The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu didn't control the sword, not because of habit, but because of safety considerations.

As a conservative, when he came out of the ground and met three Xuanyin believers, he always had to figure out what happened in Lengshan.

There was a solitary mountain rising in front of him, and he walked up.

The higher the mountain, the lighter the grass on the ground, from yellow to white, like snow.

When he came to the highest part of Gushan, he sat down, there was a cliff in front of him, and there was a wasteland under the cliff.

The universe front left him, cut the frost grass, piled it on his body and the ground, and then quietly drilled into the grass scraps.

Jing Jiu's breath became a humble stone. Even if someone walked past him, it would be difficult to discover his existence.

He looked at the wilderness in front of the cliff, the grass that was hard to find in the vicinity, if it was far away, it would become sporadic green.

He just remembered that it was early spring.

Early spring is a beautiful day for all things to grow, and also a day when the Qingshan Chengjian Conference is held.

The teenager was able to climb so high on Jianfeng, saw that he and Zhao Layue's panicked expression were so natural, and the posture with his head rolled down the mountain was so skillful, it was indeed a material that could be made, and he didn't know Gu Qing Did you get this thing done?

He is learning from his brother to avoid the helpless ending of his previous life.

It is always good to have more apprentices and helpers, such as Fang Jingtian, Chicken and Corpse Dog, such as Crossing Sea Monk, Xuan Yinzi and the mage who just met him.

That's why he took Liu Shisui in that small mountain village, followed by Zhao Layue, Gu Qing, Yuan Qu, and now the teenager who doesn't yet know the name.

Of course, if characters such as Liu Ci and Yuan Qi whale appear in the apprentices they collect, it may cause more trouble.

There was no agreement with the mage this time, and it seems that there is no possibility to persuade the other party, but he confirmed some things, so he is in a good mood.

Brother was deceived by him.

The mage knew that he was Jing Jiu, but he didn't know or thought he was Jingyang.

Otherwise, when he said that, the mage should laugh right.

-"I'm very good at persuading his disciples to betray him."

He thought about this sentence for a long time, and it should be very interesting.

The mage is his three disciples, why is there no reaction?

According to his understanding, Brother is a very interesting and pursuing person of interest, so should the disciples taught by Brother.The mage did not respond, indicating that he did not believe that Jing Jiu was Jingyang at all-since this sentence was not spoken by the person concerned, it was naturally boring, and it would only seem absurd and speechless.

Well, Yuanqi whale may be an exception.

Jing Jiu found that his judgment was not completely reliable. There were loopholes in his logic. He couldn't help but regret. He thought that after returning to Qingshan, he should find time to go to Defeng and tell this sentence to Yuan Qijing to see what he responded to.

While thinking about these things, he had already read the wilderness under the cliff.

Hundreds of miles of wilderness on the occasional upright grass, and those icy streams that still have no trace of thawing, failed to escape his sword.

Those Xuanyin believers were also clearly seen by him.

Three hundred and twenty-two.

A little further apart, he could not judge the real strength of those Xuanyin believers. He could only judge from the clothing, there were at least a dozen elder-level figures.

Those Xuanyin believers are in groups of three, with a fixed distance between each group, looking like a chess piece on the chessboard, this wilderness has been sealed, ensuring that no one can escape, even if that person can be like Jing Jiu Killing the three Xuanyin believers in an instant is also difficult to break through this big net.

Jing Jiu's line of sight moved to the northwest with the distribution trend of the Xuanyin believers, and fell somewhere thousands of miles away.

There is a red canyon, filled with the dryness of the fire veins, even if it is so far away, you can feel the danger. It is the general altar of the Xuanyin religion.

When Jing Jiu took Gu Qing to the West Sea a few years ago, he passed through the sky here.

That night, he witnessed the power of Lieyang streamer and saw a murderous sight.

He knew who the sight came from.

The little lame was extremely murderous to him and Zhao Layue because of his righteous father Shi Fengchen.

At that time Jing Jiu told Gu Qing that if he had a chance, he would kill this person.

He glanced at his right hand.

The body has been soaked in hot and hot geothermal magma for such a long time, which does have some advantages. For example, it is much softer and can be shaped very conveniently.

Judging from the shape, there is no difference between his right and left hands.

