Countless magma broke through the transparent huge wall and sprinkled into the abyss, just like a river of heaven composed of flames hanging from the sky.

Even though the River Styx burned into disaster today and the earth was shaking, many people from the underworld still noticed this spectacular and beautiful scene, but no one could see the red carp breaking through the fire river and escaping into the night.

The underworld is dark, the night is blurred, but there are flames everywhere. At that moment, the fire carp is like a wave raised in the Styx, which is invisible.

Bai Zhenren stood above Huo Li's head, with his hands behind him, looking at the black cliff in the lower reaches of the Styx, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

On that cliff there were countless soldiers from the Netherworld who were poisoned by the blue smoke, on that high platform there was a colorless tree, and there was also a rushing River Styx in the Buddha.

Huo Li felt the breath from the big Buddha and said in extreme horror: "Who is that?"

Bai Zhenren said: "Cao Yuan."

More than a hundred years ago, when Huo Li took in Tongyan, he talked to him about the situation in the world of cultivation. When he knew this name, he was shocked and said: "Why did he come down? Did the real person come to kill him?"

Bai Zhenren said: "Even if he fought two games in a row today, it would not be so easy to kill him. What's more, he has made so much contribution to the human race, why should he kill him?"

Huo Li thought to himself that no matter how high your realm is, how could he dare to be so arrogant in front of the Buddha? He spoke like this... While whispering in his heart, it suddenly felt the aura emitted from Bai Zhenren, and thought about the immortal talisman, which once again gave rise to a deep chill. He subconsciously pursed the fish's lips and did not dare to say a word.

Among the black cliffs countless miles downstream of the Styx, Cao Yuan looked at the corpses on both sides of the Styx and sighed, and the iron knife was immediately covered with a light layer of frost.

He suddenly sensed something, turned to the distant night sky, saw the river of fire falling from the sky, and also saw the gradually quiet Mars.

The sea water falling in the sky of the underworld has become less and less. I think the giant changed the passage of heaven and earth that Taiping Zhenren changed, and the strong wind gradually disappeared. I think it should be Bu Qiuxiao's work. Seeing that the crisis of destruction has been resolved, why did it suddenly change again? What exactly is that distant Mars?

He turned around and looked at the colorless tree on the platform, trying to make a final negotiation with Master Darkness, but found that Master Darkness was no longer under the tree.

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The River Styx is winding endlessly, flowing slowly between the black ground. Occasionally, strong winds whistle by, brushing away the stones and ash on the water surface, sparks will splash out.

This looks a bit similar to the magma river at the bottom of the Soul Gathering Valley, but it is actually two completely different things. The fire carp wanders in the river with some anxiety, feeling the looming pulling power and the smell of soul fire hidden in the river. It was not until it was confirmed that it could not hurt itself.

This is an extremely desolate place in the underworld, because the River Styx will pass through several soul fire caves here, there are no towns or tribes on the shore, and there are not even any traces of life of the people in the underworld.

The River Styx flowed out of the Soul Fire Cave, and a very fat man was kneeling on the white rock beach opposite, looking like a pile of meat mountains.

Compared with the short descendants of the Netherworld, the High Priest of the Netherworld really looks very fat.

The high priest was the most powerful figure in the Underworld. After the death of the Underworld Emperor, he fought with the Underworld Master for more than a hundred years, but was eventually defeated by the other party.

For the most fundamental reason, it is because the Zhongzhou sect that supported him was suppressed by the Qingshan Sect, who supported the underworld master.

The final battle in the underworld has ended at the same time as the Taiping True Man destroyed the world. Who would have thought that the Underworld Master had never found him, but was not on the battlefield, but kneeled on this white stone beach and waited for the arrival of his master.

Bai Zhenren asked expressionlessly: "Are you ready?"

The high priest said: "All formations have been mastered, and Qingyan can be used at any time."

Bai Zhenren said, "Master Underworld?"

The high priest said, "He is a disciple of Taiping Zhenren, and there is no reason not to help us."

