The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 33: There are saints out

For this extinction situation, Taiping Zhenren has prepared for hundreds of years, from the underworld to the earth, from the court to the countryside, from the muddy water bank to the cloud platform and then back to the green mountains.

The immortal forests all over the world have collected countless information for him to ensure that no misjudgment will occur on those important nodes.

Zhanzi is indeed in Baicheng, because he wants to guard the snowy field, and everyone knows that the sword saint Cao Yuan and the Snow Queen were seriously injured after the battle, and he has not been seen in the world for nearly a hundred years.

Bu Qiuxiao was sitting in the depths of Yimaozhai at the critical moment before becoming holy, wandering between heaven and earth, unable to wake up.

But just like the real Taiping said that Jing Jiu can't do everything, how can he do everything himself? Can you know what choices those people will make at certain moments? What kind of surprise is waiting for him?

The strong wind whistling in Yimaozhai, retrograde, the willow trees on the shore are rising from the roots, and the lotus in the lake is broken, flying like broken hats, or sinking and floating on the water, the picture looks extremely miserable.

What's more terrifying is that the wind was dyed red, like a mist of blood, full of evil aura.

The formation method that suppressed the passage to the underworld for countless years has failed. The stone bell mountain at the end of the Qianli Wind Corridor is already full of holes, and the whimper sound like a broken flute, instead of a bell, the hard rock has become The powder, as the wind pours towards the deep underground, I don't know how long it will take to reach the Styx, blowing more fire and smoke.

A thin red feather is dancing in the strong wind, looking at the scholars of Yimaozhai who are trying to repair the formation on the ground, like an indifferent and ruthless eye.

Suddenly, a green color fell from the high sky.

The emerald color met the blood-red wind, and did not change with it. On the contrary, it rose when met with the wind, spreading its wings with a whirr, and turned into a blue bird.

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

The red feather seems to have its own spirituality, diving with the wind, and instantly goes 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 its beak like lightning, and dangling the red feather with great accuracy, flapping its wings. Flew towards the sky, and soon disappeared into the sky.

As the red feathers left, the wind in the Qianli Wind Corridor gradually faded away, and it was no longer as **** as before. The wind remained unabated, but the damage to the practitioner was much smaller.

The scholar from Yimaozhai took the opportunity and started to engrave and write symbols on the cliff face against the strong wind, trying to prevent at least delaying the disintegration of the formation. However, at this time the passage to the underworld has been opened, and the breath between the two worlds Through, the hurricane formed is too terrifying, it can't be sealed by magical force at all, the gust of wind is still pouring into those gaps and caves, and the talisman paper has been torn and sparse as soon as it is pasted, and it is even carved on the cliff. The characters are also smoothed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Whether it is applying talisman paper or engraving as talisman, it consumes a lot of righteousness. In a very short period of dozens of breaths, many scholars collapsed to the ground and even passed out directly.

But none of the scholars who could still stand left. They still kept working hard, using their manpower to fight against the might of the world. Bloodstains vomited by them can be seen everywhere on the cliff.

Xi Yiyun and more than a dozen teachers stood in the place where the wind was the strongest and the situation was the most dangerous. Their faces were extremely pale, and their breath was constantly consuming.

At this moment, around the simple dwelling in the depths of Yimaozhai, the wind suddenly became much quieter, and the annoying whimpers were also much quieter.

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, fluttered out of the fast, slapped softly, touched the remaining lotus on the lake with his toes, and walked away from the wind, and soon came to Shizhong Mountain at the end of the wind corridor.

The young scholars from Yimaozhai shouted in surprise: "Master Zhai!"

The more than ten old scholars in the front suddenly changed their expressions, and their eyes showed regret.

Xi Yiyun looked at the familiar figure in the sky, very sad, and muttered to Mr. Sheng...

Ten days ago, Bu Qiuxiao entered a state of emptiness, wandering between heaven and earth, feeling the righteousness of nature, and waiting for his final sanctification.

At this moment, he can't perceive any movement outside his body, so why does he wake up early?

Because of his spiritual consciousness swimming between heaven and earth, he felt this dramatic change in heaven and earth.

Wandering in the world, once returned...this is a miss. When I want to usher in sanctification again, I don't know how many years of hard work will be required, and it may even...no fate!

Bu Qiuxiao ignored the shouts of the disciples and stretched out his right hand to aim at the cliff.

He usually writes with his right hand.

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

Today, his index finger was cut with a very small wound by the red feather, which had already condensed.

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

Immediately afterwards, more and more blood beads flew out, connected into a blood line, and landed on the cliff.

The blood is like ink, sometimes splattered, sometimes carefully falling on the gaps, trying to seal it, and prevent the wind from pouring into the underworld.

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

Seeing that the blood is gradually dispersed by the wind blowing, watching Bu Qiuxiao's face become paler and paler, Xi Yiyun is more painful, and a question arises in his heart.

