The Path Toward Heaven

Countless magma broke through the transparent giant wall and sprinkled into the abyss, like a galaxy composed of flames hanging down from the sky.

Even if the Styx River burns and the earth shakes today, many people in the underworld still notice this magnificent and beautiful scene, but no one can see the red carp breaking out of the river of fire and fleeing into the night.

The underworld is dim, and the night is blurry, but there are flames everywhere. At that moment, the fire carp is like a wave in the river Styx, undetectable.

Standing on top of the fire carp's head, Master Bai raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the black cliff in the lower reaches of the Styx River with his hands behind his back.

On that cliff, there are countless underworld soldiers who were poisoned to death by green smoke, on that high platform there is a colorless tree, and there is a Buddha watching the rushing Styx quietly.

Huo Li felt the aura coming from the big Buddha, and said in horror, Who is that?

Master Bai said, Cao Yuan.

More than a hundred years ago, when Huo Li took Tong Yan in, he had chatted with him a lot about the current practice world. Knowing this name, he was shocked and said: Why did he come down? Is the real person here to kill him?

Master Bai said: Even if he has fought twice in a row today, it is not so easy to kill him. What's more, he has made so many contributions to the human race, why kill him?

Huo Li thought to himself that no matter how high your realm is, how dare you purse your lips so arrogantly in front of that Buddha, and speak like this... While slandering, it suddenly felt the aura emanating from Master Bai, and thought of the fairy talisman again, and gave birth to a deep chill again.

Among the black cliffs countless miles downstream of the Styx River, Cao Yuan looked at the corpses on both sides of the Styx River, sighed, and the iron knife was immediately covered with a light layer of frost.

He suddenly sensed something, turned his head and looked towards the distant night sky, saw the river of fire descending from the sky, and also saw the spark that gradually became silent.

The amount of seawater falling in the sky of the underworld has become less and less. Presumably, the giant changed the path between heaven and earth changed by Daoist Taiping, and the gust of wind gradually subsided. It must be Bu Qiuxiao's handwriting. Seeing that the crisis of annihilation has been lifted, why did it change suddenly? What is that spark that went away?

He turned around and looked at the colorless tree on the high platform, wanting to have a final negotiation with the underworld master, but found that there was no underworld master under the tree.

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The River Styx meanders endlessly, flowing slowly between the black earth, occasionally a strong wind howls past, and when the stones and ash on the water surface are brushed away, sparks will splash out.

This looks somewhat similar to the magma river at the bottom of Soul Gathering Valley, but it is actually two completely different things. The fire carp walked in the river uneasy, feeling the faint pulling power and the smell of soul fire hidden in the river, and gradually calmed down until it was confirmed that it could not hurt itself.

This is an extremely desolate place in the underworld, because the Styx river passes through several soul fire caves here. There are no towns or tribes on the bank, and there is not even a trace of the life of the people of the underworld.

The Styx River flowed out of the Huohuo Cave, and a fat man was kneeling on the white rocky beach opposite, looking like a pile of meat.

Compared with the short people of the underworld, the high priest of the underworld really looks fat.

The high priest is the most powerful person in the Ministry of the Underworld. After the death of the Underworld Emperor, he fought with the Underworld Master for more than a hundred years, but was finally defeated by the opponent.

The most fundamental reason is that the Zhongzhou faction who supported him was suppressed by the Qingshan sect who supported the underworld master.

The final battle in the underworld had ended at the same time as Daoist Taiping's death. Who would have thought that he, who was never found by the master of the underworld, was not on the battlefield, but kneeling on the white rocky beach waiting for his master to arrive.

Master Bai asked blankly, Are you all ready?

The high priest said: All the formations have been mastered, and Qingyan can go up at any time.

Master Bai said, Master Ming?

The high priest said: He is a disciple of Daoist Taiping, there is no reason not to help us.

Huo Li finally vaguely guessed the truth of the matter, with a look of horror and disbelief in his eyes, and screamed: How is this possible!

