The Path Toward Heaven

The wind screamed, and a figure swept to Jing Jiu.

The magma river is a bit dark, but there is always a glimmer, not to mention Jing Jiu's right hand is like a burning torch, enough to illuminate the picture in front of him.

It was a thin, middle-aged man with green eyes in his two eyes and a disheveled hair, like a real beast, with an evil atmosphere as thick as the night.

This evil cultivator is so strong that he can practice in such a deep underground, and he is very famous for coming to Lengshan.

Jing Jiu glanced at him and confirmed that the opponent's state was higher than himself.

Then he looked at the magic weapon in his right hand and confirmed that although it was not burn-resistant, it had good hardness.

For a moment, the magic weapon was burned with a blue smoke from his right hand, and the evil repairer's face showed heartache and anger, and shouted sharply: "Find death!"

Accompanied by this loud drink, the magic weapon in Jing Jiu's hands was full of anger, and dozens of resentful souls and yin spirits pounced on his face like moths.

The temperature in the cave suddenly cooled a few minutes, and even the magma river became darker.

Those grieved souls and yin spirits are intangible and intangible, and can directly attack the Daoxin Yuanying of the practitioners, which is the most difficult for the righteous practitioners.

It took more than a hundred years for this evil repairer to collect thousands of grieving souls and ghosts under the Soul Valley before they cultivated the life magic weapon into a real magic weapon.

Jing Jiu directly took this magic weapon in his hands, and he was indeed looking for death in any way.

The grudges and ghosts fell on his face like a gust of wind, but instead of hitting the cliff wall, they could not seep in, but scattered around instead.

Jing Jiu was not prepared to let these resentful souls and Yin Ling come apart, and a bright sword light appeared in his eyes.

With a soft sound of wiping, those grievances and wraiths groaned continuously, turned into countless fragments, and fell towards the ground.

What emerged from his eyes was not the real sword light, but an extremely pure sword meaning. The more intangible and intangible things, the easier it was to be cut off.

There are only dozens of grieved ghosts and ghosts. Although the evil repairer was surprised by Jing Jiu's sharp sword, he didn't care. He snorted and prepared to continue his attack.

Where Jing Jiu would give him this opportunity, dozens of sword intentions spread out from his fingers, fell around the magic weapon, and then turned the palm of his hand, then put the magic weapon into it.

The expression of evil cultivation suddenly changed, and found that he could no longer feel the existence of the magic weapon. He could not help but be shocked to the extreme. Was the other party severing the spiritual connection between himself and the magic weapon of life?But how is this possible!Not even the sharpest sword in the world!

The spiritual connection between the practitioner and the magic weapon is an invisible connection with a causal meaning. It takes a long time to be destroyed, and it is difficult to be cut off in such a short time, whether it is a cosmic front or Jing Jiuwei. You can't do it with your right hand before being injured.

In fact, Jing Jiu did not cut the line with a sword or a sword intention, but just let Jian Yi temporarily entangle those lines, and then sent that magic weapon to another place.

That place is really something else.

Not here.

Not in Lengshan.

Not even in the continent.

In a distant and cold dark space, there are several black boxes and a bamboo lounger floating.

A white beetle squatting on the bamboo lounge chair is the special headgear of the white ghost Lord Qingshan, the chilling head.

Cicada lay on the bamboo chair and looked at the fireball larger than the stars and smaller than the sun in the distance. What was that?

Suddenly, a bloody magic weapon appeared in front of its eyes, blocking the fireball in the distance, exuding a dark and terrible breath.

It stretched out its thin feet somewhat curiously and fiddled with it.

The grieving ghost in that magic weapon made a silent horror growl and threw it at it.

The cicada was startled, rolled from a height to the chair surface, and quickly lay down and pretended to die. The abdomen's nails rubbed quickly and released something.

The preparations it does are somewhat redundant, because those lingering ghosts cannot get close to it, and just after leaving the surface of the magic weapon, they are melted into nothingness by some invisible power in the dark space.

Those unspeakable soul-inspired inspirations that haven't run out have been feared by the deepest instinct. Where else dare to come out and desperately squeeze into the deepest part of the magic weapon.

Cicada waited for a while and found nothing, turned over with some awkward movements, climbed the armrest of the bamboo recliner to the back of the chair, and looked at the grievous soul in the magic weapon, the heart What is this?

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The evil cultivation realm was profound and insightful, and soon he wanted to understand that the other party did not cut off his connection with the life magic weapon, but sent the magic weapon to a place where his own consciousness could not reach.

According to the practice world's cognition, there is only one place close to the eyes but far away from the sky, that is, the small space opened up by the space magical instrument.

Who is this person, can actually have such a rare magic weapon of space magic weapon?

The evil cultivator suppressed the shock in his heart, and calculated Jing Jiu's identity, thinking to himself which elder of this famous school?

Zen is the best at mustard seed magic, but he does not think that Jing Jiu is a Zen virtues, the reason is very simple, because Jing Jiu has hair, and he does not think that Jing Jiu is a descendant of Guocheng Temple, who is born with such a face. Avoid red dust?

Jing Jiu's body moved slightly, and he went a few tens of feet away. He seemed to take the magic weapon and left.

In normal times, Xie Xiu faces such a decent master, even if the realm is obviously not as good as his own, he will put the other party on his horse, but this time his own magic weapon is still in the other party ’s hands, and if he can take that space magic weapon. Not to mention the masters of the decent, even the elders of Xuanyin Sect, he will try to kill him!

