A Will Eternal

This was the most intense life-and-death crisis in Bai Xiaochun's life. He had no way to stop it, nor did he have the strength to struggle. Everything seemed to have become a foregone conclusion after Tianzun shot him and Du Lingfei forcibly merged.

He was destined to cultivate in this life, and eventually, together with Du Lingfei, under the formation method like a pill furnace, he would turn into a peerless great pill that would free Tianzun from now on.

This ending, Bai Xiaochun had never thought about before this, even though the ancestor of the poor family had said meaningfully that sooner or later, he would turn against Tianzun.

But Bai Xiaochun still naively believed that with Du Lingfei there, he and Tianzun had no deep hatred like the sea, and behind him there were the mausoleum guardian and the disciple Bai Hao. Too many trump cards made Bai Xiaochun have a certain degree of self-confidence.

It's just... it's all just a mirror image...

His consciousness has long been blurred, the difference is that the breath from Du Lingfei's body made Bai Xiaochun's mind sober for a moment in the fusion of the two.

"Perhaps all of this is also due to the mausoleum's... calculations..." Bai Xiaochun muttered, his consciousness blurred again.

Almost at the same time when Bai Xiaochun realized that the guardians of the mausoleum had made some kind of impetus in his life-and-death crisis, in the wilderness, deep in the land of Kuihuang City, among the ruins of Xiasancheng, on the broken tower, sitting cross-legged. The guardian of the mausoleum there opened his turbid eyes.

"Bai Xiaochun, I hope you...don't hate me, this is the mission of my existence...and the mission of the Emperor Ming." When the mausoleum guardian was bitter and whispered, he slowly raised his head and looked at nothingness.

At the end of that savage nothingness, there is a big river that outsiders can't see. The river is dark and flowing endlessly. Contrary to the vitality represented by Tongtianhai, what this river represents... is death.

In the river, there are countless unjust souls. These souls roar in struggle, but they can't leave the river. They can only follow the river away and send them into reincarnation...

this river,

called Styx.

At the end of this nothingness, the source of this Styx... On the majestic river that looks like sea water, there is a dark palace. This palace reveals the meaning of death. In the ice cold, there is no light at all. .

This is... the Netherworld!

In the palace of the underworld, the emperor of this generation, Bai Hao, sat there silently. He was wearing the emperor's robe, and there was a strong aura of death emanating from his body.

However, his face did not have the usual majesty, but was full of anxiety. The intensity of this anxiety seemed to affect the Nether Palace and the Stygian River, so that the surrounding rivers also heard the sound of big waves from time to time. .

Bai Hao's eyes were full of worry. He had seen with his own eyes the failure of Tianzun's big subordinate, the guardian of the mausoleum. He was also in action here and was collapsed by Tianzun.

Even though Bai Hao didn't know everything about the purpose of the unkind Tianzun who came to take Bai Xiaochun away, he knew that the master at this moment must be in extreme danger!

He understands that, looking at the entire world, now... the only one who can save Master is only himself!

He is well aware of the weakness of the mausoleum guards, and he also knows that the mausoleum guards today will return to the ruins at any time, and they are no longer as strong as they used to be. ...

"Master..." Bai Hao murmured in a low voice, and scenes appeared in his mind. Together with Master, all kinds of wild animals kept appearing in front of him.

That is his only relative, that is the person he is most grateful for in his life, that is the person that Bai Hao swore to protect with his life...

That was also... the happiest time in his life.

Gradually, the picture in his mind disappeared, and in the end there was only one left... that picture that was deeply imprinted in his soul and could not be erased in this lifetime.

In the picture, Bai Xiaochun turned his back to himself, opened his mouth lightly, and told him that from now on, he would be accepted as a disciple...

"Master..." Bai Hao smiled this time. In his smile, there was determination, determination, and a touch of strong determination!

He understands that if he wants to rescue the master from Tongtian Island in front of Tianzun...there is only one way to do it!

That is... Refining the... 22 colors of fire that break through the limits of this world!

Before that, even if Bai Xiaochun was already a god, Bai Hao's deduction of the 22-color fire formula still did not stop. Until the end, he had clearly realized that the limit of this world was Twenty-one colors of fire.