Huo Li finally vaguely guessed the truth of the matter, with a look of horror and incredible expression in her eyes, and she screamed: "How can this be done!"

"The right path on earth is vicissitudes."

Bai Zhenren looked at the underworld illuminated by the Fire River, just like looking at his own world.

"If you want the sea to become a mulberry field, what's wrong with dying people?"

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The clouds melted under the golden light, and the figure disappeared without a trace.

In just an instant, there were many deep wrinkles on Tan Zhenren's broad forehead, as if he was aged a lot.

He took back the Ten-Strait Demon-Suppressing Tower and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone thought that Bai Zhenren was dead, thinking that this was the price paid by the real person or the mental trauma.

Few people heard what Jing Jiu said in the end.

When Tan Zhenren heard this, he glanced at him, said nothing, turned around and stepped into the void, and came to the cloud ship of Zhongzhou Sect.

The cloud ship slowly started, left Tianguang Peak, and headed north under the starry sky.

Because of what happened tonight, great cracks will inevitably arise within the Zhongzhou Sect and even fall into turmoil. But at least at this moment, at the moment when everyone thought that Bai Zhenren was dead and Tan Zhenren was still alive, silence is the common choice and the only choice of all Zhongzhou Sect practitioners.

Looking at the several Zhongzhou sect cloud ships that gradually turned into black dots under the starry sky, the practitioners of various sects felt very complicated in their hearts.

Jing Jiu said: "That's all today."

The rain had already stopped, and his words were obviously not meant to stay guests. Practitioners from various sects came to Tianguang Peak, bowed and left.

The first ones to leave were the Kunlun Sect and other northern sects, followed by some not-famous small sects, and then Guocheng Temple, Daze, Xuanling Sect, and Jing Sect, where they were friends with Qingshan. Jing Yao wanted to stay, but Jing Jiu waved his hand. Duke Lu saw that he was in a bad mood at this time and quickly took the God Emperor on his way back to Chaoge City.

Qu Niang supported Zhao Layue and stood by the cliff, without leaving with her fellow Jingzong.

The Master of Shuiyue Temple came from the Qinglian sedan chair and said a bit solemn voice: "What the hell is going on?"

Jing Jiu said, "I don't know."

The green curtain sedan floats up and goes east with the stars.

All around Tianguang Peak, only Qingshan disciples were left.

Headed by Guangyuan Zhenren, the elder Jiufeng and his disciples bowed to Tianguang Peak and said in unison: "Greetings to the head Zhenren."

Jing Jiu said, "It's all gone."

This is what we mean to ask everyone to return to their peaks.

Chi Yan stepped forward and said hesitantly: "The real person in the head..."

Only then did everyone remember that Shangde Peak had been flattened by the White Blade Immortal, where should the disciples of Shangde Peak go?

Countless gazes fell somewhere in the distance.

There used to be a cold peak with snow all year round, but now there is only a black ground left.

The stars scattered over the peaks and sprinkled there, as if some snow was added.

Without the isolation of the Qingshan Formation, the scenery in front of you is so real, and it makes Qingshan disciples feel uncomfortable.

"Why would you rather let your fellow disciples from Shangdefeng go to Xijian Pavilion to rest temporarily and discuss it tomorrow?"

Gu Qing supported his seriously injured body and walked behind Jing Jiu and said.

"Then do it this way first."

Jing Jiu threw the silver whip in his hand under Tianguang Peak.

The silver whip fell between the peaks and turned back to the sword-washing stream.

The stream was gurgling, and a crisp sound came from it, like a whip whipping on some hard object.

Suddenly, Nan Wang's scream came from the top of the skylight peak: "What's wrong with you?"

Everyone looked along her sight and couldn't help but be shocked.

A blood thread appeared on Jing Jiu's earlobe, which seemed to be breaking.

The crisp sound of the bang starts here.

A drop of blood slowly overflowed from the bloodline, just like the red tears shed by a beauty before leaving her parents.

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(I've been busy these days, so I'm trying to write every day.)

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