The Netherworld Blood Sea had turned into a sea of fire purgatory in an instant, and even the people of the Styx River who ignited the karmic fire couldn't help but raise the lotus platform and avoid the monstrous flames that were out of control.

In the depths of Hongyu's eyes, a trace of worry appeared, if it weren't for Zhou Bai's repeated advice before, I'm afraid she would have jumped into the sea of fire and searched for Zhou Bai's traces.

The karmic fire of burning the river and boiling the sea showed no signs of abating as time passed, but the fire became more and more ferocious in the karma that the people of the Styx River gathered from all over the netherworld.

Yin Qi and karma burned together, the pure blood-red flame gradually dyed with a mottled color, and the face of the Styx Daoist was also soothed, his gaze skimmed over the static cracks in the void, and the red eyes of the Styx Daoist flashed with greed, and when Zhou Bai was in the sea of fire and completely burned, he could truly peek into the truth that Zhou Bai placed in the void.

In a trance, a sharp pain in her heart made Hongyu's face turn extremely pale.

The god dives into the sea, and Hongyu discovered that the mysterious connection between her and Zhou Bai that has been implicated for many years has undergone subtle changes.

If the connection is not completely broken, but there is no previous fastening, the only thing in the world that can touch the heartstrings is the human heart, she is an innate divine sword, the sword intent is flawless, and she has not been plotted by others, so it is naturally not a problem on her side.

Hongyu covered her heart, forcibly suppressed the panic and uneasiness in her soul, and was about to step into the sea of fire when she stepped forward, but was stopped by Zhen Yuanzi beside her.

Zhen Yuanzi frowned and said, "Brother and sister, please stop." A warm smile on his face, but the coldness in his eyes made Hongyu's heart chill.

"Get out of the way!" Hongyu stretched out her hand to get away from Zhen Yuanzi's block, but found that the other party had already used her mana to ban the surrounding air, and the solemn void made it impossible for her to raise her arm even if she tried her best.

The first person under the saint, although this title is a joking, it also confirms the strength of Zhen Yuanzi from the side.

Glancing down at Hongyu, not caring about the anger and killing intent in her eyes, Zhen Yuanzi moved his gaze back to the sea of fire, looking at the heavenly flames that covered the sky and the sun, Zhen Yuanzi said faintly: "Hongyun Daoist has not yet appeared, and Poor Dao will not let you disturb the situation." ”

Zhou Bai is not a red cloud, and he does not want to be a red cloud.

And what is the reason why Zhen Yuanzi is willing to bow to Zhou Bai, send out scattered gourds, and even help Zhou Bai train his disciples?

In his heart, Zhou Bai is a red cloud, and he can't deny that he can't escape it.

Hongyun has the same righteousness as him, and the murder of the Hongyun Dao people in the past has become her only obsession for countless years, he wants to apologize, wants to avenge Hongyun, and wants to end this obsession.

But if Hongyun didn't show up, how could he get his wish?

A look of determination flashed in the depths of his eyes, and Zhen Yuanzi said coldly: "No matter who it is, it can't stop the return of the Red Cloud Daoist, no matter who it is, it can't stop it!"

His voice was not loud, but it was extraordinarily firm.

The Styx Daoist standing on the lotus platform naturally heard Zhen Yuanzi's words, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a disdainful smile, and the Styx Daoist mocked: "Zhen Yuanzi, I haven't seen you for many years, and you have finally revealed your hypocrisy. ”

"Back then, you could have taken action to protect Hongyun's soul, but you chose to stand by because you were afraid that Hongyun's self-explosion would damage your Lingbao Dishu. The Styx Daoist looked disdainful and sneered: "Now, in order to summon the spirit of the remnant soul of the red cloud, he does not hesitate to sacrifice the consciousness of the righteous brothers, and even the people of the Demon Dao can't do it." ”

As he spoke, the sword body in Hongyu's hand was already out of the sheath, and with the Divine Imperial Sword as the sword, the supreme sword intent suddenly broke free from the blockade of the qi machine, the sword body trembled slightly, and a wisp of sword qi came towards Zhen Yuanzi's heart.

Being in Zhen Yuanzi's aura, Hongyu's every move was naturally within Zhen Yuanzi's perception, standing sideways, Zhen Yuanzi waved his long sleeves lightly, and the red jade sword qi was collected into his sleeves.

A sword failed to succeed, Hongyu didn't see a trace of surprise, if Zhen Yuanzi would be injured by her sword qi so easily, he would not be Zhen Yuanzi.

Ignoring the sword qi that came out of her hand, Hongyu used her body as a sword, contrary to the sword qi, wanting to break through the aura blockade and enter the sea of fire from the side.

However, when Zhen Yuanzi's long sleeves waved, it seemed to be a reversal.

The sea of fire, which was obviously one step away, seemed to be separated by two worlds in front of Hongyu.

Unreachable, untouchable.

Reaching out to the palm of her hand, she couldn't even feel the heat of the flames.

The scenery around him suddenly turned, and by the time Hongyu reacted, he was already in a dark and dull world.

