The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 69: Send the bell
The Styx is not human water, and those traces dissipate very quickly, as is the fragrance of the white lotus.
The sword light disappeared in the gloomy night sky, and Jing Jiu's figure emerged, looking towards the dim surroundings.
He has never been to the underworld, and he doesn’t know the specific locations of those passages, but he knows how to return to the human world, but there are many passages from the underworld to the human world, and the most important ones are nearly ten. Where will Bai Yuan go? ? Is it the Thousand Miles Wind Corridor or the other two maelstroms?
He opened his palm subconsciously, but nothing appeared, only to remember that Cicada had already followed Xue Ji to the outside world.
Several invisible mosquitoes left his palms and flew towards the sky. A bright light flashed in his eyes. After confirming the position, he put the mosquitoes in again.
There are abysses between the underworld and the world, there are space fragments, and there are hard cliffs like floating islands.
The sword light flashed, and he appeared before a cliff, looking at the transparent, glass-like thing, frowning slightly.
This is the bottom of the Suppression Prison, the strongest barrier in the world, but for him now, there is nothing that cannot be broken.
The reason why he frowned was not because it was difficult, but because he didn't like it.
With a light rubbing sound, an almost invisible trace appeared on the transparent glass.
Except for the invisible mosquitoes, probably only the sword light can pass through.
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The morning sun has risen, and Chaoge City wakes up from its deep sleep.
Taichang Temple has been baptized by wind and rain for more than a hundred years, and it is no longer as blunt as it was after rebuilding, and has more historical vicissitudes. The stone passage in the backyard leading to the town magic prison is full of heavy ruts. The purple wild peanuts in the garden are very good. For some reason, they have never been picked.
The breeze is blowing, and a sword light illuminates the dark eaves of Taichang Temple, as if the dead Canglong is about to wake up.
Jing Jiu stood among the purple wildflowers, naturally thinking of the years in the Demon Suppression Prison and that friend.
With the breeze blowing, the sword light traveled through Chaoge City, extremely dim, and could not be seen at all.
Sword light drifted past the well house where a crabapple tree was once planted, the Jingjue Temple hall that was moved across from the well house, the restaurant where Taiping Zhenren once drank tea.
Of course there is the imperial city.
Here is the place where he was born and where he slept for many years. Many stories have happened here, and many people live here.
The empress dowager was sitting in front of the window, looking at the Zen character on the wall, her expression a little stunned.
Gu Pan stood on the wall and looked at the prosperous Chaoge City. The frosty hair on the temples was very bright, and his eyes were extremely calm, as if he was admiring the world he was protecting.
On the street outside the old plum garden, the people who set up stalls greeted each other, rubbed their sleepy faces, and prepared to start today's career of cheating money.
The steam in the early shop has dissipated, and the last half-cage beef steamed buns are calmly placed on the case. The surface of the steamed buns is full of **** oily soup, which looks extremely tiring.
A little beggar across the street looked at the beef buns and kept swallowing saliva.
The spring sun is shining on Chaoge City, everything is so peaceful and beautiful, of course there are ugliness, each as usual.
Some people know that something big happened on Qingshan yesterday. Some people saw the strange twilight of yesterday. But they did not know that the world was being destroyed.
Jing Yao and the imperial delegation were still on their way back, and Gu Qing did not return to Chaoge City because he came too quickly.
When he asked Gu Qing to leave Qingshan and rush back to Chaoge City last night, at least at that time, he hadn't thought of saving the world by himself.
Jianguang walked through Chaoge City. Jing Jiu saw these pictures, and at the same time seemed to see a lot of pictures in the fragments of time, and then thought about a lot of things.
Zhao Layue can't understand why he is willing to take such a big risk to save the world. It is difficult for him to say clearly, probably because of cause and effect.
To explain these reasons clearly, he needs to think again. Of course, he doesn't need to think about it and know that he wants to do this, that's enough.
After a few breaths, Jing Jiu watched the entire Chaoge City and confirmed that Zhenren Bai was not here.
In such a short period of time, he can still think of so many things and give birth to so many memories, because the sword light is too fast.
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There is a Qipan Mountain outside Chaoge City, and there is a small pavilion in the mountain. It has been sealed by the court for a long time. In the hearts of practitioners and chess masters, this pavilion is a holy land.
There is a chess board in the pavilion. The black and white chess pieces on the board seem to be facing each other, and there are countless sharp points hidden in it, and it can even be said to be wind and thunder.
Suddenly, the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard were illuminated by a sword light, and suddenly became extremely vivid, as if they were about to come to life.
The sword light passed through countless green trees, leaving countless fallen leaves, heading northeast, and quickly disappearing into the sky.
When the sword light appeared again, it had already reached the Qianli Wind Corridor.
One day and one night later, the wind here is no longer so terrible, but it still whizzes like a knife.
There were cracks everywhere on the walls of the inn, and many wooden boards even broke directly. The green trees beside the road had already fallen to the ground, looking extremely bleak.
Jianguang didn't stay at the inn, but went directly into the depths of the Qianli Wind Corridor with the wind, and stopped by the lotus pond.
"I have already been here..."
Jing Jiu looked at the broken lotus leaves on the lake in silence.
Everything seems to be calm, but in fact there is an undercurrent at the bottom of the lake, and it is not a current, it is still a wind current.
He seemed calm, but his eyes were tired and tired.
