The Path Toward Heaven

The big jade disk in the shadow is the Qilin of the Zhenshan god of the Zhongzhou school.

Hearing Bai Zhenren's words, Kirin's eyes were even colder, the killing intent seemed to be substantive, and he obviously wanted to kill Jing Jiu.

"Xianlu cannot be refined, he is a dead person, you don't have to shoot it yourself."

Bai Zhenren said indifferently: "You and I don't know about this matter."

"Jianling has a problem, do you want to call it out and ask?" Kirin said with his consciousness.

"It's going to be a demon, why bother asking?"

Bai Jinren reached out and grabbed something into the night sky.

That object is Qing Tian Jian, but I do not know what way she used to shrink it into a small disc that can be held in her hand.

Countless cold extremes overflowed from Bai Zhenren's fingers, and the surface of Qingtianjian gradually froze.

This layer of Xuan Bing seems extremely thin, but it is extremely hard, even the fairy sword is difficult to cut.

She waved the frozen Qingtianjian into the deep veins of Yunmeng Mountain.

Hundreds of years later, Jian Ling dissipated, the illusion restarted, or Qing Tian Jian could see the sun again.

Looking at the scene, a look of satisfaction appeared in Kirin's eyes, and he felt that it was the most appropriate treatment.

Bai Zhenren left Dongfu and came to the height of Yunmeng Mountain. The breath became colder, as if it had become an indestructible, chilling snow mountain.

This time I asked the conference, the purpose of the Zhongzhou faction is to find a successor for Xianlu, as long as it is strong enough, no matter who it is.

But since it was the Qingshan disciple who got the Xianlu, the heir would become the bearer.

There is only one word difference between the heir and the bearer, but the experience is very different.

As she said to Qilin, that person will be controlled by the Xianlu and become a puppet, unless the other party can refine the Xianlu.

Looking at the world, who can refine the Xianlu?

Thinking of this problem, a faint alert appeared deep in her eyes.

The gray shadow that escaped from the town demon prison, the Emperor Hades released, asked for decades that he had only been thinking about the practice of breaking through the borders, and the top of the mountain broke the void ...

Is it really you?

Are you still alive?

Then should you die this time?

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Numerous traces have been cut on the floor, walls, and door frames of the Molt House. It looks like dense runes. The sky falls on it and is reflected in various strange shapes.

Jing Jiu was lying in a bamboo chair, his right index finger slowly whirling on the door frame, feeling the wonderful touch, looking at Nan Wang ’s back, and wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly a mountain breeze spawned between the cliffs, blowing the drifting clouds, breaking a vacant void, and seeing the blue shirt flashing.

Nan forgets to salute.

Liu Ci, the leader of Qingshan, came in from outside the cliff.

He is undoubtedly the pinnacle of Chaotian Continent, but there is nothing special except for his tall body.

He wore an ordinary cloth, his brows were gentle, and his expression was gentle, like a sword in a sheath, without sharp edges.

Of course, his breath is broad and inclusive, like a sword sheath, able to bear everything.

Liu Ci waved his hand to signal Nan Wang to leave.

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly, Jinse sword moved, converged his sword strings, then turned around and snorted.

Seeing how she was leaving angrily, Liu Cizhong smiled indulgently, and then noticed that Jing Jiu also had a faint smile on her face.

Liu Ci was a little surprised. To know that this kind of faint smile, for Jing Jiu, it has been regarded as the most spoiled.

In this way, in the seventy years of Qing Tian Jian, there have been some changes.

Liu Ci robe sleeve slightly moved, Chengtian sword intentions spread out, an invisible sword array, enveloped the shed house.

Even if the Qilin of Yunmengshan dived close, he could not hear his next conversation with Jing Jiu.

"The longevity immortal mortal is not a delicacy, it is a positive mortal."

Without any clamor and preface, Jing Jiu said directly.

Liu Ci said: "The first ancestor Bai left three masters and three deputies. Later, when suppressing the Emperor Ming, he used a righteous trap, and asked the meeting that he actually took out a righteous trap, what did they want to do?

The Xianlu is a true magic weapon of the Xian family. Only the Zhongzhou faction has it in the world today. It is the legacy left by the white-blade fairy.

If the immortal energy in the deputy porch is enough for ordinary people, it is enough to wash the roots and replace bones, and embark on the avenue of spiritual practice. If the practitioners get it, they can extend their lives for decades.There are more immortals in Zhenglu, and more importantly, there is a possibility that the immortality of Bai Xian Bai is likely to remain in it, which is the highest way for practitioners to understand heaven and earth, and ascend to Tao.

Liu Ci didn't understand it. Even if the Zhongzhou School wanted to be the leader of the right path, why did he take out a fairy mortal as a reward for asking questions.

Now that he knew it was Zhengluo, it made him even more strange.

