The Path Toward Heaven

Of course, he still has a way to climb to the top, just as he said to Zhao Layue, it is very likely that someone is looking at this time.

The guy in charge and Yuan Qijing can see here, if they want.

At other times, Jing Jiu will definitely not continue to the peak, but go straight back, but ...

He glanced at Zhao Layue, thinking that this little girl would be disappointed?

"So ... just watch."

He looked softly at the peaks deep in the sea of ​​clouds.

He reached out and tapped Zhao Layue's wrist bracelet.

Silently, the bracelet left the girl's wrist and became a sword rope held in his hand.

I don't know why, this unconventional sword cord is willing to obey his orders.

His mind moved slightly, and the sword cord popped like a snake, entangled Zhao Layue's body.

He took off the sword from his back, and after thinking about it, he took it back, and mentioned Zhao Layue walking up to the peak.

His technique is very clever, and the place where the sword rope touches her body can be evenly stressed.

Zhao Layue was put in his hand by him, just like sleeping in a hammock. He slept soundly and did not wake up.

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Jing Jiu Dengfeng, naturally has a completely different style from Zhao Layue.

He was not as cautious as Zhao Layue. He took three steps and two steps back and forth, sometimes turned left and swept lightly.

He didn't pay much attention, just go straight.

After two steps on the mountain road, he encountered a sword.

With a snap, it was crisp and loud, and a crack appeared in the white coat.

He continued to move forward without pause, as if he didn't notice.

As he continued on the mountain road, his steps became faster and faster, he encountered more and more swords, and the crisp sound became more and more urgent.

Pappappap!It was like a storm coming, like countless bowstrings breaking at the same time, like countless swords striking each other.

The sound of swords was endless, the area separated by the sword array was forcibly penetrated, the sound echoed between the cliffs, and the peaks could not be passed out. Generally, the mountain roads are constantly swept.

If someone is on this mountain path at this time, I am afraid that the thunder integrated by these thousands of sword sounds will directly deaf the ears.

Zhao Layue was not awakened, his face was ruddy, and he slept very well. It seemed that Jing Jiuhu was doing well.

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I don't know how long it has passed, the night is still deep, and the morning light has not arrived.

The peak of the end of the god is already in sight.

Between the Qingfeng cliffs, several castles can be seen faintly.

Jing Jiu stopped and rubbed his face.

I came here from the peak to the ground and broke through so many swords, even if he was, his face was tingling.

His white coat is very special, not invading by fire and water, but resistant to flying swords. At this time, it has become shabby.

Dozens of cloth strips hung on his body, revealing a jade-like body, and looked very embarrassed.

Suddenly there was a wind between the cliffs, sobbing, and extremely sad, as if weeping.

Dozens of cold soul fires floated out of the cracks in the cliffs in front of them, and gradually merged together, showing a ugly and ugly face, which seemed terrifying.

"No wonder Mo Chi's nickname was Ming Ling, and it was really ugly."

Jing Jiu looked at the ghost with an eerie smell and shook his head.

Many years ago, the real people of Taiping had entered the death pass, and there was a battle between the human race dynasty and the ice kingdom in the Lanling snowfield.

The head took Jiufeng's strong swordsman to help, and Qingshan left some ordinary disciples to stay behind.

Just in time, the roller blind person lost some very important information, which fell into the hands of the mage.

This big underworld leader led his subordinates to sneak into the Nine Peaks through the loopholes of the Green Mountain recorded in the data and wanted to get something.

They did not expect that such a thing was not in the sword prison of Shangdefeng, but on the end of God's peak.

The mage deduced the calculation and felt that Jingyang should be closed, and the opportunity should not be missed.

Jing Yang spent most of his life in retreat, so he made no mistake.

But the mage did not expect that when they first stepped into the nine peaks of the green mountain, the four major guards woke up at the same time, so Jingyang came out.

In the face of those powerful in the underworld, Jingyang killed it with a sword.

The mage was also seriously injured and almost failed to escape.

This matter is very closely covered because it involves a big secret of the Qingshan Sect and is related to the roller blind people.

Of course, the Underworld will not preach the fiasco this time, so until now, few people know about it.

After the head of Castle Peak came back, he felt that the remnants of Soul Fire should be removed, at least the corpses scattered around the summit of Shenmo Peak.

Jing Yang felt too troublesome. Shenmofeng had no disciples and no guests, so why bother.

So the bodies of those powerful underworlds were scattered between the cliffs until they were hit by wind and rain, turned into bones, and then turned into dust.

As for those fragments of Soul Fire, they have survived, and now it has become a wraith-like existence.

This kind of spirit-integrated grievance has no knowledge, only grievances and fierce thoughts, which may be more troublesome for ordinary disciples.

But in Jing Jiu's eyes, there was no difference between these soul fire remnants and the smoke from the stove without burning clean wet wood.

"spread."

He carried Zhao Layue to the summit.

When passing the horrible ghost, he did not pause at all.

The ghost spirit shrieked harshly, trying to swallow Jing Jiu into his belly.

Suddenly, the souls of the ghosts dispersed and returned to dozens of cold ghost fires. Those fires screamed in fear and fled desperately around the peak, but failed to escape far, and fell to the cliff weakly On the stone, dozens of strands of blue smoke disappeared.

"Wait for them to get together, it's much easier than looking around."

Jing Jiu thought in this way, and walked into the small building on the top of the peak. Like most buildings in Qingshan, there was also a cave behind the small building.

This is the Dong Mansion in Jingyang.

The pavilion is naturally the most precious real material of the giant tree. The ground is covered with white jade, and the carved beams are not tacky. All the details are perfect.

But it is clear that no one has been here for a long time. Both the beam room and the ground covered with jade are covered with a light gray.

Jing Jiu walked to the wall and reached out to turn the night pearl on the wall.

Accompanied by a few soft clicks, the ground shook slightly, and I didn't know what started turning.

The breeze Xu Zhi lifted the dust on the beams and the ground and blew it outside the building. Soon, the cave house became spotless and very clean.

Jing Jiu placed Zhao Layue on the ground, walked around the building, and occasionally reached out to touch the stone walls, corridor columns, and those utensils.

Finally he came to the middle of the small building and looked around with his hands, with some emotion.

He did not expect that he would be able to see these again so early.

Zhao Layue changed his plan, but now it looks good.

He walked towards the cave house and pressed lightly at the end of the stone wall. The stone wall opened quietly, revealing a quiet room.

Dozens of clothes hang in the stone room, mainly plain, and look quite clean.

Jing Jiu's fingers flicked slowly between the clothes, and finally stopped.

He picked a white dress, which was not particularly fit, and he could barely wear it.