Without light and shadow, the form seems to cease to exist.

Hongyu looked around, if it weren't for the red jade sword in her hand that was connected to her bloodline, I am afraid that even the existence of the sword body would be swallowed up by this endless darkness.

A long time ago, she had heard Zhou Bai say that Zhen Yuanzi's best magic power was in his sleeve, and now, he must have been included in his sleeve world.

Hongyu's heart moved, and the sword body in his hand instantly shattered and dissipated, like a weathered boulder, splashing endless gravel in all directions.

Buddhism has a saying: 'One sand is one world, one leaf is one Bodhi.' 'The red jade was based on the gravel, and instantly spread out an endless innate sword body.

The differentiation of each sword body has the generation of a sword domain world.

The sword domain transformed by her ontology alone is just a 'small thousand world' that has not yet been consummated, and it cannot be compared to Zhen Yuanzi's divine powers at all.

And now, the endless small worlds are layered on top of each other, in the scattered sword body, all over the entire sleeve world.

In the dark world, a cluster of red light finally lit up, and after Hongyu entered the sword domain, her form and consciousness were truly revealed.

It is not advisable to stay here, and the red jade stands quietly in front of the sacred tree, constantly absorbing the aura of the sword domain to breathe and recover.

If it was in the Sword Domain World, she could divide the sword body at will, because in her world, she was the Dao.

Now, she is trapped in the world of her sleeve, and the consumption of the differentiated sword body is all borne by herself, if there is only one red rainbow sword, it will not hurt.

However, Zhen Yuanzi has a lot of money in her sleeves, and she wants to spread out a large enough space, but the consumption is too great.

.....

On the shores of the sea of fire.

Zhen Yuanzi sensed Hongyu's struggle, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh lightly.

With his supernatural powers, he is enough to capture the saint, and the red jade is only a big Luo cultivator, even if he has an innate sword body, it is difficult to reach the gap in the realm.

With a wave of his palm, Zhen Yuanzi stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Zhou Bai who had long been lifeless in the sea of fire with burning eyes.

The ancient phoenix has a way, called Nirvana.

It is to stand after breaking, and to live forever in the cycle.

The Red Cloud Dao people are full of purple energy, and they are blessed by the Heavenly Dao, this is the immortal divine light, how can it die due to self-explosion?

Regardless of the Styx River people's continuous spell casting, Zhen Yuanzi has already made a bet with the Styx River people.

The gamble of the people of the Styx River is that Zhou Bai will be burned to ashes in the karmic fire, and the true spirit will not exist.

Zhen Yuanzi gambled that Zhou Bai would burn out his own divine soul bloodline, and only the remnant soul of Hongyun would be revived and regained his senses.

The fire was endless, and in the blink of an eye, seven days and seven nights had passed.

During this time, no saint came here in person, and although Zhen Yuanzi was shocked in his heart, he was also slightly relieved. The saint is not there, and the situation here is under his control.

If the saint comes, I am afraid that the current situation will fall into unpredictable variables.

...

"Tongtian, you have repeatedly disobeyed the laws and regulations of the Heavenly Dao for the sake of a registered disciple, are you really not afraid of the teacher's blame?" Yuan Shi Tianzun's face was blue and white, and the bun and crown on his head were also a little messy.

Zhun Ti took a few breaths, the mana in his body surged, and quickly repaired the cracked bones in his shoulder, glanced at the bitter guide on his face, and sighed: "Brother Tongtian Dao, you better get out of the way, in the past, you were all in the immortal sword array and there were ten thousand immortals coming to the court, and you were not able to defeat the four of us joining forces, but now how can you do it with a single Qingping sword?"

In the chaos, the four saints surrounded the Tongtian Dao people.

It was obviously a flanking attack, but it gave people the feeling that the Tongtian Sect Master surrounded the four saints by himself.

With a rebellious face, the Tongtian Sect Master stood proudly, and his torn clothes did not look embarrassed, but gave him an indescribable arrogance and domineering.

His gaze swept over the four saints, and the Tongtian Sect Master laughed loudly: "The magic weapon formations are all foreign objects, and the disciples are also burdensome. This seat is a famous sword cultivator, Zhu Xian, trapped immortals, killing immortals, and the four swords of the absolute immortal are above Qingping, but this seat abandons the four swords, only when Qingping is left, only to realize the supreme sword. ”

There is no ultimate in kendo, if you forcibly define an extreme for it, it is probably 'sincerity', right?

Treat the sword with sincerity, and the sword side can treat people with sincerity.

Qingping in the hands of the Tongtian Sect Master was magnificent, and thousands of sword intents were all in one sword, extremely restrained, so restrained that the hearts of the saints were shocked, and they couldn't wait to turn around and flee.

This sword of the Tongtian Sect Master is the summary of his countless years of Taoism and realm, and for thousands of years, he has condensed all his feelings into this sword.

There was only one sword, but there were four saints present.

The saints understood that if they had the intention of retreating, they would receive this sword, which they had never seen or heard of, and they were Heavenly Dao saints, and they did not know if this sword could reach the level of slaughtering saints.

