The Path Toward Heaven

The night under heavy rain is the deepest, the clouds are extremely thick and heavy, there is no starlight, and there is darkness everywhere.

Jing Jiu stood on the top of Bihu Peak, quietly, and the night breeze flicked the white clothes without making any sound.

Different from the other peaks, the top of Bihu Peak is very gentle, and the area is huge. There is a Bihu in the middle.

This is the name of Bihu Peak.

There is an island in the middle of Bihu, and a palace on the island, which is quite cold in the rain.

The palace is not the residence of the Bihufeng master, there is another master.

Jing Jiu looked at the palace quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qingshan Jiufeng is extremely guarded, and Bihu Peak is extremely strict because of the palace, and there are sword arrays everywhere between the peaks.

Somehow, those sword arrays seemed to be non-existent to Jing Jiu, which made him easily reach the summit without disturbing anyone.

If he is a strong man who breaks the sea, or it may be possible, but he is just a young disciple who has just entered the artistic conception, why can he do this?

The Qingshan Grand Array left a passage in the night sky at the peak of Bihu Lake, which was like opening a mouth.

The heavy rain kept falling from the night sky, countless lightnings illuminating the night sky from time to time, and landed on the island in the middle of Bihu, as if to split the palace into pieces.

The rain was dense, the Bihu rolled up the snow waves, but the thunder and lightning disappeared silently, as if swallowed by the palace, the picture looked extremely strange.

Looking at the island in the rainstorm, Jing Jiu looked dignified.

From the mountain village to Nansong Pavilion to Xijianxi to Shenmofeng, no matter what kind of people they encounter, what kind of things, he is very calm.

Tonight it is obviously unusual.

He knew that the palace was the secret place of the Qingshan Sect's soul wood with Leiwei.

There is no guardian of Qingshan disciples in this palace, because the white ghost, one of Qingshan's four town guards ... lives here.

The rainstorm was getting bigger and bigger, but the number of lightnings was gradually decreasing. Jing Jiu walked into the Bihu Lake.

In his current state, he has been able to walk on the lake, but he will not do so.

It may be seen by Bihufeng disciples who returned from Yu Jian.

The more important reason is that he does not want to disturb the other party in advance.

At that time, he flowed out of the stone wall with the stream, and fell in the lake. He learned a trick. It was awkward, but it did work.

But now he no longer needs to hold a heavy stone.

He slowly sank to the bottom of the lake like a stone and walked forward.

The lake is getting deeper and deeper, his footsteps are still so stable, and there is no sound, even the water around him has not changed much.

The non-stop swimming fish disturbed by the rainstorm did not seem to find his presence.

As time moved, his speed became slower and slower, his expression more and more dignified.

He clearly felt that there was coercion in front of him, like a god.

The closer the island was, the more terrifying the pressure.

The lake water began to become shallower, and occasionally the white light from the lightning above could be seen.

He boarded the lake heart island, and the night sky above was the passage opened by the green mountain array.

The torrential rain here is more sudden, the night is darker, and the more you can truly feel the horror power of thunder and lightning that falls from time to time.

That coercion did not come from the sky.

Jing Jiu merged with the rainstorm.

He quietly looked at the palace not far away.

This is the place where the guards live. The disciples of Bihu Peak are not allowed to enter, so there are many wild animals living on the island.

In the heavy rain, some sounds can be heard faintly, and there are many green glare in the trees.

Jing Jiu knew that those were not mountain ghosts, but wild cats.

The wild cats were wet with their hair wet by the rain, and were licking their bodies in vain and in vain, and did not find him coming.

Looking at the palace in the rain, Jing Jiu took a step forward.

He confirmed that he did not make any sound.

He didn't breathe, and this step happened to be in the interval between his heartbeats.

However, a line of sight fell on him.

Was it discovered so early?

It seems that in this negotiation, he is destined to fall out of favor.

Jing Jiu thought this way and looked at the place.

It was at this moment that a loud noise came from the night sky.

A very thick lightning fell, illuminating the entire palace.

There is a window in a corner.

A white cat lies on the window sill.

There was no rain there, but its hair was still wet.

The white cat's hair is very long, and after being wet by the rain, it is tangled into clusters, which is a bit ugly.

But if you look at it for a long time, sometimes there will be an illusion. Those clusters of hair are just a sword.

The white cat narrowed its eyes and looked a little lazy, very harmless.

But its eye pupil exudes extremely fascinating light, just like the most unreal fantasy dream, and like a bottomless abyss, making people just want to fall.

If it is an ordinary Aoyama disciple, staring at these bizarre cat pupils, I am afraid that he will be directly scared and fainted.

Jing Jiu did not, but his expression was solemn.

At the top of Yunxing Peak, Zuo Yi was a master without a realm of realm. He still couldn't find his existence and was directly killed by him.

The white cat found him easily.

"long time no see."

Jing Jiu looked at the white cat and said.

During the heavy rain, there was occasional thunder, his voice was very small, completely covered up, but he knew that the other party could hear.

The white cat narrowed his eyes, twisted his head, adjusted his posture, and made sure that he was more comfortable lying down. He didn't seem to hear Jing Jiu's words.

Jing Jiu continued: "Who was that Thunder Soul Wood given by Thunder Poyun?"

The white cat yawned silently, looking very lazy.

Jing Jiu knew that this was an illusion, and the other party had already moved his mind, and he might take action at any time.

In his current state, it is impossible to be the opponent of this white cat, and there is not even room for returning.

Lightning illuminates the palace from time to time.

The danger is at hand.

Heavy rain fell from before my eyes.

Through the torrential rain, Jing Jiujing quietly looked at it on the window sill and said, "You are not surprised about my appearance. It seems that you have already known about this matter. Yes, you four You are the most slender, sensitive and alert. The three of them may not find out, but how can you not notice such a big event. "

The white cat slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on him.

"I already have the answer, I just want to ask you to confirm tonight."

Jing Jiu said: "I admit that I am a little unwilling."

The white cat's eyes showed a sense of mockery and coldness, as if to say: Do you also have today?

"Four years ago, you watched me in trouble, did you not expect what would happen if I didn't die?"

Jing Jiu said: "Use your bones to sharpen the sword, how is this ending?"

The white cat stared at him, and his tail slowly stood up, exploding toward all around, like an autumn reed in the wetland, which was very nice and terrible.

The thunder and lightning in the night sky fell more urgently, the rainstorm increased suddenly, and the atmosphere of the world was extremely chaotic.