For this annihilation, Taiping Zhenren has prepared for hundreds of years, from the underworld to the world, from the court to the countryside, from the muddy water to the Yuntai and then to the green mountains, calculating the situation.The Immortal Forests all over the world have collected countless information for him to ensure that no misjudgments will occur at those important nodes.Zenzi is indeed in Baicheng, because he has to guard the snow field, and the world knows that the sword saint Cao Yuan was seriously injured after a battle with the queen of the snow country, and has not appeared in the world for nearly a hundred years.At the critical moment before becoming holy, Bu Qiuxiao was sitting quietly in the depths of a maozhai, wandering between heaven and earth, unable to wake up.But just like Taiping Zhenren said that Jing Jiu couldn't calculate everything, how could he calculate everything himself?
Can you know what choices those people will make at certain moments?
What kind of accidents await him?
The wind is howling in a thatched house, going against the grain, the willow trees on the shore are rising from the roots, and the lotus in the lake is broken, flying like a broken hat, or floating on the water, and the picture looks extremely miserable.What's even more terrifying is that the wind was dyed red, like a steaming mist of blood, full of evil energy.The formation that suppressed the countless years of entering the underworld passage failed, and the stone bell mountain at the end of the Thousand Miles Wind Corridor was already full of holes, and the whimpering sound seemed to be a broken flute, instead of a bell, and the hard rock turned into powder, and as the wind poured into the deep underground, I don't know how long it would take to reach the river Styx, blowing more fire and smoke.A thin red feather fluttered in the wind, looking at the scholars on the ground who were trying to repair the formation, like an indifferent and merciless eye.Suddenly, a touch of emerald color fell from the high skylight.The emerald color did not melt with the blood-red wind, but rose when it met the wind, and with a snort, it spread its wings and turned into a blue bird.The blue bird's eyes were full of anger, and with a soft roar, it 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, poked out its beak like lightning, struck the red feather with great accuracy, flapped its wings, flew high into the sky, and soon disappeared into the sky.With the departure of the red feathers, the wind in the Thousand Miles Wind Corridor gradually faded in color, and it was no longer as bloody as before, the wind was still unabated, but the damage to the cultivators was much less.A scholar took the opportunity to start carving and writing on the cliff wall against the wind, trying to prevent or at least delay the speed of the disintegration of the formation, but at this time, the passage into the underworld had been opened, and the breath between the two realms was through, and the hurricane formed was too terrifying to be sealed with the power of the rune, and the wind was still pouring into those crevices and caves, and the rune paper was torn apart as soon as it was pasted, and even the words engraved on the cliff wall were smoothed out at a speed visible to the naked eye.Whether it is a talisman paper or an engraving of words, it will consume a lot of Haoran righteousness, and in a very short period of time, many scholars will collapse to the ground, or even faint directly.But none of the scholars who could still stand left, and they still kept trying, using manpower to fight against the might of heaven and earth, and the blood they spit out could be seen everywhere between the cliffs.Xi Yiyun and more than a dozen division commanders stood in the place where the wind was strongest and the situation was the most dangerous, their faces were extremely pale, their breath was constantly consumed, and they couldn't hold it anymore.At this moment, the wind suddenly became much quieter, and the annoying whimpering sounds around the simple dwelling in the depths of a cottage were suddenly much quieter.Bu Qiuxiao opened his eyes, glanced out the window, smelled the residual smell of the wind, and looked at his fingers to know what was happening.He got up and floated out of the fast, snapped softly, tapped the residual lotus on the lake with his toes, and went away against the wind, and soon came to the Shizhong Mountain at the end of the wind corridor.The young scholars of Yimaozhai shouted in surprise: "Lord!
”The more than ten old scholars at the front changed their expressions suddenly, and their eyes showed a look of regret.Xi Yiyun looked at the familiar figure in the sky, extremely sad, and muttered in his heart......
Dozens of days ago, Bu Qiuxiao entered a state of emptiness, wandering between heaven and earth, comprehending the righteousness of nature, and waiting for the final sanctification.At such a moment, he couldn't perceive any movement outside his body, so why did he wake up early?
Because of his divine consciousness swimming between heaven and earth, he felt this drastic change in heaven and earth.Wander the world and return in one day......
This is missing, and if you want to usher in sanctification again, you don't know how many years of penance you have to go through, and you may even ......
No more chances!
Bu Qiuxiao ignored the shouts of his disciples and stretched out his right hand to aim at the cliff.He usually writes with his right hand.When holding the pen, the index finger is at the top.Today, his index finger had been cut by that red feather with a tiny wound that had long since congealed.At this time, the wound broke open again, spilling a drop of blood.Immediately after, more and more blood beads flew out, connected into a line of blood, and landed on the cliff wall.The blood was like ink, sometimes spilled, sometimes carefully falling on those crevices, trying to seal it and prevent the wind from pouring into the underworld.But even if he is Bu Qiuxiao, how can he compete with the power of heaven and earth?
Seeing that the blood was blown away by the Gangfeng wind, and seeing Bu Qiuxiao's face getting paler and paler, Xi Yiyun became even more painful, and a question arose in his heart.In the face of this catastrophe in the world, sir, you chose to return, and did not hesitate to give up sanctification, but you still couldn't change anything, this ......
