The Path Toward Heaven

Qin Huang woke up and looked at Jing Jiu who was standing in front of Ding. He lost his soul and murmured, "This is impossible, how can the rules be broken?"

Jing Jiu turned his head and looked at him, feeling that this question was really stupid.

The meaning or goal of monasticism is to break the rules, get rid of the shackles, and soar into the sky.

If you count on God's mercy or permission, and the sky and thunder do not fall, it is impossible. You must not be afraid of the sky and thunder before you can cut it out.

This is true whether in the real world or in the illusion.

From the first day he was reincarnated in the palace of the Chu Kingdom, he heard nothing in his mind, and he had not thought about anything.

What he wants is-to win the trip!

Becoming a co-owner of the world and getting the identity of the so-called god has no meaning, because that is still the hope in the world, or other people.

As long as you can break the rules and break the upper limit of this world, this tripod is naturally his.

In the eyes of many people, including Qin Emperor, this is impossible, but in his view, it is something that all questioners should do.

The world in Qingtianjian remains unchanged, and the inquirer comes from the outside world, as long as he can keep the Tao heart clear, there should not be that line in his eyes.

How can the rules here bind them with truth?

This matter is simple to say, but it is very difficult. Except for a character like Jing Jiu who has a clear heart and ignores years of wind and rain, who can do it?

"Even if you break the rules, how can you get the Xianlu?"

Qin Huang shouted unwillingly at his back: "If you get the recognition of the angel, he will give you the fairy mortal, who can give you now!"

The decoration on the surface of the bronze tripod exudes immortality, and the immortal mortal will be there in the hope of coming, but as Qin Huang said, how should Jing Jiu take it out?

"The rules are the decoration of the world. After disappearing, everything will be real."

Jing Jiu ignored Qin Huang and looked at Bronze Ding and said, "It turns out that you are Xianlu."

After saying this, he reached out to take the trip.

When his finger was still some distance away from the bronze tripod, he suddenly stopped.

He slowly withdrew his right hand and looked quietly at the bronze tripod, silent for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking or waiting for.

Qin Huang looked at his back, and there were countless suspicions and uneasiness in his heart.

I don't know how long after that, Jing Jiu changed his left hand and reached the bronze tripod again.

Now that he has made a decision, he has no hesitation. His movements, like the lightest wind and the fastest lightning, hold the bronze tripod.

In the past thirty years, he has seen this bronze tripod in the small temple many times, and he has held it many times. He is sure to be just an ordinary bronze tripod.

But this time he felt a clear difference.

An extremely powerful fairy atmosphere.

There is also a very subtle and faint thought.

The bronze tripod suddenly disappeared.

Jing Jiu's expression became serious, his left hand clenched into a fist.

Countless bright rays of light came out of his hands, directly illuminating his palms with translucency, even the bones were clear.

The picture is beautiful and strange.

Those rays of light have a very delicate and elegant atmosphere, seemingly mild, but they don't know how much power is hidden.

Jing Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly, his body trembling.

The pain he actually suffered at this time was far greater than what he showed.

This is the impact of Xianjia breath!

If you switch to another person who asked the Tao, even Zhao Layue, who is the most determined Dao, has to let go of her palm.

Jing Jiu didn't let go, his face grew paler, like paper.

A bird's song came from far away from the summit, as if it were a warning.

A blood spilled from the corner of his lips, but he refused to let go.

In the far deep space, maybe even from another world, an extremely clear bell came.

Jing Jiu's eyes were clearer, almost indifferent, and he sipped.

"Close!"

A crackling sound.

It's like a book being closed.

A loud noise.

Hundreds of dull thunders sounded at the same time and then dissipated instantly.

Bu Zhoushan shook violently as if it would collapse in the next moment.

The gravel ruins at the top of the peak floated up and spread rapidly towards the surroundings.

The same is true of the distant sea of ​​clouds.

Countless things are pushed back to the edge of space by an invisible and grand force!

The blue becomes more blue, the clear becomes more clear.

There was a void at the top of the peak.

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Jing Jiu stood in the center of the void and looked towards the sky.

He found that the sky seemed thinner, and that was closer.

Then he looked down at the ground and found that the ground seemed thicker, which was also closer.

This means that the world seems to be a few points closer than before.

Then he looked down at his left hand.

His left hand was still clenched into a fist, and a faint hint of faintness emanated from his fingers.

