The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 310

A young green mountain disciple, in the face of the Emperor Ming, put on such a posture that Ren Jun came to attack. Anyone would feel absurd, let alone the Emperor Ming himself.

"You've been locked up too long."

In addition to this sentence, well nine gave no more explanation.

Anyone who has endured in the town demon prison for more than 600 years is bound to suffer great damage.

More importantly, this seemingly green and Pleasant Valley is still a part of Taichang prison. It is isolated from heaven and earth, and there is no Styx fire. It is impossible to practice here. It can only allow the vitality or soul fire in the body to gradually disperse in the slightest shape and disappear in that dark space.

According to Jing Jiu's calculation, the current Ming emperor has only 1% of the strength of that year at most.

But even the weak emperor is still the emperor.

A Wuzhang Zhongjing sword cultivation has no way to defeat him.

Emperor Ming looked at Jing Jiu. There was no emotion in his eyes and said, "but it's enough to kill ants like you."

Well nine's answer is still concise, only one word.

Please.

Soul fire is invisible and colorless, and naturally it is difficult to count.

Well nine's heart suddenly gave birth to a feeling that countless soul fires filled the world.

The next moment, those invisible and colorless soul fires came out through the green weeds, purple flowers and blue sky, as if they were painted with a very light color.

His vision was full of very light color blocks, no matter which direction he looked, he could see it.

It is very strange that these soul fires dyed with light color are different from those of the nether master he has seen, giving people a very fresh feeling.

This should be what he wants to learn.

"Hand over the emperor's seal, or die."

The emperor looked at him and said, "you know I won't have any psychological shadow when I kill you."

Well nine said, "don't you worry about disturbing the dragon?"

The emperor said, "they promised me that this was my world, otherwise I would have killed myself and let them threaten the lower world with me?"

Jing Jiu looked at him quietly, didn't speak, but his meaning was very clear.

Six hundred years ago, the Terran took advantage of his trust and put you in the demon prison. Do you still believe what they say six hundred years later?

"If you disturb the dragon, you will also die. No matter what I do here, such as killing you, they are reluctant to let me die."

The emperor said without expression, "more importantly, if I can get the hope of leaving alive, how can I be afraid of taking risks?"

Well nine said: "hope is often a poison, not an antidote, to people in despair."

The emperor of the underworld smiled and said, "as long as you take back the seal of the emperor of the underworld, do you think this fake land can still trap me?"

Except for the first few words with Jing Jiu, he never claimed to be me until now.

Because at this moment, he is the real emperor.

The soul fire falling all over the sky is not as good as the rainstorm. It's just like heavy snow. There seems to be some gaps in it, but it can't pass through at all.

Well nine didn't mean to leave.

When human practitioners encounter soul fire, they either kill their master or avoid their net, otherwise they can only use magic weapons or sword Gang to support them.

He chose the last and stupidest method.

The meaning follows the heart.

The sword is full of meaning.

The breeze around the valley chopped countless flowers and trees.

With a bang, the whole valley seemed to collapse.

It's just an illusion.

The Green Valley remained as before, the ground did not shake, and the grass did not fly.

Although the emperor had said that before, if he could, he certainly didn't want to disturb the dragon.

The soul fire fell on Jing Jiu's body, and those colors were painted on the white dress, which immediately became a real flame.

The fire was so great that the Miao tip jumped tens of feet high, as if an underground rock fire broke out.

Soul fire has no temperature. Such a violent fire did not ignite a tree.

The raging soul fire gradually devoured well nine, leaving only a faint figure, shaky in the meantime.

The emperor looked at the figure quietly and looked indifferent.

The Green Valley is quiet again.

The seemingly majestic fire made no more sound.

So quietly burning.

……

……

I don't know the years in the mountains.

The same is true in prison.

I don't know how long it took, the fire in the valley finally died out.

The flames disappeared into the air.

Soul fire becomes an invisible existence and returns to the emperor's body.

The figure reappeared.

After such a long time of soul fire burning, Jing Jiu still didn't die, but there were many small holes in his white clothes, his face was pale and his face was extremely tired.

At this time, he looked like a seriously ill scholar who escaped from the broken Temple fire.