The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 31: Look at the flood over there
The underworld master is the undisputed strongest person in the underworld. He is a figure of the same rank as the real man Tanbai, and he will be hurt by a bell!
What exactly is this little clock?
Tong Yan rang the small clock in her hand again, her face paler.
An invisible aura wave went in all directions, as if to condense everything, and as if to destroy everything.
With a boom, the cliff collapsed!
The Underworld Master let out a painful and angry whistle, breaking out of the rock, and rushing towards Tong Yan.
Tong Yan was running Zhenyuan, and wanted to ring the small bell for the third time, but couldn't hold it anymore and spewed a **** shower.
Seeing, he was about to die under the hands of the Underworld Master.
Looking at the countless soul fires in the night sky, Tong Yan showed a look of regret in her eyes, holding a hard object in her sleeve, her thoughts turned swiftly.
The wind crossed the cliff, and a clear light flashed, and he disappeared from where he was.
The Underworld Master fell to the edge of the cliff, looked at a certain breath far away, raised his sleeves to wipe the blood stains off the corners of his lips, and said with a slightly different expression: "Even with Jingyun Bell and the Seal of Thousand Miles..."
The blood stain on the sapphire blue shirt is particularly conspicuous, like the bell that seems to be reverberating at this time.
Jingyun Bell is a very special magic weapon of the Zhongzhou School. It is said to be a natural **** in the neck of a unicorn in ancient times. It is as heavy as a mountain. It cannot be cast in the air like flying swords and other magic weapons. The person does it personally.
No matter how exquisite the cultivator's realm is, even if it is an exile, as long as Jing Yun's bell rang in his ear, his soul will disappear and he will not want to live. (These two sentences are completely copied from the previous text.)
If it is Tan Zhenren who suddenly rang Jing Yun's bell next to him, no matter how strong he is, I am afraid it will be a dead end.
No matter how talented Tongyan is, she hasn't reached their realm after all, so she can only hurt him badly, but she can't completely reverse the situation.
But what he was wary and puzzled about was that Jing Yunzhong was a magic weapon for talking about real people, and the Seal of Thousand Miles should have been taken back by the Zhongzhou faction. Why does it now appear in Tongyan, a traitor of the Zhongzhou faction?
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"At this time, the world is being destroyed."
True Master Taiping looked at Jing Jiu on the side of the cliff and said, "Styx will come to the world, and all the differences and disputes between us will end."
The wind roared, the sword light was like countless fallen leaves, lingering among the cliffs, no one could stand close at all, Guangyuan real person and Nan Wang also rode their swords into the air.
People heard his words, felt the subtle changes in the atmosphere of the world, and were shocked and speechless.
If the real person Taiping is telling the truth, the maelstrom changes its course, draws countless seas into the underworld, and then uses the river Styx as a furnace... then the world is truly annihilated!
Countless seas meet the Styx, and are ignited by the wind from the wind corridor of thousands of miles, turning into poisonous vapor, rising from the open patio and spreading toward the earth and the ocean, no matter how magnificent the world is, how can it withstand the world The cooking in this big furnace?
What if all of this is true? Everyone's eyes fell on Jing Jiu, wondering how he would respond.
"It's still the same." Jing Jiu retracted his gaze, looked at him and asked, "You didn't think of some new methods?"
The real Taiping smiled and said: "There is nothing new in the world. The oldest is often the best and most useful, such as you and me."
Jing Jiu said: "For hundreds of years, nothing you have to do has been successful. You should be very clear about the reasons."
"I have prepared for hundreds of years, and the only thing that can stop me is Qingshan, but now I am in Qingshan."
Major Taiping looked at the small sedan chair, looked at Tanzhen, looked at the cloud and mist, and said: "And these people are also here because of the green mountains, who will stop me?"
The strong practitioners of Chaotian Continent have come here because of the ceremony of the head of Qingshan, and those passages into the underworld have become so vulnerable.
The game was simple in saying, but it was wonderful.
Listening to these words, Daze Ling and others were extremely angry, and even those elders of Qingshan who supported Da Ping also changed their expressions slightly. Da Ze Ling sighed even more sadly.
"No need to sigh." Madam Taiping looked at the people around Tianguang Peak and said: "Today's things have nothing to do with you. The smoke from the lower realm will not harm you in any way. You will live well. And it should feel more peaceful."
