The Path Toward Heaven

The highest-ranking assassin of Bulao Lin may be able to hide himself in the shadow in some way, but the shadow under the tree is real, then there is only one possibility, which is the projection from the underworld.

Twenty years ago, in the Mingcui Valley outside Chaoge City, the assassination of Bu Lao Lin assassinated Zhao Layue was unsuccessful, but he was silently killed by the projection of the three master disciples.

Whose shadow is this shadow appearing in Chaoge City tonight?

The shadow was slightly raised, as if it was about to break away from the ground, and it was gradually illuminated by the starlight refracted by the wall, gradually showing its shape.

The figure was very short and fat, and he could not see his face clearly, and he could vaguely see that he was wearing colorful clothes, indicating that he had a very high status in the underworld.

"Introduce yourself."

The chunky figure had a delicate and eerie voice, but it also had an extremely powerful momentum and majesty.

His voice is a little weird and should rarely speak human language.

"I am the high priest of the lower realm."

If after the death of Emperor Ming, the Master is the strongest in the Ministry of the Underworld, only one person is eligible to raise an objection.

The blood of the underworld royal family flows on the high priest, and the power and the realm are extremely high, no matter how you look at it, it is a real big figure.

For other practitioners, even elders in various denominations, suddenly found that the high priest of the Underworld appeared in front of them, they would only have two reactions, either screaming palely to try to warn, or pale pale directly frightened past.

Jing Jiu was very calm, just like meeting an old man who asked for directions, saying, "What's the matter?"

The high priest's voice floated in the alley like the wind, as if the string would break at any time, it seemed a little unexpected: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Jing Jiu said: "Maybe you are strong, but this is Chaoge City, even if you are afraid, it should be you."

The high priest said: "When your master was soaring, I went to Qingshan to see it. What is Chaoge City?"

Jing Jiu said, "Say things."

The colored clothes of the high priest mixed with the dark shadows were extremely strange, just like his voice: "I heard that you are a person who is very good at negotiating, so there must be no position that must be adhered to."

This sentence is very reasonable, but Jing Jiu heard more things, his conversation with Bu Qiuxiao just started today, and actually reached the underworld?

He said, "Straightforward."

The high priest said, "If the Seal of the Underlord is really in your hands, or can we cooperate?"

Sure enough, there is no airtight wall, even the huge wall between the world and the underworld, even the abyss.

His conversation with Bu Qiuxiao reached the underworld, and even the unknown conversation between him and the Master was actually heard by the high priest.

Jing Jiu said, "I will talk to him first."

The high priest said: "It's okay, I just report it to you first and leave a name. When you make a decision in the future, remember that it is better to go with me, at least give us a chance to bid.

Jing Jiu said: "I can't imagine the benefits of working with you."

The high priest said: "It is the greatest benefit to fight against the aftermath of Taiping."

Jing Jiu suddenly said, "You know the Zhongzhou faction very well?"

The high priest said blankly: "If you don't trust me, it's as if I haven't appeared, but this conversation, I hope you can remember."

After saying this, the starlight faded, and the shadow under the tree also faded a lot.

The wind and quiet leaves fell, and the shadow returned to the ground, thus returning to normal.

Jing Jiu turned and left the alley.

He did not go back to Qingshan directly, but went to Old Meiyuan.

Meiyuan Temple was shrouded in starlight, as if a layer of clear water was washing the eaves silently.

He walked into the temple and sat down in front of Fang Menghui's case.

What came was not the body of the high priest, but his projection.

But if the high priest suddenly shoots, he may encounter great trouble, because the large formation of Chaoge City may not start.

The high priest actually dared to project in the Chaoge City, and he must have received some kind of protection. Since it is not a real person, who would it be?

The Emperor Hades was imprisoned in the Zhenmo prison for more than 600 years. It is normal for the Zhongzhou faction to communicate secretly with the lower realm.

Does Yunmengshan want to confirm his identity again, or does he want to hurt himself and Qingshan?He used to think that Chaoge City was the safest place outside Qingshan and Guocheng Temple. No one would assassinate himself here, but thinking about the story in Guocheng Temple two years ago, this view is naturally problematic.

