The Path Toward Heaven

It was a hundred miles away, and snowflakes rose from nothingness, danced with the wind, and then disappeared in the air, obviously not natural.

Jianlu Yuanqi whale personally sits in town, and Guangyuan live-action and Nan Wang are ready to shoot at any time. There may be more powerful people hidden in the clouds over there.

Acting with the strong strength and self-confidence of Aoyama Sect, they all displayed such a big momentum, indicating that the matter here is definitely not over yet, and it is still very large.

"What do we need to do?" Master Windblade asked without hesitation.

It is the responsibility of all human races to suppress the underworld, and no one can stay out of the matter.

Real person Guangyuan replied honestly: "I don't know, if the head calls us, we will come."

Master Feng Dao thought about the young leader of the Green Mountain. For a while, he did not know how to speak. He looked at the body of the 12 priests and said, "What should I do?

"No need to."

The voice of the real person of Guangyuan fell, and the sun shone on the Huihui sword, which suddenly became extremely fierce, burning the body of the twelve priests to ashes.

Then he took a piece of paper from his sleeve and looked at it very carefully. After confirming that the time and place were correct, he pressed his hand to say goodbye and stepped on his sword to fly hundreds of miles northwest.

The not-so-good song also followed, and the isolated snow and snow disappeared into the sky.

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The twelve priests of the underworld came to the world and were immediately killed by the Qingshan Sect. This incident was too coincidental and naturally caused a lot of speculation and doubt.

Thurse said that the Qingshan Sect does not need to explain, and the Qingshan Sect does not need to explain to the people of the world, but some people are always special.

In the Zen room deep in the Jingyuan Garden, Zen took the small wooden stick from his ear and blew off the earwax at the tip of the stick. He asked, "I didn't expect you to take Taiping's old road."

Jing Jiu took the iron pot on the table farther and said, "I have never been different from him."

Zenko took his ears seriously again, and then threw the little wooden stick into the mud outside the window, saying, "Anyone can guess that you are connected to the lower realm."

"Can't it?" Jing Jiu's voice did not fluctuate.

Canglong was transformed into a town of demons in Chaoge City, blocking the passage in the abyss. The Zhongzhou faction, in the name of the Hades, did not know how many benefits were squeezed from the underworld.

The High Priest of the Underworld once projected into Chaoge City to meet him, and at that moment he was certain of certain things.

Chanzi knew what he meant and said, "There is no evidence."

Jing Jiu poured himself a cup of tea and said, "You have no evidence."

Zenzi also poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and said, "Good tea, but no matter who you cooperate with in the underworld, it is not a good thing."

Jing Jiu said: "Gu Qing boiled it in an iron kettle, I think it's pretty good."

Zenzi glanced at him and said, "It will be years before the position of the head is set so early?"

From summer to autumn, they read countless scriptures in this meditation room, thought about countless proposals, and finally found a way to repair the smog.

But as Chan Zi said, Jing Jiu is just the beginning of breaking the sea, far away from the peak of the sky, let alone soaring.

Jing Jiu said: "After that person's death, it doesn't make much difference who is the head."

Zenzi said with a blank expression: "If Taiping died so easily, he died six hundred years ago, he died three hundred years ago, and he should have died the year before."

Jing Jiu did not continue this topic and said: "Help me stare at the Bai family, don't let her contact with the lower realm, at least not for these few days."

Zenko said: "It's very simple."

Jing Jiu said, "You can't beat her again."

During the Spring Festival, Chanzi said this in front of Guangyuan real person and Yueqianmen. On the surface, it humiliated the Zhongzhou faction, but actually reminded Qingshan Sect.

Half a year later, this sentence was finally returned to Zen Zi by him.

Zenzi sighed and said, "This is Guocheng Temple, OK?"

In the afternoon, the details of the death of the twelve priests finally reached the East China Sea. People only knew that Guangyuan was the real person.

In the evening, the latest news came again, and the seven priests in the underworld appeared two warlocks who were very good at the soul of the soul, and appeared not far from Juye City.

Dao Shengyuan was sitting in Baicheng, and the strong swordsman hadn't had time to shoot yet. The seven priests and the two magical warlocks died.

Still died under the sword of Qingshan.

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The night is beginning to dye, the stars are on the way, the twilight is over, and after the evening class is over, Guocheng Temple is quiet.Walking between Tallinn, I could hear the blessings and sobbing from both sides of the official road vaguely, I don't know which patient is dying, or which patients are dying.

The monks are all wise in their six senses. If the strong infants like Bai Zao are intent on listening, they can even hear the sound of the East China Sea dozens of miles away.

But there were waves in her sea of ​​knowledge at this time, and there were countless voices. Naturally, she had no intention to listen to distant voices.

Came outside the Jingyuan, and was told by the great monk that she walked in.

Gu Qing sat in front of the stone tower to meditate and practice, and there seemed to be nothing to worry about.

Zhuo Rusui was napping on the side of the stone tower, and it seemed that he was quite full for dinner.

When I came to the meditation room, I smelled the faint tea, watching Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue sitting side by side. The waves in her heart gradually calmed down and asked, "How many more will there be?"

Jing Jiu didn't speak, because he didn't know whether Tong Yan could trick a few up.Until now, he didn't quite understand why the priests of the Underworld were so deceived-because he didn't know exactly what the Seal of the Underworld meant to the people in the lower realm.