But this will also bring some disadvantages, or softness.

Soft energy can overcome Gang, but it cannot replace some functions of Gang.

His right hand has recovered a lot and is sharp enough, but it is still a bit far from the absolute state.

That point is invisible to the naked eye, and even imperceptible. To put it more mysteriously, it may not even be a real existence.

Even the demon bone can't wear away this.

Jing Jiu looked again at the red canyon thousands of miles away.

The fire carp should have been injured by the Lieyang streamer.

The Lieyang streamer is worthy of being a evil Dao monster, and its power is indeed terrible.

Even if his right hand is recovered, can he kill Wang Xiaoming holding this streamer?

He once again discovered a weakness of Qingshan Sect.

Aoyama is obsessed with repairing swords, disdainful or unaccustomed to using magic weapons.

This habit lasted for tens of thousands of years, and formed a strange status quo, that is, there is no magic weapon for the Qingshan Sect.

Of course, if the sword skill of the Nine Peaks of Qingshan is repaired to the extreme, it can even evolve the powers of Taoism and magic.

But it is not a real magic weapon after all.

An ordinary Zhongzhou sentiment, if holding a Wanlixi is equal to one more life, such as Luohuainan.

An ordinary Xuanyin disciple mastered the Lieyang stream and possessed the power of heaven, such as Wang Xiaoming.

But what's the use of an ordinary Qingshan disciple even with a three-foot sword?

Can Yuanqu go to the West Sea and cut that flying whale into three thousand pieces?

The sword rises.

Jing Jiu shook his head, and then gave birth to some puzzles. The Xiaoming leader had already had a blazing sun streamer. This was again focused on what magic weapon, and it was such a big situation.

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The red canyon didn't feel Jing Jiu's gaze, and was still silent and very hot as usual.

After all, Xuanyin Sect is an evil Daoist school with a history of thousands of years. Even if it was once killed by Qingshan, it still has its heritage.At the time, Kunlun's head, He Zhenren, only dared to watch from a distance. During the Battle of Yuntai, Tan Zhenren came to deter the Lengshan Group evil, and did not drop the cloud head.

There are several cliff caves on the mountain walls deep in the canyon. After the sultry air passes through, it will become much cooler.

Su Qige, the former suzerain, lay on the couch and looked at the high cliff standing on the edge of the cave. A ridiculous smile appeared on his face, saying: "In the past, the Lieyang streamers were only the formation of this large formation, and they could not leave at all. Where would you think that you can now exert such terrible power, and now you want to come, do you have some regrets? "

Gao Ya, as a seventh-generation elder, has lived in this gorge for countless years. He is naturally familiar with the Lieyang stream to the extreme. Listening to this, his face became difficult to look at. Shen Sheng said: "The leader holds Lieyang streamer, but It ’s a good thing to teach all gods in the world, what regret do I have? "

Su Qige said with a smile: "I said that when you drove Su Ziye away from him, you were trying to hide from the tiger. The leader is really not good at conspiracy and tricks, and other means are ordinary, but he can never be your puppet, because He was born a true demon. "

Gao Ya sneered and said, "You have said so many times in this way, what exactly do you want to do?"

Su Ziye said: "I also said ... If you continue this way, one day, the shadow will come again."

Gao Ya knew that he was talking about the tragic incident that year.

At that time, the Xuanyin Sect was rampant in the northern continent, which can be said to be the most powerful evil Daoist sect since the blood demon religion.

At that time, the patriarch's talent was very different, and his magical power was overwhelming. He claimed to be Xuanyinzi. In the name of faction, it was really arrogant to the extreme.

But that is too arrogant, and ultimately offended those who should not offend.

The two real people of Qingshan took the nine peak strongmen to the north collectively and killed the Xuanyin Sect into blood, and even the Zu Ting General Altar was destroyed.

Xuan Yinzi was also forced to escape to the ground, never seeing the sun forever, and became a poor sword escaper.

Su Qige said with a blank expression: "In the name of faction, and religious reformation, which thing is more arrogant, I do n’t know. I only know that Lieyangwa is getting stronger and stronger, only our young leader Knowing the ancient secrets that drive it, so he will become more arrogant. "

Gao Ya sneered and said, "Even the Fire King in his sleep dares to arbitrarily sway, how is he going to be arrogant?"

