The Path Toward Heaven

Zhao Layue extended his right hand.

Jing Jiu extended his left hand.

hold.

Wind blows.

Flying sword broke through.

A hole appeared between the clouds and then gradually closed.

A whimsical red line remained in the air, exuding a slight bloody smell.

The two did not say goodbye to everyone, or even did not speak to the Western King Sun, which seemed a little rude.It's just that there are too many things happening today, and people's hearts are still shocked. They can't even think of going here. The people who think of them occasionally even think that it is only in this way that they fit the impression that the young girl of the last peak of God.

Looking at the red line that gradually disappeared in the sea breeze, Xiang Wanshu murmured, "Is this the Forth Sword left by a real person?"

When he said this, he was a little emotional, with a look of admiration and yearning on his clean face.

Zhongzhou sent more genius disciples, he is just one of them, and he knows that the number of geniuses in the world is difficult to count.

What kind of character can be called a real genius?Only time can tell.

Countless former geniuses, because they were blocked by a spiritual gate, they stunned everyone until they disappeared. Such things happened too much in the spiritual world.

Who is the true peerless genius for hundreds of years?Of course, the one who has gone the farthest.

For thousands of years, there was only one ascending person in Chaotian Continent, that is Jingyang.

The more a genius like Xiang Wanshu, the more he knows how amazing Jingyang is.

Whenever mentioning that Zhao Layue inherited the inheritance of the real people of Jingyang, not to mention him, even his brother Tong Yan was somewhat envious.

At this time, the young monk of Guocheng Temple came to the old monk, pointing at his mouth, whining twice, and appeared a little anxious.

Some people find it strange to think that this is a dumb person, and the monk who is familiar with Guocheng Temple has already guessed that the young monk is practicing meditation.

The young monk is asking: The two Qingshan Taoists have already gone. Do I still have to meditate?

The old monk said, "Okay."

The young monk was relieved and looked at the red line that was about to disappear in the sky and said aloud.

His voice was very loud, like the evening bell of an ancient temple, resounding through the Yuntai.

"Come here for fun, come back for fun, and sure enough the fairy style ..."

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"Xianjia style? I'm afraid it's a magic way, and the mainland will usher in another scourge ..."

Standing in the city of Haizhou, looking at the clear light from the sword light and magic weapon that scattered towards the sky, Shi Fengchen said a blank expression.

The subordinates did not understand the meaning of this sentence, and thought that today the arresting murderer had actually caught the big man of the Qingshan Sect. Qingtian Si really lost his big face. Even if you say more of these things, it does n’t mean anything to you. Li Min thinks the fairy master of Qingshan is the devil?

Shi Fengchen did not explain.He said this because in his view, Zhao Layue is very much like a big thing in the practice circle many years ago.

That big thing also traveled the world, advocating killing to stop evil. The people who died under his sword were afraid that there would be more people than they killed in March.

But in the end, that big thing fell into the devil's path and became the biggest scourge in the practice world.

This matter is a real secret. Basically, no one in the spiritual world knows it, and not many people in Qingshan Sect know about it.

However, it was by chance that he learned the secret from the former director of Qingtian Division.

He has made up his mind to return to Chaoge City and use all the contacts and resources of the first half of his life to fight for the opportunity to enter the palace.

If he could see Tian Yan, he must find a way for His Majesty to associate Zhao Layue with the scourge that year.

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Qingshan Jiufeng, Shangde Peak is the coldest, Yunxing Peak is the most dangerous, Shenmo Peak is the most lonely, and Tianguang Peak is the highest.

In the early spring, everything recovers, and the trees on the Tianguang Peak are already lush. Looking around, a lush greenery is very eye-catching.

A tall figure stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at such a landscape, but the breath exuded a bit bitter.

"He actually is still alive. Have he ever found you?"

The object of his speech is not a person, but a long-haired white cat.

Bai Gui, one of the four guards, came here today for some reason.

There is a monument on the top of Tianguang Peak, carried by a stone turtle.

The stone tortoise is very large, with a radius of ten feet.

The white ghost squatted on top of the stone turtle's head and looked a little small in comparison.

It ignored the man's words, kept licking the hair, and then washed his face, very seriously.

——The words to be preached have been brought. As for why your two uncles and nephews deliberately pretended not to know, it was none of my business.

Bai Gui has a strong curiosity for many things, and there is a proverb in Aoyama that says this.

The problem is another proverb, it remembers more clearly-curiosity kills the cat.

"I didn't arrange this, but I know and support. Qingshan repairs the sword, then the sword is needed, and Liangwangfeng exists for this reason. The blood of the younger generation cannot be cooled because of us. Worry about anything, but I believe that generations are always stronger than generations, and what Master cannot do with him may not be possible for children now. "

The white ghost didn't stop washing his face, but his eyes fell across the lightning waved front paw and fell on the figure.

Looking at the other person's back, it produces a strong impulse, do you want to try a sneak attack?

Just like the night at Bihu Peak two years ago, this temptation was too strong.

Finally, Bai Gui gave up this idea, because it knew that he could not beat each other.

This made the white ghost annoyed, no longer washing his face, reaching for the top of the stone turtle's head.

As a mountain guard, its strength is terrifying, and its sharp claw tips are countless times stronger than most flying swords.

At the top of Bihu Peak, it scratched a claw and flew Jing Jiu directly into the lake hundreds of feet away, letting him raise for six months.

It's obvious that this scratching has no retention, will the stone turtle directly break into powder?

Such a picture did not happen.

The tortoise was not broken, cracked, or traced, not even a white seal.

An ancient and leisurely atmosphere appeared on the top of the cliff.

The stone turtle slowly opened his eyes, his eyes a little dazed, and he didn't seem to know what happened.

It turned out to be a living creature.

The man turned around, tall and tall, his eyes clear and peaceful, and his breath was unpredictable. It was the head of Castle Peak.

"Where did the Turtle offend you? Sleeping well, you have to wake it up."

Bai Gui one claw can open the mountain and break the lake, let Shenmofeng listen to cough for half a year, but at this time can only wake up the stone turtle.

But it is not embarrassing.

As a companion who has lived together for thousands of years in Qingshan, Bai Gui knows of course that the other party has thick skin and will not be injured at all.

Because the other party is also guarded by Qingshan-Yuan Gui.

"You're not embarrassed, but I, the Qingshan leader, don't even have a sword, are you embarrassed?"

The head looked at the stone stele carried by the stone turtle and said, "Anyway, he is coming back. If he really wants to stop this, just exchange it."

The stele is very wide, straight and large, like a hill cut by someone, the surface is extremely smooth, without any text.

A sword was inserted in the highest part of the stone tablet, just like a little ram of a girl.

Is that the legendary sword of heaven?

But if you look closely, you can see that the sword ... has no hilt, and the middle is empty.

Chengtianjian is not a sword, but a scabbard!

A scabbard is actually named Chengtian. What kind of sword has it held in it?

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