"What about our family? What about our offspring? They will all die!" An angry voice came from the sky, not knowing which monk was from.
The Taiping real person said: "Those mortals will die sooner or later, so what's the difference between day and night?"
This very indifferent sentence floated faintly around Tianguang Peak, but it made all the voices disappear, because there was a great indifference and coldness hidden in it.
I don’t know how long it took, a slightly trembling voice rang: "Master, why is this?"
The speaker was Nan Wang. She stared blankly at the real Taiping by the cliff, her eyes full of dazed emotions, just like the little girl who had just started.
The real person Taiping looked at her and smiled affectionately, without saying anything.
Many ascetics who are eligible to come to Qingshan to participate in the head ceremony, know the secrets hundreds of years ago, and know that Taiping true people want to kill all mortals and build a world where only practitioners exist, but not all of them. They all know the real reason why he is so frantic.
After Nan Wang broke the border and entered Tongtian, he vaguely guessed something, but couldn't help but want to get an answer from Master.
"What is the purpose of practice? Of course it is to ascend, because that seems to be the only way or place for human practitioners to live forever."
Major Taiping looked at the dark sky full of thunder and lightning, and said calmly: "Where is the ascension? The immortal world or the upper world? When I was in the underworld looking up at the mouth of the Tongtianjing, thinking about this question, Chaotian Continent is for the underworld It’s the upper world, but is that the real fairy world? No, it’s just another place."
Many practitioners are a little turbulent and uneasy, thinking that after ascending, they are not in the fairy world. Where can they be?
Some people are silent, such as talking about real people.
Madam Taiping looked at Tan Zhenren and continued: "There is an extremely powerful barrier between us and that world. Ascension is to break this barrier. If you really go there, you will find that there is no fairyland at all. , But a strange, cold and almost dead world, and there is an extremely powerful existence in that world."
Zhao Layue said: "You didn't ascend, why are you so sure?"
"Since many years ago, I have been the tallest person in the world, and I naturally look farther."
Madam Taiping still looked at Tan Zhenren and said, "Do you think I was wrong?"
Tan Zhenren remained silent.
When Madam Taiping said these things, he did not stop competing with Jing Jiu for control of the Chengtian Sword.
The large cyan light array covering the peaks gradually fell towards the ground, and the gaps on the surface became larger and larger.
The thunder and lightning in the cloud kept breaking down, cutting the water of Bihu Peak into various shapes. The blizzard on Shangde Peak was getting bigger and bigger, and the sword intent at Jianfeng became more and more chaotic, and an extremely powerful sword intent was condensed in the air, which completely enveloped the bodies of Taiping Zhenren and Jing Jiu.
Everywhere, trees broke silently, and the cliffs collapsed and made a dull crash.
The wind whistled, making the monks pale and their clothes like flags, but the cloud still couldn't disperse, and the face of Real White could not be seen.
A somewhat old and deep voice rang out. It was the old monk from Guocheng Temple before: "The ancient Zen Buddhist scriptures have indeed always had the saying of extraterritorial celestial devil."
In fact, in addition to the ancient Zen classics, there are also many cryptic records in Taoist classics, but for various understandable reasons, those speculations and statements are like a wild flower in the grass, hidden. It's hard to be found out of the figure.
Real Taiping looked at Jing Jiu and said: "You should know what the coward who fell in the fairy island said~ IndoMTL.com~ You might even have seen it with your own eyes, what did you say?"
Jing Jiu's line of sight passed through the sea of clouds, lightning, and wind and snow, and landed in a very remote place, without answering this question.
He said to Zhao Layue that tens of thousands of flying swords were burned and set ablaze after ascending, walking through distant stars like meteors.
If a flying sword is a fairy who soars successfully, how powerful and terrifying is that world?
Crack! Several flashes of lightning illuminate Bihu Peak, and then it rains violently.
The sword intent of the Qingshan Sword Array fell on him and the Taiping real person, the body gradually weakened, and even the wind and rain in the real world could not be blocked.
"This world is too weak."
Mr. Taiping looked at the peaks in the wind and rain, and said with emotion and pity.
The rain fell on his dark face and wet his clothes. He looked a little embarrassed and looked a little like those old farmers fighting at the breach of the river bank.