The Path Toward Heaven

Dumplings are wine, the more you drink, the more.

Trouble with this kind of thing, the more you hide.

At that time, Zhao Layue was about to kill Wang Xiaoming, but Jing Jiu did not agree, so now the trouble fell on his head.

Qing'er's sigh was obviously mocking him, he naturally would not answer, and instead asked: "Why are you stealing this mirror?"

The mirror is naturally Qingtianjian, and this is naturally asking Tong Yan.

Tong Yan told the story at that time.

Jing Jiu realized that Bai Zhenren already knew the changes of Qingtianjian, and wanted to use ice to make Qinger's soul fly away.

He shook his head and said: "Everything you can't master will be wiped out. This is indeed like the behavior of the Zhongzhou faction. But you are also a disciple of the Zhongzhou faction. Why did you save her?"

Tong Yan said: "She will become the true spirit of Tianbao, that is the real life, I heard that you told her."

Jing Jiun gave a cry.

Tong Yan said with a blank expression: "Since she is a living person, she can be regarded as a disciple of the Zhongzhou faction. How can she be arbitrarily executed without error?"

This sentence is very reasonable. The problem is that it is not very important to the overall interest of the sect.

At that time, Taiping Zhenren and him swept the peaks of Qingshan Mountain with Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing. They did not rely on any reason, nor did they ask those reasons.

The real person of Tailu refused to accept it, and he refused to surrender until the end. He was still imprisoned in the sword prison to this day, suffering from the cold and invading, and he could not be relieved.

Jing Jiu shook his head, thinking about the uncle who had his hands stained with blood from the same door, but insisted that he made sense.

Tong Yan misunderstood what he meant and said: "Chess, the pursuit of black and white is clear."

Jing Jiu remembered Layue's eyes and was silent for a while, and then asked, "The chess game is about making decisions and moving. You are also good at it. Why is it so rough?"

In the depths of the day that day, Tong Yan heard Qinger's words and didn't even think about it. He carried away Qingtianjian and left. It really can't be regarded as stealing.

"She was weak at the time and was already dying, there was no time for me to think."

Tong Yan calmly said: "And I used to think too much, too much, but I still can't pass you, take another path, or have some opportunities."

Jing Jiu said: "Intuition is also calculation, but the intermediate process is omitted, the result may not be accurate enough, but the general direction will not be wrong."

Tong Yan said: "Then why did you come to Lengshan, is it because you calculated what?"

Jing Jiu said, "I'll sharpen my sword."

Tong Yan didn't understand what he meant, and he looked at the cosmic front that had been floating in the sky quietly. What did he need to grind his sword so good?

Jing Jiu looked at Qing Tian Jian and said nothing.

After leaving Qingshan, he went to many places, Daze, Mine, Chaoge City, just to find the perfect grindstone.

He never thought of sharpening his sword with Qingtianjian, but he never encountered it in the end.

Only then did he realize that it was what he was looking for.

In Qing'er's words, is this fate?

Thinking of these things, he raised his hand and touched Qing Qinger's head naturally.

Tong Yan raised her eyebrows and said, "This is the true spirit of my faction. Please ask Daoyou to respect it."

Qing'er felt a little itchy, flew behind Tong Yan to hide, plucked out her small face, and said with a grin: "Yeah, yeah, I want to touch your little boy."

Tong Yan's eyebrows were raised higher and appeared thicker, but obviously not pleased.

"I'll take a break."

Jing Jiu closed his eyes and began to sleep.

The cold wind screamed in the dead woods, and a few wooden birds flew in the dark sky, which was obviously the magic weapon of the Xuanyin religion.

Hundreds of Xuanyin believers are scattered in this cold mountain wasteland, and formations and fire nets are everywhere on the ground and on the surface. The other party may find it at any time.

Tong Yan and Qing'er looked at each other, thinking that this person's heart was so great.

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The red on the cliff is very deep, not like blood, but more like some kind of paint.

Because the temperature is too high and the wind is dry, there is no deep feeling in the canyon reaching far into the mountains.