Only the constant warnings of the Heavenly Dao, the panic in their hearts telling them that they could not try this sword.

In the midst of the chaos, thunder rolled.

Since the Tongtian Sect Master's body left the Zixiao Palace, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder began to gather towards his location, and one after another arcs of lightning flashed, and the heart-shaking Zixiao Divine Thunder was also constantly condensing.

Although the Taiqing Sage's face was as usual, his slightly closed eyelids could not hide the horror and anger in his heart.

What was shocking was that he never thought that the Tongtian Sect Master had been banned and punished for 10,000 years, and that the realm and Dao had not declined due to the loss of the Four Swords of the Immortals, but had instead achieved a realm where life was the sword.

The saint is immortal and immortal, and the killing sword cultivated with the number of saints' lives is enough to severely damage and even kill the saint!

Annoyed, in the face of this situation, he didn't have any way to solve it.

There are only two ways to solve the current stalemate, one is that there are saints who test their swords, and after the Tongtian Sect Master casts this killing sword, there is no power left to deter them.

The second is to continue the stalemate.

The Zixiao Divine Thunder will be issued at any time, and the longer the Tongtian Sect Master leaves the Zixiao Palace, the greater the power of the thunder punishment.

When the Heavenly Dao Thunder Punishment really falls, Tongtian will be hit hard.

All the saints knew about this, and it was precisely because they knew that no one wanted to be this sword tester.

In the depths of chaos, in the Wa Palace.

Nuwa chuckled lightly, playing with the jade plate in her hand while watching the aura change in the chaos outside the hall.

Qingluan picked up a set of jade utensils, placed them on Nuwa's table, lowered her eyebrows, and slowly retreated.

Nuwa smiled indifferently, as if unintentionally and casually asked, "What's going on over there in the Netherworld Blood Sea?"

Qingluan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly leaned over and said, "The heavenly machine is disordered, and it has not recovered yet, so the slave maid will go to investigate." ”

Nuwa waved her hand to stop Qingluan, shook her head and said, "No need. His gaze swept from the endless chaos outside the window, fell on the panicked Qingluan, and sneered: "Even I don't want to leave the chaos at this time, if you leave the palace, there is only one way to die." ”

Qingluan knelt on the ground when he heard this, and stopped talking.

Nuwa looked at Qingluan's cowering appearance, couldn't help but sigh lightly, and said with a wry smile: "Chaos and emptiness, even in the Wa Palace, you are the only one who can talk to me, I don't blame you for the previous incident, why should you blame yourself?"

Qingluan fell to the ground and wept, her lips were pursed to suppress her crying, and her hair was draped and her shoulders were trembling.

"Niangniang said last time, the slave maid lost the face of the maid because of the lack of cultivation, and the slave maid ....." Before the words were finished, Qingluan's crying became choked, tears rained down, and she couldn't go on anymore.

Nuwa sighed, "Get up." The long sleeves were weak, and a breeze lifted Qingluan up.

Nuwa put down the jade in her hand, got up and walked to Qingluan, looked at Qingluan's crying red eyes and couldn't help but shake her head and said: "You girl, these smart eyes are pleasing, if you cry badly, you will become an ugly girl." ”

Wiping away Qingluan's tears, in Qingluan's watery eyes, Nuwa's complexion gradually changed from pity to fierceness.

Although he knew that this ruthlessness was not revealed to himself, Qingluan was still startled by Nuwa's eyes.

"Mother.... You..."Looking at Nuwa's back as she slowly left, Qingluan's vision blurred again.

A streamer of light disappeared into the depths of chaos, and the five saints who were originally in a stalemate were stunned at the same time, Zhun Ti smiled, stroked his beard and said: "Brother Tongtian Dao, what's the use of you stopping the four of us, Nuwa Daoyou has already gone to the sea of blood, why don't you stop her earlier?"

The face of the Tongtian Sect Master remained unchanged, and even the extremely restrained Qingping Sword Qi in his hand did not waver in the slightest.

What he needs is to stop the four saints of Taoism and Buddhism, the saints of Nuwa..... Although the Tongtian Sect Master respected her as holy in his heart, he never faced her strength.

The way of creation is one of the most mysterious laws in the world, and Nuwa has the essence of the supernatural power of creation, but she is also the sage who is not good at fighting bravely among all the saints.

....

On the shores of the sea of fire.

Zhen Yuanzi frowned slightly, only to feel that the qi waves in his sleeves were rolling, and there was a faint aura of saints overflowing from it.

With a move in his expression, Zhen Yuanzi probed his divine soul into the world in his sleeve, and couldn't help frowning: "The Zhuxian Sword Array is actually in your hands?!"

From the time the perception was wrong to the time when he entered the world in the sleeve, it took less than a moment, but at this moment, the entire world in the sleeve was already filled with a pale gray chaotic aura.

In the distance, the phantoms of the four giant swords lined up in all directions, and the red jade was in the sword domain of one side, and in the sword domain, a mysterious and simple array was spread.