The Path Toward Heaven

For this era of extinction, Taiping real people prepared for hundreds of years, from the underworld to the earth, from the chaos to the countryside, from the turbid water to Yuntai and back to Qingshan.

The eternal forest all over the world has collected countless information for him to ensure that no misjudgment will occur on those important nodes.

Chanzi is indeed in Baicheng, because he wants to guard the snowy field, and everyone knows that Caoyuan Daosheng and the Queen of the Snow Country were seriously injured after the war, and it has not been seen for nearly a century.

Bu Qiuxiao was at a critical moment before being sanctified. He was sitting in the depths of Yimao Zhai, wandering between heaven and earth, unable to wake up.

But just like the real Taiping said that Jing Jiu could not do everything, how could he figure everything out himself? Know what choices those people will make at some point? What kind of accident is waiting for him?

The wind screamed in Yizhaili, and it came retrograde. The willows on the shore rose up, Wanlian in the lake broke, flew like a broken hat, or floated on the water. The picture looked extremely miserable.

Even more frightening is that those winds have been dyed red, like the transpiration of blood mist, filled with evil spirits.

The matrix method that suppresses the entrance to the underpass for many years has failed. The stone bell mountain at the end of the thousand-mile wind corridor is already full of sores. The sound of whimpering is like a flute, not a bell anymore. The wind was pouring into the deep ground, I don't know how long it will take to go over the Styx River, blowing more fire and smoke.

A thin red feather fluttered in the strong wind, watching the Maozhai scholars who were trying to repair the formation on the ground, like a cold and ruthless eye.

Suddenly, a touch of green color fell from the high sky.

The emerald color met the blood-red howling wind, and it did not change with it, but met the wind and rose, and opened its wings and turned into a blue bird.

The blue bird's eyes were full of angry expression, and with a soft beep, they pecked at the red feather.

The red feather seemed to have its own spirituality, diving with the wind, and instantly went to the lake more than ten miles away.

There was a poor broken lotus on the undulating lake, and the blue bird suddenly flew out of the broken lotus, probing out the beak like a lightning, and struck the red feather with great accuracy, fluttered its wings, and flew towards the sky. Go and soon disappeared into the sky.

With the departure of the red feathers, the wind in the Qianli Wind Corridor gradually faded. It was no longer full of blood and blood as before, and the wind remained unabated, but the damage to the practitioners was much smaller.

Yi Maozhai's scholar took the opportunity to start writing lettering on the cliff face against the strong wind, trying to prevent at least the speed of the disintegration of the matrix method. However, at this time, the entrance to the underworld has been opened, and the breath between the two realms has formed. This hurricane was too horrible to be sealed by Fu Li, the wind was still pouring into those gaps and caves, and the torn paper was torn and smashed as soon as it was pasted, even the words carved on the cliff walls, It is also smoothed at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

Regardless of whether it ’s Shifu paper or lettering, it takes a lot of righteousness. In a very short period of time, many scholars collapsed to the ground and even passed out.

But none of the standing scholars left, and they continued to work hard to confront the might of heaven and earth with manpower, and they could see the blood they spit out across the cliff.

Qi Yiyun and more than a dozen teachers stood in the place where the wind was the strongest and the situation was the most dangerous. His face was extremely pale and his breath kept consuming, and he couldn't hold it when he saw it.

At this time, around the simple residence deep in Yizhai, the wind suddenly dropped a lot, and those annoying whining sounds also dropped a lot.

Bu Qiuxiao opened his eyes, glanced out the window, smelled the smell left in the wind, glanced at his fingers, and knew what was going on.

He got up and came out fast, with a slamming sound, his toes lightly touched the surface of the lake, and he went away from the wind, and soon came to the stone bell at the end of the corridor.

The young scholars at Yizhai shouted in surprise: "Zhai Lord!"

At the forefront of the ten or so old scholars, their expressions changed suddenly, and their eyes showed a pitying expression.

Ji Yiyun looked at the familiar figure in the sky, was extremely sad, and murmured in his heart ...

A few days ago, Bu Qiuxiao entered the state of emptiness, traveling around the world, feeling the natural righteousness, waiting for his final sanctification.

At this moment, he could not feel any movement outside him, so why did he wake up early?

Because he swims between heaven and earth, he feels the upheaval of this world.

When I traveled to heaven and earth, I returned ... this is a miss. When I want to be sanctified again, I do n’t know how many years of hardships it may take. It may even be possible ...

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

He usually writes books with his right hand.

When writing, the index finger is at the highest position.

Today, his index finger was cut with a tiny wound by that red feather, and it had already coagulated.

At this time, the wound was opened again, and a drop of blood spilled.

Immediately afterwards, more and more blood beads flew out, forming a blood line and falling on the cliff.

