The Path Toward Heaven

Where do the men in black dare to stay, recover the magic weapon, turn around and escape.

He skimmed into the air, stepped on the leaves, and his body was suddenly vacant, and he could no longer be easily found, so he had to control the sky away.

Who would have thought that at the moment his toes left the leaves, the sky suddenly darkened.

There was a dark mist at the top of the wood, as if he had been waiting for him there.

The black mist fell directly on his face.

The man in black is dark.

He fell straight and fell on the leaves, no longer breathing.

The black mist trembles with the wind, but does not dissipate, and there is a pale face looming.

As the wind grew stronger, the dark mist escaped to the ground and walked silently, looking like the black eaves of Taichang Temple after being washed by rain-it was the horn of Canglong.

The black mist penetrated into the cracks of the cliff, and as soon as it disappeared, it suddenly twisted violently.

The pale face in the fog had no expression at all, and it was extremely indifferent. At this time, it was suddenly twisted, full of shock and anger.

A giant hand that came from nowhere ... caught the black mist.

The giant hand was cyan.

That blue color is as fresh as green grass, but like rotten corpse.

Obviously it is two very different feelings, but it is unified in this giant hand, giving a very strange feeling..

The cyan giant hands closed.

Black Mist struggled and twisted desperately, trying to escape, but could not do it.

Soon, accompanied by a very low rage, the black mist suddenly dissipated and shattered into countless soul fires.

The level of these soul fires is extremely high, and even after countless journeys from the underworld to the Chaotian Continent, they still maintain a state of colorless and interest-free.

If these soul fires are allowed to be scattered among the cliffs, it is difficult to be discovered by human race practitioners, and it may become a wraith in hundreds of years.

Unfortunately, these soul fires are not as lucky as those on the end of the god's peak, and they are directly poured into a hole with a gust of wind and all the remnants of black mist.

The black mist disappeared and the vision became clear again. It turned out that the hole was a mouth.

There are many fine teeth in that mouth.

The man's nose was very thick and round, and his nose was a little red, and it looked like a carrot that was not fully developed.

The man's eyes were deeply sunken.

The man was a little old man with no breath on his body, but it gave a feeling of incomparably powerful.

After swallowing these soul fires, the old man no longer stayed, his arms fluttered, like a big bird quietly passing through the jungle, and instantly turned into a small black spot in the far distance. On the edge of a mountain cliff.

A young man was sitting on the cliff.

The young man was holding a bamboo pole in his hand, with a thin thread tied to the head, which fell into the flowing clouds between the cliffs and looked like he was fishing.

How can there be fish in the cloud?Is he fishing?

"Admire admiration, but I didn't expect you to make the Underworld useful to you."

The dwarf old man looked at the young man and said, "The elder infant of Zhongzhou School can be killed so far away.

The young man did not look back, staring at the flowing clouds under the cliff, his expression extremely focused.

The clouds gradually became chaotic, and there were hidden black spots passing through them.

Those invisible birds stared at the food tied on the bamboo pole line and made a quack, making them extremely greedy.

Looking at the chaos in the cloud, the young man shook his head before answering the old man's question.

"The standard of the three master disciples is of course good-although they only dare to come over with shadows-otherwise why would I ask you to take action?"

The old man made an unpleasant laugh and said, "When can you catch the mage? I haven't seen him for a long time, and the world hasn't seen it for a long time. It will be very lively when I think about it."

The young man said, "It's all the poor old gentleman who was killed by my green hill. How dare you show up if you dare not show up?"

The old man was silent for a while and said, "Are you sure Qingzong Zong didn't know that I came out?"

"Ask who knows Qingshan the most?"

The young man inserted the bamboo pole into the stone crack at the edge of the cliff, turned to look at the old man, raised his thumbs to his face, and smiled and said, "It's me, me ..."

He had a cold face, because the smile suddenly became lovely, with a loose smell, very kind.

Looking at this face, the old man did not know what he thought of, sighed and said: "I have been hiding in the ground for hundreds of years, and the world has changed so much. People like you can only hide and hide, which is really sad."

The young man raised an eyebrow and said, "There's so much talk."

Suddenly the old man said right: "I want to eat a few people, it is really a little bit greedy, those soul fires have no taste, even if there is no girl, it is good to eat a few men."

"Okay."

The young man was a little helpless, put away the bamboo pole, and took the old man to the cliff.

The old man quickly followed.

The young man squinted his eyes and said, "How do I feel like I have a dog now?"

"Wang Wang."

The old man pleased and said: "As long as you can wipe out the green hills and stop my future troubles, I'll give you another three hundred years of dogs."

The young man said, "Then you have to protect me first, but don't let me be killed by those two traitors."

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "I can't beat them now."

"So, we have to hurry."

The young man sighed, reaching for the old man's head.

The clouds under the cliff gradually calmed down, and the bird disappeared.

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The forest was illuminated by a cold sword light, and then lit by a golden light.

Nan Wang and Jin Feng first arrived at the scene, and the rest of the Qingshan disciples arrived one after another.

Looking at the body of the man in black, their expression changed slightly.

The man in black has a sword wound on his hand, and the remnants of the magic weapon's breath are also very clear. It should be the murderer who shot Zhao Layue.

But why did he die here?

Nan Wangxiu sleeve.

The cloth on the man's face in black was lifted.

His breath is gone, because the appearance changes made by Taoism can no longer be maintained, revealing a real face.

"Wei Chengzi?"

Jin worship was shocked.

Nan Wang's face was ugly.

There was silence in the field.

The person who wanted to kill Zhao Layue was really a Zhongzhou faction, and he was also the elder Yuan Ying.

Nan Wang asked: "How did he die?"

The gold enshrinement waved its hands, and things like gold powder fell on the surrounding ground.

The gold powder gradually faded, and some pictures could be seen faintly, extremely vague, but the breath could already tell what it was.

Soul fire!

The Qingshan disciples could not help but exclaim.

The underworld demon actually appeared again!

"It's very strong, it's not too weak for you and me, and it's just a parting."

Jin Jingfu felt the remnants of those soul fires, and said solemnly.

Nan Wang didn't speak.

No wonder Wei Chengzi, the Yuanying elder of the Zhongzhou faction, died after a face-to-face encounter, and even Yuanying failed to escape.

The disciples in Qingshan were speechless and the atmosphere was extremely depressed and strange.

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