Chapter 671: Heaven and Earth Are Furnaces

In the loud bang like thunder, countless blue waters poured down from a very high place, and when they fell on the ground of the underworld, they brought a huge impact, no different from a stone falling from the sky, and instantly destroyed the hills on the bank, and then poured into the Styx River.

Looking at the blue smoke floating in all directions and in the sky, Tong Yan said expressionlessly: "After your Majesty returns, how will you explain?"

"I think differently from His Majesty. Sunshine, rain and dew are indeed not what we need, but I don't want to be trampled on my head by you humans all the time."

The underworld master walked to his side, looked at the extremely chaotic and terrifying world under the cliff, and said, "The world is about to usher in an unprecedented change, be prepared to embrace it, otherwise everyone will be swallowed by this torrent."

"This is to destroy the world." Tong Yan turned and looked into his eyes and said, "Are you sure you can do it?"

The master said: "Today's Qingshan Grand Ceremony, most of the strong people in the human cultivation world will pass by. It is the best time for us to break through those passages."

Tong Yan said: "And then?"

"Then as you can see, countless seawater falls from the vortex into the underworld, just like a heavy rain that you humans can't even imagine."

On the face of the underworld master, there was a light of perseverance and ambition, and he pointed to a certain place in the sky and said, "Look, there is a strong wind."

At the highest point in the dim world, at a certain point in the abyss, a spatial distortion suddenly occurred.

That's the rush of air, that's the wind from the surface of the continents.

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The wind in the Qianlifeng Gallery keeps whistling, and the willow trees by the lake are half-horizontal on the water surface, and the picture is a bit beautiful.

Xiao He was sitting by the window, her face was pale, which made the pendant on her earlobe even redder.

The wind suddenly became stronger, and a few threads came in from the formations around the house, shaking the window slightly, shaking the black hair on her forehead, and shaking the earring.

The earring swayed slowly, and quietly turned into a red feather about the length and thickness of a finger, which floated out of the window with the wind.

Xiao He didn't know what happened at all, looking at the turbulent waves on the lake, her mind became more and more in a trance.

The delicate red feather floated out of the window, across the stone road between the cottages, across the pond, past the white goose on the pond, and headed deep.

This is the most heavily guarded academy in Yimao Zhai, and it is only a few tens of feet deep, which is the place where Bu Qiuxiao studied and retreated.

The flowing water, flowers and trees in the courtyard around the study are the formations that Yi Maozhai is best at, but they failed to stop the red feather.

Xi Yiyun suddenly opened his eyes, with a frightened and angry look on his face, secretly thinking that something was wrong, and rushed away.

It's a pity that the realm of that red feather is too sublime, when he sensed it, it was already too late.

In the back of the courtyard is a study that looks very ordinary.

Bu Qiuxiao sat on the floor with her eyes closed, a book spread out in front of her, her clothes were blown lightly without wind, and her breath was calm and long.

He has entered the real state of emptiness since dozens of days ago, wandering between heaven and earth, and comprehended the supreme meaning.

Until the moment of final sanctification comes, he will stay in this state forever, without any perception of movement outside his body.

A leaf fell in the pond of the study, causing countless beautiful ripples.

Covered by the ripples, the red feather quietly floated into the study, followed the wind to Bu Qiuxiao's body, and then slowly floated past.

He who was about to be sanctified, his physical body was stronger than the magic weapon, but he was cut open by that seemingly soft feather.

Without any sound, a tiny crack appeared on Bu Qiuxiao's finger.

That is the index finger of his right hand, which is at the highest point when he usually holds the pen, and he has written many sage articles.

A drop of blood gushed out of the opening.

Xi Yiyun and several old scholars from Yimaozhai rushed to the study as quickly as possible, just in time to see this scene.

They didn't know what happened, and felt a strong sense of uneasiness, so they hurriedly began to rearrange the formation, and at the same time, they summoned up righteous energy to help Bu Qiuxiao stop the bleeding.

But it's really too late.

The drop of blood on Bu Qiuxiao's right index finger suddenly dissipated, turning into a very light blood mist, and went towards the surroundings of the study, without being stopped by those formations at all.

The extremely faint blood mist floated towards the sky, and it didn't take long before it came into contact with the real wind.

There was a loud bang!

All the mountains and rivers around Yi Mao Zhai were dyed red, as if the setting sun had come to the world in advance.

The most frightening thing was that those howling winds were also dyed red, and the whole world seemed to start to burn.

The gale, which was already extremely terrifying, became even more violent at this time, and Yimaozhai's formation was forced to show its figure, making a creaking sound of bearing weight, barely supporting it.