The ground in the canyon is full of sharp and sharp red stones, which are extremely hot. If someone breaks the raw eggs on it, it takes only a few interest time to get a perfect one-sided frying.

Several Xuanyin believers knelt on the ground, their hands and knees were cut by stones, and the outflow of blood was burned into smoke, exuding an unpleasant burnt smell.

"Subordinates are incompetent, ask the master to punish."

They didn't dare to get up at all, and kowtowed to the figure in front of them, and they would get burned regardless of their foreheads.

In the face of the fear of death, the feeling of pain does not qualify.

The man turned around, the leather boots crushed the stone and shattered into a red powder.

"I haven't been able to find them after such a long time, and three disciples have died ... What about the dead?"

There was no emotion in his voice, which contrasted sharply with the hot surroundings.

Some believers carried three bodies from outside the canyon. It was the three Xuanyin believers killed by Jing Jiu.

The man walked slowly to the three corpses, then slowly squatted down, leaving a shallow ditch on the ground behind him.

The protagonist Xuanyin who claimed to be the Ming king was still very young, with no emotion on his face, extremely indifferent, but there seemed to be a wildfire in the depths of his eyes.

Before Liu Shisui had defected from Qingshan at that time, he once wounded Jian Ruoyun with the magic skills of the blood demon religion. At that time, he also had a similar wildfire in his eyes.

"Sword kills at will, killing corpses without using fire afterwards, without concealment ... Qingshan Jianxiu is still so arrogant."

King Ming looked at the broken necks of the three corpses, feeling the sharpness between them, and the wildfire deeper and deeper in his eyes.

After Shi Fengchen committed suicide, he left Chaoge City, jumped all the way to meet treasures, entered the mountains, and finally cultivated a terrifying magic.

After expelling Su Ziye and taking over the power of the Xuanyin Sect, he once again sacrificed the Lieyang stream, and became a great figure of evil Dao.

The thing he wanted to do most was to kill Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue, and naturally had a deep understanding of Qingshan Jianyi.

Gao Ya suddenly came out of the depths of the canyon, bowed to him, and refused to get up.

Ming Wang raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his hand to signal the crowd to spread out.

Gao Ya got up and persuaded: "The Zhongzhou faction said that Tong Yan is an abandoned person after all, but he came to a Qingshan disciple ... and asked the leader to think twice."

The Xuanyin religion is now gaining strength, especially after the Lieyang stream is re-finished, and it also gives some old people in the religion some feeling of dreaming back to their original days. Leader ... It's still the rhythm of death.

Ming Wang said with a blank expression: "Since he is a disciple of Qingshan, he must kill even more, and no one should persuade me."

Gao Ya looked a little ugly, and said in a low voice: "Master, you have been back to the ancestral altar for a short time. Some things may not be too clear to you, the ancestor three hundred years ago ..."

With a hum, the heat waves in the canyon were transpiring.

Ming Wang felt the feeling of coming from Lieyang streamer, raised his eyebrows and looked out of the canyon. Which Qingjian Jianxiu was actually thinking, but he was still dead after touching the fire?

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Day and night passed.

Xuanyinjiao strengthened the search, and the formation method gradually narrowed down. There were already a number of disciples who came to the woods.

The illusion released by Qing Tian Jian is far from being as real as the illusion in it. It can hide ordinary practitioners, but there is no way to hide the true strong.

If it continues like this, Qing Tian Jian will surely be discovered.

Tong Yan glanced at Qing'er and asked if they should leave first.

Jing Jiu likes to sleep and continues to sleep well here, and can also attract the sight of Xuan Yin Sect by the way.

Qinger glanced at Jing Jiuyi, and hesitated.

Perhaps it was just right, Jing Jiu woke up, and countless traces of light sword overflowed under the ground, and returned to his body, letting his coat flutter.

Naturally, he is not really sleeping, but is using sword intention to perceive, calculate the formation of Xuanyin religion, and determine the location of those strange fires underground.

One day and one night, his sword intention has been searched for more than a hundred miles from the ground, and he has made a rough judgment.

