The Path Toward Heaven

The sword net is restored, no matter how fierce and tight the sword-like sword intentions are, it is impossible to block all the sea water.

The momentum of the sea falling is not as terrible as before, but it is like a wet towel that is being tightened constantly, and it looks like it is about to dry, but it still keeps pouring water.

The next thing to do is to lay stones and sand on top of this layer of dozens of miles of invisible sword net, and then use the formation method or runes to condense it into a block, which is equal to The bottom of the maelstrom rebuilt a crust.

The ancestor of the giant is responsible for dredging the world tunnel. He is also good at this kind of thing. He kneels halfway in the sea, constantly digs out large rocks and sand from behind, and then carefully puts it on the sword net, looking from a distance Going is like a big mountain on the sea, but it is constantly swayed by the wind.

His palm is very large, and a handful of rocks is a hill. If you follow this speed, it may not take long to block the channel that can get the sea into the dark. The problem is that the number of rocks on the bottom of the sea is limited. He reached the bottom and almost made a hole again, so he had to choose another place.

As the twilight deepened, the giant slowly moved across the sea, bringing up countless huge waves, digging up countless boulders, and wondering when the sea would be filled.

In the underworld, the stretch of hundreds of miles blocked the sea water that was heading towards the Stygian River, and a huge breach appeared in it. A big Buddha was sitting there, and Ren Wanzhong waved against it, standing still.

After all, some seawater flowed into the distance along the cracks of the stone. There were smoky blue smoke in the Styx River. There were dead bodies on both sides of the bank. Sergeants and innocent people from the two major forces of the Ming Department cried and fled to the distance I just don't know if I can escape this disaster.

The two greatest and greatest people in the world are saving the world in silence and loneliness.

The person who was once the most indifferent and silent but has saved the world does not know where to go.

The twilight faded away, the night deep, the stars all over the sky, the stars scattered on the dark sea, making those rumbling water sounds more palpable.

The sky was slightly folded, and finally someone came over and came a saint.

Bu Qiuxiao was sanctified yesterday, exhausting his efforts in order to block the passage of gang wind into the dark, and then being seriously attacked by Bai Jinren, but he arrived here as soon as possible.

The blood was covered with commoner clothes, and was illuminated by the starlight. There was no slight bloody smell and anger, but it seemed extremely holy.

The giant glanced at Bu Qiuxiao, thinking that this human being is still powerful, but no one can solve the problem.

Bu Qiuxiao was a little surprised to see the giant, and watched what he was doing, and suddenly a lot of admiration was born, but I just thought that you and I might not fill the sea.

Several sword lights suddenly appeared in the horizon.

Here came Guangyuan Zhenren, Nan Wang, and the three old men whom Bu Qiuxiao didn't know, but the sword's intention of the other party could clearly feel that the Qingshan Sect is also a big thing.

The giant is very familiar with Qingshan swordsmanship, and has a natural sense of intimacy, shouting Aga to those swordlights.

Several sword lights turned back, submerged hundreds of miles away, and began to cut.

It should have been a sharp cutting sound of a flying sword, and it seemed a little boring and rumbling across the sea.

Bu Qiuxiao understood the meaning of the giant, and flew over there to move the mountains and fill the sea with the Taoist friends of Qingshan Sect.

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The sky is full of stars, never blinks, but just gazes calmly or indifferently at the sea, as if mocking the futile efforts of those lives.

I don't know how long after that, the stars may be tired and disappear into the morning light.

The morning light gradually flourished, and time continued to pass until the twilight came again, and there were several sword lights and more than ten magical beams of light on the other side of the sea.

Over there is the continent.

The strongmen of various factions arrived here one after another, and even the Zhongzhou faction in the turbulent storms also came a great elder who refined the virtual realm.

These strong practitioners looked at the mountain-like giants and naturally had a sense of horror. They subconsciously attacked, and were stopped by Bu Qiuxiao. They asked them to move the mountains under the sea to reclaim the sea under the command of the giant .

The elder of the Zhongzhou School, who refined the virtual realm, and Bu Qiuxiao whispered a few words.

Bu Qiuxiao realized that the civil strife of the Zhongzhou faction was over.

Tan Zhenren has always been low-key and gentle, but did not expect that this act was extremely reckless, regardless of the serious injury, first suppressed the Kirin, and invited two old men from Yunmeng Houshan, and executed several elders such as Ren Qianzhu The situation stabilized in the shortest time.

"The real person in charge is seriously injured, and it may take a hundred days to rush here." The elder who refined the virtual realm whispered.

Bu Qiuxiao looked at the maelstrom below, and there was a worried look in his eyes. He wondered if the sword net left by Jingyang could hold a hundred days?

Twilight disappeared, night came again, and the stars continued to come out and laugh at the world.

The mountain under the sea was disconnected from the magic weapon by the flying sword, and then transported to the maelstrom, carefully crushed by the giant and scattered on the sword net.

Bu Qiuxiao is no longer involved in moving mountains and reclamation, sitting in the clouds above the maelstrom, writing saints with the blood of the sage, and making the gravel and mud above the sword net consolidate into one.