The road we have taken.

Bai Zhenren looked at the underworld illuminated by the river of fire, just like looking at his own world.

If you want the sea to become a mulberry field, what's wrong with some people dying?

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The cloud and mist melted under the golden light, and the figure disappeared without a trace.

In just an instant, many deep wrinkles appeared on Tan Zhenren's broad forehead, as if he had aged many years.

He took back the Shifang Zhenyao Tower and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone thought that Master Bai was dead, that it was the price paid by the real person, or that it was a mental trauma.

Few people heard Jing Jiu's last words.

Tan Zhenren heard it, glanced at him, said nothing, turned and stepped into the void, and came to the cloud boat of the Zhongzhou faction.

The cloud boat started slowly, left Tianguang Peak, and headed north under the starry sky.

Because of what happened tonight, there will inevitably be a huge crack in the Zhongzhou faction, and even fall into turmoil, but at least at this moment, when everyone thinks that Bai Zhenren is dead and Tan Zhenren is still alive, silence is the common choice of all Zhongzhou faction practitioners, and it is also the only choice.

Seeing the several Zhongzhou school cloud boats gradually turning into black spots under the starry sky, the practitioners of various sects felt very complicated emotions in their hearts.

Jing Jiu said, That's all for today.

The rain stopped a long time ago, and his words obviously did not mean to keep guests. Practitioners from various sects came to Tianguang Peak one after another, saluted and said goodbye.

The northern sects such as the Kunlun Sect were the first to leave, followed by some lesser-known small sects, and then the Guocheng Temple, Daze, Xuanling Sect, and Jingzong, which had good relations with Qingshan. Jing Yao wanted to stay, but Jing Jiu waved his hand. Duke Lu saw that he was in a bad mood at the moment, and hurriedly took the Emperor on the way back to Chaoge City.

Que Niang supported Zhao Layue to stand on the edge of the cliff, and did not leave with the mirror sect.

From the small sedan chair with the green curtain came the solemn voice of the Master of Shuiyue Temple: What's going on here?

Jing Jiu said, I don't know.

The small sedan chair with the green curtain floats up and goes east with the starlight.

Around Tianguang Peak, only Qingshan disciples remained.

Headed by Daoist Guangyuan, Elder Jiufeng and his disciples bowed down to Tianguang Peak and said in unison: Meet the Daoist Master.

Jing Jiu said, It's all gone.

This is what it means to ask everyone to return to their respective peaks.

Chi Yan stepped forward and said with some hesitation: The real master...

At this time, everyone remembered that Shangde Peak had been trampled to the ground by Immortal Bairen, so where should the disciples of Shangde Peak go?

Countless lines of sight fell somewhere in the distance.

There used to be a cold peak covered with snow all the year round, but now there is only a piece of black ground left.

The starlight sprinkled on the peaks, and also sprinkled there, as if adding some snow color.

Without the isolation of the Qingshan Great Formation, the scene in front of him is so real, and it is so uncomfortable for the Qingshan disciples.

Why don't you let the fellow disciples of Shangde Peak go to Xijiange to rest for a while, and discuss it tomorrow?

Supporting his seriously injured body, Lu Qing walked behind Jing Jiu and said.

Then do it first.

Jing Jiu threw the silver whip in his hand to the foot of Tianguang Peak.

The silver whip fell among the peaks and turned back into Xijianxi.

The stream was gurgling, and there was a faint cracking sound, as if a whip had been whipped on something hard.

Suddenly, Nan Wang exclaimed from the top of Tianguang Peak: What's wrong with you?

Everyone followed her gaze and couldn't help being startled.

A line of blood appeared on Jing Jiu's earlobe, which seemed to be broken.

The crackling sound came from here.

A drop of blood slowly overflowed from that line of blood, just like the red tears shed by a beauty before she left her parents.

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(I've been busy these days, so try to be able to write every day.)