For this situation of destruction, Taiping Zhenren has prepared for hundreds of years, from the underworld to the earth, from the court to the countryside, from the turbid water to the clouds and then back to the green mountains, and calculated the situation.

The Forever Forest, which is spread all over the world, has collected countless information for him to ensure that no wrong judgments occur at those important nodes.

The Zen son is indeed in Baicheng because he wants to guard the snow field. It is known to everyone that the sword saint Cao Yuan was seriously injured after the battle with the Queen of the Snow Kingdom and has not appeared in the world for nearly a hundred years.

At the critical moment before becoming a saint, Bu Qiuxiao sat quietly in the depths of a thatched vegetarian, wandering between heaven and earth, unable to wake up.

But just like Taiping Zhenren said that Jing Jiu could not calculate everything, how could he figure everything out himself? Can he know what choices those people will make at some moments? What kind of accidents are waiting for him?

A strong wind whistled in a thatched vegetarian camp, and it was coming against the road. Willow trees rose up on the shore, and lotus in the lake broke, flying like a broken hat, or rising and falling on the water. The picture looked extremely miserable.

What's even more terrifying is that the winds were dyed red, like steaming blood mist, full of evil spirits.

The formation that suppressed the Netherworld Passage for countless years has failed. The stone bell mountain at the end of the Qianli Wind Gallery is already full of holes, and the whimpering sound is like a broken flute, and it is no longer a bell. The hard rocks have turned into powder. As the wind blows towards the deep underground, it will take me to go up to the Styx River and blow more fire and smoke.

A thin red feather fluttered in the wind, looking at the scholars of the Maozhai who were trying to repair the formation on the ground, like a cold and ruthless eye.

Suddenly, a hint of emerald fell from the lofty sky light.

The emerald color met the blood-red gale wind, but did not change with it. Instead, it rose when it encountered the wind. With a shout, it spread its wings and turned into a blue bird.

The blue bird's eyes were full of anger. With a light whistle, he pecked at the red feather.

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

There was a pitiful broken lotus on the undulating lake surface. The blue bird suddenly flew out of the broken lotus, poked out its beak like lightning, grabbed the red feather with great accuracy, flapped its wings, flew towards the high altitude, and soon disappeared into the sky.

As the red feathers left, the wind in Qianli Wind Corridor gradually faded away, no longer full of blood and evil spirits as before, and the wind still did not diminish, but the harm to practitioners was much smaller.

A scholar from a vegetarian vegetarian took the opportunity to write talismans on the cliff against the strong wind, trying to prevent at least delay the speed of the formation disintegration. However, at this time, the passage into the underworld had opened, and the breath between the two realms was connected. The hurricane formed was too terrifying and could not be sealed with the power of the talisman. The strong wind was still pouring into the gaps and caves. The talisman paper was torn to pieces as soon as it was pasted, and even the words engraved on the cliff were smoothed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Whether it is to use talisman paper or engraving words as talismans, it consumes a lot of righteousness. 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 were still working hard to fight against the power of heaven and earth with manpower. The blood they spit out could be seen everywhere on the cliff walls.

Xi Yiyun and more than ten division commanders stood in the place where the wind was the most windy and the situation was the most dangerous. His face was extremely pale and his breath was constantly consumed, and he was about to be unable to hold on.

At this moment, around the simple residence deep in the vegetarian area, the wind suddenly became much smaller, and the boring whimpers became much smaller.

Bu Qiuxiao opened his eyes and looked out the window. He smelled the residual smell in the wind. He glanced at his fingers and knew what was going on.

He rose up and floated out of the vegetarian room. With a light bang, he gently tapped the remaining lotus on the lake surface and left with the wind. He soon arrived in front of Shizhong Mountain at the end of the wind corridor.

The young scholars from a Maozhai shouted in surprise: "Master of Zhai!"

The more than ten old scholars at the front had a sudden change in their expressions, and their eyes showed a look of regret.

Xi Yiyun looked at the familiar figure in the sky, feeling extremely sad, and murmured in her heart, sir...

A few dozen days ago, Bu Qiuxiao entered a state of emptiness and brightness, wandering between heaven and earth, understanding the meaning of nature, and waiting for the final sainthood.

At this moment, he could not sense any movement outside his body, so why would he wake up in advance?

Because of his spiritual consciousness that travels between heaven and earth, he felt this drastic change in heaven and earth.

The gods travel between heaven and earth, and return once they return... This is a missed time. If you want to become a saint again, you don’t know how many years of hard practice you will have to go through, and it may even be... no chance again!

Bu Qiuxiao ignored the disciples' shouts and stretched out his right hand and pointed it at the cliff.

He usually uses his right hand to write books.

When holding the pen, the index finger is at the highest point.

Today, his index finger was cut by the red feather and it had already condensed.

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

Immediately afterwards, more and more blood beads flew out, forming a blood line and landing on the cliff.

The blood was like ink, sometimes splashing, sometimes falling carefully on the gaps, trying to seal it so that the wind could not rush into the underworld.

