The Path Toward Heaven

(Hello Huang Agou, I still use this chapter name. Originally this chapter wanted to be called: Let ’s listen to the cat meow ... The sound of firecrackers came out of the window to remind me that the New Year is coming ,Expect.)

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Three hundred and thirty years ago, there was a war between the strong race between the human race practitioners and the snow country high-level creatures in the Lanling Snow Field.

Since then, there has been no real war in the spiritual world.

The battle between those denominations and the fight between the right and the evil can only be counted as a battle, and the scale and intensity of the Battle of Yuntai is far from enough.

But there must be a real war between Qingshan Sect and Xihai Sword School.

Since it is a war, it is natural to make perfect preparations and pre-war analysis.

If the Xihai sword faction is handsome with sword gods, the real killing is still southward.

In fact, Qingshan Sect has studied this first sword slayer for many years.

Based on hundreds of years of research, they tried to determine the method of closing the south and avoiding the large array of mountains.

The giant friend of Jing Jiu touched the fog on the foggy island of the South China Sea and confirmed that the fog was a natural wonder on the island. It would gradually dissipate too far away from the island.

Therefore, Southward is definitely not using this method.

Through extremely complicated and careful deduction calculations of Nan Tzu's origin, past exercises and temperament wisdom, Shiyue Peak was exhausted by the two elders, and Qingshan Zong finally reached a conclusion that the reliability rate was over 90%- Nan Tse used the mountain god of the barbarian to restrain his soul into a living corpse.

The living corpse has no vitality, so it can avoid the search of Aoyama Grand Formation.

When it is needed, Nan Tzu will wake up and turn around. At the most critical moment, before the start of the Qingshan Grand Array, he will send a deadly sword to Liu Ci or Yuan Qi Whale.

Nan Wang was born in the Nanman tribe and was familiar with these witchcraft, so Liu Ci would recommend Jing Jiu to take her with her.

She was a little dissatisfied and whispered: "Since you know that he is in the coffin, why don't you check from this clue?"

Jing Jiu said: "There are too many coffins, it is impossible to check."

Nan Wang was stunned. He didn't understand how there were so many cars carrying coffins. Do many people die every day?

Jing Jiu looked at her expression and sighed in his heart.

He and Liu Ci were the same at the beginning. They didn't understand why many people died every day.

It was not until the roller blind people sent the data that they knew that on average Chaotian Continent would have more than 10 million people dying each year, and the area they wanted to check was more than 3 million.This means that 10,000 coffins are opened and closed every day where they want to check.

In fact, this is common sense, but the longevity of practitioners is too long to think of this at all.

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Nan Wang and Jing Jiu left Lushan and went west to the big mountain hundreds of miles away from Yizhou.

It was already summer at this time. The mountain was not cool, but it was more sultry. With no trace of spirit, it is no wonder that people are so scarce.

The monks at Baotong Zen Academy took out the extremely precious red beetroot preserved from spring to the present and entertained the two distinguished guests, but there was no clue.

When leaving the Zen monastery, Jing Jiu made a special trip around the vegetable garden to look around, and found nothing.

The white cat squatted on his shoulder, and suddenly gave a meow to the sky to the northeast.

Nan Wang did not hesitate to rise up with the sword and flew over there.

Jing Jiu followed, but had a very bad hunch.

Walking with white cats, not for safety, but for smell, the whole Qingshan said that the nose is easy to use, except for the dead dog.

There are no roads and no traces in the mountains that are full of malaria and are full of wild trees but still make people feel desolate.

The white cat squatted on his shoulders, holding his head and sniffing non-stop, and from time to time softly meowed.

Jing Jiu and Nan Wang, listening to the cat meow, kept changing their direction and gradually went deeper into the mountain.

When the twilight came, the white cat yawned and shook his head, trying to keep himself awake, and then meowed to remind them that they should still be ahead.

Nan Wang felt that it was much more cute now than before, which was so fierce and fierce, and reached out to touch its head.

Where did the white cat let her hand fall on her body, opened a small mouth of the blood bowl, exposing small fangs that were sharper than the flying sword, and howled, she would bite down.

At this moment, it suddenly changed its expression suddenly, climbed down from Jing Jiu's shoulder at an extremely fast speed, drilled into his sleeve, and never came out.

Nan Wang looked at Jing Jiu's slightly trembling sleeves and said nothing.

Jing Jiu looked to the mountains ahead, his expression dignified.

found it.

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There is an old road buried in the wilderness deep in the mountains.

There is a dilapidated small temple at the end of the old road with a lantern hanging in front of it.

There is a black coffin in the broken temple.

A young girl came out of the temple, dressed in a short skirt and covered with silver bells, but walked quietly.

The girl lit the lantern outside the temple, and the red light shattered the temple, just before night came.

On a mountain cliff more than ten miles away, Jing Jiu retracted his gaze and looked south to forget.

The girl is very similar to Nan Wang.

"In order to clean up the influence of the descendants of the southern trend, I let the clan kill a lot of people, but I escaped a little bit."

Nan Wang looked at the girl walking back to the temple and said blankly: "She should be called Nan Zheng."

After saying this, she somehow found a hip flask and started drinking.

Drinking is not because of the emotion of seeing Nanzheng, but because of fear.

Nan drive should lie in the black coffin.

