Countless droplets of blood burst one after another, making light popping sounds. It was as if a torrential rain had fallen on the sea.
The Heavenly Slaying Formation was like a giant stone statue eroded by the wind and rain. It slowly wore away, became smaller, and finally collapsed into nothingness.
This process seemed simple, but it was actually close to the intrinsic power of time, or a miracle.
When the Heavenly Slaying Formation dissipated with the sea breeze, only a few dozen breaths had passed since the arrival of the sword light. But for the sword light, it was unknown how many days had passed.
Jing Jiu's figure reappeared, stepping on the waves. His white robe fluttered lightly, but he did not look like an immortal like before.
That was because his white robe was full of holes, and his sleeves were torn into shreds. He looked like a beggar and was in a very sorry state.
He was also in a bad state, his face pale and full of exhaustion.
A huge wave rose on the sea, and the giant came to the edge of the waterfall in one step.
He looked at the remaining aura of the Heavenly Slaying Formation in the sky, his face full of shock. He put the giant tree under his armpit and applauded to Jing Jiu to express his praise.
Fierce winds whistled out from the giant palm, bringing up several huge waves.
Jing Jiu waved his hand.
The giant came to his senses and pointed at his head, looking at him with a questioning gaze.
He was asking if Jing Jiu was out of his mind. Otherwise, why would he do these things that he would never do in the past?
Jing Jiu naturally would not explain things like the morning light and the great path. He waved his hand again and prepared to leave.
The giant was even more confused. He pointed at the Huge Whirlpool, indicating that the sea was still falling into the Underworld. What were you going to do?
The Huge Whirlpool was pierced by Bai Zhenren's immortal fist, forming a huge hole with a radius of over ten miles. Endless seawater poured down. This was the power of nature.
Jing Jiu could break the Heavenly Slaying Formation, but could he still mend this hole?
He pointed at the giant, and then at the huge hole at the bottom of the Huge Whirlpool. Then he raised his palm.
What he meant was for the giant to use its huge body to block the hole.
The giant shook his head.
The layers of clouds in the sky were all shattered.
If he went to block the hole, he would be washed into the Underworld by the sea. At that time, the citizens of the Underworld would be crushed to death by the earthquake he caused.
"You stay here, I'll be right back."
After saying this, Jing Jiu turned into a sword light and rushed into the sea, instantly disappearing without a trace.
The Giant opened his mouth and couldn't say anything for a long time. He thought to himself, "The sky of the Underworld has been broken, but you're not in a hurry to mend it. What are you doing?"
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The Netherworld had always only had two colors, black and white. Darkness and gray were both intersecting black and white. The fire of the Netherworld River was only bright.
Today, there was an additional color in the Netherworld, and that was dark blue.
Twice, endless seawater fell from the sky.
This strange color did not bring the beauty of the new world, but the shadow of death.
The seawater fell from the sky, passing through an incomparably distant space. When it reached the ground of the Underworld, it had already become something harder than stone. Whether it was the cliffs, the colorless trees, the strange beasts with poor eyesight, or the people of the Underworld, they would all turn into powder under the impact of the seawater.
The mountains and fields on both sides of the Netherworld River were filled with horrified screams and wails, but compared to the rumbling sounds of the seawater hitting the ground, the screams were very weak.
For the creatures of the Underworld, the endless seawater falling from the sky was like hundreds of merciless dark blue dragons, devouring everything here.
An extremely bright light suddenly appeared in the dark sky, illuminating the abyss and the dome that appeared irregularly in the abyss like a floating island.
The people of the Underworld, who had heard the rumors in the human world, looked at the light and subconsciously thought of a somewhat strange but beautiful word: star.
In fact, it was a sword light.
The extremely bright sword light traveled through the sky of the Underworld at an unimaginable speed. In a very short time, it appeared in every place within a radius of more than a hundred miles, cutting off all the thick water pillars formed by the seawater, as if it were cutting off the heads of hundreds of dark blue dragons at the same time.
The water pillars were cut off and scattered in all directions. Even though they continued to fall to the ground, their power was greatly reduced.
The sword light suddenly stopped in the sky of the Underworld, and countless bright threads condensed into a human figure.
Dozens of sword wills drifted out from the rims of the cloth, tearing a few more holes in it.
Jing Jiu didn't pay any attention to this, as he looked down at the black and white landscape below.
A great deal of seawater had already flowed into the Underworld River, generating a great deal of green smoke, casting an eerie and dreadful atmosphere on the black and white landscape.
The soldiers of the Underworld all over the mountains and fields were like the trees blown down by the strong wind, falling down on the muddy cliffs. Some of them were no longer breathing, and some were convulsing painfully while clutching their throats.
Jing Jiu had a complicated and close relationship with the Underworld, like Apiao, Tong Yan, the mosquito, and the Underworld Master.
More importantly, the King Of The Underworld was his friend.
This was the first time he had come to the Underworld.
He was going to save this world.
The swordsmen and priests of the Underworld were not affected by the green smoke, and they were still alive. They set up a formation by the banks of the Underworld River, encircling a large mountain.
That large Buddha was right in the middle of this mountain.
The formidable and profound broadsword wills broke through the air, and even the wild grass one hundred miles away fell to the ground.
Countless soul-fires were burning fiercely, forming a huge screen to block the broadsword wills.
