The Path Toward Heaven

Xiaodong laughed slightly.

She doesn't like these people, she doesn't do it at all.In the past, like Jingyang, he said that he would do it, even his brother who had taught himself since childhood, and dare to stab him from behind, saying that he would do it if he didn't, even if his companion and friend died before his eyes.

She looked at the sky to the east and thought that you would not want to go in. Why should you come here and put on a pitying girl?

Then she looked to the sky in the south, thinking that the person who most wanted to cut off the inheritance of God's last peak was only you. Why should you come here and pretend to be worried about Jing Jiu's whereabouts?

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Nine hundred miles south of Baicheng is Juyecheng.

The general altar of the wind sword teaching is here, and I do not know how many times it is prosperous than Baicheng. Sheep dealers and drug dealers are everywhere on the street, and there is a lot of cheering.

There are naturally hot pot restaurants in such a prosperous city.

A short old man and a handsome young man are eating hot pot.

Mandarin duck pot.

The red soup has been boiling for a long time, and the white soup is still very quiet, looking like the fog deep in the snowy field.

The young man was holding long chopsticks, brushing his belly in the red soup, his eyes were bright and he was extremely happy.

The short and thin old man was the three generations of Xuanyin ancestors.

At this time, where was he in the mood to eat hot pot? He looked at the young man with strange eyes and said, "Is it so delicious?"

The young man ignored him. His right hand holding the chopsticks was extremely stable, and he rose and fell from time to time. Then he picked it up and sent it directly into his lips. It didn't seem to feel hot at all.

"Zhongzhou sent the head and Yuanqi whale to go down, one is Mahayana, and the other is heaven. I had come to this step back then."

The slender old man narrowed his eyes, looked at the far north, and said, "Why does this knife qi make me retreat?"

The young man picked up a piece of fat intestine from the red soup and threw it into his mouth, chewing on it, said vaguely: "When you hide in the ground, he is afraid that he has not been born yet."

The short and thin old man said, "I naturally know that he is the saint of the world."

The young man picked up the earthen bowl and drank sour plum soup, and sighed with satisfaction.

"He was a buddha killed and raised from the wind and snow, and he was born into a conflict with the way you hold."

The short, thin old man shook his head and pointed to the north, saying: "What happened to Xueguo, I was a little shocked."

The young man put down the bowl, picked up the hot towel on the table and wiped his face, saying at random: "It's no big deal, just that the baby is going to have a baby."

The short and thin old man was shocked and said, "Ice Queen? This is a non-human being, how can there be a child?"

The young man glanced at him and said, "It's really confusing you. Who said that only talents can have children? Didn't see that the concubine in the palace was also pregnant?"

It took a long time for the short and thin old man to dispel the shock in his heart, and he looked at him and asked, "How do you know about this?"

The young man smiled and said, "I am a man of heaven ... well, I live longer and naturally know more things."

The short and thin old man said angrily, "I live a long time."

The young man said: "Hiding under the ground, not seeing the sun and the world all the year round, it is not alive, it is a boil."

"Okay, you are reasonable."

The short and thin old man looked at the young man and admired, "You can count even this kind of existence in your own game. You are so powerful."

The young man smiled and said: "It just happened, what is so powerful."

The short and thin old man turned sharply and asked: "You just want that Jing Jiu to die? Even if he is your heir to the younger brother, why should you be so vigilant? Or ......... What other origin does he have?"

The young people knew that this sect ancestor had said so much nonsense in front of them, just want to ask this question, smiled without explanation.

The slender old man narrowed his eyes and asked, "Or, even if Jing Yang is dead, are you still afraid of him?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid of him, because I can't see through him. I never know what he wants and likes, except Dao Feisheng."

The young man picked up a few greens and put them in the red soup. After thinking about it, he put in the white soup that hadn't started to boil. He continued: "When he was a kid, I asked him many times, what color he likes and what he likes. Law, but there is never an answer. "

Many years ago, when Shang Defeng first started eating hot pot, he was a mandarin duck pot.

He ate red soup with those two traitors, and Jingyang ate white soup, and later turned into clear water.

No taste, no taste, no desire, no interest, but there is no weakness.

To say who he is most wary of in this world is not the two wicked people, nor anyone else, but Jingyang.

The young man thought that if he didn't die, he was really a little worried.

At the same time, he also wants to confirm whether Jing Jiu is Jingyang.

He was very sure about this, but now he has a lot of doubts about something.

(Everyone should see it. Jing Jiu is Aquarius and Yin San is Scorpio.)

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To the north of Baicheng, more than ten thousand miles away, is a real white world.

Snow and ice are everywhere.

Even the sky is gray.

A snow peak rises from the snow field, so high it is unimaginable, as if to pierce the sky.

The top of the peak is very close to the sky, the sun is extremely strong, and it is incandescent, but there is no heat, and the cold is extremely extreme.

Even the red magma spewing out of the ground, when it comes into contact with the air here, will be instantly frozen and crushed into sand and stone.

In fact, the Wanli Plain in front of this snow peak was formed like this.

There are no snow-footed beasts, no snow worms, no snow country creatures, and there is nothing.

However, if you feel carefully, you will find that this extremely cold world hides a touch of vitality.

That vitality is becoming more and more intense, giving people a vivid feeling.

Where does this vitality that is as fresh as the new year's sprouts come out at an unimaginable speed?

That vitality comes from the depths of this snowy peak.

The oldest, most powerful and highest order life of Chaotian Continent is there.

With a sense of supreme coercion, the road slowly swept across the boundless snowfield.

If you want, her consciousness can cover half of the continent.

Suddenly, she encountered another consciousness over a hundred thousand miles away.

That consciousness is weak, but it seems as if it has been seen somewhere.

A thunderous voice sounded.

Countless thick snow flows from the peaks, the snowfield vibrates and the picture is frightening and disturbing.

Xuelang ran toward the south, representing her will and emotions.

Strong and angry.

Dare to threaten me?

Humans like ants!

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Jing Jiu's body shook slightly and his face was pale. If his feet were not trapped in the cliff stone, he might have fallen off the cliff again.

In his current state, direct dialogue with this level of existence is very dangerous, and consciousness may collapse at any time.

His quantity and purity of true yuan far exceed those of practitioners in the same realm, but it takes up in such a short time.

His mind was also exhausted to the extreme, far more than when playing chess with Tong Yan.

The most troublesome thing is that a shallow crack appeared on the surface of his Jian Wan.

But he received enough information, and also transmitted his own information.

There are no words between them, just exchange of consciousness.

As a result of this negotiation, the surface information is a little vague, but in reality it is very clear.

If any of his actions are regarded as a threat by the other party.

The war will begin.