The Path Toward Heaven

The consciousness of the Snow Queen came with flying snow, without showing any will, but with a clear meaning.

That is curiosity.

This highest-level life on the continent will also be curious. What is it?

Is it because of the ice storm that no one has ever stepped on suddenly there is a human practitioner in the north of the sea pole?

Is it because the white cat floating in the snow like a kite?

Is it because the tail feather is broken, looking at some poor golden pheasant?

Is it because of the old man with few hairs, or the brothers?

It should be the latter.

Even the Snow Queen has never seen anyone like Jing Jiu and Yin San.

They are all inhuman.

What's more, Yinsan is also preparing to feather, that is the legend and even myth of the heavenly continent, which has never appeared and she has never seen it.

The powerful but extremely powerful insight from the distant Bingfeng fell on the treasure ship, looked at the lotus, dragon's pith, whale bones, carp scales in that room, and then floated with the wind and came to hundreds Outside the sky.

Jing Jiuben wanted to turn around and walk away, and was afraid of disturbing this consciousness, staying in place and afraid of the other party seeing something.

Not even hesitating, just thinking about it, the Queen of Snow Kingdom's consciousness fell on him, and ... he never left.

That Divine Consciousness still maintained curiosity about him, and at the same time, some kind of doubts arose. Why has this inhumane been seen in general?

"Go." Jing Jiu said with a blank expression, his lips didn't move a bit, like an abdomen.

He didn't dare to use his consciousness to speak with Ada, because he was afraid of being heard by Xue Guonv.

Ada meowed nervously, thinking what happened?Why do you suddenly want to leave, are you not afraid of disturbing the other party?

——The Snow Queen did not recognize her consciousness, but she must have smelled Xue Ji.

Jing Jiu confirmed this fact, where could he still explain to Ada, and turned around and turned into a sword and broke away.

The speed of the universe front is not as fast as that of his own sword escape, so instead of walking away with the sword, he walks with the sword in his arms, and uses the ghost sword.

Since the creation of the Nether Immortal Sword in the Demon Prison with the Emperor of the Devil in that year, today is the best time for him to use this sword technique.

It was not until he became a dark shadow on the horizon that Ada reacted, and gave an angry and wronged meow, and hurried to chase it as quickly as possible.

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"Living is a house wine, the same role is played too much, sometimes it is really difficult to separate each other."

Yinsan stood by the side of the ship and looked at Jing Jiu, who was about to disappear in the sky, and said with emotion: "The reaction is almost the same, and it is almost afraid of death."

He didn't know about Xueji, so he didn't understand why Jing Jiu escaped so fast.

The Snow Queen is still in Bingfeng, thousands of miles away, but the consciousness came here, according to his and Jing Jiu's level of consciousness, there is no need to worry too much.

The ancestor was very nervous. In such a cold environment, a few drops of sweat came out of his head.

The same is true of Yinfeng. Although it once said to its ancestors, if it is going to die, it is better to die under the queen of the snow country, but who wants to die?

They are all big things in the heavens, but they are not as good as Jing Jiu and Yin San at the level of consciousness, but they are easy to be injured by the magical attack of the Snow Queen.

"Real people, what next?"

Ancestral Xuanyin felt the consciousness that seemed to be real, his mouth felt a little dry, and his voice was a little astringent.

The Queen of the Snow Kingdom returned to the treasure ship without attacking, still expressing curiosity.

"She wants to watch the feathering, then I will let her take a good look." Yin Sanwang said to the ice peak deep in the snowfield.

Yin Feng was very dissatisfied, watching the Bingfeng lower his voice and said: "We are not the monkeys of Shi Yuefeng, how can real people be humiliated by this!"

"If you look at it, you won't lose a few meats, let alone this one."

Yin San quietly looked over there and said: "And maybe the curiosity of Her Majesty the Queen will help the feathering."

Two people and one phoenix returned to the room at the bottom of the ship, and the consciousness of the Snow Queen also entered. The layered array method arranged in the treasure ship did not play any role in isolation.

The invisible formations were painted on the ground of the room with the spirit of the underworld.

Ancestor Xuanyin silently reached into the incense burner and lit the crushed top grade crystal with a magic fire.

There are also eleven high-level magic weapons with pure breath hidden under the floor. Those are the "bricks" used to bear the emptiness of the void.

The so-called tripod of the void is the projection of the treasure ship crystal furnace in this room.

The porcelain cup was lifted, and the gray bone marrow landed in the tripod.

The wooden paint round box opened, and the scales of the fire carp flew into the tripod.

The armor box broke open, and a large section of flying whale cartilage fell into the tripod, making the best fuel.

Finally, the Nanzhu cracked from it, the phoenix fluttered with the wind, and the Dinghuo suddenly became extremely deep, glowing with a magical blue color.

Somehow, Yinfeng's eyes showed a painful look.

Yin San took the bone flute across his lips and began to play the music.

It ’s not the Stygian Lullaby, it ’s not the Huangmei tune, it ’s not any famous song in the world, it ’s just flat and straightforward, natural and extremely, as if the water is recovering, endless.

As the song melodiously rose, the fire in Dingli became more vigorous, and the fragments of Lieyang stream inside turned into ashes at an extremely slow rate.

Yin San Fife walked into the array and came to the lotus and continued to play the tune.

