The Path Toward Heaven

Those breaths that are fresher than the spring and softer than the alcohol are all fairy spirits.

Most of the immortal energy was poured into the body of the winter, and some of it was distributed outside the quiet room.

All the flowers and trees in the temple began to bloom, and the koi in the lake began to rejoice.

The Shuiyue'an Formation method was started.A veil of light about tens of feet square, fluttering in the sky, looks like a huge handkerchief.If He Zhan sees this scene, he should think of his Huanxi Sha, but this formation is of course many times more powerful than Huanxi Sha.

Xianqi is pure to slight, even if there is a big isolation, it is inevitable that the leak will go out in the slightest.

The hills near Shuiyue Temple instantly turned green, and wildflowers grew gradually, spreading into the distance at a speed visible to the naked eye, and looked like a real miracle.

When those immortals came to the side of the Tongtianjing dozens of miles away, it was already indistinct, and it was easy to inspire the scripture spells in the mountains when they were engraved around them. The bottomless gloomy cave heard the sound of burning things and countless faint screams.

The ghosts and ghosts in the Tongtianjing were seriously injured and let out a whimper of fear, and then the sound faded away, and they dared not stop at the surface and peer into the world.

I don't know how long it took, the golden light in Shuiyue Temple's quiet room gradually disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

Over the winter, she still slept with her eyes closed, but her face was no longer so pale, and there were more beautiful blushes.

Jing Jiu knew that there should be no problem.

In the bottom of the West Sea for several years, she was cut by the sword god of the West Sea, her meridians and vitality were cut off, and it was logically impossible to survive anymore, but her will and mood were too strong, with the help of Jing Jiu. Supported until now.

The immortal consciousness attached to the immortal mortal has been completely refined, leaving only the purest immortal qi.

With so many amounts of immortal energy pouring into her body, even serious injuries can be cured.

He walked out of the quiet room and said goodbye to the Lord.

Lord Shui Yue'an is like an ordinary girl, and her mind is not much different from that of an ordinary girl.

Seeing him rescue her sister, she was a little grateful. Seeing that he was going to say goodbye at this time, she was unhappy.

Sister has not woke up, you have to leave, what does this mean?

What have you done so badly, so you dare not see her?

Jing Jiu didn't know what she was thinking.

When he broke off with Lien March in the same year, the little girl was still retreating in the temple and hadn't seen much.

He did not sit in the Qinglian small sedan, and left Shuiyuean directly, and came to the nearby Tongtian well.

The scripture mantra is still exuding a faint golden light, and there is no silence in the cold cave.

He stood by the cliff, looking at the bottomless bottom, silently thinking about how many centuries still exist in the Zhongzhou faction?

At that time, the fairy mortal fell from the sky and directly calmed the emperor.It took him a full six years and took countless risks to refine this immortal mortal.If the Zhongzhou faction uses Xianlu again, how should Qingshan respond?

His consciousness went to the distant, cold and empty universe, looked at the black emperor's seal there, and calculated that he would be able to cope with another one in about three years.

Learning the Soul of Fire with the Underworld Emperor in the Zhenmo Prison means that he is qualified to use the Underworld Seal, but his realm is still somewhat low.

Then he looked at his distorted right hand, thinking that the universe front couldn't seem to give Gu Qing immediately.

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There was a gust of wind through the patio.

Jing Jiu took the wind up, went straight into the virtual realm, and returned the sword to the green mountain.

Youye realm can not stay in the virtual realm for a long time, but he is a special case.The speed of the sword control is naturally many times faster than that of the carriage, and his speed of sword control is even faster. When the twilight envelopes the green mountains, he also came to the top of Jiufeng and saw the Xixixi like a golden thread.

Qingshan Dazhen gave birth to induction, and naturally separated a passage.

Many people have seen the sword light and felt the sharp breath in the sword light, and are amazed. I thought this is the cosmic front that cut the unicorn?

Two days ago, Zhuo Rusui returned to Qingshan and paid off in Xilaifeng Hall.

The disciples of Qingshan all knew what was going on in Guocheng Temple, and their respect for Master Xiao became more and more out of control.

Looking at the Ling Lijian that seemed to break the world, all the disciples saluted.

Jianguang fell on the peak of the end of the god.

Gu Qing and Yuan Qu greeted each other.

Jing Jiu threw the universe front to Gu Qing and said, "This is your future sword. You will be familiar with it for a while, but I may borrow it for a few more years."

Gu Qing didn't feel pleasantly surprised, but instead he was a bit dazed and uneasy, thinking what was going on.

Yuan Qu is very envious, wondering if his master will bring some good things back from Guocheng Temple too?

At night, a bloody sword flashed across the horizon, and Zhao Layue came back, of course, without any souvenirs from Moqiu.

Fu Sijian is worthy of being the fastest sword in Qingshan.

They all started from Guocheng Temple. She was only half a day slower than Jing Jiu.

Of course, Jing Jiu went to Shuiyue Temple halfway, and stayed there for a while beside Tongtianjing.

Deep in the cave house.

Zhao Layue looked at his left hand to confirm that Xianlu was no longer there, then looked at his deformed right hand and asked, "What should I do?"

"I closed the doors for several days and think of ways."

Jing Jiu said very indifferently, it seems that this is a very small thing.

But even he couldn't think of a way, indicating that his injury was a serious problem.

When the monk who crossed the sea attacked with the palm of the world in the lay body method, no matter how special his body was, he was also irreparably seriously injured.If he refined that fairy consciousness and healed directly with the fairy qi in the fairy mortal, he would naturally be able to recover instantly, but he gave all the fairy qi for the winter without leaving a trace for himself.

Zhao Layue glanced at him, said nothing, and turned away from Dongfu.

Jing Jiu closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Thinking is thinking.

In addition to his injured and severely deformed right hand, he is still thinking about other issues.

The Xianlu of the Zhongzhou School, the civil strife of the Snow Kingdom, the intention of the brothers, the situation in the Chaoge City, the ghosts or demon in the Qingshan.

He always ignores world affairs because it is annoying and does not provoke red dust because red dust is too chaotic.

He thought he was born again and again, what he had to do in this life was to cut off the cause and effect of his previous life, and cut through the past, but he never expected it to be more and more.

This is really annoying.

He snapped his fingers at random, expelled all his thoughts from his mind, and entered the realm of Tao Mingming.

At this moment, he heard footsteps again and opened his eyes.

The white cat came out of the depths of Dongfu, his feet fell silently, and his eyes were a little complicated, so he dared not look directly at his eyes.

Jing Jiu was a little surprised. He didn't return to Bihu Peak, but stayed here.

The white cat walked in front of him, raised his right paw to remove the chilling cicada from the top of his head, put it gently on the side, and then meowed at him twice.

Its cry is not sad, nor tactful, and can clearly hear helplessness and apology.

——I am very old, I am really afraid of death, so I did not dare to shoot.

Jing Jiu expressed understanding and said, "It's okay, I'm also afraid of death."

The white cat crawled on his knees.

Jing Jiu rubbed its head.

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(End of this volume)