The Path Toward Heaven

The wind chime of Xingxinglou rang gently.

The wind chimes in another building not far away were all cracked.

The large array of Xuanlingzong Mountain Gate has been fully opened, and the atmosphere is depressed and tense, and Lake Liming is slightly wavy, with a feeling of storm.

More than ten elders of Xuanlingzong stood in the building, their faces were extremely ugly, but not all of them were in this mood.

Representatives of various denominations also came to more than ten people, feeling a bit heavy, but could not see anything on their faces.

De Yuanquan's body was on the floor, no one was moving, and he remained as he had just died.

The blood flowed from behind his brain, which had spread to a few square feet.

What was really scary was the hole in his face, which went from the nose to the back of the head, and looked terrible.

Such a weird wound, no matter what Yuanying or Jian Gui, is too late to escape.

The old lady stood beside Deyuanquan's body, huddled, and looked blankly for a long time without knowing what she was thinking.

The building is unusually quiet.

I don't know how long it took, the old lady finally got up straight, and a clear bell sounded in her body, which is a symbol of the practice of the whole body has been repaired.

She slowly turned to look at why she didn't admire, and her voice was gentle without any emotion, saying, "Qingshan Sect is too deceiving."

Hearing this sentence, several Elders of Xuan Ling Zong looked at why not admiring the past, his eyes full of resentment and anger.

The heads of the various denominations and the elders also felt that the Qingshan Sect was indeed a bit excessive.

After all, this is the family affair of Xuan Ling Zong. How can it intervene arbitrarily and even commit suicide?

The most unreasonable thing is, did your Qingshan Sect give the old lady a day to choose?Why did you suddenly shoot?

"The old lady is spitting blood."

Why didn't Mu Muran say: "I have been talking with Daze Zuo Yusang all the time. What are you doing with me?"

Zuo Yu from Daze smiled bitterly and said, "Yeah, old lady, I promise that all the friends in Qingshan were there before."

The old lady, expressionless, lifted his cane and tapped the floor gently.

The floor trembled slightly.

De Yuanquan's head cracked like petals, and then turned into pieces.

The old lady was not crazy, nor was she doing it, but the residual sword intention hidden in the head of Deyuanquan.

Those residual sword intentions disappeared in the air, leaving traces.

"If the old body's perception is correct, this should be Qingshan Jianyi, and this swordsmanship should be Yunxingfeng's blue bird sword tactic."

The old lady looked at He Bumu with a blank expression and said, "The murderer didn't even make some concealment, and the nobles were too arrogant."

He Mumu's expression remained unchanged, and he was like a stone, saying, "Maybe it is Taiping Yuli, maybe it is the Assassin of Bulao Lin."

The old Taijun stared at his eyes and said, "Who knows what you have to do with Taiping?"

He Mumu said: "The Taiping Demon, everyone is to blame, what can we have to do with him? Laotaijun, please be careful."

The wrinkle of the old lady's face was deeper, as if it was only half a day, and then he was much older.

"Since someone is dead, you have to find out who the murderer is, and ask all your friends to spend a few days with me here."

She looked at the sectarians in the building and said expressionlessly.

This sentence is polite, the scenery of Liming Lake is also good, but everyone knows that this is equivalent to house arrest in disguise.

Sect practitioners were somewhat displeased, but looking at the headless body on the floor, no one said anything.

De Yuanquan was the new suzerain chosen by the old prince. As a result, he appeared in the practice circle and died abruptly.

Will the Aoyama sect stay here?

Dozens of different emotional sights fell on He Mumu.

According to the behavior style of Qingshan Sect, the request of Xuan Ling Sect will never be accepted, not to mention that the old lady has directly identified this matter with them.

No one thought, why did Mu Mu actually accept it.

He took Lin Yingliang and three other disciples of Shi Yuefeng to the outside of the building, and his voice remained high and low.

"Why do you want to go? I have watched the flowers and plants in the peak for so many years, open fire and dark fire, what is wrong with staying here to see the excitement?"

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The new suzerain, De Yuanquan, died, and the Qingxin Assembly ended naturally, but no matter whether it was representatives of various denominations or those who were scattered, they were all left behind.

