After leaving Tianguang Peak, Apiao came out of Aoyama under the starlight and got on the small green curtain sedan.
Back when she and Ping Yong-Ka lived in Zhaoge City for more than ten years, Shui Yue Nunnery happened to be on duty at that time, so the Chief Nun was quite familiar with Ping Yong-Ka. She carried Ping Yong-Ka on her knees and arrived at the East Ocean in one night.
The morning sunlight had just appeared, but the frost on the wild grass on the mountain was obviously not natural. Many of them were broken off, and the collapsed cliffs and dead people indicated how fierce the fighting had been the day before.
"Chief Nun!" Shui Yue Nunnery and the people of the Guocheng Temple stood up in tandem, showing a surprised and delighted expression on their faces.
The small green curtain sedan landed at the foot of a cliff. A green light passed through the curtain and caressed Tong Yan's body like water, waking him up.
Apiao exclaimed in surprise while looking at him, "You should be in the underground; why are you here?"
Tong Yan told her briefly about what had happened in the Underworld, and said in the end, "The Broadsword King has entered the Underworld, so he should be able to control the situation. What about the situation in Aoyama?"
Apiao had no time to recount the events that had happened in the Aoyama Sect that day. She said while waving her hand, "My Teacher said that your former Master is in the Underworld and asked you to arrange a plan to let Cao Yuan kill her."
The expression on Tong Yan's face changed slightly, as he asked, "Why did my Master go to the Underworld?"
Apiao retorted, "How would I know? My Teacher always talks mysteriously and deliberately mystifies us. You should get down there as soon as possible. "
Tong Yan was extremely intelligent. She had vaguely guessed something from what Jing Jiu had told her. "It's impossible …" she said with a pale face, "She has always considered herself the leader of the orthodox Cultivation sects; it's impossible for her to do such a thing."
Apiao thought that Tong Yan and her Teacher both liked to mystify others. "What is it?" she asked anxiously.
Looking at the small green curtain sedan, Tong Yan said, "The Grand Priest is her person, and the Underworld Master will support her. She has the support of the whole Underworld, and the Broadsword King can't do anything to her. How can Jing Jiu not predict this?"
Shui Yue Nunnery's voice came from behind the green curtain, "If we can calculate where she will appear, we might have a chance."
After a moment of silence, Tong Yan looked at the depths of the Eastern Sea illuminated by the morning light and said, "She should be there."
The Chief Nun of the Water-Moon Nunnery waved her hand, and a peach blossom appeared on the green curtain. An extremely elegant aura emanated from the petal and fell on the Fu papers and the scripts carved by the previous masters on the cliff wall. The talisman paper and scripture suddenly shone brightly, and actually covered up the morning light, like a huge spark.
The spark lit up the entire East China Sea. Even people in Aoyama would be able to see it.
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Countless soldiers of the Underworld, under the leadership of dozens of experts, risked their lives, waded through the Underworld River, which still had a faint green smoke lingering on it, and rushed towards the cliff on the other side. It looked like an inexhaustible tide.
The two sides, who had been fighting desperately and were like fire and water not long ago, suddenly became comrades who would go through life and death together. The situation had been reversed so quickly that those subordinates who were most loyal to the Underworld Master and the Grand Priest couldn't adapt to it.
A large Buddha was sitting on the cliff, holding a huge iron broadsword in his hand, with faint green smoke exuding from his mouth and nostrils.
He came to the Underworld to save the lives, but he became the target of the other side. This was even more absurd than the alliance between the Underworld Master and the Grand Priest.
He was the most powerful being in heaven and earth, save for the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom.
The underground here naturally referred to the Netherworld. Be it the soul fires that could hurt one's Taoist Heart or the arrows that were attached with the power of darkness, none of them could hurt him. However, there were just too many warriors and soldiers of the Underworld. They were like a dense colony of ants, trying to drown the giant Buddha.
