The Path Toward Heaven

Zhao Layue was startled and said, "What's the matter?"

The expressions of Gu Qing and Yuan Qu are also at a loss.

Desather looked at them helplessly and said, "Although spiritual practice is important, can you please care a little bit about the major events in the spiritual world?"

Zhao Layue thought that according to Dao Sheng, Xueguo should not invade south within a hundred years. The Ministry of the Underworld has also been quite quiet in recent years. What is the big deal?

"Su Ziye didn't know what was wrong with his brain. He left Lengshan and went to Yizhou. As a result, he met an assassin in the restaurant. The assassin disguised as a prostitute ..."

Desser explained the assassination in detail.

Gu Qing and Yuan Qu looked at each other with some surprise, because Zhao Layue listened very seriously.

Desser thought about the ingenious layout of the assassination, the coldness of the start, he couldn't help but feel cold, said with emotion: "Bulao Lin is really terrible."

"Is he dead?"

Zhao Layue rarely showed interest in someone.

She heard the name Su Ziye many years ago.

Xuanyin Sect's talent for cultivation is extremely exaggerated in rumors, and even Luohuain is said to be inferior to him.

Desai said: "I don't know, according to the situation at that time, he should definitely die, but so far no one has found the body."

The cave house became quiet and the atmosphere was a little weird.

Luo Huainan and Su Ziye are two of the strongest young people in the spiritual world, one is right and the other is evil.

Who could have imagined that they all encountered an assassination.

One is dead, the other is unknown.

This is indeed a very emotional thing.

Dese Si thought that the strange atmosphere in the Dongfu was derived from this, but did not know that Zhao Layue, Gu Qing and Yuan Qu thought much more than this.

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The southwestern continent is a bad mountain with bad waters, continuous mountains and rivers, and sometimes heavy rains and droughts. The production is extremely scarce and the population is naturally scarce.

In principle, this should be a quiet place that practitioners like, but the problem is that there is no spiritual vein here, and the scenery is not very good.

Between the cliffs, a dark shadow is moving at an unimaginable speed, no matter how steep the stone walls can not delay the speed.

The dry branches were crushed, the wet moss was trampled into mud, and the mountain eagle, which could not be avoided, was knocked off.

Arriving in a dark jungle, the man stopped and threw his companion to the ground, untied the hip flask and poured two big mouths before he began to breathe heavily.

The companion covered his head with a black cloth and sat up hard, leaning against the tree and said in a mute voice: "Give me two."

"You are already poisoned, and drink a fart!"

The man was very burly, with a beard on his face, because the drinking was too quick, and the wine was sprinkled on it, and the stars were like dewdrops.

His eyes were very clean and he looked like dewdrops.

The world is second, He Zhan.

The man under the tree untied the black cloth and showed his face.

His face was actually green, with a faint luster, like hardened plaster, and looked extremely strange, like a ghost.

He Zhan's expression remains the same, it should be seen more.

The man's voice was very hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been cut with a knife: "This poison has cured me so badly, is that still a bit of wine?"

He Zhan's eyes dimmed, he heard the companion's intention, and threw the flask over.

The man took two sips from the jug. Although he said that he was free and easy, he drank very carefully, and did not sprinkle a little wine, which seemed elegant.

"I don't know if there is an assassin of Lao Lin nearby. I only know that no one but me is willing to help you."

He Zhan said with some anger and said, "If you make more friends like me, why would you fall to this point?"

The man smiled and said, "A friend is still called a cult disciple?"

He Zhan was too lazy to take care of him and said, "Baotong Buddhist Temple is closer to here."

The man said: "Don't forget that I am the young master of Xuanyin Sect."

It turned out that he was Su Ziye.

"Your father has been paralyzed and paralyzed for many years. Now that you have an accident, he should be very difficult to protect himself."

He Zhan mocked: "Xuanyin Sect is already someone else's, you are still a young master."

Su Ziye thought about it and said, "What you said makes sense."

"What the hell are you?" He Zhan frowned.

It is important to know that ordinary poisons are difficult for practitioners, not to mention that the Xuanyin Sect is best at all kinds of magic skills and poisons.

"I can feel that the poison is cadaveria. Bu Lao Lin seems to understand the Xuan Yin Sect's skills, but it should have been seasoned by others."

Su Ziye said: "It doesn't matter, the key is that the methods of the assassins are really remarkable, and Lao Lin is really powerful."

He Zhan asked: "Why doesn't Lao Lin kill you?"

Su Ziye said: "A lot of people in Lengshan don't look good to me. The old guys in Perry even wanted me to die. Not to mention you righteous people, there are many people who can afford the price. How do I know who it is. "

He Zhan was annoyed and said: "Knowing that so many people want you to die, you are still so careless, a person appeared in Yizhou."

Su Ziye did not answer his question, closed his eyes and began to rest, said: "Get me some barbecue to eat."

He Zhan's footsteps sounded and went away.

Su Ziye's face was slightly twisted, like green leaves that were crumpled together, and it seemed very painful.

He didn't open his eyes.

There was darkness in front of me.

It is the bonfire that lights up the darkness.

Last year, the flames of the bonfire were dozens of feet high, illuminating the dark canyon.

This is the ritual of Xuanyin ancestor worship.

A young man who didn't know where to come from, wanted to challenge him.

The young man was seriously injured by him and escaped.

His vigilance did not relax.

Because the young man used the most authentic Xuanyin Sect.

The ancient atmosphere with the meaning of years is so clear.

He remembered it very well, when the eyes of the old guys all lighted up.

He wanted to find out what was going on.

So after knowing the whereabouts of the young man, he left Lengshan without hesitation and came to Yizhou.

In order to keep it secret, none of his subordinates brought it.

Now the clue is naturally false.

It was not Lao Lin who gave it to him deliberately.

He could clearly feel the toxin circulating in the meridians, slowly eroding the body, and was almost approaching the magic tire.

At that moment he will die.

The young man should have returned to Lengshan at this time, and the old guys in the party were regarded as masters.

What about father?Is he dead at this time?Or is it going to be humiliated but unable to die, which is more miserable than it is now?

I really hope the latter.

Su Ziye thought so, listening to the sound of footsteps, and slowly opened her eyes.