The Path Toward Heaven

Suddenly the red light spilled on Nanzheng a little surprised, and what happened next made her frightened.

A faint breath emerged from the bottom of the idol, quickly covering the entire broken temple.

The silver bells on her body moved without a wind, making a clear sound.

Who is practicing the tribal witchcraft and is so powerful?

Nanzheng is even more afraid that these bells will alarm the ancestor in the black coffin. If the ancestor angers himself, what should he do?

With a creak, the lid of the black coffin slowly moved away, revealing a small gap.

Nanzheng looked back and almost fainted.

I don't know when, there is one more person in front of the black coffin.

It was a little kid, wearing a cardigan and a bun, thin and pale.

The child reached into the air, took the very subtle breath, sent it to his nose and smelled it, making an old voice: "The taste of false gods."

Soon the subtle breath disappeared.

The child did nothing, sitting on the coffin, looking at the direction of the distant Qingshan.

Nan Zheng's face was paler than he was, and he thought what it was.

The child seemed to know what she was thinking and said, "There is nothing wrong with your thinking, I am the sword ghost, you can call me the sword ghost boy."

Of course Nanzheng knows what a sword ghost is, but how could there be such a sword ghost in the world?

No matter whether it is a sword ghost or Yuanying, there is no autonomous knowledge and spirit before the body disappears, but the boy sitting on the coffin is obviously not like this.

"Keep me well, don't let those beasts wake me up."

Sword ghost boy floated up after saying this, and soon disappeared into the mountains at night.

It wasn't long before Nanzheng calmed down a little, moved some stiff foot to the black coffin, and looked nervously into the slit.

Nan Thu's skinny body was still in the coffin, without any breath, as if he had already died.

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There is a gentle slope in front of Shuiyue Temple, and there is a huge peach flower under the slope. The petals fall with the wind, like rain, and the two girls are talking under the peach tree.

"My heaven and earth are too poor at practice. The Lord has only counted for someone a few days ago, and it will take another six months to count. The elder Taishang has been away for a long time."

Three consecutive sentences are rejected, Zhen Tao is very sorry, and her face reddishly said: "Sister Winter has a strange temperament, she is recuperating, I don't dare to speak ..."

In Chaoge City that year, Mo Xi'an's Mo Xi colluded with Bu Lao Lin's intention to assassinate Zhao Layue. After the defeat, she was cut to limbs by the winter and thrown at the entrance of Zhao Fu.

Now Mo Xi is still alive and raised in a village on the other side of the mountain. Some people in the temple occasionally come to visit.

Zhen Tao listened to the sisters described her miserable situation, and had a great fear of Sister Winter.

"It's okay." Bai Zao said with a smile.

She had already guessed who Senior Winter had been, and she would not force Zhen Tao.

She came to Shuiyuean this time, originally because of the senior winter confession.

That year Pei Baifa fell to the sea and died, Su Ziye betrayed, He Zhan was discouraged, but the Xihai game did not end.

Through Brother Tong Yan, she knew what Senior Winter's hopes for herself, so she wanted to come to Shuiyuean to see her, and by the way, ask Seniors in Anan to calculate the prospects for this trip.

If you ca n’t count it, it ’s not as good as a man ’s day.

Hope that everything will be fine there.

Bai Zao bid farewell to Zhen Tao, turned around and walked down the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, only to find a few petals on his shoulder.

She suddenly remembered the well house of Chaoge City that year. There was a begonia tree in the courtyard. He looked at her in the petal rain in the study, and seemed to appreciate it.

To do this well, apart from the serious problems of Qingshan, the practice circle is so peaceful. Jing Jiu is so lazy, he should be very happy.

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A white line formed in the azure West Sea.

Tong Yan walked on the sea.

Jing Jiu did not forget his promise to him, and sent Qingtian Jian to Sanqian Temple outside Ohara, and then let the old nun release him.

Qing Tian Jian is not tied by Tong Yan, is it placed in a space magical instrument?

If so, why did he not use it in Guocheng Temple and Lengshan?

There are dozens of white lines in the sky.

Xihaijian sent his disciples to control the sword and took him to Diaixiandao.

The huge window beside the cliff can see the endless blue sea and thousands of years of waves.

Xihai Jianshen turned to look at Tong Yan, said blankly: "What do you use to cast?"

Tong Yan said: "Qing Tian Jian."

This is the answer anyone can think of.

Without Heavenly Order magic weapon, who is willing to bear the cost of being doubted by the Zhongzhou faction?

Xihai Sword God said: "What do you want?"

Tong Yan said: "Alive."

Xihai Jianshen said: "If you don't steal Qingtianjian, you can still live in Zhongzhou, and you can live well, so this reason is not true."

A person who is not good at conspiracy does not mean that he is not smart, just that people like him and Jingyang do not want to be a little distracted outside of practice.

If Tong Yan couldn't give a proper reason, Xihai Jianshen would never mind killing him, and then sent his head to Yunmeng Mountain.

"So I won't give Qingtian Jian to you."

Tong Yan said: "I heard that Taishang Xuan Gong has a copy in Xihai. After I learn, I will ask Jian Ling to come and meet you."

How can I live?You can't count on the acceptance of other factions, you can only improve your realm as soon as possible.

Tong Yan's request is very reasonable, but the compensation given is a bit small.

Xihai Sword God showed a look of appreciation, saying: "You are much stronger than Luo Huainan."

When it comes to his realm, the illusion of enlightenment in Qingtianjian has no meaning, and what is really precious is Jian Ling.