She is the master of Qingrong Peak of Qingshan Sect, the real strong man who breaks the sea, but what is in the eyes of the other party?

Jing Jiu looked at her and said, "You should drink less wine and practice more swords."

Nan Wang's talents are very good. If he is willing to spend more time on drinking, singing, hurting spring, and sad autumn, he may have already reached the peak of breaking the sea.

Both he and Liu Ci thought that Nan Wang was the most likely candidate after Fang Jingtian, but now she has been passed by Guangyuan, which is of course a pity to him.

Nan Wang thought to himself that he was scared by the black coffin. How dare he speak to himself in this tone.

Jing Jiu also had some surprises. She didn't even ask herself if she wanted to die. Guess she was nervous at this time. She pointed to the broken temple in the distance and said, "Who is the god in the temple?"

This ruined temple is obviously the system of the Nanman tribe temple, but the statue in the temple is not the appearance of Nan Wang, it is obviously much taller, the paint on the face has been mottled off, but it still gives a cold and killing feeling.

Nan Wang said: "It should be Nan Trend himself."

Eight hundred years ago, Nanchu was the true god of the Nanman tribe, and his realm and identity were worthy.

It's just that as he was forced into the Kirishima by the Qingshan Sword Formation, time has passed and he has long been forgotten by the vast majority of tribesmen.

This broken temple is most likely his last temple.

Thinking of this possibility, Nan Wang raised the hip flask again and poured a sip of wine.

Jing Jiu felt the tremor in his sleeve and knew that Ada was still afraid. He felt it through his clothes to comfort him, and then said to Nan Wang, "Don't be afraid, there is me."

"You are not your master, what nonsense."

Nan Wang wiped off the wine in the corner of his lips, and said with a blank expression: "Keep this place, I will inform the head."

Jing Jiu said to me that he would sit cross-legged.

The white cat, unaware of any fright, got out of his sleeve and crawled to his shoulder, reaching out his cat's claws and hugging his neck tightly.

The sleeves moved without wind, and a sword bracelet fell off Jing Jiu's wrist. When the wind broke down, it changed back to the body of Firth Sword, and turned into a blood line.

Nan Wang looked at the fading blood line and felt strange.

At the Sword Trial Conference that year, she and the rest of the elders of Zhufeng saw Jing Jiu's innate invisible sword body with her own eyes, and determined that this was a rare swordsman.

But how old is this guy and how many years have he been practicing swordsmanship?And isn't Fu Sijian the sword that Jing Yang left to Zhao Layue?Why can you use it?

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The night shrouded the wild mountains and the ruined temple, the red lantern became more eye-catching.

The black coffin was lying quietly in the temple, giving a strange and terrible feeling.

Among the cliffs more than ten miles away, Nan Wang and the white cat stared at the broken temple without looking away.

They stood one by one and merged with the autumn trees and grass around them.

It took a long time for the night to pass.

The morning glow reflected the red sky.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes.

The sword tour is over, but Forth Sword has not returned.

Nan Wang knew exactly how fast the Forth Sword was, and couldn't understand it at all.

Knowing that Nan Trend is here, Qingshan Sect should attack with all his strength. Why didn't even some news come back?

Jing Jiu stood up and looked at the broken temple in the morning light, and said, "I told them that Nanju was here, but they didn't let them come."

Nan Trend did indeed use the mountain god to restrain the soul, and turned himself into a dead body in a coffin, but it was not the case.

The dead body in the black coffin had no breath, just like a real body, but Jing Jiu always felt that the body was missing.

The strange red lantern reminded him of a possibility.

Red lanterns are used to summon souls.

The spirit of Nan Tse is gone?

The soul of the authentic practitioners of Xuanmen is Yuanying, and the soul of Jianxiu is the sword spirit. Now Chaotian Continent is more commonly known as the sword ghost.

This habit is derived from the ghost sword of the southward trend.

The dead body in the black coffin had no soul, which meant that Nanxi's sword ghost was not there.

For other practitioners, it must be assumed that if the sword ghost is not present, that is true death, even if the person is southward.

But Jing Jiu knew that the sword ghost could survive alone under certain special circumstances.

He believes that an old guy like Nan Tzu, if he really dies, will inevitably shake the whole world, and will never be so quiet.

The sword ghost of Nan Trend must be alive, but he didn't know where he went.

Jing Jiu did not let Liu Ci and Yuan Qi whale come over, but was worried that the sword ghost of Nan Trend had gone to Xihai.

If that's the case, Qingshan must throw all its power into the West Sea to avoid accidents.

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Nan Wang didn't understand why Brother Zhang and Brother Jian listened to Jing Jiu's opinion.

What if Nan Tzu wakes up from the coffin?

She looked at the broken temple in silence, her face pale.

Lord Bai Gui is a guardian of the Qingshan Mountains, and a big thing in the sky. Even if she joins her, it can't be the enemy of the sword of the south.

At this time, the girl walked out of the broken temple and blew out the red lantern.

"According to my calculations, the body in the coffin will not wake up, so we are safe."

Jing Jiu said: "We only need to destroy the lantern and the corpse in the coffin when necessary."

The white cat meowed pitifully, saying that I would not dare to do such a thing.

Nan Wang coldly snorted and said, "I will come to you."

Jing Jiu thought of the bad hunch and said, "It makes sense, you go first, I'm waiting here."