The Path Toward Heaven

Nan Wang looked towards the lake.

It was just a simple turn, and the drunkenness in her eyes disappeared, her body exuded a fresh air, and more importantly, her dignity was extremely majestic, and she changed back to Qingrong Peak Master of Qingshan.

The boat moved without oars, breaking through the waves, aroused countless splashes, and soon came to a place not far from the lake.

The doctor knelt on the ground, holding a file in his hands, and dared not raise his head.

Nan Wang reached out and took the file across the sky, opened his eyes and said to Jing Jiu: "I still have to go to Lushan."

Countless extremely thin sword strings were born on the lake, forming a net-like thing.

Nan Wang lifted into the sky and stepped on the net surface barefoot, and flew towards the sky with a swish.

Immediately after, the cosmic front broke through.

The surface of the lake waved, and it gradually calmed down after a while.

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Lushan is a famous mountain in the southwest of the continent. The fame is mainly from the Nanman tribe. It is said that the temple of the Nanman ancestor worship is here.

Two sword lights fell in the valley, and Nan Wangwang looked to the surrounding mountains, silent.

She is the host here, but she has not returned for many years, it is inevitable that she is a little strange, and because of the southward trend, she feels a bit heavy.

Of course, Nan Trend is not in Lushan. If the roller shutter people can find him, why is Qingshan like an enemy?

This is a clue that Liu Cizhen asked Shui Yue'an to use Tianrentong.

She waved her sleeves, the silver bracelet on her wrist struck, and made a nice and clear sound. Hundreds of wild bees flew out of the flowers and trees in the mountains, and followed the sound to the distance.

Jing Jiu knew she was informing the elders of those tribes to help.

It didn't take long for a black smoke to suddenly emerge from dozens of miles away.

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Jianguang broke through the dense forest, the leaves were cut off, and the leaves fell down, flying over and over, like a group of killed birds.

There is an open space in the woods, where a shabby temple is built, and I do n’t know which mountain god it is.

The mountain temple has been surrounded by mantle cloth, and the knots are scribbled. Obviously, it is done in a hurry.

Jing Jiu's gaze passed through the mantle and saw at least dozens of barbarians kneeling on the ground, touching the ground with their foreheads, their bodies trembling slightly, not fear but excitement.

There are more barbarians in the mountains in the distance, and no one dared to take a look at Manbri. They all knelt with their heads down, and they looked extremely religious.

Several old men have obviously different dresses, more gorgeous clothes, and silver collars on their bodies. They should be figures such as wizards and elders.

Nan Wang ’s expression did not change, and he seemed very used to this treatment.

She said something ambiguous.

The Nanbans outside the veil tapped again and again, kissed the ground, and then retreated farther.

Jing Jiu walked into the temple and looked at the statue with a half lotus, a jaw with his hands, and a grace of grace. He felt familiar and asked, "Is this your ancestor?"

Nan Wang said, "It's me."

Jing Jiu was startled, then relieved.

The biggest difference between practitioners and mortals is lifespan.

And time is myth.

The ground in the temple has been dug away, revealing something dark.

Judging from the freshness of the soil, it should be that the tribal elders here have just dug out after receiving the letter from Nan Wang.

Those dark things are not coal, but shade wood.

There will be many thousand-year-old trees buried under the ground of the Nanman Temple, named Shenmu, which suddenly become shade trees, which naturally means many things.

Nan Wang's expression became solemn, and he sat on the ground, but his breath was more lazy.

Her left foot retracted under her hips, her right leg extended forward, barefoot like a white lotus, with her hand supporting the jaw, thoughtfully.

If she carries a jug in her hand at this time, it is a common drunken picture of the beauty of the boulder under the starry sky.

There is no hip flask.

At this time, she seemed like the god in the temple.

Jing Jiu looked at her quietly.

Nan Wang closed his eyes, as if sleeping.

The silver bells on her suddenly rang.

These little silver bells adorned her will never ring at random, no matter when walking or flying with a sword.

Yinling vibrated faster and faster, and the crisp sound made more and more dense, passing through the mantle and resounding through the mountains.

The cheers of the Nanban people rang outside the temple, followed by rough and lively music and singing, and then the sound of footsteps on the ground.

It should start dancing.

Time passed slowly, Nan Wang was still asleep, and the silver bell was still ringing until the night came.

When the bonfire was lit, the barbarians did not feel tired and still sang and danced. Instead, they were even more heated under the influence of alcohol.

Jing Jiu felt that there were at least thousands of breaths, and they gathered in the mountain temple, which became thicker and thicker, and soon turned into happy raindrops.

Nan Wang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were emotionless, and he randomly pointed to the air.

A seemingly simple finger is the combination of Qing Rongfeng's unprovoked swordsmanship and Nanmantong divine art. Looking at the continent, only she can show it.

Countless extremely fine filaments spewed out from her fingertips, instantly weaving into a huge pattern.

