The Path Toward Heaven

(The typos in the previous chapters have been changed. If you usually see typos, the trouble reminds me in this chapter. Everyone should have seen it early, and every chapter says I will read ...)

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Hundreds of flames gradually disappeared, like Mars dissipating in the wind.

That Xie Xiu should be a very famous figure. He has been hiding at the bottom of the Soul Gathering Valley for many years. The soul collector is a huge figure, and he will return to the ground in the future. I am afraid that it will cause a lot of storms.

But he just died under the sword of Jing Jiu, did not set off a little bit of spray, and did not even leave the name.

Thinking of this, people can't help but feel a little emotional.

Looking at the pictures in the magma river, Jing Jiu closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

It is not emotion. For those who do not know him, he has never had these extraneous, unnecessary or even harmful emotions. He is just adjusting the interest rate and returning to Jianyuan.

Killing that sword repair seems simple, but it is actually very difficult.

The sword-sculptor has a high level of realm, and he has achieved great deeds. He also has a deep understanding of underground caves and magma rivers.

Even if the elder of the breaking mountain of Qingshanzong is difficult to kill here easily.

Jing Jiu is in the middle of the wild. Even if the actual combat power is more than this, it is very difficult to kill this evil repair, and it consumes a lot of spirit.

Those spirits are not war intentions, but nutrients for deducing calculations.

When he picked up the magic weapon, the evil repairer had not yet appeared, so he did two things.

He let the universe front quietly go to the river and wait, while the cloth covering the universe front was taken into his left hand.

The mass played a very important role in the ensuing battle and was burned into a flame by the magma in the river.

If you want to count a real opponent who is far above yourself, no details can go wrong.

The evil repairer looked at the flames caused by the group and thought that he was burning in the magma, which was inevitable to relax.

No cultivator can survive in the magma, except for the large objects in the heavens, or having a strange treasure.

That evil repair did not expect that Jing Jiu was still alive, and could set off a waterfall-like magma to attack himself, not to mention that a wide fairy-level flying sword had long been waiting for himself in the darkness behind him.

Under such circumstances, how could he not die.

To be precise, the evil repair was not killed by Jing Jiu with a sword, but by him.

Jing Jiu calculated all the directions of this battle. Of course, those calculations are not necessarily powerful, because Xie Xiu's ideas and responses will change at any time, but the overall framework has been determined, and certain details cannot change the final outcome.

This is the real Aoyama Kendo.

Taiping is naturally very good at this, and he is not bad.

From the beginning of the small village, Jing Jiu has been unable to communicate with the world affairs, and his memory is still a bit bad. In fact, things like the world affairs have no meaning for him. If it falls on practice or swordsmanship, it is naturally very different.

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The magma river flows slowly, there is no oscillating sound, but only sucks the deep sound when rubbing against the river bank.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the river.

The river is next to the air, the temperature is getting lower, and it returns to the dark appearance again.

That evil repair should be dead.

He took out the magic weapon and looked at it twice, his expression slightly different.

The body of this magic weapon is a scale, but I don't know what kind of creature's scale. From the perspective of weight and volume, that kind of creature should be not small, but it is not as exaggerated as the dragon, and it is not as big as the ghost.

There is no absolute relationship between the level of life and size, otherwise his friend in the distant sea should be the strongest person in this world, well, the giant is really difficult to find any opponent.

After the sword consciousness fell, Jing Jiu felt extremely pure fire in this magic weapon, which was obviously extraordinary. This master is most likely to be a fire jiao living in the magma underground or other exotic monsters.

It's just a pity that when the scales were peeling off, the deity was not yet mature, and the scales didn't have their true nature. They were reluctantly turned into magic weapons after years of hard work by the evil practitioner.

The scales contain such a pure fire, which should be able to control the fire. The previous smoke was burnt out by his right hand, completely because the evil repairer forcibly infused a lot of resentful spirits, and instead destroyed the scales. Of the essence.

Jing Jiu shook his head, thinking that the evil repairer was not good at refining, and it was a pity that such a beautiful material.