The method used by Xuan Ling Zong is simple, it is a large array hidden in the lake and mountains.

Two years ago, the Great Gate of the Xihai Sword School was easily broken by Qingshan Sect. That was because Taiping lived into Shaoming Island and destroyed the pivot.

Now the practitioners want to leave unless they can find the position under the supervision of Xuan Lingzong and then destroy it.

Xuanlingzong does not let people leave, but does not forbid practitioners to come and go at will, obviously not worried about this.

The young monk in Guocheng Temple went to find out the news and returned to the courtyard, shaking his head again and again, saying, "It is said that the one who died was miserable."

The old monk looked at Jing Jiu and sighed.

The young monk did not know why Master sighed and said, "I heard that Elder He and the old lady of Qingshan Sect were up again."

The old monk glanced at him and thought about it without shutting him up.

The young monk looked at Jing Jiu and said, "The old prince said that the Qingshan sect was so deceiving. Elder He returned to the Xuanlingzong spitting blood. See, this battle is really neat ..."

Jing Jiuxin thought that these two sentences were indeed somewhat like the couplets I had read in the book before.

The young monk went on to say, "I don't know when the murderer will be found ... Don't look at me like this. I know that it wasn't done by the fairy master of Qingshan Sect, but I was a little curious. By the way, do you say you will still die? I think it shouldn't be. "

The old monk couldn't help but sigh, thinking that it should really make you shut up.

The young monk touched his head and wondered what was going on today. Why did Master sigh again and again?

Sometimes it is called a proverb, sometimes it is called a crow mouth.

In short, there was another murder on the shore of Liming Lake that night.

An extremely senior elder of the hanging bell sect died in the night, the body fell into the lake, and several white geese flew away.

The young monk went out in a hurry and came back after a short time. Some regrets said: "The death is too thorough to save, the assassin is really powerful."

The death form of the Elder Xuan Lingzong is almost the same as the death form of De Yuanquan, with a hole in his face.

The old monk looked at Jing Jiu again and sighed again.

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Over the next few days, the atmosphere by Dawn Lake became more tense, and the disciples of Xuan Ling Zong were more vigilant, but they still could not stop the murders from happening.

Whether in Dongfu or on Huxin Island, there are dead people everywhere, and the dead are all important figures in Xuanlingzong.

The old monk looked at Jing Jiu and kept sighing.

No matter how naive the young monk was, he understood it at this time, but he did n’t understand how Jing Jiu Mingming had n’t been out of the courtyard these days. How did he do it?

Jing Jiu's face was pale, and he returned to the house to meditate and rest.

Ada knew that his sword yuan was too expensive and was distressed, so he didn't climb to the top of his head to go to sleep.

The young monk looked at the closed door and said sadly, "Master, are we count as accomplices?"

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The Great Gate of the Mountain Gate has been opened, and Liming Lake has been sealed. Everyone knows that the terrible assassin cannot be from the outside world, but is hidden among the guests.

The problem is that the assassin is too powerful, don't say that no one saw his figure, and he didn't even leave a trace.

The bells over the mountains and the corners of the eaves had never been sounded once, and the elders and strong men of the hanging bell sect died silently.

On the weird night before, the two elders of Zha Tang died on both ends of Liming Lake, but almost at the same time.

People were so shocked that they thought there was more than one assassin?Or is it that the assassin's body style has been strangely unpredictable?

More and more bizarre conjectures and non-stop deaths have scared many disciples, but for some people in Xuanlingzong, this is the best thing.

There are always a lot of people who support Chen Sect Master in the Xuanling Sect, but they dare not stand up because of the authority of the old lady and the tough methods of the elders.Now that the elders are dead, who else can stop the surging undercurrent of Xuan Lingzong from breaking through the ground?

One night late at night, a very senior elder came to the Star Picking Tower to see the old lady.

"We all know where this situation is coming from now, please lift the big formation as soon as possible, and let go of the suzerain."

The voice of the old lady still has no emotion: "Now Xuanlingzong has been deceived by outsiders. Do you still have to help those outsiders?"

