Chapter 674

In order to destroy the world, Taiping immortal prepared for hundreds of years, from the underworld to the world, from chaotang to the countryside, from the muddy water bank to Yuntai, and then back to the green mountains.

Bulao Lin, who is all over the world, has collected countless information for him to ensure that no wrong judgment will occur on those important nodes.

Zen Zi is indeed in Baicheng because he wants to guard the snow field. It is well known that Dao Sheng Cao Yuan and the queen of the snow country were seriously injured after World War I and have not appeared in the world for nearly a century.

At the critical moment before becoming holy, bu qiuxiao sat in the depths of a Maozhai, wandering between heaven and earth, unable to wake up.

But just as immortal Taiping said that well nine can't calculate everything, how can he calculate everything? Can you know what choices those people will make at some time? What kind of accident is waiting for him?

In a Maozhai, the strong wind roared and retrograded, the willows on the bank rose by roots, and the ten thousand lotus in the lake broke, danced like a broken hat, or floated on the water. The picture looked very sad.

What's more terrible is that those winds were dyed red, like steaming blood fog, full of evil Qi.

The array of suppressing the passage into the underworld for countless years has failed. The Shizhong mountain at the end of the thousand mile wind corridor is already riddled with holes. The sobbing sound is like a broken flute, not a clock. The hard rock turns into powder and pours into the deep underground with the wind. I don't know how long it will take to go to the underworld River and blow more fire and smoke.

A thin red feather fluttered in the strong wind. Looking at the yimaozhai scholars trying to repair the array on the ground, it was like an indifferent and ruthless eye.

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

The emerald color didn't change with the blood red vigorous wind. Instead, it rose with the wind. With a cry, it spread its wings and became a green bird.

The green bird's eyes were full of anger. With a soft cry, it pecked at the red feather.

The red feather seemed to have its own spirit. It dived with the wind and instantly went to the lake more than ten miles away.

There was a poor broken lotus on the undulating lake. The green bird suddenly flew out of the broken lotus, stuck out its beak like lightning, accurately picked up the red feather, flapped its wings, flew high into the sky, and soon disappeared into the sky.

With the departure of the red feather, the wind in the thousand mile wind corridor gradually faded, and was no longer as bloody as before. The wind was still unabated, but the damage to the practitioners was much less.

The scholar of yimaozhai took advantage of the opportunity to engrave characters and symbols on the cliff against the strong wind, trying to stop or at least delay the collapse of the array. However, at this time, the passage into the underworld has been opened, and the breath between the two worlds is connected. The hurricane formed is too terrible to be sealed by the power of symbols, and the strong wind is still pouring into those cracks and caves, As soon as the symbol paper was pasted, it was torn apart, and even the words engraved on the cliff were polished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It takes a lot of noble righteousness whether it is writing or writing. In a very short period of time, many scholars collapsed to the ground and even fainted directly.

But none of the scholars who could still stand left. They still kept working hard and fought against the power of heaven and earth with manpower. Their blood can be seen everywhere between the cliffs.

Xi Yiyun and more than a dozen teachers stood in the place where the wind was the strongest and the situation was the most dangerous. Their faces were extremely pale and their breath kept consuming. They could not hold on.

At this time, around the simple residence in the depths of yimaozhai, the wind suddenly decreased a lot, and the annoying sobs also decreased a lot.

Bu qiuxiao opened his eyes and looked out of the window. He smelled the residual smell in the wind and looked at his fingers to know what had happened.

He grew up, floated out of the room, made a light noise, and his toes touched the residual lotus on the lake to resist the wind. Soon he came to Shizhong mountain at the end of the wind corridor.

The young scholars in a Maozhai were surprised and shouted, "Zhai Lord!"

At the front, the more than ten old scholars showed a sudden change of expression, with a look of regret in their eyes.

Xi Yiyun looked at the familiar figure in the sky and was very sad. He murmured in his heart, sir

Dozens of days ago, bu qiuxiao entered a state of emptiness and brightness, wandering between heaven and earth, feeling the meaning of nature and waiting for his final sanctification.

At this moment, he can't feel any movement outside his body. Why did he wake up early?

Because he swam in the divine consciousness between heaven and earth and felt the drastic change of heaven and earth.

Wandering between heaven and earth and returning once... This is a miss. When you want to be a saint again, you don't know how many years of hard cultivation, or even... No chance!

Bu qiuxiao ignored the shouts of his disciples and pointed his right hand at the cliff.

He usually writes books with his right hand.

When writing, the index finger is at the top.

Today, his index finger was cut a tiny wound by the red feather, which had already coagulated.

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

Then, more and more blood beads flew out, connected into a blood line and landed on the cliff.

The blood was like ink, sometimes spilled and sometimes carefully fell on the cracks, trying to seal it and prevent the vigorous wind from pouring into the underworld.

But even if he is bu qiuxiao, how can he resist the power of heaven and earth?

