The Path Toward Heaven

A young Aoyama disciple, in the face of Ping Emperor posing such a pair of Ren Jun attack, anyone would feel ridiculous, let alone Ping Emperor himself.

"You have been held for too long."

Except for this sentence, Jing Jiu gave no more explanation.

Anyone who has spent more than 600 years in the town's magic prison will inevitably be repaired.

More importantly, this seemingly verdant valley is still part of the prison too often. The world is isolated here, and there is no Sacred River and Fire, and you cannot practice here. You can only let the vitality or soul fire in your body gradually dissipate in the slightest form, and disappear in that dark space.

According to Jing Jiu's calculations, the current Pluto is at most only 1% of the strength of that year.

But even the weakest Emperor is still the Emperor.

A Wuchang Zhongjing Jianxiu has no way to defeat him.

The emperor looked at Jing Jiu, without any emotion in his pupils, and said, "But enough to kill an ant like you."

Jing Jiu's answer is still concise, with only one word.

please.

Soul fire is invisible and colorless, and it is naturally difficult to count.

Jing Jiu's heart suddenly gave birth to a feeling, innumerable souls filled this world.

The next moment, those invisible and colorless soul fires emerged through verdant weeds, purple flowers, and blue sky, as if painted with a very light color.

His field of vision was suddenly filled with extremely pale patches of color, which he could see no matter which direction he looked over.

It is strange that these faintly colored soul fires are not the same as the soul fires of the mage he has seen before, giving a very vivid feeling.

This should be the soul of fire he wants to learn.

"Give up the Seal of the Hades, or die."

The Emperor looked at him and said, "You know that I will kill you without any psychological shadow."

Jing Jiu said, "You don't worry about alarming that dragon?"

The Emperor said: "They promised me that this is my world, otherwise I would have committed suicide long ago and would have them threaten the lower world with me?"

Jing Jiujing looked at him quietly, but did not speak, but the meaning was very clear.

Six hundred years ago, the human race took advantage of his trust and locked you in the town's jail. Do you still believe their claims after six hundred years?

"You start the dragon, and you will die, and no matter what I do here, such as killing you, they won't let me die."

Emperor Ming said blankly, "More importantly, if I can get the hope of leaving alive, how can I be afraid of taking risks?"

Jing Jiu said, "I hope that people who are in despair are often poison, not antidote."

The Emperor smiled and said, "As long as you take back the Emperor's Seal, do you think this fake world can still trap you?"

Except for the first few words he said to Jing Jiu, he didn't use this self-proclaimed until now.

Because at this moment, he is the true Hades.

The sky full of soul fire is not as good as heavy rain, just like heavy snow. There seems to be some gaps in it, but it is impossible to pass through.

Jing Jiu didn't mean to leave.

Human spiritual practitioners encounter soul fire, or kill their master, or avoid their nets, otherwise they can only use the treasure or sword to support it.

He chose the last and stupidest method.

Feel free to move.

Sword is lingering.

The breeze around the valley shredded countless flowers and trees.

With a bang, the whole valley seemed to collapse.

Just an illusion.

The verdant valley was still the same as before, there was no vibration on the ground, and the grass did not fly.

Although Hades said that before, of course, if he could, he certainly didn't want to alarm the dragon.

The soul fire fell on Jing Jiu's body, and those colors were also painted on the white coat, and immediately became a real flame.

The fire was great, and Miaojian jumped tens of feet high, as if the underground rocks were hot.

Soul fire has no temperature, so violent fire did not ignite a tree.

The raging soul and fire gradually devoured Jiu Jiu, leaving only a faint figure, crumbling during it.

Minghuang looked at the figure quietly, with a look of indifference.

The verdant valley was quiet again.

There seemed to be no more sound from the majestic fire.

Just burning quietly.

...

...

I don't know the years in the mountains.

The same is true in prison.

I don't know how long it took before the fire in the valley finally went out.

The flames disappeared into the air.

The soul fire becomes an invisible existence, and returns to the body of Hades.

That figure reappeared.

After such a long period of burning, Jing Jiu was still not dead, but there were many small holes in his white clothes, his face was pale, and his expression was extremely exhausted.

At this time, he looked like a seriously ill scholar who escaped from the ruined temple fire.

The Emperor's complexion was paler, watching Jing Jiu silent.

After being suppressed for 600 years, he was indeed extremely weak. When he wanted to come, since Jing Jiu was a disciple of the peace, even if he was low-level, or he could hold it for a while.

What he didn't expect was that Jing Jiu stayed up to the end, let alone that his hiding means had also failed.

The Emperor was very certain that his jade seal was on Jing Jiu.

When Jing Jiu fought against the soul fire, he searched with the hand of Styx River, but could not find, or even found a space weapon.

Where is the Emperor's Seal?

The Pluto King did not hesitate to strengthen the natural connection with the Pluto's Seal, continued to look forward with the hand of the Pluto, and finally came to the space where the Pluto's Seal exists.

However, after such a long time, the hand of Minghe still couldn't bring back the Emperor's Seal, because ... the space was too big.

The space in the town's magic prison is already large, but compared to that space, it is still far from good.

Pluto has never seen or even imagined such a space.

He was pretty sure this was definitely not the interior of some sort of space weapon.

Because even heaven and earth are not so big.

Where is that space?

What the **** are you?

The Emperor looked at Jing Jiu and made countless guesses. The light flow in his body gradually subsided, his voice was dumb and he said, "Why is it so big?"

Jing Jiu's voice was also a little hoarse, saying, "The heaven and earth should be so big."

The Emperor was silent and thoughtful.

Jing Jiu already knew what he had done at this time and said, "Do you still want to try?"

The Emperor said: "I still have one thing that I don't understand. No matter how rich your sword element is, it will not be possible to maintain it for so long."

Jing Jiu said: "If it takes longer, I don't know if it can be maintained."

This seemingly simple contest was, in fact, the greatest danger he has encountered since his rebirth.

During this time, he consumed no less than six years in the snowfield. It's not Jianyuan here, but spirit.

He had confidence in his own body, so he put the sword puppet in his body, but just protected Daoshu and Jianmaru.

Soulfire's lethality is almost spiritual, but it also has a substantial amount of physical damage.

So it was not exactly the same as when confronted with the heavenly people in the old garden of Meiyuan.

His body is baptized with soul fire.

That pain is straight to the deepest.

For anyone, staying in the soul fire of the Emperor for such a long time, even if not dead, will certainly be crazy.

But he is Jingjiu.

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The emperor was silent for a moment, and asked, "Why aren't you afraid?"

Jing Jiu looked at the blue sky and said, "As long as you can leave alive, it is worth the risk."

His answer was similar to that of Hades.

The Emperor looked at him quietly, looked at it for a long time, and said, "You are also the one who lost everything."

(End of this chapter)

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