The Path Toward Heaven

The town magic prison is Canglong.

Naturally, there is no day here.

Dozens of miles deep in the ground are also dark, but there is a faint glow in front.

That light shines on the side of the abyss, in the extremely far lower boundary, I do not know whether it is the flame of the Styx or the volcanic volcano.

The howling wind blew the Emperor's clothes slightly.

Once the colorful clothes, I do not know when it has become black.

His body is a little short, but he is solemn, like a born king.

Ming Huang quietly looked at the abyss. There was his hometown, the childhood river, and the loyal subjects.

He looks so affectionate.

Affection is a force.

This invisible power, isolated from the scourge of the howling wind, tightly linked him with the lower boundary of the abyss.

Under the blessing of this power, the Pluto turned into an iron anchor, letting the large ship quietly moored in the raging ocean, turned into a nail, and nailed the tail of the Canglong to the bottom of the ground.

I don't know how long after that, the ground vibrations passed here, and the surrounding cliffs were falling with gravel.

The Emperor looked at the abyss with a little reluctance, and turned to look at the Youchang channel.

Howling wind became violent, the old man condensed by the Canglong spirit followed the wind and came to the Emperor.

At this time the old man was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, and he looked extremely miserable.

Looking at Ming Emperor, the old man's expression was a little weird and he said, "It turns out you really came out."

The Emperor smiled and said, "Yeah."

The old man covered his bleeding forehead and remained silent for a long time.

Then he suddenly laughed and said, "So what? Do you think you can escape?"

The emperor said seriously: "I can't go out, you can't go out."

"You have been in my belly for six hundred years, isolated from the heavens and the earth, and the day and night soul fire has been sucked. In just three years, it is not enough for you to recover to compete with me."

The old man chuckled in his eyes.

Ming Emperor still smiled slightly, because she didn't have eyebrows, she looked more lovely.

"Your realm is really high and you live longer. The spirit can condense into an entity, but it is still difficult to kill me with the spirit, otherwise you would have killed that young man. In such a violent and stupid way? So long as I stay in your body, it is safe. "

The old man sighed and said, "Now in retrospect, I was really stupid today, not only lost face, but also seriously injured, and said that he would not have to eat a few hundred more prisoners to recover, but ... you do such things What's the use? After all, you still can't kill me, they come, you still have a dead end. "

As long as Hades stays in Canglong's body, it is difficult for Canglong to kill him, but Canglong can let the strong tribe enter its body to kill him.

There was no fear on the Emperor's face, and she still smiled and said, "Are you sure you can hold on till then?"

The old man didn't understand what he was saying, thinking that in your current state, could he still kill the dragon directly?

During the conversation, the Emperor's hands were behind his back, and remained unchanged until then.

Suddenly, countless tiny, seemingly weak soul fires burst out of his body.

If you look closely, you can see that the soul fires are all human-shaped, the body is dim, the flames are bright, the features are similar to that of the Emperor, and there are no eyebrows.

Each soul fire is like a little pluto in black.

Looking at this scene, the old man looked slightly changed and said, "What do you want to do?"

The Emperor smiled silently, took out his right hand behind him, and waved it forward slightly, as if he was a commander who issued a total attack order to his army.

Countless soul fires, turned into countless little puppet emperors, flew against the wind, headed towards the end of the long passage, and soon disappeared.

It didn't take long for those soul fires to come to the town's magic prison-that is, every corner of Canglong's belly.

Those corners with traces of sword cutting or collapsed cliff stones are the wounds left by Jing Jiu's iron sword.

The poisonous pond is still engulfing in the wound.

The little emperors did not hesitate, and burrowed into the wounds.

The sound of gurgling sounded everywhere in the town's magic prison. The wounds were lit by soul fire, glowing with faint light, like ghost fires on the mass grave.

The night was illuminated, and the prisoners in the town's magic prison woke up and squeezed in front of the cell door, watching a little wildfire, with a look of longing in their eyes.

At the deepest part of the town's magic prison, the Emperor looked at the old man silently, without speaking.

He stood here, but had gone elsewhere and started the attack.

This is the true, highest-order Soulfire Lord.

The old man's face became extremely pale, and his pain was extremely extreme, and he trembled, "How dare you do this to me!"

Pluto said: "How others treat you, how you should return to each other, this is a courtesy."

Jing Jiu once said something similar.

This is the principle, the principle of doing things, for people like them.

When the Emperor came to earth to prepare for real peace with the people, he did not expect that when the agreement was about to be signed, the people would betrayed shamelessly and put him in the town's magic prison.

One pass is 600 years.

In the verdant valley, the black prison is real.

There were no wind swords and frost swords for six hundred years, but every day he had to endure more painful things.

——The bites of mosquitoes and the guilt of the underworld.

Today Pluto will end some of these pains while returning others to the other.

To Canglong, Jing Jiu's ghost sword is a mosquito.

The Emperor of the Soul Fire is the more powerful mosquito.

Only in an instant, the old man's face became pale like snow, and sweat dripped like beans.

Those minor wounds were already painful and itchy, and at this time they were burned by the soul fire, not to mention him, for fear that the Zen Son might not be able to bear it.

Only then did the old man understand the meaning of Pluto's sentence.

-Are you sure you can stick to that time?

The strong human race is about to reach Chaoge City.

The old man could welcome them into his belly at any time.

At that time, the Emperor will surely die.

But can he endure the burning of countless soul fires till then?

"I think we can talk."

The old man looked at Ming Huang and said, his eyes were very sincere.

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The dust was quiet, and the wind was blowing again.

The powerful Zhongzhou sent Dafa together.

The cracks in the ground deepened, and the lake returned.

The water surface in that big hole gradually lowered, and the black light and shadow in the deep can be seen faintly.

Yueqianmen retracted the Taoism and swept to the edge of the cave again, feeling that the breath of Dragon God was a bit weak, but fortunately, the vitality was still strong.

He looked at the blue scholar behind him and asked, "Is the Lord of Zhai coming?"

The surname of the scholar in blue is Xu, who is a strong man of Maozhai, and like him is the guest of the Qing Emperor Jingxin, or worship.

Xu Shusheng felt a moment and said, "Seventeen breaths."

Listening to this ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Yueqianmen finally relieved.

Because he knew that the real person in charge had arrived.

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The sun rises from the east, and the west is illuminated first. There is a sudden light there, but it is eye-catching but not dazzling, and naturally becomes a part of the sky.

When people come from heaven and earth, they can become one with heaven and earth. This is the highest state of heaven and earth.

There is naturally the head of the Zhongzhou faction, talking about real people.

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