The Path Toward Heaven

The sword net is wide, and no matter how sharp and tight the sword intent is, it is impossible to block all the sea water.

The falling momentum of the sea is no longer as terrible as before, but it is like a wet towel that is constantly tightened. It looks like it is about to dry, but it is always dripping water.

The next thing to do is to spread stones and silt on top of this layer of invisible sword nets with a radius of tens of miles, and then use formations or runes to condense them into blocks, which is equivalent to rebuilding a piece of earth's crust at the bottom of the maelstrom.

The ancestor of the giant was responsible for dredging the passage between heaven and earth, and he was naturally good at this kind of thing. He half-kneeled in the sea, and kept digging out large pieces of rocks and sand from behind, and then carefully placed them on top of the sword net. From a distance, it looked like a big mountain on the sea, but it was constantly swaying by the wind.

His palm is very big, and a handful of rocks is a small mountain. At this speed, it may not take long to block the passage to the sea. The problem is that the number of rocks on the seabed is limited. After digging for a long time, he reached the bottom. He almost made another hole, so he had to choose another place.

As the dusk deepened, the giant moved slowly on the sea surface, bringing up countless huge waves and digging out countless boulders. It was unknown when the sea would be filled up.

In the Underworld, the mountains and rivers stretching for hundreds of miles blocked the seawater going to the Styx River, and there was a huge gap in it, and a big Buddha sat there, being beaten by thousands of waves, standing still.

After all, some sea water flowed into the distance along the cracks in the rocks. Wisps of smoke rose from the Styx River, and there were breathless corpses everywhere on both sides. The sergeants of the two major forces of the Underworld and innocent people fled to the distance crying, but they didn’t know if they could escape this disaster.

The world's biggest and greatest two are silently and alone saving the world.

The person who was the most indifferent and silent person who saved the world did not know where he went.

The twilight faded, the night darkened suddenly, the sky was full of stars showing their faces, and the starlight sprinkled on the dark sea, making the rumbling sound of the water even more palpitating.

The sky was full of stars, and finally someone rushed over, and it was a saint.

Bu Qiuxiao was sanctified yesterday, exhausted all his efforts to block the passage of the gang wind into the underworld, and then was seriously injured by Bai Zhenren's surprise attack, but he still rushed here the fastest.

The blood smeared the common clothes, and under the starlight, there was no bloody smell or evil spirit, but it looked extremely holy.

The giant glanced at Bu Qiuxiao, thinking that this human being is quite powerful, but none of them can solve the problem.

Bu Qiuxiao was a little surprised when he saw the giant, and when he saw what he was doing, he immediately felt a lot of admiration, but he thought that just you and I would not be able to fill up the sea.

Suddenly several sword lights appeared in the sky.

Those who came were Master Guangyuan, Nan Wang, and three old men whom Bu Qiuxiao didn't know, but from the sword intent of the other party, it could be clearly perceived that they were also giants of the Qingshan sect.

The giant was very familiar with Qingshan Sword Intent, and had a natural sense of intimacy, so he called Ajia to those sword lights.

Several sword lights turned back, submerged into the seabed hundreds of miles away, and began to cut.

It was supposed to be the sharp cutting sound of flying swords, but it seemed a little muffled and rumbled by the sea water.

Bu Qiuxiao understood what the giant meant, and flew there too, and joined forces with fellow Taoists of the Qingshan Sect to move mountains and fill seas.

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The sky is full of stars, never blinking, just watching the sea calmly or indifferently, as if laughing at the futile efforts of those lives.

I don't know how long it has passed, those stars may have been tired and disappeared in the morning light.

The morning light was getting brighter, and the time continued to pass, until dusk came again, and several sword lights and more than ten magic weapons came from the sea.

Over there is Chaotian Continent.

Powerhouses from various sects rushed here one after another, and even the Zhongzhou faction in the precarious place also came with a grand elder of the Void Refining Realm.

Seeing the mountain-like giant, these strong practitioners were naturally horrified, and subconsciously wanted to attack, but Bu Qiuxiao stopped them and asked them to follow the giant's command to carry the mountains on the sea floor to fill the sea here.

The Great Elder of the Void Refining Realm of the Zhongzhou School whispered a few words to Bu Qiuxiao.

Only then did Bu Qiuxiao know that the civil strife of the Zhongzhou faction was over.

Tan Zhenren has always been low-key and gentle, but he didn't expect that this time he would act extremely vigorously. Regardless of his serious injuries, he first suppressed Qilin, then invited two old people from Yunmeng Houshan, executed Ren Qianzhu and other elders, and stabilized the situation in the shortest possible time.

The real sect master is seriously injured, and it may take a hundred days to arrive here. The great elder of the Void Refining Realm said in a low voice.

Bu Qiuxiao looked at the maelstrom below, with a look of worry in his eyes, wondering if the sword net left by Master Jingyang could last for a hundred days?

The twilight disappears, and the night comes again, and the stars continue to come out to mock the world.

The mountain under the sea was separated from the magic weapon by the flying sword, and then transported to the maelstrom, carefully crushed by the giant, and scattered on the sword net.

Bu Qiuxiao no longer participated in moving mountains and filling seas with him. He sat in the clouds above the maelstrom, writing runes with the saint's blood, making the gravel and sand on the sword net condense into one.

