The Path Toward Heaven

(Mixed the color of Jing Jiu and Tong Yan's chess pieces, the manuscript has been changed, and the chapter does not want to wash away this chapter, so put it there first and give everyone a bow.)

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Mo Gong understood Jing Jiu's meaning and said, "The way is different."

Dadao is in front, but in the end failed to take that step, it is because he is cherishing the world, this is the sacrifice he is willing to make.

Jing Jiu had no opinion on this, but it was a bit regretful.

But for Mo Gong, Jing Jiu can see that he is only one step away from Heavenly Dao, but it shows a problem, which is what he has always worried about.

This famous idiot emperor is definitely not an idiot.

"When Shao Yue talked to me about His Majesty, I thought he was a little unclear. Now that he wanted to come, he knew that His Majesty was a real genius."

Mo Gong looked at Jing Jiu and sighed, "But for the sake of the world, we still have to ask your majesty to die today."

The world is more important, the country is lighter, and the monarch is lighter, so you can die.

This sentence seems indifferent, but in fact, if Thunder is qualified to write in the history book.

Jing Jiu didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it.

The same is true for Liu Shisui.

Tong Yan suddenly felt something was wrong.

Everything is in his plan.

Even if Mr. Zhang did not have the heart of being an emperor, he needed a certain amount of time and energy to calm down the enthusiasm within the bureaucracy. Moreover, Cangzhou had prepared many things to keep the court busy.Mo Gong entered the palace, and Jing Jiu had no chance of surviving. Why can he still be so calm now?

Tong Yan's eyes fell on the chessboard, and suddenly saw a lot of birth and death in the meantime, his right hand subconsciously gripped the wheelchair armrest.

He Huo Ran raised his head, staring at Jing Jiu and said, "This is impossible!"

Jing Jiu said, "It's not impossible."

Tong Yan was silent for a while and said: "Since you wanted to kill me from the beginning, Zhuo Rusui should have arrived by this time."

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, I don't know where he is."

Tong Yan said: "Zhuo Rusui is willing to listen to your arrangement, indicating that he has not forgotten those past events, nor has he, and Qingshan Zong is really amazing."

He vaguely guessed the identity of the guardian of the unfaithful disciple, but there was no evidence.

"Forgetting is not because of red dust, but the power of time."

Jing Jiu said: "If you can't surpass time, you will always be a slave to time, and disciples from Qingshan cannot be slaves."

Hearing this sentence, Mo Gong thought deeply and said, "The so-called wish is also a shackle, and should be taken off like a dress."

Jing Jiu said, "It's the same thing."

Mo Gong looked to Xueting and found that he could not see the depth of the young emperor. He suddenly said, "If that is the case, why do you insist? Or maybe you can have a better ending today."

The voice fell, and the cold wind rose from the snow. He disappeared from the place, and he came to the pavilion at the next moment. His hands fell on Tong Yan's wheelchair.

Looking at the scene, Liu Shisui looked down slightly, and slowly lowered the umbrella in his hand.

The opponent's state is too high. If he shot to His Majesty at that moment, he could not stop it.

Mo Gong pushed Tong Yan's wheelchair to the palace gate.

The wheels crushed the snow and made a creaking sound, which was not unpleasant.

"You can give up killing me, but I won't."

Jing Jiu's calm voice rang under the pavilion.

Mo Gong stopped.

Tong Yan raised her eyebrows and said, "The bachelor will not let you kill me. He is a person who wants to be in the history of youth, and he will record today in his history books."

Jing Jiu said, "I don't care."

Whether it is a record in a history book or an idea of ​​a bachelor, or something else, he does not care.

Suddenly there were several muffled sounds outside the palace gate, as well as the sound of fighting.

Those eunuchs who had been in Cangzhou for more than ten years in the palace fell into the red snow.

With the intensive footsteps, I don't know how many guards and imprisoners surrounded the main hall, and then the knocking sounded.

"Your Majesty, the palace is flat, please calm down, Rong Chen persuaded Mo Gong to leave!"

An old and anxious voice came from outside the palace gate.

Mo Gong looked back at Jing Jiu in the Xueting.

Jing Jiu did not speak.

Academician Zhang once again shouted loudly outside the palace gate: "Your Majesty, please think twice! Please Mo Gong think twice!"

Tong Yan looked at the palace gate not far away and said, "He wo n’t let you kill me, and you wo n’t kill me. If I die, Jing Wang will take a large army to the Qin Kingdom. The resources and power of the year will all be in the hands of Bai Qianjun. By then no one in the world can stop him, you can only admit defeat. "

Jing Jiu said: "I said, I don't care."

Tong Yan said: "What's the use even if you win the game and kill me? In the end this world chess is not my victory?"

Jing Jiu said: "You underestimated your importance. The final victory of this question is between you and me, right under the pavilion, not in the world."

Tong Yan remained silent for a long time, and said, "I am so proud of you when you say so, but I don't understand why you value me so much."

"You understand, even if you didn't understand it, you should understand it at this time. Otherwise, why would you give up such a good opportunity and suggest that Mo Gong took you away?"

Jing Jiu said: "... and this is why I must kill you."

Tong Yan was silent.

Yes, it is his idea to let Mo Gong give up killing Jun, because he guessed something shocking, he had to tell Shimei about it.