Bai Zao looked at his eyes and asked, "Brother, is it below?"

Jing Jiu did not answer.

Zhao Layue opened his eyes, with a faint mist retreated, looked at her and asked, "How much do you know?"

Bai Zao said: "I have only recently learned something."

Zhao Layue said: "Since you know these things, you should not ask us, but ask your mother."

This sentence seems ordinary, but it is hard to face directly.

Bai Zao left Jingyuan and came to the Tallinn, where he remained silent for a long time.

There was no wind tonight, and the pine forest not far away did not make waves, but the sound in her ears was getting louder and louder, until it was disturbed by several footsteps.

The three girls who came, Thurse, Queniang and Zhen Tao, came to meet Jing Jiu.

They were a little surprised, smiled and Bai Zaohan made a few words, and walked towards Jingyuan.

Tonight there is indeed no wind, but Bai Zao feels that the night wind is slightly cold.

Whether it is in Taoist wars or when asking the Dao Assembly, the younger generation of monastic geniuses are all her friends and companions.

They used to drink wine by the lake, and made great hopes for peace in the world.

But now ... Luo Huainan is dead, Tonglu is dead, Tong Yan is gone, He Zhan becomes a monk, Su Ziye becomes a lonely ghost, and the disciples of Two Forgotten Peaks, such as Nanshan, are arrested in the mountain and cannot come out.

On the contrary, there are so many young people in the quiet garden.

She is a little lonely.

"Wait."

She shouted Zhen Tao, and asked with his eyes if the senior had woke up.

Zhen Tao shook her head, saying that no one in the temple knew when she would wake up.

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Guocheng Temple has never held a meeting again, and the monks of various denominations, or take this rare opportunity to ask the monks in the temple for some problems, or to refer to each other for some Taoism, or to wander around like surging and Zhen Tao, but there is no Leave alone, because everyone is waiting for the final result.

News kept coming from the north.

There is a powerful character in the underworld.

Then died.

Again.

Dead again.

Of course, Qingshan Zong shot.

In the early morning of the seventh day, the morning light illuminates the wilderness.

A huge green mountain sword boat landed on the ground with the cold light.

The location of the underworld demon mainly appears around Lengshan.

I do not know what the reasons are, and the various sects and courts have never sent people to come.There are still some denominational reactions of the Fengdao Religion and the imperial court. After all, this is obviously that the Qingshan Sect and the Zhongzhou faction are secretly working. No one wants to be among them, but the strange thing is that even the Zhongzhou faction has no people.

Looking at the Qingshan sword boat in the distance, an Elder of the Wind Sword taught with emotion, "What the Qingshan Sect is doing?"

Last night, a bloody battle ushered in the cold mountain. A priest in the underworld burned the soul fire and seriously injured the master of Bihu Peak Cheng Youtian. Just as the wind knife master was preparing to shoot, suddenly several flying swords flew from the sky. , The sword masterpiece, the priest and the manpower he carried were twisted into powder.The Wind Swords who had been paying attention to the battlefield only knew that the Qingshan Sect was the best.Five peak masters such as Yuanqi whale, plus eight elders breaking the sea ... This situation is not much worse than the battle of the West Sea.

Master Feng Dao was silent for a while, and said, "Only in this way can it be safe, otherwise Qingshan can't afford this responsibility either."

Everyone knows that the aberration of the Underworld is related to the Qingshan Sect, and many people have even suspected that the Qingshan Sect collaborated with some forces in the Underworld-after all, there is the past of Taiping Zhenren-if the Qingshan Sect really let go With a strong underworld, even if a mortal dies, he will face great doubts.

Therefore, Qingshanzong must be in the attitude of a goshawk beating a rabbit to ensure that there will be no problems.

The elder shook his head and said, "This matter is so weird, how to explain after Qingshan Sect?"

The master of the wind knife said: "No matter how weird, as long as Qingshan really works, no one can say anything. Do you think these underworld monsters are so good to kill? Let ’s say we saw two games with our own eyes. Holy, do you think you can hold it? "

After a few more days, the cold wind blew up, and the green mountain sword boat rose by the wind and returned to the south.

There was also an autumn breeze on the East China Sea, and some leaves fell, and the practitioners gathered again in the temple.

The Zhongzhou faction withdrew the proposal made during the Spring Festival.

Not only that, the share of the Xihai Sword faction in the past is now officially under the control of Qingshan.

The Qingshan Sect took half of those shares and distributed them to the Daze, Xuanling Sect, Jing Zong and other denominations. Unexpectedly, Fengshan's Wuenmen received the most.

Anyway, it's all from Qingshan, and Jing Jiu's thinking is his business.

The factions say goodbye.

Zhongzhou sent everyone to leave.

At this moment, Jing Jiu's voice rang.

"Ju Soul Valley is a channel for the suppression of the Zhongzhou faction, and now there are so many ghosts in the underworld, not good."

He told the Zhongzhou faction: "Qingshan can kill, but this is your problem, so don't have it next time."

Bai Zhenren turned around and looked at him calmly and said, "Does Jingzhang Master want to ask Master Xing to guilt?"

Jing Jiu said, "Well."