The elder's voice was low and he did not flinch, saying, "How can she be an outsider when the patriarch has been married to Liming Lake for many years?"

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As the elders were killed, the strength comparison between the two schools of Xuanling Sect finally reversed.

But everyone knows that the old lady will never accept failure.

The practitioners who came to attend the Qingxin Conference were a little nervous and curiously waiting for the final outcome of this story.

He Bumu and the three disciples of Shiyuefeng sat in the hall every day, talking gossips to the acquaintances of Daze and Jingzong, it was really like watching the bustle.

Daze Zuo Yushen and Jingzong Changshi and others thought that he was using this method to prove that Qingshan had nothing to do with this matter. Only he knew what he was preparing.

In the early morning of the fourth day, that thing finally happened.

The bell ringing at the dawn lake, the heaven and earth spirit dances, and innumerable vortexes are born.

Some realms with a slightly lower level can't bear the change of aura, their faces are pale, and they rush to the lake and keep vomiting.

With the bell, the formation enveloped a small courtyard.

Dozens of Xuanling Sect disciples surrounded the small courtyard and made sure that no one could leave.

The old lady, holding her crutches, walked slowly to the small courtyard.

The practitioners of the various schools who heard the news also hurried over. The Xuan Lingzong did not hide their intentions and allowed them to stand around.

The door of the courtyard was pushed open, and the young monk looked at the situation outside and was startled, saying, "Senior, you are ..."

The old lady ignored him and walked into the courtyard without looking at the old monk. He walked directly to the monk wearing a hat.

"You do as the rumors say, whether it is a sword or a person, it is very fast, even the old life bell cannot be perceived in advance."

She looked at the monk and said, "But you underestimate my dangling sect."

The flying sword that kills people by the dawn lake these days is indeed weird and fast, but if you kill more, you will always leave some traces.

Xuanlingzong's large array kept narrowing the range according to those traces, and finally when the flying sword killed another person last night, the old lady's life bell was alarmed.

The monk wearing a hat looked down and said nothing.

The practitioners outside the courtyard were very nervous, thinking what would happen if this hat was taken off?

Daze Zuo Yuzhuang and Jing Zongchang Shi looked at each other for a while, and found that his expression was a little dignified.

The old lady looked at the monk wearing a hat, thinking of the strange body style of the other party and the rumors in the two years of practice, and took a deep breath.

"Jing Jiu Daoyou, you are not in quiet retreat in Qingshan, but you are hiding here as a monk in Guocheng Temple. What is your intention?"

Listening to this, the practitioners of various schools could not help but be in an uproar!

That monk wearing a hat was actually Jingjiu Aoyama!

Why did he come to Xuanlingzong to kill?

People thought of why they didn't admire the words they said the other day, and found that this was a matter of course.

-There are only three foreign visitors in these years, Tong Yan, Bai Zao and Young Suspension Master Suther.

When Tong Yan visited Shenmofeng, Jing Jiu was still trapped in the snowy field, which means that only the foreign guests he personally received were Bai Zao and Desser.

The whole practice circle knows the relationship between Jing Jiu and Bai Zao, and his relationship with Deather is conceivable. If something happened to Deser, how could he not come?

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Hearing the old lady's words, why not admire a slight squint, the hands behind him tremble slightly.

He was not nervous, let alone afraid, but he had squeezed the sword tactics and informed Lin Yingliang that three disciples of Shiyuefeng were ready to start.

These three disciples are not high, and Lin Yingliang, the strongest, is also in the dark. He knows that once the war starts, he is afraid that something will happen.

Under the watch of everyone, the monk lifted his right hand to remove the hat, revealing his face.

Seeing that face, why didn't you admire something unexpected, but your mind was relaxed a lot, and the sword squeeze in your right hand was also released.

The courtyard is very quiet.

The atmosphere is awkward.

The monk's face was beautiful, but not perfect.

Then he is naturally not Jing Jiu.

He Zhan looked at the old lady and asked seriously, "I am a monk in Guocheng Temple, why can't I be here?"

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(Well, according to everyone's opinion, the name Ada will be used in the future, one word less than Liu Ada ...)