He did not have too much regret. He had seen too many good materials and magic weapons like this, and he wanted this magic weapon because it was hard enough to be used as a sharpening stone.

Since it is used to sharpen the sword, this magic weapon will eventually become powder, and there will be no waves or waste.

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The magma river flows slowly, occasionally tearing the surface, emitting a red light like a wall, illuminating the bottom of the dark hole.

The low whistle of friction and the flame of accidental bloom had no effect on Jing Jiu. He sat by the river, rubbing on the magic weapon with his right hand, looking attentively, and adjusting the angle and intensity of the start from time to time as the magic weapon wears.

This magic weapon made of scales is indeed very hard, and it is not blindly hard. It is similar to the bones of the big demon in the town of demon prison. It has a good feel and is like a jade, but it is a bit brittle.

A few days later, with only a few crackling sounds, the magic weapon cracked into tiny fragments.

Countless grievances and ghosts flowed out of the magic weapon, bringing a gust of wind.

Logically speaking, the magic weapon is fragmented, and there is nothing to control these ghosts of ghosts. They should escape instinctively, and then sew down the ground to the ground or deeper to find blood and soul food.

But these evil spirits watched Jing Jiumo's magic weapon for a few days, and instinctively developed a deeper fear. He didn't dare to leave at all, so he floated around him.

If anyone sees this scene, he will surely think that he is a cultivator of innocent lives and refining magic weapons.

Is this recognition?

To change to the protagonist in other stories, or perhaps to gather these wraiths around to see how to deal with them to get the most benefit, Jing Jiu didn't even care about it, and just prepared to leave.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered a past.

Three hundred years ago, the beast tide of the snow country went south again, and the strong human races all went to help. Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing took the strong peaks of Zhufeng to the Lanling Snowfield, and only a few young disciples remained in Qingshan.

The Master took the opportunity to take advantage of this opportunity, through the green mountain formations, to dive to the last peak of the God, trying to recapture the Seal of the Emperor Ming, and then he was slashed with a sword.

Except for the mage master, the rest of the strong men of the underworld are dead.

After Liu Ci returned, he persuaded him to dispose of the body, but he refused because he was lazy.

Afterwards, the soul fires left by those who were strong in the Underworld floated for many years in Shenmo Peak, and finally became a wraith.

Jing Jiu ignored it anyway. Anyway, those wraiths could not affect him, nor could he scare those juniors who were qualified to visit him at the end of the festival.

Hundreds of years later, he mentioned Zhao Layue and climbed to the end of the gods again, and then met those wraiths.

This illustrates the truth, since this matter is related to you, then you should not think about being lazy.

Even if you can be lazy for a while, you still have to do it yourself three hundred years later.

If he disregarded those lingering ghosts suspended around him at this time, he would not be his business many years later.

He wanted to understand this truth, shook his head, and took the sword of the universe front and cut it off.

Those yin spirits touched this cold sword, and they shattered into the finest dust particles.

Those grievances did not immediately dissipate.

The cosmic front brought countless red-hot magma from the river to form hundreds of somewhat obscure texts, carefully identifying what seemed to be a scripture in Guocheng Temple.

The light of the fire illuminates the dark cave and the faces of the grieving souls.

The faces of those resentful souls gradually blurred, the anger disappeared, and finally turned into clear light, scattered invisible.

Regardless of whether it is a ghost or a grudge, it is impossible to launch a tide-like terrorist attack without the blessing of the magic weapon, and he is naturally not afraid of evil, so he can easily kill it with one sword.

But in fact, this sword is by no means simple, extremely complex, and even close to perfection.

No one except him can cut this sword, even if he had not listened to the Buddhist scriptures in Guocheng Temple for six years.

Jing Jiu threw the fragments of the magic weapon into the river, and then rose into the sky.

He was not about to leave, and countless demon bones in the ancient battlefield were waiting for him below. Thinking of this, he also had some expectations.

He turned his body upside down and extended his right hand.

Buzzed softly.

There was a breeze in the dark cave.

He disappeared.

A round hole appeared on the ground.

Fiery magma poured into the hole from the stone crack below, refilled, and then gradually faded, leaving no trace.