The powerhouses in the practice world continue to save the world silently, no one will look at the stars, and they will disdain if they don't have time.

The morning light illuminated the sea again, it was red and warm, and a redder lotus cloud came from the sky, Zenzi finally rushed over from the distant snow field.

Bu Qiuxiao, who was extremely exhausted, lifted his spirits, and then he saw an unforgettable scene.

Countless sword lights and magical treasures are flying slowly from the sky, and there are dozens of sword boats and cloud boats, and of course there is also a bitter boat in a cottage.

In the distance of the sea, hundreds of treasure ships from Penglai Island are also coming here, leaving hundreds of white waves on the blue sea, the picture looks extremely spectacular.

When the world was about to be destroyed, all the human cultivators rushed over, even some big monsters.

Their abilities and means may be far less powerful than Bu Qiuxiao, Nan Wang and the others, but there are enough people.

As long as they keep doing it, I believe there will be a day when this sea can be filled.

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The seawater that fell into the underworld had already overflowed the mountain range two days ago, and the seawater that circled both ends of the mountain range turned into countless trickles and went towards the river Styx.

The big Buddha was walking in the swampy field with a huge iron knife, his mottled face was full of silence, and he didn't show much grief, probably because he was breathing continuously and wanted to swallow all the green smoke into his stomach, so he couldn't express much.

In the black mountain in the distance, countless people from the underworld hid in the cliff caves, hugging each other and crying, their short bodies trembling, not knowing when those terrible green smoke would be blown here by the wind.

The high priest died, the underworld master was seriously injured, and the underworld powerhouse also suffered heavy casualties, and they all fled. No one paid any attention to these poor ordinary underworld people.

The sea water that fell into the underworld for the second time did not have much contact with the Styx River, and most of the blue smoke stayed on the ground, and only a small part went to the sky, passing through the Tongtian Well with the breeze.

A figure fell from the blue smoke, and the colorful clothes looked extremely eye-catching in the gloomy world.

Ah Piao made his debut.

Countless sights fell on her in the sky, including those with complicated emotions in the hidden places.

For the past hundred years, she has been living here as the Emperor of the Underworld, but apart from those subordinates of the Underworld Master, there are still many people in the Underworld who refuse to recognize her identity, especially the strong ones on the side of the high priest, because she does not have the Seal of the Underworld Emperor.

There is very little wind and rain in the underworld, but at this moment, there is a sudden gust of wind, blowing her black hair and stabbing her back like a sharp arrow.

Because there was one more thing in her hand.

That thing is a jade seal from the shape, the whole body is dark, exuding unimaginable magic power.

This is the Seal of the Emperor of the Underworld that has been away from the underworld for hundreds of years!

Feeling the absolutely unforgeable aura, many people in the underworld ran out from the cliff holes and behind the trees regardless of the threat of Qingyan, knelt on the ground, kowtowed to A Piao in the sky, crying and begging the emperor of the underworld to save her people.

Ah Piao looked at the world between the black mountains and the bright waters, and at the people who were suffering, with anger in his eyes, looking at those secluded places, and shouted in a deep voice: Get out of here!

After an unknown amount of time, a Ming general exuding a cold aura came out of a residential house, and knelt down on the ground with a slap.

Immediately afterwards, more and more strong men from the underworld who were still alive came out, including those strong men who had been loyal to the priest.

All come with me.

Ah Piao flew towards the distance with a blank expression on his face.

Hundreds of underworld powerhouses quickly followed.

On the way, more underworld powerhouses appeared and joined the team.

The field ahead has turned into a swamp, and the sea water keeps moving forward.

The big Buddha walked among them, holding an iron knife, and kept rising up the mountain.

Looking at that figure, the eyes of all the underworld powerhouses showed expressions of fear and admiration.

All of you follow Master Swordsman to build a mountain as an embankment. A Piao said.

A strong man in the underworld said: No matter how long the mountain is, it will eventually be bypassed by the sea.

A Piao said: Idiot, don't you know how to connect this mountain into a circle?

The strong man in the underworld said helplessly: Your Majesty, even if it forms a circle, if the sea water keeps falling, it will still overflow the top of the mountain after all.

Ah Piao looked up at the sky where the rain was still falling, and said, It depends on when the human race can block it.

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There is no sun or stars in the underworld, so it is difficult to determine the flow rate of time.

I don't know how many days later, the rainstorm that fell in the sky suddenly became smaller, and then at a certain moment, without any warning, it just disappeared completely.

Thousands of underworld powerhouses have been exhausted to the extreme, even to the point of exhaustion, their minds have been in a trance to the extreme, and they didn't react for a while.

Cao Yuan withdrew his iron knife and slowly raised his head to look at the sky, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, revealing a happy smile.

The passage of the sea into the underworld is blocked.

It was not until much later that the people of the underworld knew what happened, or believed what happened.

The first thing that sounded was not cheers, but cries, soaring into the sky, that was the aftermath of the catastrophe, it was a narrow escape, it was alive.

The seawater that fell into the underworld was surrounded by the connected mountains to form a large lake.

There is nothing scenic about this great lake, just vastness.

The underworld is called Hulun.

It means a lake like the sea.

A Piao came to the shore of Hulun Lake, looked at the blue water, and thought of Mr. who had a heart as broad as the sea.

Where are you, sir?

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