The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 30: Heaven and earth are furnaces

In the thunderous loud noise, countless blue waters fell from a very high place, and when they fell on the ground of the underworld, they brought great impact, no different from the rocks that fell from the sky, and instantly destroyed the shore. The mountain tombs on the side, and then poured into the Styx.

Looking at the green smoke floating in all directions and in the sky, Tong Yan said blankly: "After your Majesty comes back, how do you confess?"

"My majesty and I have different ideas. Sunshine and rain are indeed not something we must, but I don't want to be stepped on top of your head by your human race."

The underworld master walked to his side, looked at the chaotic and terrifying world under the cliff, and said: "The world is about to usher in unprecedented changes. Be prepared to embrace it, otherwise everyone will be affected by this. The torrent engulfed."

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

The Underworld Master said: "Today, at the Qingshan Grand Ceremony, most of the strong men in the human practice world will pass. It is the best time for us to penetrate those passages."

Tong Yan said: "Then what?"

"Then as you can see, countless seas fall from the whirlpool to the underworld, like a heavy rain that you humans cannot imagine."

The face of the underworld master showed the light of perseverance and reward, pointing to a place in the sky and said: "Look, there is a strong wind."

At the highest point of the dim world, at a certain 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 continent.

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The wind whistling in the wind corridor of thousands of miles, the willow trees by the lake are half across the water, the picture is a bit beautiful.

Xiaohe was sitting by the window, his face pale, making the pendant on the earlobe even more red.

The wind suddenly became stronger, and a few strands came in from the formations around the house, and the windows vibrated slightly, moving the blue silk on her forehead, and also the eardrop.

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

Xiaohe didn't know what was going on, watching the stormy waves on the lake, his mind became more and more dazed.

The delicate red feather floated out of the window, drifted across the stone road between the grass houses, drifted across the pond, drifted past the white goose on the pond, and went to the depths.

This is Yimaozhai's most heavily guarded academic palace, and no more than tens of feet deep is where Bu Qiuxiao studies and retreats.

The water and flowers in the courtyard around the study are Yimaozhai's best formation, but he couldn't stop the red feather.

Xi Yiyun suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of anger on his face, the secret path was not good, and he rushed away.

It is a pity that the realm of the red feather is too high, and when he perceives it, it is too late.

In the depths of the courtyard, there is a study that looks very ordinary.

Bu Qiuxiao sat on the floor with his eyes closed, a book spread out in front of him, his clothes were windless and light, his breath was quiet and long.

He has entered a true state of emptiness since dozens of days ago, wandering between heaven and earth, feeling the highest sense of meaning.

Until the moment of final sanctification, he will stay in this state forever, without any perception of movement outside.

A leaf fell in the pond of the study, making countless beautiful ripples.

The red feather drifted into the study quietly under the cover of the ripples, and came to Bu Qiuxiao's body with the wind, and then slowly drifted past.

He was about to be sanctified, his physical strength surpassed the magic weapon, but he was cut apart by that seemingly soft feather.

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

That is the index finger of his right hand, usually at the highest point when holding the pen. I don't know how many sage articles have been written.

A drop of blood poured out from the crack.

Xi Yiyun and a few old scholars from Yimaozhai arrived in the study as quickly as possible, just to see this scene.

They didn't know what was going on, they felt a strong anxiety, and quickly began to rearrange their formations, and at the same time, they carried the awe-inspiring righteousness to help Bu Qiuxiao stop bleeding.

But it's really too late.

The drop of blood on the index finger of Bu Qiuxiao's right hand suddenly dissipated and turned into a very light mist of blood.

The very light mist of blood drifted towards the sky, and it didn't take long for it to be in contact with the real wind.

A loud bang!

The mountains and rivers surrounding Yimaozhai were all dyed red, as if the setting sun came to the world ahead of time.

The most horrible thing is that those roaring winds were also dyed red, and the whole world seemed to be burning.

The already terrifying gale became even more violent at this time, and Yimaozhai's formation was forced to show his figure, making a creaking load-bearing sound, barely supporting it.

The scholars and disciples of Yimaozhai and the guests from different denominations walked out of the grass house one after another, looking at the vision between the heaven and the earth, shocked and speechless.