Seeing the blood scattered by the vigorous wind, bu qiuxiao's face became paler and paler, Xi Yiyun was more painful, and a question arose in his heart.

In the face of this great disaster, sir, you chose to return and do not hesitate to give up becoming a saint, but you still can't change anything. Is this... Worth it?

Bu qiuxiao himself knows the current situation better.

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

If you can't be holy, you can't turn the tide.

But how could he not wake up before the storm?

This is really a topic that is not interesting.

He kept writing meaningless words on cliff of the Shizhong mountain with the blood and water. Thinking of the these things, his lips tilted slightly and showed a bitter smile.

At the next moment, something happened that no one thought of.

The blood stains on the cliff suddenly emitted a bright light and became more bright red!

No matter how strong and fierce the wind from all over the world, it can't dilute those blood stains any more!

More and more bright red blood, no smell of blood, just solemn, like a red pen on paper!

The whole Shizhong mountain gradually stabilized, the stone wall no longer continued to be crisp, and the cracks were gradually coagulated by blood and water!

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 showed a confused look.

"Ha ha ha!"

Bu qiuxiao was still laughing, no longer bitter, just like a child, and even laughed.

His laughter echoed at the top of the cliff and gradually suppressed the broken flute like sobs.

When he first entered Maozhai to study, he was also an innocent young man, but he took up the responsibility and pressure prematurely because of his master's affairs.

Whether it was Yan Shusheng who left yimaozhai or the conversation with Jing Jiu in the old plum garden, the pressure became heavier and heavier.

Until today, until this moment, he finally took all the pressure off his shoulders.

"This is saint's blood!"

"The fasting Lord has become holy!"

Several old scholars from Maozhai shouted with ecstasy.

Yes, buqiuxiao has become holy.

Facing the great disaster in the world, he resolutely chose to give up becoming a saint.

This is the saint.

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"It's windy."

Zen Zi stood at the gate of the small temple, barefoot grinding on the threshold, looking very nervous.

He looked at the distance with a worried face, but what he saw was not the snow field, but the distant east.

The breath of heaven and earth has changed... Great changes show that great things are going to happen in the world, even greater than the birth of children by the snow queen.

At this time, the wind in Baicheng was not strong, but thinking of the incomparable distance from the wind, Zen Zi's heart became more and more heavy and loosened his fingers.

The result calculated by liangxintong was very bad. What made him feel helpless was that Baicheng was too far away for him to get to those places.

How can we stop this catastrophe?

With a light bang, the threshold was broken by barefoot. Zen Zi came to the sky, with five fingers of his right hand slightly open, and aimed a light mirror at the depths of the snow field.

The sunlight falls on the mirror, refracts to the north and crosses the long snow field. Instead of being scattered, it becomes brighter, extremely accurate and without any deviation.

Tens of thousands of miles away, the lonely and towering ice peak was illuminated by the sun, showing a light blue luster.

A divine sense emerged from the ice peak, crossed the snow field in an instant, and came to the small temple in Baicheng with disturbed anger and... A trace of curiosity.

The strong wind roared and the snow particles flew in disorder. The believers and sergeants in the small town screamed and fled.

This is the majesty of the snow queen.

"If I'm right, the passage to the underworld should have changed dramatically. Immortal Taiping is dying."

Zen Zi looked tens of thousands of miles away, pale and said, "you should have felt it earlier, and you should be able to understand that he not only wants to kill ordinary people in the world, but also wants to kill all the creatures in the snow country, so as to completely eliminate the suffering of animal tide."

The cold and strong will of the snow queen came from that divine consciousness - what does it have to do with me?

Every hundreds of years, there will be a terrible wave of animals in the north of Chaotian continent. At first, the strong people of the Terran thought that this was the snow country trying to invade the South and occupy the Terran territory. Now they are guessing that it was because there were too many snow country monsters born in the ice and snow and consumed too much cold veins in the extreme north. The queen of the snow country would drive them south and kill them by the hand of the Terran. So, really, how can the snow queen care about the destruction of the world by Taiping immortal?

Zen Zi looked at the depths of the snow field and said sincerely, "those are your people after all. You can let them die. How can they die under the plot of others?" The snow queen's response message is still clear and indifferent—— What does it have to do with me“ Yes, it has nothing to do with you. If you can stay still, I will accept your kindness. " A thick sound came from the ground. The snow queen's divine sense gradually disappeared, but she acquiesced. Zen Zi was shocked and looked back at Baicheng below. The sound was still echoing in the city, like a bell. The bloody cliff trembled slightly, and the snow on the top of the peak rustled down and gradually piled up behind the small temple. In the little temple, the heavy iron knife, which was longer than the beam and unimaginable, was still quietly placed on the shelf. One hand suddenly grasped the handle of the knife. The hand was full of wounds and scars. It looked like the peeling paint of the Buddha. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.