The Path Toward Heaven

Listening to the name, Jing Jiu was a little surprised.In the ancient times, the highest divine emperor had a Great Seal made of fine jade from the outer space. Later, the Great Seal was lost. By chance, it was obtained by the ancestors of Zhongzhou School. Into two magic weapons, called Wanlixi.After the ancestor of Zhongzhou faction soared, Wanlixi remained in Yunmeng Mountain. It is said that there is a supreme supernatural power through space, which is the highest magic weapon of Zhongzhou faction.

Even if Bai Zao is the most beloved single girl of the headed couple of Zhongzhou, carrying such a treasure is still surprising.

If other practitioners are aware of this matter and are in such an environment now, they are likely to be tempted to kill people and win treasures.

But she told Jing Jiu like this.

Jing Jiu asked, "Why don't you leave?"

"In the beginning, I think like you, if the Zhongzhou faction is in danger, they can help, and finally leave."

She said: "I didn't expect the situation to change suddenly."

There is actually another reason why she did not leave.

If she is in danger, she can help Jing Jiu leave.

But at the moment just now, her portable bamboo charm lit up.

That was the signal from the master.

Luo Huainan is so proud that he will take the initiative to ask for help, and he must face a very dangerous situation at this time.

In this case, how can she leave?

"It turns out so, sit down."

The speech fell, and Jing Jiuyu sword headed deep into the cold fog.

Bai Zao didn't expect his decision to be so sudden and unexpected, and he reached out and grabbed his belt subconsciously.

The speed of the Iron Sword became faster, and it instantly turned into a black line. Those precious lights in the sky were quickly covered by the heavy cold fog and could no longer be seen.

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The morning sun has risen, and the warm red light is shining on the clouds that surround the fence.

The palace at the highest point of Xishanju can no longer be as calm as the days before, enveloped by an atmosphere of tension and depression.

Whether it is the abbot of Baotong Zen Academy or the head of the Kunlun School, his face is very ugly.

The Qianlitu placed in front of the elders of the heads of the heads has lost their function, covering the mountains with the cold fog, which has cut off their sight.

There was a fly landing outside the column, and the commander of the Qingtian Division walked in with dignified expression and said, "The initial inventory is completed."

Hu Guoran raised his head and asked, "How much?"

Qingtian Division Commander said: "Forty-three, the number may rise."

Hearing this sentence, the room became silent and the atmosphere was more depressed.

The May Fair Road War is indeed dangerous, but when did such a situation occur?

Just one morning, more than forty contestants died like this!

Although the contestants are still very young and the level is not high, they are all genius disciples who are mainly cultivated by various denominations.

Such losses can be described as tragic.

He Guogong took a deep breath and said, "Thanks to the timely reminder of Chanzi, otherwise I'm afraid that more people will die in this fog."

The abbot of Baotong Chanyuan said in a slight voice: "What is this mist? Why is it so strange, it is said that today's mist is colder than the previous days?"

"Good, and today the fog is very big, there is no sign of spreading, it is very difficult to find everyone."

Qingtian Division commander said.

He Guogong sent the head of Kunlun and Nan Wang and others to ask, "Can we go inside again?"

Before the head of Kunlun and Nan Wang and others answered, the commander shook his head and said, "The wind above the snowfield is also affected by the strange fog, which is more violent than usual. Not to mention going inside. "

The red and warm light spilled through the railings, through the windows, and fell on the heads of the elders, but they did not feel any warmth, only felt cold.

The mountains that are tens of thousands of miles away have to be countless times colder.

What if the young disciples who have gone deep into the mountains do not move forward?

Especially the squad where Luo Huainan and Tonglu are, they have gone too far ...

The commander of the Qingtian Division looked down at the magic weapon and said to everyone: "Master Crossing has entered."

Hearing this sentence, the elders of the Zhongzhou faction had a slightly better complexion. The chief of the law hall of Guocheng Temple shot himself and should be able to save several people.

He Guogong said: "Master Feng Dao and the commander of the Zhenbei Divine Army received the will, and at this time they went inside."

"Hurry up, otherwise I worry that they may fall into it."

Kunlun's head said coldly: "Don't think I'm alarmist, the cold in the fog is that the cold trumpet birds I sent can't bear it, how long can they last?"

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Deep in the mountains, the cold fog is extremely thick, and the dense fog is extremely cold.

Two powerful breaths appeared, and the gusty wind screamed, bringing snow and gravel all over the ground, dispersing the dense fog out of the space of dozens of square meters.

The commander of Zhenbei Divine Army came together with the leader of Wind Sword and looked at each other.

