The Path Toward Heaven

The cold wind screamed and the temperature in the canyon was extremely low. Even though these young disciples were practitioners, they were hard to bear. They were standing behind rocks or in caves. .

"Why do we have to wait a day? He took the first battle of the road, we are still far away, we have to grasp."

"You will be content, only one day, we have come all the way, in order to meet with these teams, you have been delayed for four days."

"What the hell, why should he say no to leave?"

Everyone knows that this means Jing Jiu.

If Jing Jiu was not from Qingshan, and his seniority was high, and he received Bai Zao's support, I am afraid that everyone would already be in trouble.

Those disciples from Qingshan also felt very depressed, but they dared not say anything.

"What do you want to do? Do you think there will be a big event ahead, so you have to gather more people?"

Bai Zao looked at Jing Jiu and asked softly.

Xueguo really should have had something serious, and there might be great danger ahead.

But Jing Jiu did not want to unite all forces that could be united to fight against unknown dangers.

"Wait another day." He said to Bai Zao.

Through these days of travel, Bai had already guessed his intentions.

Jing Jiu mastered the route and speed of each team, and his route arrangement can ensure that these teams are met in the shortest time.

Bai Zao has calculated that if he waits another half day in this canyon, he will meet two other teams.

The situation is exactly the same as before, and each of the two teams also has a Qingshan disciple.

As the sun left the sky, the cold wind gradually increased, and the temperature became lower and lower.

The voices of the young disciples gradually subsided, and they began to meditate and adjust their breath, fight against the severe cold, and return to the truth.

Instead of calming down because of the silence, the atmosphere in the canyon became more and more depressed and anxious, even the cold wind could not disperse half of it.

Half an hour later, a small team came to the canyon and was left behind.

The last squad came here when there was still a palm away from Xiakou.

By this time, there were ten teams in the canyon, a total of forty-five people.

Bai Zao glanced at Jing Jiuyi.

"If the people are all together, just say it. It is impossible to keep them on the basis of your seniority, record, reputation, and my reputation."

Sure enough, the long wait has exhausted the patience of these young people, and the atmosphere in the canyon has become a bit turbulent.

I do n’t know which denomination ’s disciple shouted: “The sun is about to set, why do n’t you go?”

Jing Jiu did not look at the dozens of young faces full of doubts or anger.

He said to Bai Zao: "Here is a message to Xishanju. I asked to stop the Daoist War and immediately recall all the disciples."

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At the highest point of Xishanju, the clouds are still lingering, but the twilight is coming, and the whole peak seems to be burning.The heads of various factions are still discussing why Jing Jiu had to stop with the dozens of young disciples, whether to rush or punish him, and suddenly received news from the snowfield.

The road war encountered unprecedented challenges.

It is not that the disciples who participated in the Taoist war encountered sudden changes in the world, but because such things have never happened before.

No one even thought about it.

"Jing Jiu asked to immediately stop the Taoist war and recall all the young disciples."

He's a bit ugly.

Kunlun's head was cold and frosted, saying: "Is this guy crazy?"

If it were changed to something else, Nan Wang must retaliate, but at this time she was a little shocked by Jing Jiu's request and said nothing.

The heads of various denominations ignored each other and felt that this matter was ridiculous.

Even if Jing Jiu is a swordsman wizard trained by Qingshan Jianzong, even if you are a re-disciple of the real person of Jingyang, but you are just a young disciple who participated in the war of the Dao Claim?

The elder of the Zhongzhou School felt that the matter was a bit strange, and he looked at Nan Wang and asked, "Why did he make this request?"

He Guogong raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "He said he felt bad."

The elders of Zhongzhou sent a slightly different expression and said, "Just this sentence?"

He Guogong sighed and said, "Yes, there is no other reason."

Kunlun's head sneered and said: "If you feel bad, you want to end the war? Who does he think he is?"

The big beast tide two hundred years ago was the only time the Dao War ended early, and this year it was determined that there was no beast tide.

Halfway through the Dao battle, the participating disciples went deep into the snowfield, and there were turbulent winds everywhere in the sky. If they really wanted to stop the Dao Battle, they would be taken back immediately and they must use the township magical tools of each denomination.The point is, even if it can be done, why should the practitioners make such a big move because of Jing Jiu's words?

Is it because of the cold mist that appears occasionally these days, or because of the clematis that has never appeared again?

Even as Bai Zao deduced, it was really a matter of the snow country, and the snow and ice monsters deep in the ground of the snowfield returned, what does it have to do with the battle of the road?

"No matter what makes him crazy, he must punish him for his flagrant violation of the rules."

Kunlun's head coldly said: "I request that Jing Jiu be disqualified."

Nan Wang's face became more ugly.

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Taoist war will not stop with Jing Jiu's words.

As the head of Kunlun said, he does not have this identity, nor this qualification.

The current situation has become what kind of punishment should be given to Jing Jiu's arrogance.

If it is ordinary disciples of other denominations who make this request today, they will definitely be disqualified directly, and then be severely chased afterwards.

The problem is that Jing Jiu is Uncle Qingshan.

His seniority is here.

And he should have been the number one in this year's road warfare.

More importantly, everyone knows the meaning of Zenzi's caressing him.

The heads and elders of various denominations in Xishan Curie went to Jingjue Temple.

Only Zen Zi can decide what punishment should be given to Jing Jiu.

The small courtyard deep in Jingjue Temple has seats and tea on the table.

But no one was seated, looking at the window, waiting for Zen Zi to speak.

I don't know how long it has passed, a voice came from the window.

"Does Jing Jiu restrict the movements of the contestants? Or does he have shots? If there is nothing, then for what reason should we deal with his sin?"

Listening to this, the face of Kunlun's head became a little ugly, and said: "Is it his nonsense?"

"Since I know it's nonsense, what can I care about."

After saying this, there was no more sound behind the window.

He Guogong understood the meaning of Zen, smiled bitterly, and said to everyone: "Forget it, it's just a young man's nonsense. Anyway, he can't stop the Daoist war. Who would listen to those young disciples?"

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As he said to Guo Gong, no one would listen to Jing Jiu.

Knowing what Jing Jiu meant, the cold canyon instantly became noisy.

Dozens of pairs of sights fell on Jing Jiu, shocked and complicated.

Originally in their eyes, Jing Jiu, who had won the first battle in Dao, was an admirable Kendo wizard, but now they look at Jing Jiu, but they seem to be watching a lunatic.

"Why should we stop the Taoist war ahead of time?"

Asked a steady monk from Baotong Monastery.

Jing Jiu said: "I feel a little bad, there seems to be dangerous in front."

Listening to this, the crowd was in an uproar.

An angry voice sounded.

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you are Zen or His Majesty the God Emperor, or your master of the Green Mountain? Are you crazy?"