But even if he is Bu Qiuxiao, how can he fight against the power of heaven and earth?

Seeing the blood gradually dissipated by the strong wind, and as Bu Qiuxiao's face became paler, Xi Yiyun was even more painful, and a question arose in his heart.

When you encounter this great disaster in the world, you have chosen to return and give up becoming a saint, but you still cannot change anything. Is this... worth it?

Bu Qiuxiao himself is more aware of the current situation.

He chose to wake up early and could not become a saint.

If you cannot become a saint, you cannot turn the tide.

But with Kuang Lan ahead, how could he not wake up?

This is really a not interesting topic.

He kept writing words that had no real meaning on the cliff of Shizhong Mountain with blood. Thinking of these things, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and a bitter smile appeared.

Just the next moment, something happened that no one expected.

The blood on the cliff suddenly emitted a bright light and became even brighter!

No matter how strong or sharp the wind is coming from all over the world, it cannot dilute the blood stains any more!

The blood was getting brighter and brighter, without a scent of blood, but was solemn, like a red pen falling on paper!

The entire Shizhong Mountain gradually stabilized, the stone wall no longer continued to melt, and the cracks gradually became corroded by blood!

The passage of the underworld is getting smaller and smaller, and the wind is naturally getting smaller and smaller!

What's going on?

The young scholars were speechless.

Xi Yiyun's face showed a confusion.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Bu Qiuxiao was still laughing, no longer having a bitter meaning, as innocent as a child, and even laughed out loud.

His laughter echoed at the extreme of the cliff, gradually suppressing the whimpering sounds of broken flutes.

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

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

Until today, until now, he finally removed all the pressure from his shoulders.

"This is the blood of the saint!"

"The Lord of Zhai has become a sanctified!"

Several old scholars from a vegetarian zhai shouted ecstatically.

Yes, Bu Qiuxiao has become a saint.

Faced with the great disasters on earth, he resolutely chose to give up becoming a saint.

This is the saint.

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"It's wind blowing."

Zenzi stood at the entrance of the small temple, grinding barefoot on the threshold, looking very nervous.

He looked into the distance, his face full of sorrow, but he was not looking at the snowfield, but the distant east.

The breath of heaven and earth has changed... The huge change shows that something big will happen in this world, even bigger than the incident of the Queen of Snow Country giving birth to a child back then.

At this time, the wind in Baicheng was not strong, but thinking about the extremely far distance from the wind, Zenzi felt heavier and he let go of his fingers.

The result calculated by the two-heart communication was very bad, and what made him even more helpless was that Baicheng was too far away and he didn't have time to rush to those places.

How can we stop this catastrophe?

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

The sunlight falls on the mirror and refracts to the north. It passes through the vast snowfield. It not only does not scatter, but becomes brighter, and extremely accurate without any deviation.

Tens of thousands of miles away, the lonely and tall ice peak was illuminated by this sunlight, revealing a light blue luster.

A magical consciousness emerged from the ice peaks, instantly traveling through the snow field, before coming to the small temple of Baicheng, with anger and... a hint of curiosity.

The wind was howling, the snow was flying, and the believers and soldiers in the small town exclaimed and hid.

This is the majesty of the Queen of Snow Country.

"If I did not calculate it wrong, the passage to enter the underworld should have undergone drastic changes, and Taiping Zhenren is destroying the world."

Zenzi looked tens of thousands of miles away and said pale, "You should have felt it earlier, and you should be able to figure it out that in addition to killing mortals in the world, he also wanted to kill all the creatures in the Snow Country, so as to completely eliminate the danger of the beast tide."

What does the cold and powerful will of the Queen of Snow Country come from that divine consciousness have to do with me?

Every few hundred years, the North Continent of Chaotian will usher in a terrifying beast tide. At first, the powerful human race thought that this was the Snow Country trying to invade the south and occupy the territory of the human race. Now they are speculating that it is because there are too many monsters born in the snow and ice, and the consumption of the cold veins on the extreme northern part is too great. The Queen of the Snow Country will drive them to go south and kill them with the hands of the human race. This is true, how can the Queen of the Snow Country care about the destruction of Taiping Real Man?

Zenzi looked deep in the snow field and said sincerely: "Those people who are ultimately yours. You can let them die, but how can you die under the plot of others?"

The message the Snow Kingdom Queen responded to was still clear and indifferent.

What does it have to do with me?

"Yes, this matter has nothing to do with you. If you can stay away from moving, I will accept your love."

A thick and flawless voice came from the ground.

The Queen of Snow Country's spiritual consciousness gradually faded away, and she actually made accusation.

Zenzi looked back at Baicheng below in shock.

The sound was still echoing in the city, like a bell, continuous.

The blood-colored cliff trembled slightly, and the snow on the top of the peak fell down, gradually piled up behind the small temple.

In the small temple, the iron knife that was longer than the beam of the house was unimaginable and was still quietly resting on the shelf.

One hand suddenly held the hilt.

The hand was covered with wounds and scars everywhere, looking like the peeling patent leather of a Buddha statue.
Chapter completed!