The two northern powerhouses have been disagreeing with each other for many years, but today when they look at each other, there is no irony, only surprise.

This cold mist is really too weird. Even they feel that the true element in the body is a little stagnation. How can those young disciples bear it?

For the two squads of Luohuainan and Tonglu and the survivors, they have no hope.

The cold fog in front suddenly deformed.

The monk crossing the sea brought two people out of the fog, Tonglu and one of his companions.

The companion was already unconscious, but Tonglu was still awake, struggling constantly, shouting: "Let me down! Let me down!"

The monk crossing the sea let go of his hand, and Tonglu fell onto the snow, climbed hard, and stumbled towards the fog.

A crackling sound!

Master Feng Dao slapped him to the ground with a slap, and said with a deep voice: "The cold there is extremely strong, we can't stay too long, do you want to find death!"

"Luo Huainan is still inside!"

Tonglu struggled and wanted to stand up, trembling and said, "I'm going to save him, I'm going to save him."

The Master Fengdao and the commander of the Zhenbei Divine Army glanced at each other, somewhat puzzled.

The relationship between the Zhongzhou faction and the Xihai sword faction is easing, but it is definitely not intimate, not to mention the fierce competition between Luohuainan and Tonglu in this battle, it is for this reason that their team will go deep into the northern mountains.Why did Tonglu behave like Luo Huainan at this moment?

"He only happened to save me. How can I leave him alone!"

Tonglu slapped his face like crazy, "I want a face!"

Master Feng Dao frowned slightly, knocking him out with a palm, and asked the crossing monk, "Master, what is the situation there?"

Frost on the monk's eyebrows was covered with frost, and said sadly: "The extreme cold is just one end, and there are other strange things. Every time I take a step, I feel uneasy about Zen."

The Master Fengdao and the commander of the Zhenbei Divine Army looked at each other again, and was shocked to think that even the chief of Guocheng Temple's law hall could not hold the Zen heart?

"It seems that Luo Huainan can't save it, let's go."

Master Fengdao said solemnly.

The commander-in-chief of the Zhenbei Divine Army said: "Slowly, there is still a white morning."

The monk crossing the sea sighed and said, "There is Jing Jiu."

Before entering the cold fog, each of them received unquestionable requests.

The commander of the Zhenbei Shenjun was a court official, and naturally had a close relationship with the Zhongzhou faction.

The monk crossing the sea was even instructed by the Zen son to take care of Jing Jiu.

The Master of the Wind Sword looked forward to the commander of the Zhenbei Divine Army: "Zhongzhou faction said Bai Zao brought the positioning weapon?"

The commander-in-chief of the Zhenbei Divine Army said: "Not found, it should be too far apart."

Master Feng Dao felt troublesome and said, "It was clearly the disciple named Jing Jiu who first discovered the problem. Why did they run in instead?"

No one knows this answer.

The cold fog gradually regrouped, and there was a lingering breath in the depths of the fog.

Master Fengdao's expression changed suddenly and said, "You can't stay here anymore."

The monk crossing the sea looked at the cold mist and sighed again. The rosary in his hand shone, illuminating the way forward.

The Master Fengdao and the commander of the Zhenbei Divine Army respectively mentioned Tonglu and the other unconscious young disciple, sacrificed magic weapons to break the cold mist, and walked away into the cloud boat of Zhongzhou.

Zhongzhou sent the elders to find that Luo Huainan and Bai Zao did not return with them, and their faces became extremely ugly.

But he knew that the situation was tense now, and said nothing, and ordered the ship to fly to the south, breaking open the wind.

The monk crossing the sea and the elder of Zhongzhou sent a few words in a low voice, walked back to the side of the cloud boat, and looked down at the snowy mountains below.

There is no sound, nothing, and the mountains have disappeared, only the endless cold fog.

The white sky is really clean.

Tonglu woke up and looked at the clouds above.

The clouds were utterly chaotic by the violent wind, changing into countless shapes, but did not change his eyes.

The severely frostbited finger should be itchy and abnormal at the moment, and it also did not change his eyes.

There was no expression in his eyes, and he thought of the few scenes at that moment.

The scary snow worm, the tragic death of his companions, his own despair, Luo Huainan's tall figure appeared.

In the end, the tall figure disappeared into a bug-like mouth like a black hole.

"You must survive."

Tonglu's face was pale, and he said to himself: "If I won you like this, what's the point?"

I do n’t know if he is intently engaged in road warfare, he has not been mindful of the outside world, he is still too frightened, and he is a bit dazed.

The Duhai monk glanced at him, and he had the same doubts as Master Fengdao.

Jing Jiu first sensed the danger, but why did he go into the fog, and now he didn't know the life and death?