Starlight passed through the window and fell on him, casting a shadow on the ground in front of the case.

The next moment, the shadow floated slightly, like a leaf blown by the wind.

Such a picture was staged before his eyes not long ago.

"Again?"

He felt a little tired.

The figure in this shadow is much thinner.

This time came the projection of the mage.

Jing Jiu asked: "How do you know I am here?"

The meditator lightly brushed the sapphire blue clothes, and the figure in the shadow was empty in real time.

"He can know our conversation, I can't find out what he is doing? In fact, I deliberately leaked the news of the Underworld Seal."

Regardless of the world or the underworld, the conspiracy struggle related to power is always so exciting and bores Jing Jiu.

He knocked on the case in front of him and said, "Here's the point, how do you know that I am in the old plum garden."

The mage didn't answer his question, and said directly: "Work with me, send the high priest into the river of meditation."

Jing Jiu said: "Benefits?"

The mage walked to the window with his hands, and the shadow dimmed the starlight outside.

His projection is shorter than the body, and looks like a strange and terrible puppet.

"I checked for a long time, and today I finally determined that he and Yunmeng Mountain have been secretly connected. Killing him is good for me and you."

The Master turned around and looked at him and said, "And if he goes to Stygian to sleep, the chaos in the lower realm can be settled as soon as possible, and you and I can choose a new Emperor with peace of mind."

Jing Jiu said: "Is this an agreement we have reached?"

The mage said: "I am not Liu Ci, nor Yuanqi whale. It is not enough for you to persuade me to betray a real person. I will only join forces with the final winner. You are so weak that you cannot trust me.

Jing Jiu said, "No."

The mage said, "I'm here to send the letter. Are you sure you don't want to know the content of the letter?"

Jing Jiu wanted to take out the bamboo chair to lie down, and once again remembered that the bamboo chair was being squatted by Xue Ji and had to lie down on the floor, looking out at the sky and stars outside the window.

The mage glanced at him, flicking his sleeves, the shadow was bluish, and disappeared.

Overnight, I saw two of the most powerful men in the Underworld, and Jing Jiu was also a little surprised and tired.

He was very indifferent in these two conversations, even with a condescending attitude, but that was just a gesture.

Regardless of the projection of the high priest or the mage, it can bring him a great threat.

The hierarchical gap between the two parties is too far away. If it was not for the Hades Seal to be in his hands, these two dialogues would never happen.

Just like if he didn't have Yinfeng's life card and didn't have that secret, during the day, Bu Qiuxiao wouldn't negotiate with him here.

A young man walks around the world with the most precious books. He can sit down and talk with the noble princes. It seems to be smart and calm, but it is also very dangerous.

He knew who wrote the letter said by the mage.

It is indeed the most convenient and even the fastest way to communicate on the surface of the vast continent through the projection of the underworld ’s projection.

The question is how do people on the continent transmit information to the underworld.

Before he had no mosquitoes for demonic prison, only Taiping real people had this ability, and the Zhongzhou faction might have some way.

He knows his brother too well, knowing that even a glance may fall into the other party's game, so he doesn't want to read the letter at all.

There is another question. If the high priest is tracking himself through the news of the Zhongzhou faction, how could the Master Master know that he is in the old Meiyuan?

Before he moved, he didn't know he would come here.

Jing Jiu felt something was wrong.

He had a similar feeling when talking with Bu Qiuxiao in this temple during the day.

Is anyone left traceable traces in his body?

He carefully recalled the experience of this life, and he has seen the most subtle places in his body without any doubt or discovery.

When playing against Tianjin in the past, the other party's consciousness did enter his body, but there was no trace left.

His body was still so clean and pure, only some silk in the waist, abdomen and spine.

Just thinking about it quietly, the night passed quickly.

The morning light spilled over the window. He stood up and was about to leave, but he suddenly found a line on the ground where the mage disappeared.

"A cloud came from the south."

Seeing this sentence, his body became a little stiff, and slowly turned to look out to the south of the window.

There are countless clouds in the sky in the south, which one is the one that must die?