Unless there are special circumstances, otherwise, it is impossible to have twenty-two colors of fire, because twenty-two colors of fire, beyond the limit of the world, all the multi-color fires under it can be regarded as ordinary fire, while the twenty-two colors of fire can be regarded as ordinary fire. , is already a fairy fire!

And once the twenty-two-color fire appears, it will immediately become the unparalleled strongest force in this world. The twenty-two-color fire can burn everything in the world.

And this kind of fire is enough to fight against Tianzun, making Bai Hao possible to save Bai Xiaochun in front of Tianzun!

It's just... I want to refine the twenty-two colors of fire. There are no souls in this world that can be used for refining fire. Even if all the souls in the Ming River are used for refining, it will eventually stop at twenty-one. color.

"There is only one way..." Bai Hao's expression was awe-inspiring, and he muttered. The determination in his eyes was extremely strong, and he was extremely decisive!

This method is to refer to the fire refining method of the Miao Lin'er family, using the soul of the Emperor of the Underworld as the main material, burning oneself, refining one's own soul... Only then can we refine the unique... 22 colors of fire in this world. !

This is the only way to do it!

After all, he is the Underworld Emperor, a god-like being who controls the Styx River and reincarnation in this world!

"Master... I'm here to save you..." Bai Hao smiled, his tears flowed, but his determination did not diminish in the slightest.

Even with this method, the price to be paid is so great that he can't bear it, but he still... has no regrets!

Even if this method will make him Bai Hao... be wiped out of all existence from now on, he still... has no complaints!

Because that was his master, the moment he knelt down to Bai Xiaochun back then, he had already made up his mind... Master is like heaven!

His tears were not real. The moment they shed, they became part of the water of the Ming River. Bai Hao took a deep breath and stood up slowly. His right hand suddenly lifted and he waved it violently.

"Soul come!"

Immediately outside the Nether Palace, the endless grievances in the Styx River rushed in from all directions, roaring from all directions. After penetrating the Nether Palace, they surrounded Bai Hao and gradually formed a huge vortex.

As the whirlpool rumbled, Bai Hao clenched his left hand and pointed to the center of his eyebrows. As his fingertips fell, his body seemed to be on fire, and flames suddenly rose from his body!

It's a fire...

It didn't end, with Bai Hao's hands flying, the surrounding soul sea, spinning faster, strands of souls flew out and merged into Bai Hao's body, causing the flames on his body to continuously increase at an astonishing rate.

Two-color fire, three-color fire, four-color fire...

In just a few breaths, the sea of ​​​​fire on Bai Hao's body became more and more majestic, and its color had already become sixteen colors!

Still going!

If it is said that in this world, there is one person who can keep pace with Bai Xiaochun in refining fire, or even surpass it... Then this person can only be... Bai Xiaochun's disciple, the contemporary Emperor of the Underworld... Bai Hao!

In the roar, Bai Hao's body burned more and more, and in the surrounding soul sea, countless souls came frantically, until the flames on Bai Hao's body became seventeen, eighteen and even nineteen...

not end yet!

The determination in Bai Hao's eyes became more and more firm. With a wave of his hands, all the souls in the surrounding vibrated at this moment. reverberate.

Twenty colors!

Twenty-one colors!

Until this moment, Bai Hao raised his head, facing the nothingness, and let out his loudest roar!

In this roar, his soul... suddenly burned, with the power of this burning, with the help of the soul of the emperor of the underworld, with the river as the root and the soul as the foundation, Bai Hao's eyes were also filled with flames , the twenty-one-color fire burning on his body at the moment... Gradually... an extra color!

Exactly... Twenty-two colors of fire! !

At the moment when these twenty-two colors of fire appeared, the entire wild world didn't seem to have changed, as if everything was business as usual, but all the monks on both sides who were fighting on the battlefield trembled for no reason, as if there was something they couldn't see, but But the breath that made the soul tremble suddenly came in this world!

Nascent Soul, heaven and man, even demigods... at this moment, everyone's mind was shaking, and they breathed in shock!

Not only the wilderness, but also all the creatures on the Tongtian Continent, whether they are monks or beasts, even vegetation or mortals, all of them are like this, and in the sky of this entire world, there has been an unprecedentedly large range. Covering all the sky...the web of the world! !

Faintly, at this moment, all the existences in the whole world seemed to be in the ear, and heard the whispers that came from nothingness, from this unimaginable coercion, echoing in the heaven and earth!

"Master... I'll save you!"

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