The Path Toward Heaven

Countless magma broke through the transparent giant wall and spilled into the abyss, like a sky river made of flames falling in the sky.

Even today, the Stygian River is burning and the earth is shaking, but there are still many people in the Underworld who have noticed this spectacular and beautiful picture, but no one can see the red carp coming out of the river of fire and escape into the night. .

The underworld is dim, and the night is blurred, but there are flames everywhere, and the fire carp at that moment is like a spray from the Styx, which is insignificant.

Bai Jinren stood on top of the fire carp, with his hands behind his back, looking at the black cliff on the lower reaches of the Styx and raised his eyebrows slightly.

In that mountain cliff there are countless soldiers of the Ming Dynasty poisoned by green smoke, there is a tree with no color on the high platform, and there is a quiet river watching the rushing Styx in the Buddha.

The fire carp felt the breath from the big Buddha and said in horror, "Who is that?"

Bai Zhenren said: "Cao Yuan."

More than a hundred years ago, Huo Li talked to him when he took Tong Yan, and knew the name. He knew this name and was shocked and said, "Why did he come down? Did the real person come to kill him?"

Bai Zhenren said: "Even if he fought two games in a row today, it was not so easy to kill him. Besides, he made so much credit for the human race, why did he kill him?"

The fire carp thought that even if your realm was high, how dare you dare to be so arrogant in front of that Buddha, so talking ... It was abdomen, it suddenly felt the breath from Bai Jinren, and thought of Xianlu, and gave birth again Extremely cold, I subconsciously tightened my lips and dared not say one more word.

Cao Yuan looked at the dead bodies on both sides of the Stygian River among the black cliffs at countless miles down the Stygian River, and sighed. The iron knife was immediately covered with a shallow layer of frost.

Suddenly he sensed something, turned his head and looked towards the far night sky, saw the river of fire descending from the sky, and saw the gradual silence of Mars.

The sea that has fallen in the sky of the underworld has become less and less. I want to come back to the giant to change the passage of heaven and earth that Taiping lived to change. The gust of wind has gradually disappeared. I think it should be Bu Qiuxiao ’s handwriting. The crisis has been lifted, why suddenly changed again, what is the distant Mars?

He turned to look at the tree without color on the high platform, trying to make the final negotiation with the mage, but found that there was no mage under the tree.

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The Styx is winding and endless, flowing slowly among the black earth, and occasionally strong winds whizzing past, rubbing the stones and dust on the water, there will be sparks.

This is somewhat similar to the magma river at the bottom of the Soul Valley, but it is actually two very different things.The fire carp wandered a little anxiously in the river, feeling the looming pulling power, and the smell of soul fire hidden in the river, and gradually calmed down until he could confirm that he could not hurt himself.

This is a very desolate place in the underworld, because the Styx here will pass through several soul fire caves, there are no towns or tribes on the shore, and there is no trace of the life of the underworld people.

The Stygian River came out of the Soul Fire Cave, and a fat person kneeled on the white rocky beach opposite, looking like a pile of meat mountains.

Compared with the short underworld people, the underworld high priest really looked fat.

The high priest is the most powerful figure in the Ming Department. After the death of the Emperor Ming, he fought with the Master for more than 100 years, and eventually lost to the opponent.

For the most fundamental reason, it was because the Zhongzhou faction who supported him was suppressed by the Qingshan Sect who supported the Master.

The final battle of the Underworld has ended at the same time that Taiping's reality is dying. Who can think of the Master who has not found it? He is not on the battlefield, but kneeling on this white stone beach waiting for his master to arrive.

Mr. Bai asked with a blank expression: "Are you ready?"

The high priest said: "All the formations have been mastered, and the green smoke is ready to go."

Bai Zhenren said: "Muru?"

The high priest said: "He is a disciple of Taiping real people, there is no reason not to help us."

The fire carp finally vaguely guessed the truth of the matter, with a look of horror and incredible expression in his eyes, shouting: "How can this be!"

"The road we have taken."

Bai Zhenren looked at the underworld illuminated by the river of fire, just like looking at his own world.

"If you want the sea to become a mulberry field, what's wrong with dying?"

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Clouds melted under the golden light, and the figure disappeared without a trace.

It was just an instant that there were many deep wrinkles on Tanzen's broad forehead, as if he were many years old.

He took back the demon tower in Shifang Town and spit out blood.

Everyone thought that Bai Jinren was dead, thinking it was the price paid by talking about a real person, or a mental trauma.

Few people heard Jing Jiu's last words.

Tan Zhenren heard it, glanced at him, said nothing, turned around and stepped into the void, and came to the cloud boat of the Zhongzhou faction.

The cloud ship slowly started, leaving the sky light peak and heading north under the starry sky.

Because of what is happening tonight, the Zhongzhou faction will inevitably produce great cracks and even fall into turmoil, but at least at this moment, when everyone thinks that the real person is dead and the real person is still alive, silence is all Zhongzhou faction. The common choice of practitioners is also the only choice.

Looking at the several Zhongzhou pie cloud ships that gradually turned into black dots under the starry sky, the sentiments of various sect practitioners produced very complex emotions.

Jing Jiu said, "I'm here today."

The rain had stopped long ago, and his statement was obviously not meant to keep guests. Various sect practitioners came to Tianguang Peak and left the ceremony.

The northern sects such as the Kunlun Sect left first, followed by some lesser-known sects, and then Guocheng Temple, Daze, Xuanling Sect, and Jing Zong, which had good relations with Qingshan.Jing Yao wanted to stay, Jing Jiu waved his hand, and Lu Guogong saw that he was in a bad mood at this time, and quickly took the emperor on his way back to Chaoge.

Qin Niang stood on the edge of the cliff with Zhao Layue, and did not leave with Jing Zong.

There was a solemn voice from Lord Shui Yuean in the Qinglian small sedan: "What the hell is going on?"

Jing Jiu said, "I don't know."

Qinglian Xiaojiao floated up and went east with the stars.

Around Tianguang Peak, only Qingshan disciples remained.

Headed by the real person of Guangyuan, Elder Jiufeng and his disciples bowed down towards Tianguangfeng and said in unison: "See the real person in charge."

Jing Jiu said, "It's all gone."

This is the meaning of asking everyone to go back to each peak.

Chi Yan stepped forward, and hesitated and said, "The real man ..."

At this time, all the people remembered that Shang Defeng had been leveled by the White Blade Fairy, where should the disciples of Shang Defeng go?

Countless lines of sight fell somewhere in the distance.

There used to be a cold peak with snow all year round, but now there is only a black ground.

Starlight sprinkled on the peaks and also there, as if adding some snow color.

Without the isolation of the Castle Peak, the scenery in front of him is so real, and it makes the disciples of Castle Peak feel uncomfortable.

"Let's let the fellow of Shang Defeng go to the Xijian Pavilion for a while and discuss again tomorrow?"

Gu Qing braced his wounded body and walked behind Jing Jiu and said.

"Then do it first."

Jing Jiu threw the silver whip in his hand under Tianguang Peak.

The silver whip fell between the peaks and changed back to Xijianxi.

The creek murmured, and there was a vaguely crackling sound like a whip on something hard.

Suddenly, Nan Wang's exclaimed sound from Tianguang Peak: "What's wrong with you?"

Everyone looked down at her sight and couldn't help but startle.

A blood line appeared on Jing Jiu's earlobe, which seemed to break.

The crackling sound starts here.

A drop of blood slowly overflowed from that blood line, just like the red tears shed before the beauty left her parents.

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(These days are relatively busy, and strive to write every day.)