The scholars and disciples of Yimao Zhai and the guests from various sects came out of the hut one after another without knowing what happened. They were shocked and speechless when they saw the vision between heaven and earth.

Xiao He stood up in a daze by the window, watching the bloody wind in the sky, feeling the more terrifying power of heaven and earth, subconsciously covered her mouth.

"The direction of the wind has changed!" An old scholar suddenly shouted tremblingly.

Countless exclamations resounded in the cottage.

The wind in the Thousand Miles Wind Corridor never stops.

The entire cultivation world knows that those winds come from the underworld deep in the ground. They are extremely violent and terrifying. After thousands of miles, they are constantly tempered by the smooth water surface and the steep canyon, and finally they will become harmless winds and enter Chaotian Continent.

Back then, the patriarch of Yimao Zhai chose to establish a sect here, in addition to suppressing the passage leading to the underworld, he also wanted to prevent disasters for the people of the world.

The winds have changed direction today! How is this going?

The lotus on the lake was lifted from the water by the sudden strong wind and smashed heavily to the other side. For a while, only dense and loud crackling noises could be heard.

In a short period of time, tens of thousands of lotus plants broke off and were crushed into powder. The picture looked extremely bleak.

A horrified scream came from the depths of the lake, and I don't know how many ink dragons fled to the distance, causing the lake to generate huge waves again.

At the entrance of the distant Thousand Miles Wind Corridor, countless winds are pouring in, and Xiao He's inn has been turned into ruins.

In the deepest part of the Thousand Miles Wind Corridor, at the stone mountain leading to the underworld, the wind is even more terrifying, as if the wind from the entire Chaotian Continent has come here.

There are countless gaps in the stone mountain, and going deep is the passage to the underworld, usually suppressed by a formation of Maozhai.

Countless gusts of wind poured into the rocky mountain, and the edges of the rocky crevices melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then shattered into powder.

Those formations also dissipated.

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"The real person used blood sacrifices to form a heavenly killing formation, forcibly changing the passages of heaven and earth, allowing countless seawater to enter the underworld, and then breaking a Maozhai Stone Zhongshan Mountain, causing strong winds to enter the underworld, and the wind can help the fire, and countless mist can be produced."

The master of the underworld followed the wind in the sky to the top of the Styx river, pointed to the green smoke and said, "As you guessed, these fogs are poisonous, and when they reach the ground, they will kill all ordinary people."

Tong Yan said with a pale face: "This is like a stove, he wants to put the whole world on it."

The master said: "The real person once said that the world is a furnace, and everything is copper. Whether it is a human race or the underworld, how can we get rid of the chaff and save the chaff, and move forward better without going through this refinement?"

Tong Yan said: "Now there is a bellows and a stove, what about the flue? Could it be the open courtyard by the East China Sea?"

Master Ming looked at him appreciatively and said: "It is said that you are the person who is the best at calculating in the Zhongzhou sect, and later the Qingshan sect also relied on you, it is indeed extraordinary."

Tong Yan said: "Then you are doomed to fail."

Master Ming said: "Because Shuiyue Temple and Guocheng Temple are jointly guarding there? You probably don't know that the real person once served as the abbot of Guocheng Temple."

Tong Yan said: "But he underestimated a person."

The underworld master smiled and said, "A real person never despises anyone."

Tong Yan said: "No, no matter how much you value that person, in the end you will still find that you underestimated him."

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The East China Sea is still calm.

Whether it's the endless blue water crashing down towards the underworld in the distant sea or the strong wind pouring into the ground from the depths of the Thousand Miles Wind Corridor, it didn't have time to affect this place. But the gradually fading yellow talisman paper and the fading scriptures on the cliff still alarmed the people in Guocheng Temple and Shuiyue Nunnery.

More than a dozen elders and disciples of Shuiyue Temple rushed to the other side of the mountain, and not long after, the eminent monks of Guocheng Temple also rushed to the bank of the East China Sea, and saw a scene that shocked them—the formation that suppressed Tongtianjing had become much weaker, and countless filthy and sinister auras were spreading to the outside world.

The cold breath from the underworld instantly froze the weeds on the edge of the cliff into frost, and then spread farther away.

In the depths of the weeds, extremely thick ice formed on the body of the head lecturer of Guocheng Temple and the master of Shuiyue Temple.

The skylight penetrated the ice layer, illuminating their faces, and they could vaguely see the corners of their lips fluttering slightly, whether they were chanting scriptures or spells.

How is this going?

The people of Guocheng Temple and Shuiyue Temple were extremely shocked. They wanted to restore the formation, but found that they could not pass through the cold atmosphere of the underworld.