The Underworld Master and the Grand Priest stood at the two ends of the huge screen, and they couldn't hold on for much longer.
Some priests chose to commit suicide one after another, by exploding their bodies and sending their soul-fires into the formation.
The iron broadsword had stood alone in the wind and snow for hundreds of years. Nobody dared block it in the Underworld today; they had to rely on their own lives to do so.
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The sky of the Underworld was the underground of the human world; as long as they were connected, they would reach heaven.
The most important part of Taiping Zhenren's method of using heaven and earth as a stove was these passages.
There were too many passages leading to the Underworld, and nobody knew where Bai Zhenren would attack next. As such, Jing Jiu didn't intend to follow her to repair the sky.
In his opinion, it was not difficult to resolve this matter; all he needed to do was kill all those people who had broken the Underworld.
He had seen the projected image of the Grand Priest in Zhaoge City back then, so he was certain that he was not mistaken.
The blue cloth of the Underworld Master was also very eye-catching.
As such, he couldn't kill the wrong person.
After ascertaining the location of the two, Jing Jiu informed the distant Aoyama Sect and turned into that sword light again.
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The sword light was so bright that it looked like the rumored star.
The swordsmen like the Underworld Master and the Grand Priest had discovered the existence of the sword light as soon as it appeared, and they had also seen its essence.
"Has the Big Brother come back to life?"
The Underworld Master displayed a shocked expression on his face, and a tremor came out from the deepest part of his soul-fires.
He was a disciple of Taiping Zhenren, and also a member of the Aoyama Sect. Faced with the sword light, he had no idea or courage to resist it.
He turned around abruptly and fled toward the darkness of the night, ignoring the fact that the huge screen formed by the soul-fires would disintegrate because of his departure.
The Grand Priest reacted a little slower, but it didn't take long for him to react. He let out a fearful and angry shriek, waving his sleeve with the red silk threads in an attempt to flee by employing the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth.
The water of the Underworld River suddenly stilled, and then a crack appeared on it, as if an ice cube had been cut open.
The thick green smoke seemed to have stilled for a moment, and a crack appeared in the middle of it as well.
A smell of blood and iron came out from those cracks, and then a dazzling glow appeared. The glows gathered together and formed a broadsword light that traversed heaven and earth.
The broadsword light had cut open the Underworld River and the soul-fires, and brought the Grand Priest out from the Empty Space, as well as the darkness in front of the Underworld Master.
Almost at the same time, the exceedingly bright sword light had arrived by the bank of the Underworld River.
Crack!!! Crack!!! The Grand Priest had countless bloody lines on his body, and then he exploded into a spray of blood, vanishing without a trace.
His blue cloth was torn apart like the butterflies. The butterflies were torn apart before they could spread their wings, like the soul-fires around the Underworld Master and his legs that were cut off at the knees.
In an instant, one of the two most powerful swordsmen in the Underworld was killed, and the other was crippled.
It wasn't over yet. The bright sword light traveled forward along with the broadsword will and landed on the black ground.
Along with a loud boom, the ground quaked violently, and cracks appeared on the ground. The hard ground strata rubbed against each other and rose to the sky at an oblique angle. In the end, a magnificent mountain range of one hundred miles long and one thousand feet high was formed. The endless seawater falling down from the sky was blocked by this mountain range. The seawater had no choice but to flow to the sides of the Underworld River.
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More than one hundred years ago, Liu Ci's sword light illuminated the Cold Mountain at night.
Cao Yuan pulled out his broadsword and responded in the distant White Town.
The Scorching Sun Gorge leapt up from the ground and then fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. The number one deviant sect, the Mysterious Dark Sect, had vanished.
More than one hundred years later, the sword light illuminated the Underworld, and the iron broadsword responded again. However, the mountain didn't vanish this time; instead, a mountain range appeared in the world.
The turbulent seawater kept on crashing into the mountain range, making thudding sounds like the thunders and creating huge waves.
Looking down from the sky, the mountain range looked like a sturdy dam.
Jing Jiu pulled back his gaze and looked at Cao Yuan, saying, "The seawater will bypass the mountain range in eight hours."
Cao Yuan said, "I'll use my broadsword then, but I won't be able to block it for too long. And you won't be able to hold on for too long in your current condition."
The green smoke generated by the collision of the seawater and the Underworld River hovered around the large Buddha, resembling the incense burning in the temple.
He kept on inhaling the green smoke, and his exposed abdomen bulged more and more, looking like a true Buddha who was satiated by the incense burning.
"It's too late for you."
The deep and painful voice of the Underworld Master burst out at the bottom of a cliff.
If it were someone else, they would want to know why the Underworld Master was willing to help Bai Zhenren. Did he and the Grand Priest regard the beings in the Underworld as the ants?
Jing Jiu didn't have time to think about it, nor did he care about it. He turned into a sword light and left.
A bright line appeared on the gloomy and gloomy Underworld River. The white lotus flower broke into pieces, looking like the natural silk swaying in the wind at the Three-Thousand Nunnery.
The sword light soon disappeared into the darkness.
It was not necessary to know the cause of a problem to be solved.
For instance, one didn't need to know how the potato sprouted when one wanted to stir-fry a plate of potato chips.
The drinkers in the brothel were too noisy; the servants riding the horses were too noisy; some of them beat their wives and children; but one didn't need to know what was going on in their minds.
One could simply cut them all with a swing of the sword.
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