The Path Toward Heaven

Chaoyang emerged for a while and was soon swallowed by the clouds.

I do n’t know if it ’s too cold.

Zhao Layue walked to Baicheng and looked back to the north.

Xueyuan was in front of her, Jing Jiu was in it, but she couldn't get in.

With her realm strength, even if she did not use it, she would not even pass through the cold mist, and she would die.

At this time, she needs help, but Qingshanzong does not allow her to enter, and naturally will not help her, so she can only go to that person.

Yuan Qi whale didn't want to care about her last night, but she directly broke the thing, so Yuan Qi whale still pointed her to a way.

That road leads to a temple.

There is only one temple in Baicheng, which is easy to find.

She walked to the temple, thinking that she could see the man, but unexpectedly saw the winter first, which was a little unexpected.

Sitting on the threshold during the winter, I don't know what I'm thinking.

A couplet hangs on both sides of the temple gate.

"Save the world, save the world, and seek the Buddha and the Tao."

Zhao Layue didn't even think about this couplet, but walked towards the temple.

While passing by, Winter Cross asked, "Is it hurt?"

Zhao Layue snorted and walked to the golden Buddha, squinting his eyes.

Although the light of the morning sun was dim and reflected by the gold paint, it was still dazzling.

The golden buddha was very wealthy, with a bare stomach and a squinting smile.

Her eyes fell on the knife in front of the Buddha.

The iron knife is as long as the beam of the house, I don't know how heavy it is.

Thinking of the rumors of this knife, Zhao Layue's eyes grew brighter, and some hope emerged.

Just where is the owner of this knife?

She turned and walked to the temple gate and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Winter said: "She is having a baby."

Zhao Layue was startled, and asked, "Who?"

Winter said: "Queen of Snow Country."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and asked, "What is the fog?"

"Those mists are her blood." Overwinter looked at the mists in the north and said, "This is the most important moment in her life, so she does not hesitate to consume blood and recall all the people, even if she doesn't want to be bothered. Will proactively initiate provocation. "

Zhao Layue said: "I read in the book that women are very painful to have children and will become very weak."

Winter said: "I have also read it in the book, because I have read it once with curiosity, it is really painful, and the mother will indeed become weak. I even wondered if this would be the weakest moment in her long life."

Zhao Layue said: "Since this is the case, why not call all the strong people in the practice world into the snowfield to kill her?"

"First of all, she is not born yet, and she has not yet reached the weakest point, no one knows how many years to wait."

Winter said: "Even if she was really born, do you think a few guys dare to go in and kill her?"

Zhao Layue didn't understand, was this not the best opportunity for the human race?

"If you gather all the strong people of the human race, even if you don't want those evil old guys, of course, you may kill her, even if she has no children."

Winter looked up at her and said calmly: "The problem is that maybe 90% of the participants will die, so who wants to give up the Changsheng Avenue and desperately?"

Zhao Layue said, "But someone will always do this."

Listening to this, the winter smiled and seemed a little relieved.

Many and many years ago, she was like Zhao Layue now, and she really contacted the strongest of the various denominations and spoke out her plans.

She even went to Yunmenghoushan and Qingshan Yinfeng.

However, apart from that idiot, no one responded to her.

Jing Yang gave the most absolute answer.

After that day, she never saw him again.

"For so many years, only that idiot has been working hard here. Have you ever seen them come here?"

Sitting on the threshold of the winter, pointing at the big things in the practice world after the clouds, with a look of contempt.

Zhao Layue looked at her and asked, "Who are you?"

With such an attitude toward the big figures such as the head of the Zhongzhou faction, Xihai sword god, and Yuanqi whale, using idiots to describe the swordsman is naturally impossible to be a young disciple of Shuiyuean.

No answer for winter.

A sigh sounded in the temple.

Ignored the winter.

Zhao Layue turned to look around, still not seeing anyone, and could not tell where the sound was coming from.

"I understand what you mean, but I can't help you."

The voice was thick and bright, echoed in the temple, as if it were everywhere, and it seemed like something was missing, which made the listener feel a sense of regret.

No one was seen, but Zhao Layue knew who the other party was.

She seriously saluted the temple and said, "Qingshan Zhao Layue has seen Master Daosheng."

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The master of the voice in the temple is Sword Saint.

He was a descendant of Guocheng Temple three generations ago, and was ordered to come to the north to join the wind sword teaching.

As an ordinary disciple of the wind sword, he won the Meihui Taoist Battle, but refused to return to Guocheng Temple to inherit the true abbot's mantra.