The lotus is not in the pot, nor in the water, but is born in the air, trembling gently with the sound of the flute.

This is not a dance, but a disturbance from rain.

Several crystal clear dewdrops grow on the surface of the lotus leaf, and gently roll with the vibration of the leaf. It seems that it may fall at any time, but it will always return to the middle of the leaf.

As the dewdrops rolled, an extremely fresh breath emerged, and fell on Yinsan's body, gradually washing away the decayed and old flavors.

This sounds beautiful, but it is actually a very painful process.

Because with the filth that was washed away together, there was his body.

The branches protruding from the surface of the body, and the dull skin and flesh, thus kept separating from his body, and then fell down, turning into a pool of mud under his feet.

It didn't take long for his body to be full of holes, just like a criminal who was punished by Ling Chi. Several scary holes appeared in his face, showing white teeth, and he looked extremely scary.

After a while, even those teeth began to peel off, and his lips drooped, but somehow the flute sound was still so melodious.

Suffering the most extreme pain in the world, even if he is Yin San, his eyes gradually have a painful look.

Papa Papa, the carrion and rotten bones kept falling, and then his feet began to rotten, exposing the bones.

Yinfeng can't stand it anymore, and said, "Real people, use a drop of real dew!"

The flute cannot be cut off, and Yin San cannot speak.

He smiled to indicate that it was not time.

Normally, the smile is fresh and amiable, and it looks so miserable on the rotten face.

Yin Feng was extremely sad, and said with a tremble: "Do you want to sleep with your eyes closed?"

The sound of the flute rose slightly, agreeing.

"You said that Jing Jiu was willing to take the risk alone, because things in Xihai made him a little tired, what about you?"

Ancestor Xuanyin suddenly said: "You left those clues to let him come, are you also a little tired? So want to die?"

The sound of flute suddenly became more calm, or rather indifferent, like the clear water carried by lotus leaves.

Shoufeng.

Into the dark.

Blood washing the green hills.

May meeting.

The world is in chaos.

Three hundred years of sword prison.

Suffering from splitting.

Anyone will be tired?

Anyone will find it hard?

Yin San closed his eyes.

Patriarch Xuanyin bowed to salute and said, "May the real person have all the grief."

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An ice storm at night south of the sea, a piece of floating ice slowly rises and falls on the black and silver sea surface.

Zhao Layue sat on the ice, her eyes closed, and two shallow frosts hung on her eyelashes.

That night she drove Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing, but she stayed.

This place is extremely cold, and the wind is biting. Even if she has entered the wilderness, it is very hard to support.

The stars in the night sky are very bright, but they are suddenly taken away by a shooting star.

She opened her eyes, looked into the night sky, and finally relaxed, spit out a hot air, the mist gradually covered the black and white eyes.

When I see a meteor, I make a wish, and everything I think can come true.

Not to mention that meteor, this is her wish.

The ice floes sank slightly.

Jing Jiu fell on the ice, walked to her side and lay down, her hands stretched out behind her head and pillowed, watching the stars in the sky, wanting to be quiet.

Zhao Layue knew what must happen, but did not ask.

"I failed to kill him, just glanced at it from a distance and came back."

Jing Jiu said: "Some embarrassing."

"Remember the Sihai Banquet that year?" Zhao Layue said suddenly.

Jing Jiu glanced at her and wondered why he mentioned this?

Thirty years ago, he took Zhao Layue to leave Qingshan, traveled around the world, killed some wicked people and monsters, and killed a person at the Four Seas Banquet, and then went together to ride the sword.The red line left by Firth Sword outside the gimbal was a picture that many practitioners could not forget at the time.

"It is said that after we left, the young monk of Guocheng Temple you liked a lot said aloud."

Zhao Layue looked at him and said with a smile: "That sentence is ... Come and take pleasure, and come back as soon as possible.

She mentioned the past at this time, just to tell him, if you want to kill Taiping, then go to see him, but don't want to kill, then come back.

No matter what you do, it makes sense, as long as you are happy.

This is the first time Jing Jiu heard about this, and he thought that the little monk was so funny, but his mood did not become light.

This time he didn't do what he wanted to do, how can he talk about it?

He didn't kill his brother, nor did he find the answer to that question.

This was the first time he saw his brother after many years.

When they were in Guocheng Temple, they were very close, but they didn't really face each other.

Thinking of the faintly visible figure on the treasure ship, Jing Jiu suddenly felt a little tired.

"I don't know if I feel sad because I am tired, or if I feel tired because I am sad, but I am sad at this time."

When he said this, his expression was still calm, and he looked as cold and ruthless as all the practitioners in the world, including Qingshan disciples, thought.

But he was saying ... he was sad.

Zhao Layue gently touched his face and said, "Don't be sad."

She was taught by him, she didn't know how to express her mood, and she didn't know how to comfort people.

Neither he nor she will directly express their wishes or do things directly.

With a loud sound, Ada fell into the sea outside the ice floes.It crawled tiredly to the surface of the ice, soaking wet. A string of white long hairs looked like cheese pulled out of silk. It was about to lose its temper to Jing Jiu. Suddenly he found that the picture and atmosphere were a bit low. Understand the reason.

He sighed and walked down to Jing Jiu's arms.