Xiao He stood up at the window in a daze, watching the **** wind in the sky, feeling the more terrifying power of the world, and subconsciously covering his mouth.

"The direction of the wind has changed!" An old scholar suddenly quaked and shouted.

Countless exclamations rang out from Yimaozhai.

The wind in the Qianli Wind Corridor has never stopped.

The whole world of practice knows that those winds come from the deep underworld, violent and terrifying, until after thousands of miles, the soft water surface and the steep canyons are constantly rubbing against each other, they will eventually become harmless winds. Enter Chaotian Continent.

In the past, the ancestor Yimaozhai chose to start a school here. In addition to suppressing the passage to the underworld, he also wanted to prevent disasters for the people of the world.

These winds have changed direction today! How is this going?

The lotus on the lake was lifted from the water surface by the sudden turning of the strong wind, and slammed to the other side heavily. For a while, only dense crackling noises could be heard.

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

There was a horrified scream from the depths of the lake. I don't know how many Mo Jiao walked away from the distance, which caused a huge wave to appear in the lake again.

At the entrance of the distant Qianli Wind Corridor, countless winds are pouring into it, and the inn in Xiaohe has become a ruin.

In the deepest part of the Qianli Wind Corridor, the stone mountain leading to the underworld, the wind is extremely terrifying, as if the wind from the whole Chaotian continent has come here.

There are countless gaps in the stone mountain. Going deep is the channel to the underworld. Usually, a Maozhai formation suppresses it.

Countless violent winds poured into the rocky mountain, and the edges of the rock cracks were crisped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then crushed into powder.

Those formations also dispersed.

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"The real person used blood sacrifices to form a heaven-reaching killing array, forcibly changing the passage of heaven and earth, allowing countless seas to enter the underworld, and then breaking Yimaozhai Shizhongshan, so that the violent wind enters the underworld, and the wind assists the fire, which can produce countless mists."

The gaze of the underworld master fell over the Styx with the wind in the sky, pointing to the blue smoke and said: "As you guessed, these mists are poisonous. When they go to the ground, they will kill All ordinary people."

Tong Yan said with a pale face: "This is like a stove, he wants to put the whole world on it."

The Underworld Master said: "Back then, a real person once said that the heavens and the earth are furnaces, and everything is copper. Whether it is the human race or the underworld, without experiencing this refining, how can we go forward better?"

Tong Yan said: "Now there are bellows and stove eyes, what about the flue? Is it the Tongtianjing beside the East China Sea?"

Master Ming looked at him admiringly and said: "It is said that you are the best estimater of the Zhongzhou Sect. Later, the Qingshan Sect also relied on you, which is indeed extraordinary."

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

Master Ming said: "Because there is a joint guard between Shuiyue Temple and Guocheng Temple? You probably don't know that a real person has ever served as the abbot of Guocheng Temple."

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

Music master smiled and said: "A real person never despises anyone."

Tong Yan said: "No, no matter how much you value that person, in the end you will still find that you underestimate him."

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The East China Sea is still calm.

Whether it is the endless blue water crashing down toward the underworld in the distant sea or the gale blowing crazily from the depths of the thousands of miles of wind corridors toward the ground, there is no time to affect this place. But the fading yellow talisman paper and the shallowing scriptures on the cliff still alarmed the people in Guocheng Temple and Shuiyue Temple.

More than ten Shuiyuean elders and disciples rushed to the side of the mountain. It didn’t take long for the eminent monks of Guocheng Temple to also rush to the East China Sea. They saw the shocking picture that suppressed the formation of Tongtianjing. It has become a lot weaker, and countless filthy and harsh auras are spreading to the outside world.

The cold air from the underworld instantly froze the weeds beside the cliff into frost strips, and then spread farther away.

In the depths of the weeds, the body of the first lecturer of Guocheng Temple and the master of Shuiyuean also became extremely thick.

The sky's light penetrated the ice and illuminated their faces, and they could vaguely see the corners of their lips moving slightly, not knowing whether they were reciting scriptures or mantras.

What is going on here?