In the ensuing years, the weak students of the Wind Sword taught the Kunlun faction to become the most powerful sect in the northern part of the Chaotian mainland.

He himself has become one of the strongest in the spiritual world.

Even more awesome, he came to Baicheng, and then never left.

For countless years, he led the believers and believers, cooperated with the Zhenbei Divine Army, and fought against the invasion of the snow country monsters.

Looking at the world, he was the only one who dared to fight the Snow Queen, and he never stopped fighting.

In these years, he has never known how many times he has fought with the existence, and how many times he has been seriously injured.

Wind and Snow in Gudao Town.

Natural sanctification.

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Xidao Jianshen's swordsmanship is incomparably exquisite and comparable to gods, so it is called the sword god. The sword schools of Qingshanzong and Wuenmen never agree.

But in Chaotian Continent, no one dared not accept the title of Sword Saint.

Otherwise, you come.

With the exception of Jingyang, few people can convince Zhao Layue.

To say something disrespectful, she didn't even think about characters like Qingshan's head and Xihai Jianshen.

Do n’t you just live a few more years?

——If I can live for so many years, maybe who is stronger.

Sword St. She served.

Because she can't do such a thing.

So she was very serious when she saluted, and her posture was very low.

Dao Sheng said: "Since Master Feng is a real disciple of Jingyang, just meet my peers."

Zhao Layue stood up straight and asked, "Then I will ask me directly, why can't I help me?"

If anyone dares to go deep into the snowfield at this time and bring Jing Jiu out, then it must be the Saint of Blades.

He has this courage and this ability.

"I have been with her for so many years, and I have never felt a mental state like her. I am extremely sensitive, irritable, and irritable ... I have a feeling not to talk about temptation, or provocation, even the slightest movement will make her After misunderstanding, she will set off the most violent counterattack. To be precise, she may be mad. In that case, even if those people in the sky are willing to help, we really killed her. At least half of the entire human world is also People will be buried together. And if we do not move now, Northland should usher in the most peaceful period. She has to raise children, should she be busy? Then this period may be longer. "

After listening to this passage, Zhao Layue remained silent for a long time.

Compared with the peace that may last for decades or even longer in the northern mainland, let alone Jing Jiu and Bai Zao, no matter how important people are.

"Then wait like this? What happens when she has finished giving birth? At that time, the human race may need to face the two queens."

"The world of Xueguo is simpler than ours. There can only be a queen. When she raises her children, I believe they will play a game first, and they will win and lose. If the winner still wants to go south, then I will work with that. Bit hit. "

"You don't dare to go in now, could you beat her in the future?"

Everything makes sense, but it's still uncomfortable, even if it's Dao Sheng, she still wants to ridicule each other.

Dao Sheng's voice was calm, and even seemed a little sloppy.

"I can't beat it, I can't beat it in my life ... but I still have to fight it."

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Zhao Layue has nothing to say.

Sword Saint's voice did not sound again.

She walked back to the temple door, sat on the threshold, looked at the snowy field in the north, and said softly, "Do you wait like this?"

She asked the same question earlier. That time she said the Snow Queen, and this time Jing Jiu.

"That fog is too cold, no one can live, so there is no need to wait at all, but everyone always has to be worried and what they want to do."

Winter said: "Look at it, after a few days, all the people will leave, and the excitement of Baicheng will stop."

Zhao Layue said: "But Jing Jiu is not dead yet."

Winter said: "He is either dead, or is dying, in short, it is all dead."

Zhao Layue said: "No, you are all dead, he will not die."

After saying this, the temple became very quiet.

Two girls sat on the threshold.

Golden Buddha looked at them.

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Cold fog locks the snowfield.

Fa boat of various sects flew away one after another.

Zhao Layue asked Gu Qing and the youngster with the surname Yuan to leave with Qingshan Jianzhou, and he stayed.

Baicheng is getting colder and colder.

As soon as autumn arrived, there were several heavy snowfalls, the wells in the city were frozen through, and the kang was difficult to heat up, even the most devout believers were forced to leave.

Winter has gone.

Zhao Layue was still sitting on the threshold.

After the winter, it is spring, still cold.

Until midsummer came, the mist on the snowfield did not decrease, and finally Baicheng finally got more warmth.

The well water was gradually gradual, and the pear blossoms were blooming all over the city, but Jing Jiu did not return.

Zhao Layue stood up, with black braids hanging, much longer than last year.

She pulled up the black braid, cut it gently, threw it on the ground, and left.

Short wind and messy wind.

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The second volume of Su curtain is over