Standing on a lonely mountain in the distance, the Underworld Master looked at the scene on the other side of the Underworld River. The glow on his face indicated that he had a complicated emotion at the moment, but he was more shocked than anything else.
"In one day and one night, he went to the Heavenly Realm of Singing Spring from the snowland, killed the Dark Phoenix, and returned to the seashore of the East Ocean to kill the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect. Normally, he should have consumed a great deal of his energy and been wounded severely … But it looks like we still can't defeat him even if we join hands. In the end, he will be cut in half by that iron broadsword."
Standing on another lonely mountain, the Grand Priest said sentimentally, "Fortunately, we can defeat the entire Underworld if we join hands. As for this person … we can only wait until the Immortal has finished his business and then use the Fairy Book to suppress him."
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There was a line in the Underworld River. The lotus flowers and the ashes of the corpses on the surface of the river separated, exposing the bright river water. Once in a while, a few soul-fires would pop up from the surface of the river and look around curiously.
The Fire Carp swam in the front of the line. He didn't stop until he came to a place where the raindrops were falling.
There was no sunlight in the Underworld, so the raindrops were scarce. The raindrops falling down from the sky were indeed strange.
The Fire Carp flew up into the sky against the raindrops.
The higher he flew, the denser the raindrops became.
The Fire Carp was a creature born in the fire source of Chaotian. He had lived in the lava river since he was a child. He didn't like the Underworld River, but he didn't like this kind of real and strange water. What puzzled him the most was that according to Little Zhang, the raindrops should be tasteless and clear like the vapor in the underground; but why was the raindrops here so salty?
The Fire Carp smacked his lips and spat out the raindrops that had flowed into his mouth. His eyes were full of worry and anger, but he didn't dare to complain verbally. He continued to fly upward according to Bai Zhenren's will. After flying for a long time, he finally reached the highest point in the sky.
There was a stretch of hard and dense black rocks. There were countless cracks in the rocks. From a distance, one would probably mistake it for a spider's web.
Water kept flowing out from those cracks and fell into the sky of the Underworld as rain.
Bai Zhenren stood on the back of the Fire Carp and looked at the scenery in front of her. Her eyes revealed an expression of admiration.
She waved her sleeves lightly, and the salty raindrops suddenly danced in the sky. One of the cracks flew to both sides, revealing a dark and gloomy interior. No one knew where it led to.
The Fire Carp flew into the gloomy crack, suppressing the uneasiness and fear of the unknown.
After flying for a long time, the view in front of him suddenly became bright and blue.
Along with the blue sky came the booming sounds of thunder. It was the sound made by the endless seawater pouring down to the bottom of the ocean like a waterfall.
The sky was blue, and so was the seawater. Countless lines formed by the drops of blood could be seen in the midst of the blue sky and ocean.
The bloody lines exuded a dreadful lethal energy even as they were gradually dispersing.
Bai Zhenren entered the Underworld on the back of the Fire Carp and flew out from the Huge Whirlpool.
This was the first time the Fire Carp had arrived on the ground of Chaotian. Looking around nervously, he found that he was surrounded by waterfalls formed by the seawater.
The transparent walls of the seawater reminded him of his home.
But the bloody lines made him feel uneasy, and he wanted to go home.
Bai Zhenren arrived in the sky and reached out his finger to pick up a blood bead. He remained silent while sensing the spiritual soul of a devil coming from it.
The Fire Carp wagged his tail slightly and asked in a trembling voice, "Immortal, am I going to die?"
"Yes."
Bai Zhenren flicked his finger lightly, and the blood bead broke into pieces.
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(Everything will be done tomorrow. I'll try to write a little more in the following month. I hope I can write three thousand words per chapter. I'm in a hurry to write like this … I originally wanted to write about the Fire Carp King crying, and then it realized that its tears were also salty. But it's too easy to associate it with those non-mainstream words of love back then, so I deleted it.)
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