Otherwise, this question may usher in an unimaginable ending.

Unfortunately, he gave up his chance to kill Jing Jiu so decisively, but Jing Jiu did not want him to leave.

Tong Yan looked at the palace gate not far away, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure you can kill me?"

Jing Jiu is in the snow pavilion, Liu Shisui is beside the pavilion, Zhuo Rusui does not know where.

Mo Gong was pushing a wheelchair. He was sitting in a wheelchair, only a few steps away from the palace gate, and could leave at any time.

Mo Gong is the strongest person in the world. The talents of the Qingshan disciples are so talented. Even if they start practicing after they have given birth, how can they be their opponents?

Tong Yan said quietly in his heart: Even if you can fight yourself, you will definitely die.

Yes, this is the final outcome.

The snow had long since stopped, the cold wind screamed, and the lead-like clouds were blown away, and the beautiful and cold sunlight shed on the Imperial City.

There were faint sounds of fighting and riots outside the Imperial City.

The anxious voice of the university clerk is at the outer gate of the palace, but it also seems to be in a very distant place.

There was silence around the snow pavilion.

The real world is also dead.

The practitioners outside the Echo Valley looked at the pictures in the sky and looked extremely nervous, waiting for the first confrontation between the Qingshan Sect and the Zhongzhou faction at the questioning conference.

Tong Yan said: "Leave."

His voice was calm and his tone was calm, just like the guests said goodbye to their master.

Jing Jiu said, "Kill."

The shadow at the gate of the palace changed slightly, and a person jumped from the inside, with a fierce and powerful murderousness, and cut to the child's face on the wheelchair.

Can Xue is the white cloth he covered on his face, and the shadow is his body.

Zhuo Rusui had always been waiting here.

From the beginning, Jing Jiu never thought of leaving Tong Yan alive.

Tong Yan's expression was indifferent, and he took a firecracker from his sleeve with his right hand, pulled the trigger without hesitation, and smashed a rune with his left hand.

He had watched the palace gate for a long time, and also made a long preparation.

Mo Gong seemed to have great confidence in the weak King Shizi and ignored Zhuo Rusui and disappeared directly from the back of the wheelchair.

When he appeared again, he had come to the snow pavilion.

With a sound of Long Yin, the famous sword came out of the sheath.

Han Jian turned into a ray of light and stabbed forward.

Jing Jiu didn't move.

Liu Shisui didn't know when he came to him.

Han Jian broke into his chest and brought up a line of blood, which was only left outside by half.

Liu Shisui didn't give Mo Gong a chance to drop his sword. His hands fell like iron and he held the sword.

He didn't use the Qing Dynasty, but the Chengtian swordsmanship.

Blood oozed from between his palm and Jian Feng.

He knew that he was not an opponent of Mo Gong. He never thought of fighting, but just wanted to leave the opponent's sword for a moment.

The two sides chose the same tactics, that is, use their weaker to lock the other's strongest.

It only depends on how long Tong Yan can stand under the crazy attack of Zhuo Rusui, and whether Liu Shisui can lock Mo Gong's sword.

Mo Gong felt a wonderful power from the young guard's hands, as if turning into a real scabbard, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Since you can't pull the sword, then move forward.

Mo Gong screamed and stomped forward. Han Jian entered Liu Shisui's body as much as possible, and then came out, pointing directly at Jing Jiu under the pavilion.

Liu Shisui's blood flowed like a note, and he kept going backwards.

A crackling sound.

Han Jian stabbed into the Pavilion Pillar.

Jing Jiu is not there.

In the sound of the click, Xueting collapsed.

Mo Gong looked back in shock.

Outside the palace gate, the roaring loud noise has not been cut off, the pungent smell of burnt is spreading, and in the fuzzy smoke, blood can be seen flying like a waterfall.

The combination of that flame and Fu Bao can produce extremely great power.

Tong Yan was naturally weak in this life, unable to go further on the spiritual path, so he made a lot of preparations in this regard, and actually broke Zhuo Rusui's arm in one fell swoop.This still couldn't stop Zhuo Rusui from killing him, but at least he won some time, as long as Mo Gong could kill Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui, he could turn his head to save him.

Unfortunately, there is no chance.

A pretty palm print appeared on the back of the wheelchair.

The palm print penetrated the steel material and was directly printed on Tong Yan's back.

Blood flowing like a waterfall comes not only from Zhuo Rusui's broken arm, but also from Tong Yan's lips.

This is naturally Jing Jiu shot, the question is how did he get there from Xueting?

More puzzling is, where did he go at this time?

Mo Gong suddenly felt a little cold and then felt very cold, as if there were countless cold winds lingering around his body and mind.

He looked at his body and found hundreds of tiny holes in it, bleeding.

Those blood holes are so small that even snow particles can't enter, but the cold wind can enter.

The flesh and blood gradually refilled the small holes, but the damage could not be recovered. The true energy dispersed like silk into the world, and so was the vitality.

Mo Gong looked at the gradually disappearing blood holes, and there were many puzzles in his heart. The emperor's state was extraordinary, but it was not higher than himself ...

The cold wind returned, and Jing Jiu reappeared in the snow, his face pale.

Mo Gong stared at him blankly and asked, "How can you be so fast?"