The layout of the White Bone Road has been decades, and the scheming is exhausted, and the picture is naturally not small.

Their purpose is to open the passage of the netherworld, so that the White Bone Venerable God who is silent at the bottom of the Lethe River can return to the world and ascend to the present world!

The mist generated by those heavens and the earth is proof of this, it is the fog that separates yin and yang, and this place will fall into the netherworld.

......

When Ling He arrived at Mingde Hall, it had already collapsed.

Even if he was lucky enough not to be disturbed by the White Bone Dao Cultivator, Zhou Tianjing's cultivation was not enough to protect himself.

A disaster of this magnitude is not something he can handle.

But he didn't want to run away.

At this time, he heard a faint cry in the collapsed Mingde Hall.

He desperately cut through the bricks and tiles and lifted the collapsed beams.

Under the beam was a little boy who was crying so much that his voice was hoarse, and his left leg had been crushed.

Ling He picked him up and placed him on the street that was still intact.

Maybe people, maybe children!

Thinking so, he plunged headlong into Mingde Hall again.

Because he was not sure if there were any surviving children and where they were buried, he did not dare to use the Dao technique too casually, so as not to cause secondary damage.

Most places can only be carried and picked up by hand, and only when they are sure that they will not hurt people, will they use Taoist assistance.

It didn't take long for his hands to be dripping with blood.

Luckily, he rescued another child.

It was a girl, pigtailed, unconscious, but still breathing.

Ling He carefully picked up the child and was about to move her to a safe place.

Thundered!

He suddenly looked back!

Just before he had placed the little boy, a new crack had opened in the street!

Ling He held the child in his arms and rushed over as fast as he could, but he could only watch the magma flow on the edge of the crack.

Where the little boy fell, there was only a small splash.

Ling He fell to his knees.

When manpower is exhausted.

His heart was as tenacious as his, and he looked up at the sky for a while, feeling hopeless.

......

At this time, if someone can look down from above.

The brown earth cracked, the red magma rushed, the houses collapsed, and the humans fled......

And on top of all this, countless living souls are surging.

The sea of souls that covers the sky and the sun is surging with countless unwilling lives.

Maybe it's just a bread vendor, or just a teacher who teaches, or maybe it's not long after birth, or it's a mother......

They have either never hurt anyone, never done anything bad.

Or have done some petty theft, or have had an argument with a neighbor.

Or a drunkard, or a good man......

But all, all.

Good and evil, young and old.

All of a sudden, on this day, they were swallowed up by disaster.

There are no bones left, and no souls can be preserved.

The deserted town of Xiaolin seems to have become a bottomless deep tan, containing everything and devouring everything.

All the stories, honors and disgraces, loves and hates of the Maple Grove Domain.

Everything, everything.

......

To the east of Maple Grove City, a team of city guard soldiers ventured here.

Because of the cracks, the entire underground space is exposed to view. The ghostly light from those formations could not be concealed even by the earth and stones.

"We've found it! We've found the source of the disaster! Go back to the general!" shouted the leader of the squad.

It was swallowed up by the gushing magma from the ground.

And his team members continued to run wildly, continuing to shout: "The source of the disaster is in the east of the city!

"The source of the disaster is in the east of the city!"

"To the east of the city!"

"Chengdong!"

One by one, the soldiers of the City Guard died in the disaster, and the voice was always being heard.

Word of mouth, everyone relays.

But they did not wait for their Lord to deal with the source of the trouble.

The last of the soldiers of the city guard stumbled and rushed back to the barracks station.

"General!" he shouted in a hoarse voice, "East of the city!"

But all I saw was a pile of broken armor, a mass of flesh and blood, and a ruin.

That's the general's armor, that's the general, that's their barracks.

Their generals died long before them.

This iron-clad warrior collapsed all at once.

"Ahh

He jumped into a crack in the ground.

It was not these disasters that broke him, not terrible enemies, invincible targets.

It's that everything they do seems to be meaningless.

......

Finally, the final moment came.

The Second Elder of the White Bone Dao, Lu Yan, used those dark eyes to communicate the two realms, control the living soul, and manipulate the lifeless and non-extinction array.

Zhang Linchuan, the messenger of white bones, stood silently aside, protecting the Dharma for him.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters are all calamity.

Countless living souls and abundant calamity qi were all gathered at the original site of Xiaolin Town.

This place has long been anchored by the will of the White Bone God.

From here, a shadow from the Netherworld begins to loom over the world.

At this time, a calm figure walked slowly.

Stepping over corpses, stepping over ruins, walking through cracks in the ground, walking through places where blood flows.

There was not the slightest expression on his face, and his eyes did not fluctuate for the slightest.

He is Wang Changji, perhaps the only remaining member of the Wang family.

Because he has always been isolated from the group, even Zhang Linchuan doesn't know him very well.

His cultivation doesn't seem to be too strong, but the living soul goes around him, and the qi avoids him.

Whether it was the Second Elder of the White Bone Dao or the White Bone Emissary, they all remained silent. Because they all realized something.

Wang Changji walked slowly, without looking back once, without moving his gaze for half a minute.

His steps were obviously visually slow, but he quickly reached Xiaolin Town.

It's a paradoxical feeling, and it makes the viewer almost vomit blood.

Only Lu Yan could see it most clearly, and every step he took was at the intersection of the two worlds of yin and yang.

It is not a straight line, nor does it mean that it is flat or three-dimensional, and the intersection of the two realms is not in the sense of reality.

In front of Lu Yan, a mirror that seemed to be made of white bones hung in front of him, and the mirror surface was constantly changing, tracking Wang Changji's figure.

If it weren't for the Lifeless Immortal Array, even if this bone mirror was very precious, it wouldn't have been able to do such a thing.

Under the gaze of Lu Yan and Zhang Linchuan.

Wang Changji finally walked to the original site of Xiaolin Town.

At this time, Xiaolin Town was only a chaotic darkness, and even the ruins no longer existed.

He stood outside the darkness and reached into the "darkness".

He pulled his hand.

From the darkness, he pulled out a small tripod made of white bones.

A powerful and terrifying existence, from the depths of the netherworld, "handed" this little ding.

And Wang Changji completed the handover.

He threw it into the sky!

The white bone tripod spun up and rose in the wind.

It will be full in a moment.

There is a height of one person and the size of three people hugging. Ding'er is a two-hand bone, and the body is embossed with some ancient pictures.

It's tempting to dig deeper, but it's hard to see it anyway.

When the White Bone Xiaoding appeared, all the living souls and calamity qi were already boiling, like boiling water, emitting a strange whistling sound.

When the white bone small tripod turned into a big tripod, those living souls and calamity qi instantly poured in, forming a terrifying torrent like a dragon absorbing water.

And those resentments, unwillingness, fears...... The negative emotions floating in the entire Maple Forest City were caught by Wang Changji, like catching a long snake, the head of the snake had been stuffed under the ding, and the snake body was still moving forward.

These negative emotions burned under the white bones and became the best firewood.

And Wang Changji stood beside the white bone ding, and the momentum of the whole person skyrocketed.

His skin turned pale completely, but in this pale there was a faint light of holiness and divinity.

This is the highest pursuit in the White Bone Dao Scripture, and it only exists in the recorded White Bone Holy Body.

And Wang Changji is the real White Bone Daozi, the awakened White Bone Daozi!

Past, present, and future.

They are all the absolute core of the White Bone Dao, the inevitable Holy Lord.