The Path Toward Heaven

The second floor of the town's magic prison is no longer those officials and assassins, but the real strong.

For example, the lords of some evil factions or the great demon of the underworld, and even it is said that there are some demons left in ancient times.

The bottom of Jing Jiu's feet did not really land on the ground, otherwise there would be a sound.

But from the slight changes in the air in the soles, he felt that the sand and gravel on the ground became much softer, like hard candy that has been exposed to the sun for a long time.

It's already in the depths of the town's magic prison. Naturally, there is no sun, but it is still very hot, even many times hotter than the ground with the sun.

The second floor of the town's magic prison is called the all-day prison. In addition to the fact that you can't see the sun all day and can never leave, it may also be related to this horrible stuffiness.

The air was full of fire, as if someone had sprinkled countless pepper powders, it would be sore and sore as long as they took a sip.

Jing Jiu didn't like the cold of Defeng and Xueyuan. He didn't care too much about the heat, and he didn't breathe at this time, so he didn't have to worry about getting choked.

He continued to walk forward, the air was getting hotter, and the black was getting richer.

In his eyes, he could see a lot of rippled lines on the surface of those bare stones.

It wasn't weathering but a trace of softening by the heat wave.

I don't know how long it took, the sweltering finally subsided, and the temperature dropped slightly. Jing Jiu stopped and stretched out his hand to catch the air.

In the place where the heat and cold are alternated, there will be wind naturally, and he is not worried about who the wind sound of his movement has caused.

The next moment, he grabbed the air.

He rubbed his fingertips, feeling a little tired, as if there was something in the air.

I walked a little further, and finally the extra stuff in the air could be seen. It was a green mist with a strong smell, and it should be very toxic.

Jing Jiu didn't care, and determined that the white clothes on his body could also bear it, he put his heart down and was about to move forward, and suddenly felt a light shoulder.

The moment the iron sword was about to fall, he held the sword backhand, took a look in front of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The cloth wrapped with the iron sword has been eroded by the green mist, and it is still decaying to the naked eye at this time.

Jing Jiu cut a sleeve, tied the iron sword behind him, and continued to move forward.

The green mist is getting thicker and thicker, occasionally being blown away by the wind, and you can see the mottled surface of the stone mountain, and you can also see the pink, faintly, like the flesh wall after rot.

Only those true masters and demons can survive in such places.

Walking along the green mist to the deepest place is a mountain stream. The wet cliffs are covered with moss everywhere, and there is a pond in the middle.

I don't know if it is because duckweed is still watery. The pond water is extremely green, and the surface is constantly rising with green water vapor.

That's where the green mist comes from.

Jing Jiu stood by the lake waiting for the wind to come.

Pingdong, then the wind rose.

Huge bones were faintly visible in the puddle, which seemed extremely weird.

The bones should be the remains of a big demon. From the shape and size, the realm of this big demon is afraid that he is not too far behind the son of the mountain demon's righteous father.

Such a powerful demon, for some reason, was put into the town's magic prison, and for some reason he was able to escape from the cell and come to this pool of water.

Thousands of feet deep, the pond is the most terrible poison in the world.

The demon practiced his bones to the extreme, surpassing the magic weapon, and was not melted, but he died after all.

Since the big demon fled here from elsewhere, the passage to the next level seems to be really in this pool.

Jing Jiu frowned slightly, not happy, but there was no other way.

There are always some things to go through to meet that person.

He walked into the turquoise water pool without making a sound, like a hot sword falling into butter.

The water soon passed over his head, and Qing Ping floated back again, covering the vacancy, as if nothing had happened.

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The corrosiveness and toxicity of the pond water is much stronger than that of the green mist.

As soon as Jing Jiu entered the pond, a crack appeared in the white clothes on his body, and then it quickly became a thread. With his movements, it disappeared and disappeared.

If at this time a sky light falls, just like the well in Sword Prison, the picture at this time should be beautiful.

Jing Jiu swims in the water.

Soon he came to the deepest part of the puddle, passed through a very narrow stone gap, and came to the world below.

This is the third floor of the town's magic prison.

The person he was looking for should be here.

Unlike the previous two floors, the third floor of the town's magic prison looks very ordinary. Although there is still no light and darkness, there is no heat and no poison. The air flows naturally, like a spring breeze, like Jing Jiuzai Like in the water, it gives a very comfortable feeling.

There is only one passage here, looking extremely deep, I do not know where to lead.

Jing Jiu condensed his sword into a very thin line and sent it to that passage.

With the degree of sword knowledge, it still took a long time to return to the sea of ​​his knowledge. I can imagine how long this passage is.

The passage is full of unimaginable howling winds. The deeper they go, the more intense the howling winds. At the end, a powerful unimaginable restraint is formed.

Even during the heyday, Jing Jiu was reluctant to enter this channel. Apart from the trouble of lifting the ban, naturally there are other reasons.

He knew why the wind was so strong in this passage, and why the prohibition at the end of the passage was so terrible.

——The abyss is over there.

The abyss has direct access to the underworld.

Jing Jiu didn't want to go to the underworld, let alone step into that passage.

Where can he go at this time?

He turned to the left and walked two steps at will.

A very wonderful feeling appeared in his knowledge.

He doesn't know where he is.

To be precise, he lost his sense of place in space.

Immediately afterwards, he felt that time seemed to freeze, and he did not know how long he had been in the town's prison.

The third level of the town's magic prison is named too often.

It is said to be opposite to Zen impermanence, which is of course funny.

Jing Jiu knew that this was a rumor.

Too often it's just the pronunciation, not the regular word.

It's just that I've been talked a lot, and now I think that too often prison is the word.

Even Taichang Temple got its name.

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Taichang Prison is completely isolated from heaven and earth. No breath or vitality can enter here, and no breath and energy can leave here.

Absolute stillness makes time meaningless, especially space.

But without a sense of position and direction, how could Jingu find that person?

Jing Jiu closed his eyes and let himself float in this dark and strange space with no direction and no goal.

In a world without the concept of space, any direction and goal will only get you lost.

He floats in the dark, seemingly relaxed, but in fact serious.

If you really get lost here, wanting to leave will be very troublesome.

He dared to come here to find someone because he was sure that what he brought with him would definitely form some mysterious connection with the other party.

I don't know how many days have been floating in the dark, he finally stopped.

In fact, he didn't feel that he had stopped, but his heart moved slightly, and he naturally woke up with his eyes open.

In front of his eyes was a light and shadow, mixed with black and white, unable to split.

The moment he saw the light and shadow, the light and shadow suddenly changed, scattered into tens of thousands of pieces, and then re-condensed to form a new picture.

Verdant mountain forests, red dirt, clear lakes, clear blue sky, purple flowers, brown birds.

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Someone is watering the flowers and trees.

The clothes on his body are even more exaggerated, that is, colorful and indescribable, as if all the colors of the world are painted on it.

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(This chapter is too hard to write, so it's a few minutes late.)

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