Those immortals are very weak, except that no one should be able to perceive them.

Xianlu was in hand, and it was time to leave.

He looked up, from the blue sea in the east to the Chu capital in the west, and finally fell in the mountains, and found that the blue leaves turned red again.

"gone."

I don't know who this sentence was said to.

He took a step towards the void.

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Yunmeng Mountain.

Echo Valley.

Louhoudong House.

Qing Tian Jian.

Many eyes fell on Jing Jiu's body.

The moment he stood up from the futon, all the interrogators knew that something big was about to happen.

Jing Jiu suddenly moved and took a step forward.

Then he opened his eyes and woke up.

He looked around and saw Liu Shisui, Bai Zao, Tong Yan, Zhuo Rusui, and some inquirers who did not remember their names.

Including Tong Yan, all the inquirers bowed to him in congratulations.

Jing Jiu nodded his head, looked at Liu Shisui, and then walked outside the cave.

The small colored glass bell sounded and followed behind him.

Looking at this scene, everyone was surprised.

When the inquirer returns from the illusion of Qingtianjian, he will inevitably feel awkward. Even a character like Xi Yiyun needs a moment to truly calm down.

Who can be so calm like him, he does not need time to dispel the transformation of the real and illusory, just like the past decades have not existed!

"Stop for me!"

Suddenly there was an angry scream in the cave house.

People turned and looked.

Sitting on the futon, Bai Qianjun had already opened his eyes and woke up, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

"You are out of order! I don't agree!"

Tong Yan frowned slightly, and became thicker.

He knew that the sister was inconvenient to say at this time and was ready to speak.

No one thought that Bai Qianjun had just come out of the illusion at this time, still carrying the violent nature of Qin Huang, and he was extremely confused when he was in a trance.

He came to Jing Jiu with his escape from the world, and punched him with a punch!

His fist exudes a faint white light, with a very mysterious and powerful breath.

Jing Jiu turned around and made a simple punch.

Bai Zao secretly said that Jing Jiu didn't know that his brother had used this magic weapon of life, but actually greeted him with a fist. He was afraid to suffer a big loss.

She had too much faith in Jing Jiu, and she never thought of getting her own shot. It was too late to offer Nanping Bell at this time.

Qingshan Zongxiu is a sword, and Zhongzhou is a Xuanmen Daoist. He is not strong in strength, but as a practitioner, he is stronger than iron, and his fists are like hammers.When everyone wants to come, when two fists meet, there will inevitably be a thunderous roar. No one thought that the next thing that sounded through Dongfu was actually a cry ...

"Click!"

The click was very crisp, like the freshly picked fruit was forcibly opened by a teenager, and it was like the fresh sugar cane was broken from it.

In fact, this sound is more like a table and chair in disrepair that is crushed by people.

It's like the little temple on the peak of Mount Zhou.

In the click, Bai Qianjun's fist was shaken, his five fingers were cut off, and his life magic weapon split into pieces.

That unimaginable horror force followed his arms and shattered his arm bones and shoulder blades one after another, and the sternum was cracked with countless gaps.

This is the case.

Bai Qianjun was blown away by a punch and fell heavily in Qingtianjian, spraying countless blood.

There was silence in the cave house.

People looked at Jing Jiu in shock.

It is well known all over the world, especially after the sword fight with Zhuo Rusui, Jing Jiu is arguably the strongest among the younger generation of practitioners.But Bai Qianjun is also a young genius secretly cultivated by the Zhongzhou faction for many years. According to the truth, the gap between the two sides is certainly not so big.

Why does Jing Jiu and Bai Qianjun fight so powerfully?

This is definitely not a problem of the realm gap, nor is it the reason why Jianyuan is abundant.

People's eyes fell on Jing Jiu's fist and found that he used a left fist.

Tong Yan remembered one thing—Jing Jiu's left hand was always holding after waking up from Qingtianjian's illusion, never letting go.

Thinking of the last picture in the illusion, he suddenly gave birth to a strange conjecture. Did Jing Jiu not put away the Xianlu, but kept holding it in his hand?

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(I know I have n’t written enough recently, but I coughed enough ~ I ’m not naughty anymore. I ’ll say it seriously. It ’s very interesting.

Tomorrow, I will end the illusion, and I will talk to you a few words about my feelings and thoughts at the time of writing.)