The strong men in the spiritual world continue to save the world in silence, no one will look at the stars, and no time is disdainful.

The morning light illuminates the sea again, and the area is red and warm, and a redder lotus cloud comes from the sky. Zen Zi finally rushed over from the distant snowfield.

The extremely tired Bu Qiuxiao was refreshed, and then he saw an unforgettable scene.

Countless sword lights and magic weapons are slowly coming from the sky, there are dozens of sword boat clouds, and of course there is a bitter boat in Maozhai.

In the distance of the sea, hundreds of treasure ships from Penglai Island are also coming here, leaving hundreds of white waves on the blue sea. The picture looks extremely spectacular.

When the world is about to be destroyed, all human race practitioners are rushed over, and there are even some monsters.

Their ability and means may be far less powerful than those of Bu Qiuxiao and Nan Wang, but the number is sufficient.

As long as they do it non-stop, I believe there will always be a day to fill this sea.

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The sea water that fell into the underworld had already flowed over the mountain range two days ago, and the sea water that reached the two ends of the mountain range turned into countless thin streams toward the Styx.

The giant Buddha walked through the swampy fields with a huge iron sword, his mottled face was full of silence, and there was not much sorrow, probably because he was constantly breathing and wanted to swallow all the smoke The reason for getting into the stomach cannot make too many expressions.

In the distant Montenegro, countless underworld people hid among the cliff caves, hugged each other and wept, and the short body shivered, wondering when the terrible green smoke would be blown here by the wind.

The high priest is dead. The Master is seriously injured and does not know where it is. The strong men of the Underworld are also seriously injured and fled. They have no one to care about these poor ordinary people.

The seawater that fell into the Underworld for the second time didn't touch the Stygian River very much, and most of the blue smoke stayed on the ground, only a small part went to the sky, and passed through the patio with the breeze.

A figure fell from the green smoke, and the multicolored clothes looked very striking in the dark world.

A Piao shining debut.

Countless eyes fell on her in the sky, including those with complex emotions in hidden places.

For the past 100 years, she has lived here as the Emperor of the Hades, but in addition to the subordinates of the Master, there are many people of the Hades who refuse to recognize her identity, especially the strong men on the side of the high priest, Because she does not have the Seal of the Hades.

There is very little wind and rain in the underworld, but at this moment, suddenly the wind screams, blowing her black hair, thrusting backward like an arrow.

Because there was one more thing in her hand.

The thing was a jade seal in terms of form. It was dark and exudes unimaginable magic power.

This is the Seal of the Underworld Emperor who has been away from the Underworld for hundreds of years!

Feeling the absolutely unforgeable atmosphere, many people in the underworld ignored the threat of green smoke, and ran out from behind the cliff cave and the tree, kneeling on the ground, knocking against A fluttering in the sky, crying and begging for meditation The emperor rescued her people.

A Piao looked at the world between the mountains and the clear waters, and looked at the suffering people, with angry expression in his eyes, looking at those secluded places, Shen Sheng shouted, "Not yet get out!

I don't know how long it has passed, a cold, breathing meditation will come out of a house and kneel down underground.

Immediately afterwards, more and more powerful members of the Underworld came out, including those who were loyal to the priest.

"All come with me."

A Piao flew towards the distance without expression.

Hundreds of powerful underworld hurried to keep up.

On the way, more underworld powerhouses appeared and joined the team.

The fields ahead have turned into swamps, and the sea keeps moving forward.

The great Buddha walked in the middle, holding an iron sword, and kept rising from the mountain.

Looking at the figure, the eyes of all the powerful underworld players showed fear and admiration.

"You repair the mountain with Lord Daosheng." A Piao said.

A strong man in the underworld said: "Even if the mountain grows longer, it will eventually be bypassed by the sea."

A Piao said: "Idiot, don't you connect this mountain into a circle?"

The underworld strongman said helplessly: "Your Majesty, even if it becomes a circle, if the sea keeps falling, it will eventually overflow the top of the mountain."

A Piao looked up at the sky where the rain was still falling, and said, "It depends on when the human race can block it."

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There is no sun or stars in the underworld, and it is difficult to determine the velocity of time.

I don't know how many days have passed. The rainstorm falling in the sky suddenly became smaller, and then at a certain moment, at a certain moment without warning, it completely disappeared.

Thousands of underworld powerhouses have been exhausted to the extreme, and even lived to death to a better extent. Their minds have been tranced to the extreme, but they haven't reacted for a while.

Cao Yuan withdrew his iron knife and slowly looked up to the sky, his lips slightly raised, showing a happy smile.

The passage from the sea to the dark is blocked.

It wasn't long before people in the underworld knew what happened, or believed what happened.

The first thing that sounded was not cheers, but cries, and they rose into the sky. It was the rest of the life after the disaster, the escape from death, and the living.

The sea water that fell into the underworld was surrounded by the connected mountains to form a large lake.

This big lake has no scenery at all, just vast.

The underworld is called Hulun.

It means a lake like the sea.

A Piao came to the shore of Hulun Lake, looked at the blue water, and remembered the gentleman who was as broad as the sea.

Where are you, sir?

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(The penultimate sentence can be done manually.)