He glanced at Qinger.

Qing'er understood what he meant and returned to Qing Tian Jian.

Tong Yan carried Qing Tian Jian behind him.

A buzz.

There was a gust of wind in the woods.

The Xuanyin believers felt the movement and flew to the forest, but found nothing.

Even the two-leaf weed has disappeared.

There is only one hole in the ground, the depth is unpredictable, and I don't know where to go.

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The northern part of the wasteland is still the range of cold mountains, but the climate here is even colder.

Several very majestic snow mountains were blocked in front, blocking the road leading to the snow field.

The snow in front of the snow mountain suddenly swelled up and then exploded.

Jing Jiu and Tong Yan flew out from inside.

It is very close to the snowfield.

Jing Jiu believed that the Xuanyin believers did not dare to come here, because even he did not want or dare to come here.

Tong Yan carrying Qing Tian Jian, covered with soil, looked at Jing Jiuyi, somewhat admired.

Jing Jiu's ability to dig a hole was really powerful, and he didn't know how to do it. No matter how hard it was, the hard rock would instantly melt before him.

What made him even more admired was that Jing Jiu actually completely recorded the formation structure of the underground fire veins and the Lieyang streamers.

The underground fire veins are extremely complex, like a labyrinth. They traveled for a long time in the meantime, but they did not encounter those flames once.

Looking at the big snow mountain in front of him, Jing Jiu turned around without hesitation and walked in the opposite direction.

Tong Yan felt that his turn was a little stiff and a little strange, but he kept up.

At this time, they suddenly heard a footstep.

Jing Jiu and Tong Yan stopped.

The footsteps were still behind.

Tong Yan turned to look at the big snow mountain.

The footsteps came from above the snowy mountains.

The sound is somewhat unique.

Click ... wipe.

Click ... wipe.

The first sound is normal shoe soles crushing snow and ice, the latter sounds like a broom dragging on the snow.

After a moment, Tong Yan saw the figure on the snowy mountain.

A few miles away, you can still see that the man's gait is a little weird and seems to be lame.

That voice was his right foot dragging on the snow.

It was the young Xuanyin leader.

He walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, looked down at them and said, "Is the passage I prepared for you still comfortable?"

Tong Yan's mood was slightly cold. It turned out that Jing Jiu could lead himself to escape the formation of Xuanyin Religion.

The other party has been here, waiting for them to throw themselves in.

This is naturally easier than searching for them in the cold mountains of the wasteland.

"how about you?"

Jing Jiu looked at him on the snowy mountain and asked, "Can other people prepare for you and live a happy life?"

Hearing this sentence, the expression of the young Xuanyin leader suddenly changed.

In the twenty-three years since he left Chaoge City, he has experienced too many adventures, more exaggerated than He Zhan ’s most famous and good luck experience in the practice world. No matter what he does, he seems to be able to pick some exercises and spades at any time. Therefore, his path of practice is very smooth, and he never needs to worry about the insufficient medicine and spar, or the problem of too low grades.

No matter how you look at it, there is a problem.

But he dare not think deeply, because he fears that once he touches the truth, everything he has now will be taken away by the person who arranged these things, and will become nothing again.

He can only anesthetize himself with hatred and realm improvement, while comforting himself with that sentence.

——I am the protagonist of this story. Even if there is one day, I will change my life and break the black hand hidden behind the scenes!

After the successful re-cultivation of the Lieyang streamer, his anxiety and hidden worries are no longer as strong as they used to be, but he also knows that it is far from the day when he reaches the truth, exposes the truth, and overcomes the truth.Because he even picked the secret method of cultivating the blazing sun streamer ...

Who would have thought that today he heard such a sentence and was directly exposed to the truth.

He felt like a child without clothes, standing naked in the snowy mountains, so cold.

Where is there any King Ming ... you are still Wang Xiaoming.

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(It is said that today is the last working day of the year 18, I wish you all a happy holiday, drink in moderation, and live a happy and unplanned life. Unfortunately, we have no holidays, it will be updated tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the night after tomorrow You can relax when drinking ~)