The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 66: Heaven and Earth in a Pot

The miserable screams and angry scolds of the prisoners came from the town's magic prison. I don't know how many cells suddenly became smaller, squeezing the prisoners inside directly into a mass.

Those miserable screams and angry scoldings became closer as the distance between heaven and earth narrowed, and then gradually went away—not because the heavens and the earth were separated again, but because the falling cliffs and the sharply rising lake floor were put together It became a closed space made up of rocks.

The distance between heaven and earth is getting closer, everything is compressed, so are those rocks, becoming extremely tight and hard, without any gaps.

With the power of Hades, it is also very difficult to open.

The tight and hard rock surface is very smooth, and the turquoise pond water generates numerous water waves, and the moss gradually breaks down, producing numerous foams.

It looks like an invisible giant hand is shaking a jug, and the green wine in the jug is constantly shaking.

Pluto and the old man are in this hip flask.

Looking at this scene, Pluto Emperor remembered a poem that Taiping had said many years ago when eating hot pot with himself on the Pho River-green ant new wine.

The Emperor smiled, rose up, left the turquoise lake, and came into the air.

Inspired by his consciousness, the tens of thousands of soul fires in the town's magic prison moved up again and turned into tens of thousands of small wraiths, drilling into those rifts.

The old man moaned in pain, his face became extremely pale, floating across the waves formed by the lake, his hands protruded like lightning.

The space in the town's magic prison is rapidly shrinking, and the mountain pool has become a hip flask without a spout.

The Emperor had nowhere to avoid, but the old man grabbed his hands and pulled it back into the lake.

"I am a dragon god, can travel through clouds and rain, as big as mountains and rivers, and as small as dust. As long as you leave my point, I will show you the real fairy house method!"

The old man shouted sharply.

The Emperor was trapped in a stone pot, and the soul-fire film on his body was eroded by the pond water, becoming thinner and thinner, but he could not see any fear in his face.

"Isn't that the heaven and earth in the pot of the Bai family. What kind of fairy method? You are also a big thing in the sky, but you dare to hide in the ground with such a small method. Where is there a little bit of the charm of the ancient beasts? In that year, the Suzaku birds were angry in the sky, Compared to it you are always a bug. "

The old man said, "Your Majesty must not provoke me, as long as I can live forever, what are you afraid of hiding in the ground, and what are you afraid of by small means?"

The Emperor asked seriously: "The incarnation is the town of magic prison. You don't see the sun all year round. Don't you feel bored and lonely?"

"The pot itself is wide, how is it different here than outside?"

The old man knew that the Pluto was delaying time and thinking about the way to escape, but he didn't care.

No one can escape from the world in the pot.

Heaven and earth in the pot is indeed not a fairy house, but one of the strongest magical powers in the world.

Canglong used it for 300 years to repair it, so he never thought about using this method to deal with Jingjiu, because it was not cost-effective, but it was different to deal with the Emperor. As long as he could eat the Emperor afterwards, three Centennial repairs make it easy to make up.

The giant pot formed by the cliff and the bottom of the lake is even smaller, leaving no space left. The old man and the emperor are immersed in the lake water.

The turquoise pool of water slapped Ming Emperor's face, and moss hung near his ears, plus he had no eyebrows and looked a little funny.

More dangerous.

The soul-fire film on his finger has been eroded by a small hole in the pool of water. The pool of water has soaked in. The skin of the finger has ulcers and a white smoke is emitted.

The old man's situation is also very bad. The town's magic prison has shrunk sharply. The density of soul fire attacks is greater, and the pain is more difficult to bear. His face is pale like a ghost.

"This piece of Bitan should be your stomach. These ponds are your gastric juices, which can erode everything." The Emperor looked at him and said, "Although you are condensed by the spirit, you are already semi-solid and equally dangerous. You What is the deep hatred between me that makes you kill me at such a great price? "

The old man suddenly laughed and said, "There is no hatred between you and me, all this is because I want to eat you. In fact, I wanted to do this long ago, but Bai Xianren put you in too long prison, let me I ca n’t do it. Today ’s God-given opportunity, as long as I swallow you in the womb and look at the world, who else is my opponent? Did n’t you think? Today you did so much with that little green mountain thief, but you gave away Come to my lips! "

The Emperor smiled and said, "That's the case, but have you ever thought about it, he couldn't even eat it when he brought it to his mouth, how could he eat me?"

The words were square, and he turned his hands over and caught the old man's wrist.

The old man was a little surprised, but didn't understand why he did it.

At the beginning, he grabbed Pluto's hands and was not disturbed when he didn't want the pot to start.

Now the Emperor is trapped in the world of the pot, immersed in the green water of the pond, and may dissipate at any time, but in turn, what should he do with his own hand?

Do you want to turn yourself into the blood of the green lake? The idea is ridiculous.

The old man was thinking about these things, and suddenly felt something wrong, looking down at the hands of the two, his expression changed slightly.

His fingers were slowly sinking into Hades's wrist, feeling extremely greasy and slippery, like falling into cream or carrion.

At the same time, the Emperor's fingers were also sinking into his wrist, slowly breaking through the skin and flesh until the back of the finger was about to be drowned.

Whether it was feeling or the picture, it was disgusting, and even he felt disgusting.

How is this going?

The old man felt intense uneasiness.

The heaven and earth in the pot have already been formed. No matter how strong the Pluto can't escape, the old man is ready to leave.

As long as he leaves here, no matter what the Emperor has to do, he can only become nihilistic in the poisonous lake.

He is a Canglong spirit. In theory, it can disappear from any place in the town's magic prison, and it can appear from any place. No one can stop it.

Previously, Jiu Jiu could not get rid of him with the ghost sword, which is why.

At this time the old man could not leave himself.

No matter how he destroys the consciousness and displays his magical powers, he eventually stays in the pond or stands in front of the Emperor.

"You are the spirit. Even the spirit of the dragon is only a spirit."

The Emperor looked at the old man with a smile and said, "And when it comes to controlling the soul ... the world is underground ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I am the strongest."

This is the real Soul Fire Lord.

The old man's face became paler in an instant, not because of the pain coming from the wound, but because of the words of the Emperor and the looming future.

That bleak and terrible future, the one he had given to many prisoners.

He will be eaten by Hades.

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