His white clothes were blown by the wind, like a flag shot through by countless arrows on the battlefield, in tatters.
After leaving the green hills, he went to the Tongtianjing by the East China Sea, to the depths of the sea, to the underworld, killing the high priest, beheading the underworld master, and finally returning to the world, taking a look at Chaoge Cheng, it was only then that it stopped for the first time.
In fact, it only took him half an hour to finish all this.
This is something that has never happened in Chaotian Continent.
The sword light of Ye Liu's poem was not as good as this.
This is a real miracle.
So far, no matter how great he is, his sword will be exhausted, and he needs to rest for a while.
Jing Jiu walked on the lake, covered in dust, like an immortal who had returned after countless years.
The lotus trembled slightly, the water wave moved slightly, and the Mo Jiao in the distance poked out his head and saluted him respectfully.
It was walking, and it was extremely fast. It didn’t take long before he came to the end of the Qianli Wind Corridor, and saw the stone mountain that was more tattered than his own clothes, and saw that the surrounding stone mountain was even more tired than himself. The scholars of Yimaozhai.
And the **** saint.
Bu Qiuxiao's blood has never stopped, even if it condenses occasionally, it will be cut apart by himself.
Because only the blood of a saint can seal this passage to the underworld.
But there was too much blood on his body at this time.
The blood is glowing with golden luster, which is somewhat similar to the fairy qi, but the blood stains in the stone mountain are already dimmed, and the golden luster is almost invisible.
This kind of moment, naturally, there is no time to talk, let alone congratulations.
Jing Jiu asked: "Why is she so fast?"
"The heaven and earth escape method with the blessing of immortal energy is not as fast as you, but it is also fast."
Bu Qiuxiao looked at Xi Yiyun's cold body not far away, and said: "She attacked and injured me, but I can hold it for a while."
Jing Jiu followed his line of sight and saw a dozen corpses of Yi Maozhai scholars. After a moment of silence, he said, "You may have to hold on for two more hours."
Bu Qiuxiao looked at his face and asked: "Can you still hold it?"
Jing Jiu said: "It should be possible."
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The entire Chaotian Continent, or even the entire world, has reached a deadlock at this time.
Take heaven and earth as the furnace, this is truly a peerless method.
The real powerhouses who have the ability to change the current situation are unable to leave their place for their own reasons. Bu Qiuxiao could not leave the Qianli Wind Corridor, the giant could not leave the Maelstrom, Cao Yuan could not leave the underworld, and the Qinglian sedan chair could not leave the Tongtianjing, because they wanted this world to continue to exist.
But how long can they last? The most critical question is how long can Jing Jiu last?
The first thing Bai Zhenren did after returning to the world was to come to Yimaozhai, severely injured Bu Qiuxiao, the newly promoted saint, and then disappeared into the world.
Obviously, she was just waiting for Jing Jiu to be unable to hold it, waiting for these peerless powerhouses to be unable to hold it.
If Jing Jiu doesn't want to turn around, he must find her within these two hours and kill her.
The question is where is Zhen Bai at this time?
The sword light illuminates the lotus on the lake, illuminates the bloodstains in the stone mountain, illuminates the eyes of the scholars in Yimaozhai, and then illuminates the clouds and mists in Yunmeng Mountain that never go away all year round.
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The cloud boat sent by Zhongzhou is still on the way.
Because of their childish beauty, Jing Jiu and Liu Ci once entered the Yunmeng Array.
Even without these prerequisites, what formation in the world can block this sword light?
Through the Sky Killing Array, it won’t work, and Yunmeng’s Large Array will naturally not be able to do it.
The cloud sank slightly, and then gave birth to a tiny hole.
Immediately afterwards, a tree on the edge of a high platform in a valley broke, and the stream also broke, and a crack appeared on the ground, extending into the depths, not knowing where it was.
This is the deepest part of the earth, and also the deepest part of the Yunmeng Array. It has the deepest night and the most beautiful starry sky, as if it can lead from the world to the fairyland.
In the faint mist, there is an extremely large figure, exuding unimaginable pressure.
"Jingyang! You are too arrogant!"
The thunderous roar shredded all the mist.
The Qilin finally revealed his true body.
It is difficult to describe in words.
If the corpse dog is like a black stone mountain, the unicorn is like the black mountain with colorful flags, and all kinds of gems are inlaid. People are daunting, but they feel extremely ugly and disgusting.
But no matter whether it is beautiful or ugly, it is after all the oldest life in Chaotian Continent, the highest-ranking beast, possessing earth-shaking power.
Looking at the world~IndoMTL.com~ Except for the Snow Queen, no one really dares to say that it is its opponent. The corpse dog can form a shock to it, and it is also because the corpse dog fights and kills it.
Jing Jiu looked at it without any warning in his eyes, and asked calmly, "Where is Bai Yuan?"
The Qilin said angrily: "How do I know?"
Jing Jiu said: "If she knew I was going to kill you, would she show up?"
The unicorn is like hearing the most absurd words in the world, laughing and saying: "Even if you are one of all things, can you easily kill me? Don't forget that I am a real beast! My true realm ability, you Haven't seen it at all, do you think it will be great soon? Hahahaha..."
Its laughter stopped abruptly, and an expression of inconceivability and anger suddenly appeared in its eyes.
I don't know when Jing Jiu opened his right hand, with an ancient clock resting on his palm.
Jing Yunzhong.