The Path Toward Heaven

"This is it."

Jing Jiu swept with his sword knowledge and confirmed that there was no dangerous breath in the ten miles.

But now he can't fully ensure this-he felt something wrong that day, but didn't find the clematis.

Whether it is to a monk or a snow country monster, he has very little combat experience.

Yin Qingmo glanced at the sky and took out the star pot to rest on the ground.

There may be no clouds tonight, and she wants to take advantage of this rare opportunity to absorb some starlight.

There are more than ten stars in the star pot, which can help the practitioners to replenish the true blood, but in the past few days, they have not encountered any battles, and there is no need to take them out.

Wu Mingzhong summoned the sword shield and rested on the snow in the middle.

Lu Jin silently read the mantra, a bright yellow flame left his hand, fell on the sword shield and began to burn, illuminating the darker and darker surroundings.

This flame can burn until early morning tomorrow, it can bring some warmth, and may also bring some danger.

Jing Jiu did not object to him igniting this fire because he knew that the psychological need was sometimes important.

This is a very practical defensive formation.

The star pot can emit a clear light array to protect three people at any time, and the sword shield and the open flame can cooperate with one attack and one defense.

Jing Jiu stood outside and didn't mean to sit in.

The three of Yin Qingmo got used to it and said nothing. They closed their eyes and held the spar to start adjusting interest.

As the night grew darker, the snow clouds gradually dispersed, the stars fell, and they entered the star pot extremely slowly.

The farther you go deeper into the snowfield, the less snow cloud is. This is very different from the previous cognition. I don't know what it means.

Jing Jiu looked at the stars in the night sky and thought about these things.

He didn't know what Zen Zi said about himself.

There were several reasons why he did not want to leave that mountain. Laziness was only one of them. The key is that he felt bad.

He always thought that feeling was the most unreliable.

Only when you can't deduce the calculations clearly, you will say the word feeling.

Just like he said when playing chess with Tong Yan.

When it feels like the word is spoken from his mouth, it means that he is not aware of the current situation, which is certainly not a good thing.

In other words, as long as he feels, he feels bad.

Bad things always happen.

Many years ago, Senior Brother said this to him.

There was another reason why he stayed on the mountain.

He wanted to determine the location of the remaining nine Qingshan disciples who participated in the Taoist war and the direction of their team.

So he can figure out how he can bring them back in the shortest time if something happens.

This has nothing to do with the sense of responsibility, just what he should have done.

You opened a private school in the village and took the students out for a walk. You had to stare at the trees by the stream, ready to fish them up or catch them.

It is wrong to say that there is no sense of responsibility at all.

Why shouldn't the clematis that appeared in the southern part of the snowfield appear in front of his eyes?Why didn't others meet?

What is waiting for you in the depths of the snowfield ahead?The world is about to change dramatically?

Yes, he thinks it's all about himself.

If you let others know his thoughts at this time, you will definitely feel particularly absurd-how could there be such a narcissistic person in the world?

Even if you are the head of the Zhongzhou school or Zen, you are not qualified to say such things.

Jing Jiu doesn't think so.

The biggest movement in the world in thousands of years was caused by him.

Chaotian mainland is okay because he made sufficient preparations in advance.

But his friend had been watching the daze for a terrible change all year round, and even the direction of the maelstrom had changed.

If he doesn't come to the snowfield, he doesn't need to think about it. Since he has come, he has to take it.

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The night wind is extremely cold, and there is no wild grass on the ground, only the snow that does not melt all year round.

Jing Jiu took out the bamboo chair and sat down. He took the fetus in front of his eyes and observed it quietly.

The foggy film is a little hard, and you can see inside.

There was no movement in the foetus, but he knew that the thing was still alive and felt a bit interesting.

This is really a very strange life. It can survive for so long in a place isolated from the air, the earth and the earth.

To know that Qingshan Zhenshouli, only Yuangui can do this.

Is its vitality really so tenacious, or does this film play a protective role?

He stretched his index finger and stroked the film lightly, the film cracked like a drum skin, and then withered and shrunk at the speed visible to the naked eye, exposing the picture inside the fetus.

It was a small, pure white beetle with six very delicate feet, a small head, and a half-shrinked body.

Its body is translucent, and the simple internal structure can be seen faintly.

The little beetle was stiff and immobile, and there was no heartbeat like a human race or a monster. It should have been dead.

"survived."

Jing Jiu's consciousness fell on the little beetle.

The little beetle came to life.

Its six fine feet tremble quickly, and it seems that it wants to prove that it has worked hard to survive in this way.

Jing Jiu took the little beetle in and took it out later, and found it alive, and found it more interesting.

He turned his hand.

The little beetle fell on the snow with the cold wind.

It is white in color with snow and is difficult to find when mixed together.

The little beetle slowly reached out six thin feet and crawled towards the distance.

Jing Jiu ignored it.

The little beetle stopped at that position, seemed to be judging something, and finally crawled back to the bamboo chair.

Jing Jiu looked at it.

Feeling his will, the little beetle dared not resist, flipped over with a snap, opened his six feet, and exposed his abdomen.

Jing Jiu looked carefully, his eyes constantly moving away from its shell and joints.

The little beetle trembled.

It has no spiritual consciousness, and has just been born, but instinctively felt extreme fear.

Because Jing Jiu's line of sight is all the weakest place of their race.

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Regarding the discussion of the May Fair Road War, the central figure now is Jing Jiu, and even Luo Huainan has been mentioned much less often than him.

Not because his performance far surpasses everyone, but because he has no performance at all.

It turned out that the death of the Kunlun disciple had nothing to do with him, but it still had some impact.

In the snowfield from Chaoge City to the north of Mohai, I don't know how many people are talking about him. Of course, it will also mention the clematis that should not have appeared.

"Although we haven't encountered Clematis, it is gradually approaching the snow country forbidden ground, and we may encounter troubles at any time."

Bai Zao said: "The ensuing journey may require you to hang the bell for a long time to check the enemy, which consumes a lot of spirit elements. Can you hold it?"

The female disciple of the hanging bell said: "I need four hours of rest every day."

"Okay, I will take the place of these four hours to replace you, and you have worked hard." Bai Zaowang said to the other side: "Furthermore, in this situation, your sword will be a little slower. Make sure Brother Mo completes control first. The carapace, but covered with mucus, is difficult to cut with a sword. "

"understand."

Aoyama disciple Yao Songshan was originally in this team.

Here is a snowy hill with black mountain shadows looming in front, but still a long distance away.

Bai Zao sat, and four companions stood around, listening carefully to her layout.

The breeze caught the snow and flicked the white gauze on her face.

Cold and snowy, far away from the world, do not know where she brought the stool.