholars at the forefront were in a sudden change of expression, with a sad expression in their eyes.

Looking at the familiar figure in the sky, Xi Yiyun was extremely sad, and muttered in his heart sir ...

A few decades ago, Bu Qiuxiao entered a state of emptiness, wandering through the world, feeling the natural righteousness, waiting for the final sanctification.

At this moment, he could not perceive any movement outside his body, so why did he wake up early?

Because he traveled between heaven and earth, he felt the upheaval of heaven and earth.

Wandering between heaven and earth, I came back ... This is a miss. When I want to usher in sanctification again, I do n’t know how many years of hard work it will be, and it may even be ... no chance!

Bu Qiuxiao ignored the shouts of his disciples, and pointed his right hand at the cliff.

He usually uses his right hand to write books.

When writing, the index finger is at the highest point.

Today, his index finger was cut with a tiny wound by the red feather, which had already coagulated.

At this time, the wound broke open again, spilling a drop of blood.

Immediately after that, more and more blood beads flew out, forming a blood line, and fell on the cliff wall.

The blood is like ink, sometimes spilled, and sometimes carefully fell on those gaps, want to seal, not let the gang wind pour into the underworld again.

But even if he is Bu Qiuxiao, how can he resist the prestige of heaven and earth?

Seeing that the blood was gradually scattered by the wind, watching Bu Qiuxiao's face getting paler and paler, Xi Yiyun was even more painful, and there was a question in his heart.

In the face of this catastrophe, sir, you chose to return, and he did not hesitate to give up sanctification, but he still can't change anything. Is this ... worth it?

Bu Qiuxiao himself knew the current situation better.

He chooses to wake up early and he cannot be sanctified.

Without sanctification, there is no turning back.

But how can he not wake up when the storm is ahead?

This is really an uninteresting topic.

He kept using blood water to write words on the cliff of Shi Zhongshan that had no real meaning. Thinking about these things, his lips curled slightly, showing a bitter smile.

At the next moment, something happened that no one thought of.

The blood stains on the cliff suddenly radiated a bright light and became even brighter!

No matter how strong the wind is from all over the world, no matter how fierce it is, the blood can no longer be diluted!

More and more bright red blood stains, no bloody smell, but solemn, like a Zhu pen falling on paper!

The whole stone Zhongshan gradually stabilized, the stone wall no longer continued to crack, and the cracks were gradually coagulated by blood!

The underworld passage has become smaller and smaller, and the wind has naturally become smaller and smaller!

What exactly is going on?

The young scholars were shocked and speechless.

Xi Yiyun looked sad.

"Hahahaha!"

Bu Qiuxiao is still laughing, no longer bitter, just as innocent as a child, even laughing out loud.

His laughter echoed at the top of the cliff, and the whimper-like whimpers gradually subsided.

When he first entered Yimaozhai to study, he was also a naive boy, but because of Master's affairs, he assumed the responsibility and the pressure prematurely.

Whether it was Yan Shusheng who left Yimaozhai or the conversation with Jing Jiu in the old Meiyuan, this pressure was getting heavier.

Until today, until this moment, he finally relieved all those pressures from his shoulders.

"This is saint blood!"

"The Lord is sanctified!"

Several old scholars of Yi Mao Zhai shouted ecstatically.

Yes, Bu Qiuxiao is sanctified.

Facing the catastrophe in the world, he resolutely chose to give up sanctification.

This is the saint.

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"got windy."

Standing at the entrance of the small temple, Zenko rubbed barefoot on the threshold continuously, and seemed very nervous.

He looked at the distance, his face full of worries, but not the snowfield, but the far east.

The atmosphere of heaven and earth has changed ... Great changes indicate that something big is going to happen in this world, even bigger than that when the Snow Queen gave birth to a child.

At this time, the wind in Baicheng was not strong, but thinking of the extremely distant distance from the wind, Zenzi's mood became heavier and he released his fingers.

The result calculated by Liangxintong is very bad. What makes him feel helpless is that Baicheng is too far away to reach those places.

How can we stop this catastrophe?

With a crackling sound, the threshold was crushed by barefoot, and Zenko came into the sky. His five fingers were slightly opened, and his light mirror was pointed at the depth of the snowfield.

The sunlight falls on the mirror surface, refracts northward, and crosses the snowy field. Instead of being scattered, it becomes brighter, and it is extremely accurate without any offset.

Tens of thousands of miles away, the lonely and exuberant ice peak was illuminated by this sunlight, revealing a light blue luster.

A consciousness emerged from Bingfeng, traversed the snowfield in an instant, and came to the Baicheng small temple with disturbed anger and ... a hint of curiosity.

The wind was roaring, the snow particles were flying, and the believers and sergeants in the town exclaimed to avoid.

This is the majesty of the Snow Queen.

"If I am not wrong, the passage to the underworld should have undergone upheaval, and Taiping people are dying."

Looking at tens of thousands of miles away, Zen Zi said pale: "You should have felt it earlier, and you should be able to understand that in addition to killing mortals in the world, he also wanted to kill the souls of Xueguo, thus completely eliminating the tide of the beast tide. . "

In that godly sense came the cold and strong will of the Snow Queen-what did I do?

Every hundreds of years, the North Continent of Chaotian Continent will usher in a horrible beast tide. At first, the human race strong thought that this was the snow country trying to invade the south and occupy the territory of the human race. Now it is guessing, because it was born from There are too many snow country monsters in the ice and snow, and the consumption of the extreme north cold veins is too large, and the snow country queen will drive them south and kill them with the hands of humans.So really so, how can the Queen of the Snow Kingdom care about the death of Taiping?

Looking at the depths of the snowy field, Zenko said sincerely: "The people who are yours after all, you can let them die, but how can you die under the secret calculations of others?"

The message from the Snow Queen remains clear and indifferent.

——What's with me?

"Yes, this matter has nothing to do with you. If you can't move, I will accept your love."

A thick and unbroken voice came from the ground.

The consciousness of the Snow Queen gradually faded away, but it was the default.

Chan Zi looked back at Baicheng looking down.

The voice was still echoing in the city, like a bell, continuous.

The bloody cliff trembles slightly, and the snow on the peak falls, and gradually piles up behind the small temple.

In the small temple, the iron blade, which is longer than the beam of the house, is hard to imagine. Its heavy iron knife rested quietly on the shelf.

One hand suddenly held the handle of the knife.

The hand was covered with wounds and scars everywhere, and it looked like peeling paint from a Buddha statue.