It was absolutely reluctant to replace him as the leader of the Castle Peak.

What exactly do Zhongzhou factions want to do?

Immortals are not in the world, no one has contacted with Xianlu, and logically speaking, no one can guess the ideas of the Zhongzhou School, but Jing Jiu is an exception.

He said: "Xianyi is a fairy consciousness left by White Blade. She may return from the outside world through some kind of Taoism."

Liu Ci thought about the scene when the Emperor Hades was suppressed, and his expression suddenly dignified, and said: "Seize the house?"

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, it is similar to what your master thought, so the Zhongzhou faction needs to choose the strongest and most suitable Taoist body, first use the fairy knowledge to secretly control, and then wait for the moment to arrive."

Liu Ci felt inexplicable and said, "It's not easy to go out. What do you do when you come back?"

Jing Jiu said: "It's just an immortal consciousness, and the one who comes back will not be all of her."

Looking at the Yunmeng Mountains beyond the cliff, Liu Ci shook his head and said, "The way of Zhongzhou is always so sticky."

Jing Jiu said: "For the Zhongzhou faction, this is a hidden thunder. If something happens in the future, the thunder will come and no one can resist it."

Even though the White-Blade Fairy who returned to the Heavenly Continent through the Xianlu is only an avatar, it is still not something that the monks on the mainland can resist.

Fairies are fairies, and 1 percent of fairies are fairies.

Liu Ci said: "I really want to see what might happen when Lei Luo falls."

Jing Jiu said: "Can't fall, because of her bad luck, Xianlu fell in my hand."

Liu Ci said, "What are you going to do?"

Jing Jiu said: "Of course, this immortal refining was refined, so that she could not come back."

Liu Ci looked at his eyes and said, "You know it's very difficult."

Jing Jiu looked at Zuoquan and said, "Since it's already in my hands, that's the only way to do it."

Liu Ci said: "If you can really refine this fairy bin, Yunmeng Mountain will surely be able to guess your identity."

Jing Jiu calmly asked: "I am a bad person?"

Liu Ci said indifferently: "Not a good person, but also not a bad person."

Jing Jiu said: "Since this is the case, what if the world guesses my identity?"

Only a few people in the world know his true identity.

Zhao Layue or vaguely guessed, but since she refused to pick out, he regarded her as unaware.

Just like the one in Shui Yuean.

His true identity was revealed, and what really affected was the reputation of Qingshan.

The uncle Shizu who succeeded in ascension and the uncle Shizu who failed and reincarnated in reincarnation are two different things.

Liu Ci said: "Have you thought about how to refine this fairy mortal?"

Jing Jiu said, "I'm thinking."

Liu Ci said: "In the process of your thinking, that fairy knowledge will occupy your Dao body, control your Dao heart, how to stop it?"

Jing Jiu said: "If it is not feasible, I will cut off my left hand."

Liu Ci looked at his left hand and said, "Actually, I have a very good way to hold your fist with something to ensure that nothing will happen."

Jing Jiu narrowed his eyes and looked at him and said, "You know I won't agree."

Liu Ci smiled and said, "I just talk about what you are in a hurry."

Jing Jiu said, "Send me back to Qingshan as soon as possible."

Liu Ci's eyes fell on his left hand again, knowing that he actually did not have complete confidence to refine this fairy .

The cracks on the floor of the Molt House suddenly shuddered, and then floated up slightly, becoming lines visible to the naked eye.

Liu Ci's eyes were calm but focused, like a pool without wind.

Jing Jiu knew what he was going to do, raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not refuse.

Countless swords fell on his left hand, wrapped densely and layered on top of each other, like making an invisible glove.

No trace of immortal energy can flow from Jing Jiu's fingers, and no sensitive animal can smell it.

This is the Chengtian swordsmanship of the main peak of the Qingshan Mountain, and it is also the highest order formation of the continent. It seems invisible, but it is qualitative.

Jing Jiu admitted that no matter whether he or his brother, Cheng Tianjian was not as good at learning Liu Ci, Gu Qing's talent was still a little worse, just to see if he could think of other ways.

He asked: "Is the rule-breaking thing solved?"

Liu Ci said: "Otherwise what am I doing here? Knowing that you have never taken the usual path."

Jing Jiu said: "Since Zhongzhou sent out Xianlu this is the idea, it will not hinder, as the path I chose is the only one, not intentional."

Liu Ci shook his head and said, "Master said that when playing cards back then, you have a different number of ways, and you have some ribs."

Jing Jiu said, "We haven't played cards in three hundred years, right?"

Liu Ci was silent for a while, saluting and said: "Yes, Uncle Shi."

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(Today is sister sandbag, beacon, Chen Changsheng ’s birthday, I wish them a happy birthday, tomorrow is Butterfly Blue ’s birthday, I wish them together, and my teeth are so uncomfortable ...)