Su Qige mocked and said: "He dares to grab the treasures of the Zhongzhou faction. Where would he care about the spirit animals raised by the Zhongzhou faction?"

Gao Ya was silent for a while, and said, "Zhongzhou sent out Tong Yan because Tong Yan stole Qing Tian Jian ... do you think this thing is true?"

Su Qige said: "Although I don't know where the source of the leader is, I believe it is true."

Gao Ya looked at the disciples who walked out of the canyon and reinforced them, and said in a low voice: "Are you worried that Qing Tianjian will fall into the hands of the leader and let the old things happen again?"

Su Qige said: "We can't beat the Qingshan Sect, can the Zhongzhou faction beat it?"

"If the leader really refined Qingtianjian, our teaching would be equal to one more heavenly combat power. Whether it is Qingshan or Zhongzhou, always think about what you need to pay to face two heavens at the same time ..." Gaoya again Silent for a while, said: "And what can we old guys do?"

Su Qige said: "When Guocheng Temple happened a few years ago, it was said that someone saw the ancestor."

Gao Ya sneered and said, "If you are so absurd, you will believe it?"

Su Qige said: "Yes, I didn't believe it at first, but then I had to believe it."

Gao Ya turned and saw Su Qige's expression like a smile but not a smile, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then saw a token brought out by Su Qige, his expression changed drastically.

As mentioned earlier, he lived in Xuanyin Sect for many years, older than Su Qige's generation, and knew many things that no one knew.

"Are the ancestors really out of trouble?"

Gao Ya was shocked, but did not distract her mind, staring at Su Qige's eyes, Shen Sheng pursued and asked: "You have been paralyzed for so many years and you have been mistreated by your own son. Zongli has not followed your disciple, How did things get to your hand? "

Su Qige said calmly: "It is true that no one has been loyal to me, but there are still many people who are still loyal to that wicked son. Every time I think of this, I feel that I am really failing, and at the same time ... I am also lucky."

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Jing Jiu sat in front of the Lonely Mountain Cliff.

Covered with grass scraps, he looked like a real stone, but with the movement of the sky, he showed a different look.

As night fell, I believed that ordinary Xuanyin church members could no longer find his trail, but he still did not stand up, quietly looking at the wasteland, deducing and calculating the magic weapon through Xuanyin formation and personnel distribution position.

Naturally, he couldn't calculate the position based on these alone, otherwise Xuanyin taught himself that the magic weapon would have found out, but only calculated a rough idea.

The stone in front of the Gushan cliff suddenly disappeared.

He appeared on a meadow more than ten miles away.

If the Netherworld Sword is used for tricks, it must be extremely popular in the world.

He found no trace on this meadow, but smelled a faint smell.

That taste is really light, just like the glass of wine he poured into the lake at Zhaoyuan outside Chaoge City.

Logically speaking, no matter how sharp his five senses are, it is difficult to smell this taste, after all, he is not a corpse dog.

He just smelled it, probably because he was very familiar with it.

In the underground magma river, when he talked to the king of fire carp, he once felt a similar familiarity.

He understood who Xuanyin was looking for and couldn't help but be surprised.

Nether Immortal Sword rose, he disappeared from the original place, followed by a light taste to another valley, another ice creek.

He searched for a long time, did not touch the formation under the cloth of Xuanyin, nor did the people of Xuanyin discover.

When the morning light came, he came to an unusually dead forest and finally found each other.

It was a very common weed, with only two leaves, swaying in the cold wind, as if it might fall at any time, but the color was so verdant.

He reached for the soil under the wild grass and touched something hard.

It was a bronze mirror with extremely fine and complicated patterns carved on the mirror surface.

In fact, those patterns are actually composed of countless buildings, stone bridges, barren hills and human statues.

It's just that the statues are very small, less than one ten-thousandth the size of the grain of rice, and no one can see the true appearance except him.

Jing Jiu's fingers moved slowly on the bronze mirror, with some emotion, or no.

Has he lived there for seventy years or eighty years?

At first, he lived in the palace of the Chu Kingdom. Later, he lived in Bu Zhoushan, and had never been to other places.

He must have never seen those buildings, stone bridges, barren mountains.

But he may have seen those people.

He knocked on the bronze mirror.

"Open the door."