The world has encountered such a catastrophe, sir, you have chosen to return, and you will not hesitate to give up sanctification, but you still cannot change anything. Is this... worth it?

Bu Qiuxiao himself knows the current situation better.

He chose to wake up early, so he could not be sanctified.

If you can't be sanctified, you can't turn the tide.

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

This is really an uninteresting subject.

He kept using blood and water to write words with no real meaning on the cliff of Shizhong Mountain. Thinking of these things, the corners of his lips curled slightly, revealing a bitter smile.

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

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

No matter how strong the wind is coming from all over the world, no matter how fierce it is, it can't dilute the bloodstains any more!

The blood stains are getting brighter and red, there is no smell of blood, but the solemnity, like a vermilion pen falling on paper!

The entire Shizhongshan gradually stabilized, the stone walls no longer continued to crisp, and the cracks were gradually congealed by blood!

The passage of the underworld is getting smaller and smaller, and the wind is naturally getting smaller and smaller!

What the **** is going on here?

The young scholars were shocked and speechless.

Xi Yiyun looked dazed.

"Hahahaha!"

Bu Qiuxiao was still laughing, no bitterness anymore, as innocent as a child, and even laughed out loud.

His laughter echoed at the extreme end of the cliff, gradually suppressing those whimpers like broken flutes.

When he first entered Yimaozhai to study, he was also a naive young man, but because of the master's affairs, he took the responsibility and the pressure prematurely.

Whether it is Shusheng Yan who left Yimaozhai or the conversation with Jing Jiu in the old plum garden, this pressure is getting heavier and heavier.

Until today, until this moment, he finally relieved all the pressure from his shoulders.

"This is the blood of a saint!"

"The Lord Zhai is sanctified!"

Several old scholars from Yimaozhai shouted in exultation.

Yes, Bu Qiuxiao is sanctified.

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

This is the saint.

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"The wind is blowing."

Zhanzi stood at the door of the small temple, rubbing barefoot on the threshold, looking very nervous.

He looked into the distance, his face was full of sorrow, but he was not looking at the snowy field, but the far east.

The aura of heaven and earth has changed...a huge change, indicating that a major event is going to happen in this world, even greater than the event that 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 where the wind went, Chanzi's mood became heavier and heavier, and he let go of his fingers.

The result calculated by Liangxintong is very bad, and what makes him feel helpless is that Baicheng is too far away and he can't rush to those places.

How can we stop this catastrophe?

With a soft slap, the threshold was crushed barefooted, Zenzi came into the sky, slightly extended his right hand with five fingers, and pointed the light mirror at the depths of the snowy field.

The sunlight falls on the mirror surface, refracts to the north, and crosses the diffuse snowfield. Not only is it not scattered, but it becomes brighter, and it is extremely precise, without any deviation.

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

A divine sense was born between the ice peaks, and instantly passed through the snowy field, before arriving at the Baicheng Temple, with a disturbed anger and...a trace of curiosity.

The squally wind roared, the snow particles flew around, and the believers and soldiers in the small town exclaimed and avoided.

This is the majesty of the Snow Queen.

"If I did not make a mistake, the path to the underworld should have undergone drastic changes, and the Taiping real person is destroying the world."

Zhanzi looked tens of thousands of miles away, his face pale and said: "You should have felt it earlier, and you should be able to understand that, in addition to killing the mortals in the world, he also wants to kill all the creatures in the snow country, and completely eliminate the beasts. The trouble of the tide."

Why does the indifferent and powerful will of the Snow Queen come from that divine sense to me?

Every hundreds of years, Chaotian Continent North will usher in a terrifying beast wave. At first, the strong human race thought this was the Snow Kingdom trying to invade south and occupy the territory of the human race. Now they are guessing that it is Because there are too many Snow Country monsters born in the ice and snow and consume too much of the cold veins of the extreme north, the Snow Queen will drive them to the south and kill them with the hand of the human race. If this is so true, how can the Snow Queen care about Taiping's death?

Zhanzi looked at the depths of the snowy field, and said sincerely: "Those who are your people after all, you can let them die, but how can they die under the plot of others?"

The message that the Snow Queen responded is still clear and indifferent~ IndoMTL.com~ What does it matter to me?

"Yes, this matter has nothing to do with you. If you can stay still, I will accept your love."

A deep and flawless voice came from the ground.

The spirit of the Snow Queen gradually faded away, and she actually acquiesced.

Zhanzi looked back at Baicheng in shock.

The voice still echoed in the city, like a bell, endlessly.

The blood-colored cliff trembled slightly, and the rustle of snow on the top of the peak fell, gradually piled up behind the small temple.

In the small temple, the heavy iron knife, which is longer than the beam of a house, is unimaginably heavy and rests quietly on the shelf.

One hand suddenly grasped the handle of the knife.

The hand was full of wounds and scars everywhere, looking like patent leather peeling off a Buddha statue.