Is it worth it?
Bu Qiuxiao himself is more aware of the current situation.He chose to wake up early, and he could not be sanctified.If you can't be holy, you can't turn the tide.But with the rags ahead, how could he not wake up?
It's really not an interesting subject.He kept writing words with blood on the cliff wall of Shizhong Mountain that had no real meaning, thinking about these things, the corners of his lips curled slightly, revealing a somewhat bitter smile.In the next moment, something happened that no one expected.The blood stains on the cliff suddenly emitted a bright light and became even more vivid!
No matter how strong and fierce the wind is from all over the world, it can no longer dilute those blood stains!
The blood stains are getting more and more red, there is no smell of blood, but it is extremely solemn, like a red pen falling on paper!
The entire Shizhong Mountain gradually stabilized, the stone wall no longer continued to crisp, and the cracks were gradually congealed by blood!
The passage of the underworld is getting smaller and smaller, and the wind is naturally getting smaller and smaller!
What the hell is going on?
The young scholars were shocked and speechless.Xi Yiyun's face was confused."
Hahahaha!"
Bu Qiuxiao was still laughing, there was no bitterness, he was as innocent as a child, and even laughed out loud.His laughter echoed across the cliffs, drowning down the flute-like whimpering.When he first entered Yimaozhai to study, he was also an innocent young man, but because of his master's affairs, he took on the responsibility and pressure too early.Whether it was Yan Shusheng, who left Yimaozhai, or the conversation with Jing Jiu in the old plum garden, this pressure became heavier and heavier.It was only today, until this moment, that he finally took all that pressure off his shoulders."
It's saint's blood!""
The Lord of Fasting is holy!"
Several old scholars shouted in ecstasy.Yes, Bu Qiuxiao is holy.In the face of the great catastrophe in the world, he resolutely chose to give up sanctification.This is the saint............."
The wind is blowing. ”Zenzi stood at the door of the small temple, barefoot grinding on the threshold, looking very nervous.He looked into the distance, his face full of melancholy, but he was not looking at the snowfield, but at the far east.The breath of heaven and earth has changed......
The great change shows that something big is going to happen in this world, even more so than when the Queen of Snow gave birth to a child.At this time, the wind in Baicheng was not strong, but thinking of the incomparably long distance from where the wind went, Zenzi's mood became heavier and heavier, and he let go of his fingers.The result of the two hearts was very bad, and what made him feel even more helpless was that Baicheng was too far away for him to get to those places.What can be done to stop this catastrophe?
With a soft snap, the threshold was broken with bare feet, and Zenko came to the sky, and the five fingers of his right hand were slightly opened, aiming at the depths of the snowfield with a light mirror.The sunlight falls on the mirror, refracted northward, over the snowy fields, and instead of scattering, it becomes brighter and more precise without any deviation.Tens of thousands of miles away, the lonely and lofty ice peak was illuminated by this sunlight, revealing a pale blue luster.A divine consciousness was born from the ice peak, and instantly crossed the snow field, and came to the small temple of Baicheng, with the anger of being disturbed and ......
A hint of curiosity.The wind howled, snow flew wildly, and the believers and sergeants in the small town screamed for shelter.This is the majesty of the Snow Queen."
If I'm not mistaken, the passage to the underworld should have undergone drastic changes, and the Taiping Zhenren are destroying the world."
Zenzi looked tens of thousands of miles away, and said with a pale face: "You should have felt it earlier, and you should have been able to figure it out, in addition to wanting to kill mortals in the world, he also wanted to kill all the creatures in the Snow Country, so as to completely eliminate the disaster of the beast tide." ”The cold and powerful will of the Snow Queen came from that divine consciousness - what does it have to do with me?
Every few hundred years, the north of the Chaotian Continent will usher in a terrifying beast tide, at the beginning, the Terran powerhouses thought that this was the Snow Country trying to invade the south and occupy the territory of the Terrans, but now they are speculating that it is because there are too many Snow Kingdom monsters born from the ice and snow, and the consumption of the extreme northern cold veins is too great, so the Snow Queen will drive them south and kill them by the hands of the Terrans.If this is the case, how can the Queen of Snow care about the destruction of the Taiping real people?
Zenzi looked at the depths of the snowfield and said sincerely: "Those are your people after all, you can let them die, but how can you die under the plot of others?"
”The message from the Snow Queen remained clear and cold.- What does it have to do with me?"
Yes, this matter has nothing to do with you, if you can not move, I will accept your affection."
A deep and incoherent voice came from the ground.The Snowy Queen's consciousness gradually faded away, and she actually acquiesced.Zenko was shocked and looked back at the white city below.The sound still echoed through the city, like a bell, and it was continuous.The blood-colored cliffs trembled slightly, and the snow on the peaks fell and gradually piled up behind the small temple.In the small temple, the iron knife, which was longer than the beams of the house and unimaginably heavy, rested quietly on the shelf.A hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the knife.The hand was covered in wounds and scars, and it looked like the peeling patent leather of a Buddha statue.()