If Qing Tian Jian Ling is really Tian Bao Zhen Ling, it is the only existence in Chaotian Continent for tens of thousands of years.

This brand-new life form can bring many insights and opportunities for Xihai Sword God, which has reached its peak.

Tong Yan was imprisoned in the stone room of Shao Ming Island. In addition to the clear water, there was only a copy of the copy of Taishang Xuan Gong in the stone room.

When he has learned too much of Xuan Gong, he can leave.

Somewhat strangely, Tong Yan didn't open the copy book immediately, but stared at the stone wall in a daze, as if hearing something.

Just like the cave house he left in Luohuainan a few years ago, he faced the stone wall and heard Qinger calling for help.

Qing'er flew out of his sleeve and quickly flew a few circles in the small stone room, saying with satisfaction: "It's safe here."

Tong Yan still stared at the stone wall.

Qing'er flew back to sit on his shoulders, suddenly worried and said: "But Xihai Jianshen is so powerful, looking and very greedy, in case he meets, what do he want to rob me?"

Tong Yan still did not speak, and continued to stare at the stone wall.

An invisible map appeared before his eyes.

This map is not real, but the memory in his mind.

He is second in the world in chess, and he also has unimaginable memory.

The map was painted by Su Ziye. The dense small characters on it are various formations and organs. The red line on the map leads to a hidden cave house on Shao Ming Island.

Tong Yan suddenly unbuttoned her clothes and walked to the front of the stone wall to start digging a hole.

Qing'er quickly covered her face with her small hands, looked at him through the fingers and asked, "Are you going to escape?"

The mountain gate array of the Xihai sword faction is in the distance, and the defensive formation of Shao Ming Island is outside. As long as he does not dig out, he does not have to worry about touching the formation.

But if he doesn't dig out, he can't escape even if he digs for a lifetime.

Tong Yan said: "I'm going to a place."

After a few years, Tong Yan began to dig again.

But this time he will need a lot less time to dig a hole, because he is already familiar with this kind of thing, and the place he is going to is on Shao Ming Island, not far from here.

There is no light in the excavated tunnel, and naturally it does not know day and night.

Tong Yan got out of the ground.

Qing'er was faster than him. He walked around in this cave house a few times, confirming that there was no organ or prying weapon, and said, "Safe ... but there is something very strange."

Tong Yan went deep into the cave house and looked at the sword.

The sword was long and slender, and the breath was cold and indifferent. At first glance, it was known as an extraordinary product.

Qinger looked at the sword and exclaimed, "This sword is so good!"

This is even the best sword she has ever seen, only worse than Jing Jiu.

But she doesn't like Jing Jiu this bad guy now.

Tong Yan looked at the first son sword and said nothing.

Eight hundred years ago, Nanchu returned to the Chaotian Continent. It was with this sword of the first son that he killed countless powerful men and attacked the real people of Daoyuan of Qingshan Sect.

The real man of Daoyuan destroyed Nanshu's Daoshu and also captured the first son sword, and later somehow fell into the palace.

The emperor gave Zhao Layue the sword of the first son through Jinming City. In Guiyun City, when Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui joined forces to kill Luo Huainan, they used this sword.

Then the sword reached Liu Shisui's hand and was snatched away by the Western King Sun. As a result, who had thought that the emperor had already left a mark on this sword.

Pei Baifa came out of the storm, taking the first son sword as the guide, Wanli one sword seriously injured the Sun King.

Chu Zijian fell into the dust and was taken away by the winter. He was handed over to Tonglu in the vegetable garden of Baotong Temple.

Finally, Tonglu died, and the first son Jian returned to Xihai.

This sword has too many legendary stories.

It's amazing that Tong Yan knows the stories that happened on the sword of the first son in recent years, even related to him.

Now he is going to use this first sword to write another new story?

The problem is that there is a mark left by the god emperor on the sword of the first son, and there is a prohibition under the sword god cloth. No matter what kind he can't erase, naturally he can't take it away.

What is he doing here?Do you just want to see?

Qinger glanced at him.

Tong Yan did not speak, went to the corner and sat down, and began to wait.

He didn't know how long to wait.

Maybe ten days, maybe many years.

It doesn't matter.

Just like that year.

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Just a few miles away from the cave house where Tong Yan hides, there is a bigger cave house.

These two caves are the most important places on Shao Ming Island.

Yinsan and Xuanyin ancestors walked into the Dong Mansion, looked at the ancient books around them, and confirmed that Zhenshu was hidden inside.

Then it was time to find the first son sword.

Ancestor Xuanyin walked to the stone wall and was ready to dig a hole.

Yinsan looked at the dying right hand and said calmly, "No."

Xuanyin patriarch said proudly: "Real people, don't worry about touching the formation, I am best at digging holes."

Yes, the people who are the best at digging holes are never childish.

In terms of speed, he is not as good as Jing Jiu.

In terms of accuracy and familiarity, how could he be comparable to the mysterious Xuanyin ancestor who had been forced by the Qingshan sword formation to dig into the sky?

Yinsan withdrew his right hand and smiled and said, "No need to dig, wait until the pivot breaks down, we just walk over and take it away."

From a conspiracy point of view, it is always him who is best at digging holes in the world.

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(There was a problem with the chapter update yesterday. I posted it on my mobile phone temporarily. I lost all the comments. I was really angry. I am happy today and took my niece to ski. Of course, I coded in the hotel. At happy moments, I must sing a song: Na na, na na, yes, it is me who is best at digging holes!)