The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 34: See 5 color people
The second floor of the Suppression Demon Prison is no longer the officials and assassins, but the real strong.
For example, the suzerain of certain evil factions or the great monsters of the Underworld, and it is even said that there are some monsters left from ancient times.
The soles of Jing Jiu's feet didn't really fall on the ground, otherwise there would definitely be a sound.
But from the slight change in the air on the sole of the shoe, he felt that the sand on the ground became a lot softer, like hard candy that had been exposed to the sun for a long time.
This place is already in the depths of the Demon Suppression Prison. Naturally, there is no sun, but it is still very hot, even countless times hotter than the ground with the sun.
The second layer of the Suppression Prison is called the All-Day Hell. In addition to the meaning of not seeing the sun all the time and never being able to leave, it may also be related to this horrible sultry heat.
The air is full of fire-like breath, as if someone has spilled countless chili powders, it will be so spicy that the throat hurts as long as one breathes.
Jing Jiu doesn't like the cold of Mount Defeng and the snowy field. He is not too concerned about the heat, and he is not breathing at this time, so he doesn't have to worry about choking and coughing.
He continued to walk forward, the air was getting hotter and hotter, and the blackness became thicker and thicker.
In his eyes, many ripple-like lines can be seen on the surface of the exposed stone walls.
It is not weathering but a trace of being softened by heat waves.
I don't know how long it took, but the sultry heat finally subsided, and the temperature dropped slightly. Jing Jiu stopped, reaching out and grabbing into the air.
In places where cold and heat alternate, there will naturally be wind, and he doesn't worry about who will be disturbed by the sound of the wind from his actions.
The next moment, he grabbed an empty space from the air.
He rubbed his fingertips, feeling a little greasy, as if there was something in the air.
Walking forward for a while, the extra things in the air can finally be seen. It is a green mist with a strong fishy smell, and it should be very toxic.
Jing Jiu didn't care. He was sure that the white clothes on his body could bear it, so he relaxed, and was about to move forward, when he suddenly felt light on his shoulders.
Just when the iron sword was about to fall, he held the sword with his backhand, took a look in front of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
The cloth wrapped in the iron sword has been eroded very badly by the green mist, and at this time it is still decayed to the naked eye.
Jing Jiu cut a sleeve of his shirt, tied the iron sword behind him again, and continued forward.
The green fog is getting thicker and thicker, and occasionally blown away by the wind, you can see the mottled surface of the rocky mountain, and you can also see the pink color, like a fleshy wall after festering.
Only those real evil masters and demons can survive in this kind of place.
Walking along the green mist to the deepest point is a mountain stream, the wet cliff wall is full of moss, and there is a pool in the middle.
I don't know if it is because the duckweed or the color of the water, the water is extremely green, and the surface is constantly rising with green water vapor.
That's where the green mist came from.
Jing Jiu stood by the lake waiting for the wind.
Ping moved, and then the wind rose.
Huge bones are faintly visible in the pool, which is extremely strange and terrifying.
The bones should be the remains of a certain great demon. Judging from its shape and size, the realm of this great demon is not much different from that of the mountain demon foster father of Chan Zi.
Such a powerful monster, for some reason, he was imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Prison, and for some reason he was able to escape from the cell and come to this pool of water.
The pools are thousands of feet deep, and they are the most terrifying poison in the world.
The great demon trained his bones to the extreme, surpassed the magic weapon, was not melted, but died after all.
Since the great demon fled here from elsewhere, the passage to the next level seems to be in this waterhole.
Jing Jiu frowned slightly, a little unhappy, but there was no other way.
If you want to see that person, you have to go through something.
He walked into the turquoise pool without any sound, like a hot sword falling into butter.
The pool water soon passed over his head, and Qingping floated back again, covering the vacancy, as if nothing had ever been born.
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The corrosiveness and toxicity of pond water are many times stronger than that of Green Mist.
As soon as Jing Jiu entered the pool, a crack appeared in the white clothes on his body, and then it quickly turned into silk strands, which dispersed with his movements and disappeared without a trace.
If there is a sky falling at this time, like the well in the sword prison, the picture at this time should be beautiful.
Jing Jiu is swimming in the water.
Soon he came to the deepest part of the pool, passed through a very narrow stone crevice, and came to the world below.
This is the third floor of the Suppression Prison.
The person he was looking for should be here.
Different from the previous two floors, the third floor of the Suppression Prison looks very ordinary. Although there is still no light and darkness, there is no more heat and no poison. The air flows naturally, like a spring breeze, like Like Jing Jiu in the water, it gave people a very comfortable feeling.
There is only one passage here, and it looks extremely deep and I don't know where to lead.
Jing Jiu condensed his sword consciousness into a very thin line and sent it towards that passage.
With the degree of sword knowledge, it still took a long time to return to his sea of knowledge. You can imagine how long this passage is.
The passage is filled with an unimaginable number of gang winds. The deeper you go, the stronger the gang winds will become, forming an unimaginable restriction at the end.
Even in the heyday, Jing Jiu was reluctant to enter this passage. Apart from the trouble of breaking the restriction, there were naturally other reasons.
He knew why the wind in this passage was so strong, and why the restriction at the end of the passage was so terrible.
——The abyss is over there.
The abyss can lead directly to the underworld.
Jing Jiu didn't want to go to the Underworld, let alone step into that passage.
Then where can he go at this time?
He turned and walked two random steps to the left.
A very strange feeling appeared in his sea of knowledge.
He doesn't know where he is.
To be precise, he lost his sense of position in the space.
Immediately afterwards, he felt that time had also frozen, not knowing how long he had been in the Demon Suppression Prison.
The third floor of the Suppression Prison is called Taichang.
It is said to be the opposite of Zen's impermanence, which of course is funny.
Jing Jiu knows that this is an error.
Too often is just a pronunciation, not that common word.
It’s just that I’ve been said a lot, and now I think it’s the word too often.
Even Taichang Temple got its name.
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Too Chang Hell is completely isolated from the heavens and the earth, no breath or heaven and earth vitality can enter here, and no breath and energy can leave here.
Absolute stillness makes time lose its meaning, especially space.
However, there is no sense of position, and the direction cannot be determined. How can Jing Jiu find that person?
Jing Jiu closed his eyes and allowed himself to float in this dark, strange space, without direction or goal.
In a world without the concept of space, any direction and goal will only make you lost.
He was floating in the dark, seemingly relaxed, but actually very serious.
If you really get lost here, it will be very troublesome to want to leave.
He dared to come here to find someone because he was sure that what he was carrying would definitely form a mysterious connection with the other party.
I don't know how many days floating in the dark, he finally stopped.
Actually, he couldn't feel he stopped, but his heart moved slightly, so he naturally opened his eyes and woke up.
There is a light and shadow in front of his eyes, black and white mixed together, unable to separate.
The moment he saw the light and shadow, the light and shadow suddenly changed, scattered into countless pieces, and then reunited to form a brand new picture.
Green mountains, red soil, clear lakes, blue sky, purple flowers, brown birds.
The world is full of color~IndoMTL.com~There is no black and white.
Someone is watering the flowers and trees.
The clothes on his body are even more exaggerated, that is, they are indescribably colorful, as if they have painted all the colors in the world.
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(This chapter was written too hard, so I was a few minutes late.)
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