This pattern is bright and dark, and gradually formed into a shape, which can vaguely distinguish the map of the mainland of Tiannan.

The closer to Lushan, the clearer the map. Even a creek, a cave will be marked, and the farther away, the more blurred the pattern will be. As far as the faraway ice kingdom is completely on this map Blank.

There is an obvious light spot on the picture near Lushan, which should be the mountain temple where they are now.

A very dark line stretched out from that spot towards the distance.

Jing Jiu knew it was time for himself.

His eyes fell on the blank space below the map, where there was an additional light spot.

There is the South China Sea, where the treasure ship of Penglai God Island was slaughtered.

The second light spot has reached the shore of the south, where the entire village residents died bizarrely.

Immediately after that, more and more light spots appeared, and these are the places where these Tianqingshan Sects recently considered doubtful.The distribution of these light spots does not seem to be regular, but if you look further apart, you can vaguely see that it is like a fan, a line from the depths of the South China Sea to the small village on the shore, and then gradually spread north.

The dark line that left the temple of the mountain came into this fan shape, gradually separating, and turned into more than ten spots, lined up and down neatly.

Yizhou is not far from this spot.

Then the West Sea is not too far away.

Jing Jiu was silent.

He thought Nan Tzu would make other choices, but he didn't expect the other party to be so confident.

Nan forgets to sit for a night, exhausting too much mind, and is inevitably tired. He stretches his waist and says, "Where is it?"

Those light spots are just small on the map. In fact, they are at least hundreds of square meters. To find out more than a dozen light spots,

When talking, she leaned forward and back, Yin Ling moved slightly, pouting her mouth, just like an ordinary girl who was wronged.

Jing Jiu looked at her snow-white belly and thought how good it would be to not drink.

Nan Wang noticed his sight and said, "You want to ..."

Jing Jiu did not want to die or touch, pointing at a spot on the picture and saying, "Here."

Nan Wang suddenly forgot the previous things and asked, "Why?"

Jing Jiu pointed to the village by the sea and said, "At the normal speed of movement, the place he is most likely to go to is now."

Nan Wang thought that the realm of Kirishima's ancestors was unfathomable, like a sword immortal traveling thousands of miles freely. What is normal speed?

Jing Jiu said: "If Nanxi reveals a trace of breath, he will be detected by Qingshan Jianzhen, so he must have found a way to temporarily shield the breath, just like Emperor Xiao. But no matter what method, he You ca n’t move, or you ’ll definitely breathe. ”

No one in Chaotian mainland can really move like a rock.

Even if he learned the Netherworld Sword, he could only make infinite approximations.

Since the southern trend is absolutely immobile, it can only be sent by others, and in order not to attract the attention of the practitioners, it can only be transported by the most common method.

Who is the person who sent Nan Trend deep into the Chaotian Continent?Certainly not the Xihai sword faction, because Qingshan Zong kept staring there.

Jing Jiu did not know who that person was, only another fact, and said, "He is in the coffin."

Nan Wang thought about the dark atmosphere that he had sensed when he used the magic arts before, and his expression changed slightly.

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A carriage carrying a coffin has been heading north on the official road the other day.

The coffin is an old coffin, and at a glance, it is known that it is excellent.

The girl who drove the car was also very well raised.

The girl was petite and Rong Feng was charming, wearing a white filial dress, which was even more delicate, and caused a lot of wicked interest.

But where do those wicked people know that the girl was once a real wicked man in the old forest.

Nanzheng did not dare to kill people at will, but it was still easy to get rid of these people.

More than ten days later, she drove into a wild wild mountain. The mountain road had reached the end. The city was hidden beyond the cliff, but it was a matter of hundreds of miles away.

There is no trace of aura in the mountains here, and it is really barren to the extreme. She guessed that it should be the wild mountain around Yizhou.

This wild mountain is sparsely populated, and there are no sectarians. Only the Baotong Zen Academy, which was created by Zen to clean up the poisonous malaria, was still here.

Nanzheng didn't expect there was a temple in this wild mountain.

It was still a mountain temple in a tribe she was familiar with but had not seen for many years.

Here is at least thousands of miles away from Lushan, why are there temples in the tribe?

The mountain temple is very old and very small. After the coffin is lifted in, there is only a very narrow space left, which can barely lie down.

When she turned to look at the black coffin, the strange feeling in her heart was more intense.

There was no breath in the black coffin, and the ancestor inside seemed to be really dead.

She didn't know what her ancestor had done here or how long she had to wait here, but she didn't dare to leave.

The night is coming, the wild mountains are like ink, there is no sound at all, not even the cry of the beast.

Nan Zheng is a master of Bu Lao Lin, naturally not afraid of beasts, but afraid of such quiet.

She found some oil under the stone statue of the mountain temple and poured it into the lantern outside the temple.

The lantern is broken but still lit, and it is actually red.

The red and warm lights illuminate the broken temple.

It looked a little festive.

It's also scary.

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I uploaded it on my mobile phone, but I do n’t know what happened.