The Path Toward Heaven

The Zhongzhou faction and the Qingshan Sect have been competing for the right leader for many years, so naturally they are very concerned about each other's exercises.The old man was very aware of the breath of Qingshan swordsmanship, so when Jing Jiuyu's sword broke through the water, he saw through him that he was a disciple of Qingshan, and after a little thought, he calculated Jing Jiu's identity.

"The Qingshan Sect actually sent people to see the Emperor Ming privately. Do you want to collude with the Ming Ministry?"

The old man sneered and said, "Yes, that scourge had colluded before, which is also regarded as the tradition of your Qingshan Sect."

The charges of collusion with the underworld, no matter which practitioner can bear it.

Jing Jiuben wasn't going to say anything, he said in silence for a while: "I'm not Zhuo Rusui, you'd better confirm this."

The old man said blankly: "I don't care who you are. I only know that you are a disciple of Qingshan. The private meeting of the emperor is a death sentence, even if you escape. Tell me the purpose of your coming here and what you did, I You can not eat you, and it can make you live a good life in the demon prison. "

In any case, he could not let Jingjiu leave Zhenmo Prison, but after all, the conditions were given, and the conditions meant negotiations-Canglong was a Zhongzhou sentiment beast, standing above him, he would be willing to be young with other factions. Disciple had to say that Jing Jiu's Nether Immortal Sword really made him feel a little tricky.

But Jing Jiu will not agree to his terms.

The old man said with a cold voice: "This is my world, no matter how fast you can't run out, and if I really use all my strength, you will die long ago."

"Because this is your world, you can't use your full strength."

Jing Jiujing pointed out the plight of the old man and said, "And have you ever thought about why I have been running away and have not tried to fight back?"

He is using this chase to adapt to his body, just like learning to farm and cut vegetables in a small village.

The Nether Immortal Sword changed his body again. If it is placed in peacetime, it may take several years for him to fully grasp this change.

The mental pressure brought about by this chase has caused this process to be sharply compressed, and I believe it will end soon.

A god beast from the state of Mahayana is here to do sparring. This is something that can be encountered but not required and must be cherished.

The old man seemed to hear the most absurd words in the world and laughed out loud, full of ridicule.

Taking Jing Jiu's current state, not to mention defeating the Mahayana realm, he just wants to contend with it for a moment.

Nether Immortal Sword may bring him close to the old man, but how can he hurt the other?

On the contrary, in order to ensure safety, he must keep a sufficient distance from the old man.

So how does he fight back?

"The world in Zhenmo Hell is all you, so I can't escape anytime soon."

Jing Jiu looked at the old man and said, "Then it means that I just attack any place in the world, that is, I attack you."

The voice fell, his right wrist flicked, and the black iron sword screeched into the stone cliff beside him.

The surface of the stone cliff is blue and black, which is roasted by the perennial high temperature and hit by the wind, and the surface is like flowing lines.

Some lines split apart, exposing the pinkish stone skin inside, as disgusting as a rotten meat wall.

Jing Jiu's sword was unbiased and just inserted in the cracked opening.

The iron sword's unsharp blade pierced the pink stone skin directly, splashing a little bright red juice.

Not like blood, but more like magma.

The old man's body shook like a lightning strike, and his eyes were full of anger and shock. He shouted, "What do you want to do!"

"After you know that I am a disciple of Qingshan, I plan to use Soul Search directly, just to let me taste the suffering of Ling Chi."

Jing Jiu looked at him and said: "The hostility of the ancestors of Zhongzhou faction against Qingshan seems really serious."

The old man shouted sharply, "So what? I don't like these flying grasshoppers in your green mountains! It's annoying to watch, I wish I could burn you to death with a single fire!

Jing Jiu said: "Understood, I don't like the old man in Yunmeng Mountain. This is fair. If you want to hurt me, I will hurt you. It's fair."

At the beginning, the old man was going to swallow Jing Jiu, and then read his memory fragments with Soul Search.

Jing Jiu said at the time that all the pain he intended to impose on his disciples would be given back to him.

Jing Jiu's wrist moved slightly, the iron sword turned half a circle in the crack between the cliffs, the pink inner wall became worse, and the magma-like juice poured out.

The old man groaned, sweat beads poured out of his forehead, and was invisible by the wind, his voice trembling slightly.

"I am heaven and earth, extremely far away, this damage is not as good as mosquito bites, you think this pain will be ... Ah!"

Suddenly, he cried out in pain.

The terrible voice echoed in the second-tier world of Zhenmo Town in Guangyuan, which was extremely terrifying.

The old man clutched his abdomen and shouted sadly: "The sword is poisonous!"

The pink stone wall is decaying at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The cause of the ulcer is the green breath slowly released on the iron sword.

What poison can make a township beast so painful?

There is only one answer.

That is the poison of the beast itself.

That is the turquoise water of that pool.

Tie Jian was soaked in the pool water for three years. Instead of being corroded, he absorbed the toxins in the pool water.

Now this sword is like a ghost claw sticking out in the Stygian River. With a little scratching, it can make people feel uncomfortable.

The old man's pained face was pale, clutching his abdomen, staring at Jing Jiu and complaining: "Even the thief of Qingshan, even today with internal injuries, I will kill you, smash you tens of thousands of corpses, and restrain your soul Torment with gang wind at all times! "

From the time he said the four words of a small mountain thief, the town of demon prison has been a masterpiece of thunder, the wind is roaring, and the sand is flying.

The water in Bitan crossed the cliff like a waterfall and fell like a rainstorm.

Jing Jiu evaded between the violent breaths, like a candlelight in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time, but when he re-lighted up, he was far away.

Hundreds of thunders exploded at the same time, the dark town demon prison was illuminated, and the tree-like thickness of lightning turned into a forest in the desolate wilderness.

Jing Jiu could no longer avoid it. He fell heavily from the sky to the ground, two blood ran out of his ears, and his eyes became dim.

Previously, he had suffered minor injuries, and the reason why he was able to support it was because the old man had a lot of inconveniences in the demon prison, and many powerful magical powers were not available.

Now that the old man was ruthless by his means, he actually used the Mahayana supernatural powers directly, like a caesarean section.

The gap between the two sides is too great. Facing a mad mahayana powerhouse, he is a dead end.

Jing Jiu didn't even think about it, stab the iron sword in his hand into the ground around him.

The old man's painful and angry cries echoed again in the world.

A few miles away, the old man waved his sleeve in rage, and the wind came out of the ground, rolled up more than ten groups of thunder fire, and smashed Jing Jiu from all directions.

With a loud noise, Jing Jiu was flew to the cliff hundreds of feet away.

He wanted to get up but couldn't do it anymore, so he just sat there.

Half of the body was red with blood spewing from his mouth, and was burnt into black by the remaining Lei Wei.

At this time, he looked like a failed piece of Thunder Soul.

But he was still calm, unable to see any fear and restlessness, and backhanded his sword into the cliff.

If the old man was hit hard and was in great pain, he shouted sadly: "Go to death!"

While speaking, he grabbed countless lightning bolts in the night sky with trembling hands and pumped towards Jing Jiu.

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(Today is 8pm on August 8, 2018. I wish you all the best and everything is happy. Find a reason to be happy.)