The people at Guocheng Temple and Shuiyue'an Temple were shocked and wanted to restore the formation, but found that they could not pass through this chilly atmosphere of the underworld.

The earth shook suddenly, and rubble fell on the cliff wall, those frosty weeds were broken inch by inch, and there was an extremely dull loud noise from the ground.

In the depths of the sea not far away, the ancestor Xuanyin did not know when he had opened his eyes, his hands formed a whirlpool with the sea water, and he slowly retracted to his side.

A huge hole appeared on the cliff wall in the depths of the sea, surrounded by countless dead fishes. It was an innocent life that was directly crushed by the violent undercurrent.

Looking at the picture in front of me, the ancestor's eyes are full of joy and pride.

He was very satisfied with his previous palm, even at his peak.

A palm fell.

The 33rd heaven in the Tongtianjing directly broke through the sixth heaven.

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

It's just that such a powerful palm consumes a lot of his magical breath, and he needs to be temporarily adjusted and calmed down. The ancestor once again sat down on the bottom of the sea.

A very light blue smoke rose from the bottom of the open-air well and drifted into the sea from a crack in the bottom of the sea.

Ordinary people would naturally not be able to smell this blue smoke, but what kind of realm the ancestor Xuanyin was, he instantly noticed the strangeness, and took a deep breath.

The blue smoke twisted like a snake in the sea, drifted past, and came to the end of his nose, and was inhaled by him. Only a few remnants melted into the sea.

The sea calmed down, and a sea turtle swam up to the ancestor in a daze, then silently lost his breath.

The ancestor felt the smell of green smoke, looked at the dead turtle, and knew that the real man’s plan had succeeded, with a crazy smile on his face and extremely bright eyes.

At this time, he was like a drunk old idler, and like a toad sucking a fairy.

The turtle was the first life on the continent to be poisoned by the blue smoke of the underworld, and this was 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, even the return of the immortal.

As more and more seawater falls in the maelstrom, more and more wind is poured into the underworld in the wind corridor of thousands of miles, and as the flame of the underworld gets higher and higher, each other will produce more blue smoke. . Those green smoke passing through the open well to the ground will kill more and more lives, no matter if they hide in the sea or in the mountains, they will not escape death.

Not only Chaotian Continent, Penglai Shendao and the distant Dongyidao can't escape this disaster, and even the distant foreign continent will eventually be covered by blue smoke.

It will take decades or more than a hundred years for these blue smoke to be purified by the world, and then all ordinary people will die.

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Tong Yan said: "It can't be that simple. The blue smoke is scattered around the underworld. To send them from the fixed channel to the surface of Chaotian Continent, it will inevitably require a huge formation, and to prepare this formation, it takes a lot of Long time."

"The real person started to prepare for the second time he went to the meditation. How long do you think it was? And I am the specific executor of the plan of the underworld." The underworld master said: "The biggest difference between me and the high priest is here. In his eyes, all the creatures of the underworld are his slaves, his property, he 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 turns out that you are using this to conceal your true purpose."

The underworld master looked at him with interest and said: "You are really good at deduction and calculation. I can defeat the high priest so easily and thanks to your help, I just don’t understand why you suddenly came to the lower realm again. Could you count it? All this?"

"Jing Jiu may be able to count all of this. I don't have this ability. When I encounter a situation that is too complicated and beyond the calculation power when playing chess, I am used to judge by intuition."

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

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

"My computing power is not as good as Jing Jiu, but I still have some, at least not making the most basic mistakes~IndoMTL.com~If I can't change anything when I come, why did I come in the first place? "

A small old clock appeared in Tong Yan's right hand.

Master Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, and the blue clothes danced without wind, taking his body to the distance.

Tong Yan's finger fell on this little clock.

Om!

The bells echoed on the high platform between the cliffs.

The wind was strong, the sky was dim and the earth was dark, and even the flames in the far ground Styx were crushed down.

The Underworld Master let out a muffled cry, and hit the cliff wall hard, spouting a mouthful of blood.

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(Driving too tired, canceled the trip to Aershan, and went home early. Regarding this trip, I wrote a running account and posted it on the WeChat public account. If you are interested, please take a look.)