The ground suddenly shook, gravel fell from the cliff, and the frosty weeds were broken inch by inch, and there was an extremely dull loud noise from the ground.

In the depths of the sea not far away, Patriarch Xuanyin opened his eyes at some point, took the seawater with his hands to form a vortex, and slowly retracted to his side.

A huge hole appeared on the cliff in the depths of the sea, surrounded by countless dead fish, which were innocent lives directly crushed to death by the violent undercurrent.

Looking at the picture in front of him, the ancestor's eyes were full of joy and pride.

He was very satisfied with his previous palm, even in his peak period, it was no more than this level.

A palm fell.

The thirty-three heavens in Tongtianjing directly broke the sixth heaven.

If there are a few more palms, all the Tongtianjing will be opened.

It's just that such a powerful palm consumed a lot of his magic breath, he needed to temporarily adjust his breath to calm down, and the ancestor sat down on the bottom of the sea again.

There was a very light blue smoke rising from the bottom of the open well, and floated into the sea water from the crack in the bottom of the sea.

Ordinary people would naturally not be able to smell this green smoke, but the ancestor Xuanyin was in such a state, he instantly noticed something strange and took a deep breath.

The blue smoke twisted like a snake in the sea water, drifted past, came to his nose, was sucked in by him, only a very small residue melted into the sea water.

As the sea water gradually calmed down, a sea turtle swam up to the ancestor in a daze, and then silently lost his breath.

Feeling the smell of green smoke, the ancestor looked at the dead turtle, knowing that the real person's plan had succeeded, a crazy smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were extremely bright.

At this time, he was like a drunk old idler, and like a toad sucked in fairy energy.

That sea turtle was the first life on the mainland to be poisoned by the green smoke of the underworld, and this was just the beginning. As long as the courtyard is opened, a perfect passage between heaven and earth can be formed with the maelstrom and the wind corridor. No one can reverse this process, not even the return of the immortal.

As more and more sea water falls from the maelstrom, as more and more wind pours into the underworld from the Thousand Mile Wind Corridor, and as the flames of the underworld become higher and higher, more blue smoke will be produced from each other. Those blue smokes come to the ground through the sky well, killing more and more lives, no matter if they hide in the sea or in the mountains, they cannot escape death.

Not only the Chaotian Continent, but Penglai Shendao and the distant Dongyi Dao cannot escape this disaster, and even the distant Foreign Continent will eventually be covered by green smoke.

It will be decades or more than a hundred years before these green smoke can be purified by the world, and all ordinary people will die at that time.

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Tong Yan said: "It can't be so simple. The green smoke is floating around in the underworld. To send them from a fixed channel to the surface of the Chaotian Continent will inevitably require a huge formation, and it will take a long time to prepare this formation."

"The real person started preparing for the second time he went to the underworld. How many years did you think it was? And I am the specific executor of the underworld plan." The underworld master said: "The biggest difference between me and the high priest is this. In his eyes, all the underworld creatures are his slaves. His property is not willing to die, but I am not."

Tong Yan said: "I have always felt that you have been too weak in front of Qingshan for more than a hundred years. It turns out that you are using this to cover up your real purpose."

The underworld master looked at him and said with interest: "You are really good at deduction and calculation. I can defeat the high priest so easily thanks to your help. I just don't understand why you suddenly came to the lower realm again. Did you calculate all this?"

"Jing Jiu may be able to calculate all of these. I don't have this ability. When I encounter a situation that is too complicated and exceeds the computing power when playing chess, I am used to making judgments based on intuition."

Tong Yan said: "I didn't count anything in the garden that day, but I just thought I should come to the underworld to have a look, so I came here."

The master said with emotion: "This kind of intuition on the chessboard is really a terrible thing. Fortunately, your realm is not enough, even if you come, you can't change anything."

"My computing power is not as good as Jing Jiu's, but there are still some. At least I won't make the most basic mistakes. If I can't change anything when I come, why did I come in the first place?"

A small clock full of ancient flavor appeared on Tong Yan's right hand.

The underworld master's eyes and pupils shrank suddenly, and the blue clothes danced without the wind, leading his body and drifting away into the distance.

Tong Yan's finger landed on the little clock.

hum!

The bell echoed on the high platform between the cliffs.

The wind was strong, the sky was dark, and even the flames in the river Styx far away were crushed.

The underworld master let out a muffled cry, hit the cliff heavily, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

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(I was too tired from driving, so I canceled the trip to Aershan, and went home early. Regarding this trip, I wrote a journal account and posted it on the WeChat official account. If you are interested, please take a look.)