Suddenly, the evil wind turned into a black smoke and whistled toward Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu's clothes fluttered lightly, tapping the surface of the magma river and skimming towards the distance. It seemed that he wanted to use the high temperature of magma to stop the pursuit of evil repairs.

Xie Xiu sneered silently, thinking that he had lived by the underground river of fire for more than 100 years. He wanted to use this method to deal with himself.

With a bang, the cliff above the cave suddenly collapsed, pushing Jing Jiu into the magma river!

The magma river looked dim, but in fact the temperature did not know how high, only heard a snorting sound, and a flame burst into the place where Jing Jiu disappeared.

Strangely speaking, how can Jing Jiu, who has been built into the Nether Immortal Sword, have such a slow body method, and why he did not leave with his right hand just like before?

The evil repairer swooped to the banks of the magma river and looked at the flames that were gradually disappearing. There was no joy on his face, but there was some worry.

He is not worried that killing this person will lead to revenge from those who are decent. This is Lengshan, deep in the ground for more than ten years, who knows that the person killed him?

The key question is, if the person is swallowed by the hot magma, there must be no bones. If the space magic weapon is also damaged, what can I do?

Xie Xiu waved his sleeves, and an invisible force was born out of thin air, separating the magma river from a gap, revealing the bright and bright red color inside.

With a loud bang, the bright and bright red magma suddenly burst, like a giant beast pierced through a wound, and blood spewed out violently.

Countless hot and deadly magma squirted towards that evil repair, looking like a terrifying fire waterfall.

Xie Xiu has been hiding on the banks of the magma river for more than 100 years. Naturally, he will not be burned to death so easily.

The hot red magma was blocked in front of him, looking like a red jade wall.

The red jade wall is translucent, and a black figure suddenly appears inside!

Jing Jiu broke through the wall and rushed toward the evil repairer with countless magma and infinite light.

A flash of surprise and killing flashed in the eye of the evil repairman, and Li Xiao screamed, with both hands and dark black smoke, patting Jing Jiu's head.

Two snapping sounds, Xie Xiu's two hands were caught by Jing Jiu to the extreme.

Jing Jiu's shot is a sword.

Even if his state is not enough, it is difficult for Chaotian Continent to find a few people who are faster and more accurate than his sword.

Xie Xiu felt extremely clear pain from his wrist!

Jing Jiu held his wrist.

A visible wound appeared on his wrist, and he kept bleeding out.

Especially the left hand held by Jing Jiu's right hand, you can already see Senran's bones, and it will be broken in sight.

Xie Xiu's eyes were full of shocked expressions, but he still didn't think he would die.

In his view, Jing Jiu's realm is far inferior to his own, even if he carries a magic weapon to avoid fire?

He endured the severe pain in his wrists, staring at Jing Jiu's eyes and shouted sharply, "Go ..."

Accompanying this drunk drink, more dark and cold black smoke escaped from his hand, and Jing Jiu was going to swallow it.

Suddenly his voice stopped suddenly!

The black smoke disappeared without a trace!

The porch made a soft sound.

Suddenly, a sword blade emerged from the throat of the evil repair.

Even though the sword was stained with blood, it still gave a lonely, cold feeling.

Jing Jiujing looked at the evil repair quietly, without any expression on his face.

Xie Xiu's expression hasn't changed. At this time, he still thinks he won't lose.

It is a rare opportunity to launch a mobile phone, and actually wear a throat with a sword. Do you think you can kill a real strong practitioner?Do you think this is a mortal fight?

It seems that this person should be an elder who has been hiding for many years. He is closed for years and rarely travels out of the world. , But have no experience of fighting at all, then it should really die.

The evil cultivator thought about these things and opened his mouth to spit out the devil baby.

The other party is right in front of him.

Demon babies can easily enter the opponent's body and devour the opponent's Yuan infant or sword ghost.

But the next moment he found something wrong.

The magic baby failed to get into his mouth.

Even, Moying may not have heard his orders.

Then he discovered that he had lost all his sensations in the body.

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If only the sword is pierced into the throat, it is indeed not a fatal injury for practitioners.

The problem is that the sword is so wide that it can sit on it without feeling ass.

The sword is even wide enough to sit two people, and if those two have leisure time, they can play chess on it ...

The universe front is such a sword.

Although the sword was knocked down a lot by the Kirin in Guocheng Temple, the figure is no longer as exaggerated as the beginning, but it is still very wide.

At least much wider than a person's neck.

So when we say that the cosmic front pierces a person's throat, it often means that it cut off that person's head.

At this time, the universe front was inserted between the neck of the evil cultivator. The sword face completely isolated the head from the body. It was really not like a flying sword, but more like a big iron piece that cut off the human body during folk tricks.

The head of the evil cultivator fell to the ground, still with a horrified and sorrowful expression on his face, and his body also fell.

The ground is magma that has come ashore, exuding suffocating heat.

Even the most powerful practitioners, as long as they are not large objects in heaven, are difficult to survive in the magma. After all, not everyone is as special as Jing Jiu.

But he did not stop. Who knows that this evil repairer has been hiding on the banks of the magma river for many years, has he learned any means to deal with magma.

The cosmic front fell again, and at the same time his right hand separated from the empty spot, and the sword intention spread across the underground cave.

The head and body of the evil cultivator were cut into countless fragments before they fell to the ground.

No matter what kind of magic baby, magic wheel, and magic tire were turned into fragments, they were flicked by Jing Jiu's sleeves and sent into the slowly flowing magma river.

Hundreds of tiny flames grew on the surface of the magma river.