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Melting rocks into rivers shows that it has penetrated deep into the earth.

Whether it is decent or evil, it is difficult for human race practitioners to live in such a hot environment.

Jing Jiu did not meet the hidden powerhouse again, nor did he know whether it was good luck or bad luck.

I don't know how long it took, he broke open the rock wall and flew out.

This is an extremely large underground cave. The top of the cave and the ground are hundreds of feet high, so it looks very empty.

A river formed by fiery magma flows continuously on the ground.

If it weren't for the magma to be too hot and bright, to rush too fast, and hit the river bank to make a loud bang, he would even think that he was still by the previous river.

It is impossible for a person to step into two identical rivers, but going round and round will always encounter similar scenery.

He fell on the riverbank and looked into the distance.

The bright and hot Huo River stretched for more than ten miles to the distance, and then suddenly branched somewhere, and became two rivers.

It is not a river going east and a river going west, but a river going up and a river going down.

Some people experience this kind of thing, and seeing such a picture may produce some emotions, but Jing Jiu still does not.

Even if there is, it can't be seen.

Flames and more terrible magma spouted out of the river, illuminating his expressionless face.

The next moment, he turned and walked up the gentle slope, feeling the breath in front of him became clearer and clearer, knowing that he had not found the wrong place.

Countless years ago, the gentle slope was once an ancient battlefield where the human race and the Mingbu battled together.

After the Soul Valley was sealed by the Zhongzhou faction, the ancient battlefield sank to the bottom of the earth.

It seemed to be something that happened 30,000 years ago. The Zhongzhou faction was not long after the faction and was in its first heyday, but he was a little uncertain.

Over the years, the remains of the strong human races must have been transported away and buried for a long time. The bodies of the underworld strongmen have not been left. It is even more delusional to find those strongmen who will leave magic weapons and practice secrets here.But what he was looking for was the bones of those monsters. No matter how greedy the human race sects were, they took skin and took flesh and won the pill.Those demon bones are useless except for being hard, and making tea and drinking is meaningless to practitioners, just leaving him to use.

Jing Jiu thought this way, came to the highest point of the gentle slope, and looked down.

The cave here is even bigger, and the ground is a black field with a radius of tens of miles.

The fire of the river illuminates the cave and sprinkles the wilderness like sunset.

Hundreds of huge monster bones were scattered on the wilderness in the evening glow, projecting even greater shadows.

These dead monsters still maintain the same appearance as when they died in war, still so huge and so scary.

This once ancient battlefield does not seem to have passed tens of thousands of years, but it still gives people a sense of vicissitudes.

Jing Jiu came to the bone of a big white demon.

Judging from the appearance of the bones, this big demon looks like an ordinary elephant, but it is more than ten times larger.

Jing Jiu is most interested in the bones of this big demon.

He stretched out his left hand, but touched an empty space.

The huge bone, about ten feet long, shattered like this, turned into snowflakes, and sprinkled his face.

Immediately after that, the big demon's bones fell apart like a hut in the wind, and fell to the ground, turning into powder.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then walked to the bone of another big demon and extended his left finger.

The same thing happened again.

The big demon skeleton collapsed and turned into a striking white powder on the black field.

Tens of thousands of years.

Everything is decaying.

The demon bone in the Zhenmo prison was soaked in the stomach of Canglong for many years, and was ground into powder by his right hand from summer to early autumn.

These big demon skeletons in the wilderness collapsed.

Tens of thousands of years have come, and it has shown off its power in places you can't see.

The might of time is really the sharpest sword between heaven and earth.

Jing Jiu stood between hundreds of huge bones, remained silent for a while, then turned and left.

When I left, I didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional.

Hundreds of huge bones slowly collapsed, and if they wanted to come a few years later, they would merge with the black field.

Jing Jiu did not look back, walked to the starting point of Wanxia, ​​and sat down by the river.

The magma in the river is jumping and bursting, like an upside down waterfall, like a jumping creature.

The rumbling sound kept coming.

The river went forward.

The dead are like this.

When day and night.

But if there is everlasting time, why not give up.

Jing Jiu thought calmly.