The blood is like ink, sometimes spilled, and sometimes carefully falls on those gaps, trying to seal it, so that the wind will not be poured into the underworld.

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

Seeing those blood and water blown away by the wind, and watching Bu Qiuxiao's face paler and paler, Yun Yiyun was more painful, and a question came to her heart.

In the face of this calamity in the world, sir, you have chosen to return, and at the cost of giving up sanctification, you still can't change anything. Is it ... worth it?

Bu Qiuxiao himself knew the current situation better.

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

Without sanctification, we cannot turn the tide over.

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

This is really an uninteresting subject.

He kept writing bloodless words on the cliffs of Shizhongshan, and thinking of these things, his lips slightly tilted, revealing a bitter smile.

Just the next moment, something happened that no one expected.

The blood on the cliff suddenly gave off a bright light and became even more red!

No matter how strong the wind is from all over the world, no matter how severe it is, we can no longer dilute those blood spots!

The increasingly red blood stains did not have a bit of **** taste, but were solemn and extreme, just like a pen on a piece of paper!

The entire Shi Zhongshan gradually stabilized, the stone wall no longer continued to melt, and the cracks were gradually frozen by blood!

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

What exactly is going on?

The young scholars were speechless.

A cloud of desolate color.

"Hahahaha!"

Bu Qiuxiao was still laughing, no bitterness anymore, just as naive as a child, and even laughed.

His laughter echoed to the extremes of the cliffs, gradually squeezing those whistling whistles.

When he first entered Maozhai to study, he was also an innocent young man, but because of the Master's affairs, he assumed the responsibility and the pressure too early.

Whether it was the student Yan Yan who left Yizhai or the conversation with Jing Jiu in the old plum garden, the pressure was getting heavier.

Until today, until now, he finally relieved all those pressures from his shoulders.

"This is sage blood!"

"The Lord is sanctified!"

Several old scholars from Maozhai shouted in ecstasy.

Yes, Bu Qiuxiao is sanctified.

Facing the calamity on earth, he resolutely chose to give up sanctification.

This is saint.

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"got windy."

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

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

There is a change in the atmosphere of the heavens and the earth ... the great changes indicate that something big is going to happen in this world, even bigger than the snow queen's birth.

At this time, the wind in Baicheng was not very strong, but thinking of the distance from where the wind went, Zenzi's mood became heavier and he loosened his fingers.

The results calculated by Liangxintong are very bad, and what makes him feel helpless is that Baicheng is too far away, and he has no time to rush to those places.

How can we stop this catastrophe?

A crackling sound, the threshold was broken barefoot, and Zenzi came to the sky with his right hand slightly spreading his five fingers, and aimed at the depths of the snowfield with a light mirror.

The sun fell on the mirror surface, refracted to the north, and crossed the long snowy field. Instead of being scattered, it became brighter, and extremely precise, without any offset.

Tens of thousands of miles away, the lonely and exquisite ice peak was illuminated by the sun, revealing a pale blue luster.

A consciousness emerged from Bingfeng, and instantly passed through the snowy field, before coming to the White City Temple, with the disturbed anger and ... a hint of curiosity.

Howling winds, snow particles flying, believers and sergeants in the town exclaimed and avoided.

This is the majesty of the Snow Queen.

"If I'm not wrong, there should have been a drastic change in the entrance to the underworld. Taiping real people are dying."

Zenzi looked tens of thousands of miles away, and said pale: "You should have felt it earlier, and you should also be able to understand that in addition to killing mortals in the world, he also wanted to kill all the snow country souls, and completely eliminate the tide of beast tide. . "

What does it mean that the indifferent and powerful will of the Snow Queen came from that consciousness?

Every hundreds of years, a horrifying beast wave ushers in the north of the heavenly continent. At first, the human race thought that this was a snow country attempting to invade the south and occupy the territory of the human race. Now it is guessing that it was because it was born There are too many monsters in the snow country between the ice and snow, and the consumption of the extreme northern cold pulse is too much, so the snow queen will drive them south and kill them by the hand of the human race. This is so true, how could the Snow Queen care about Taiping's death?

Zenzi looked at the depths of Xueyuan and said in a sincere way: "Those who are your people after all, you can let them die, but how can you die under the scheme of others?"

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"Yes, this matter has nothing to do with you. If you can't move, I will bear your affection."

A thick and flawless voice came from the ground.

The consciousness of the queen of the snow country is gradually fading away, but it is the default.

Zenzi shocked and looked back at Baicheng below.

The voice was still echoing in the city, as if the bells were endless.

The blood-colored cliffs trembled slightly, and the snow on the peak fell down and piled up behind the little temple.

In the small temple, the iron blade, which was longer than the beam of the house, was unimaginably still resting on the shelf.

Suddenly the handle was held in one hand.

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