The Path Toward Heaven

There was silence in the palace.

People looked at the Tsing Yi strange man and were speechless in shock.

Jin Xun and Niu Xing felt the feedback from the Imperial City and looked at each other to see the fear in each other's eyes.

If this punch falls on them, even if their magic weapon is exhausted, it will definitely be blown into powder.

Many sectarian practitioners once saw Jing Jiu fist in the Qingshan Master Ceremony. At that time, Jing Jiu took the punch of the Underworld Seal to the death of Uncle Tailu in the wheelchair. Comparing fist, what does that count?

What made these sectarians even more frightening is that the man's practice is obviously not the genre of any sect, nor the evil cult.

Liu Shisui looked at the Tsing Yi stranger, and somehow gave him a familiar feeling, his expression slightly disturbed.

Bu Qiuxiao glanced at him and said nothing.

Farther on the lotus ride, Zenko declared a buddha and was silent.

Some old strong practitioners also remembered something, and a terrified voice suddenly sounded in the sky: "Blood Demon!"

Listening to this sentence, more people remembered it.

Thousands of years ago, the evil world was flourishing, and the blood demon religion raged all over the world. It was only after being combined and suppressed by the Zhengdao and Qingshan sects, and so on, that it withdrew from the historical stage. Bong is regarded as the only ancestor and spiritual ancestor.

Is that Tsing Yi monster the aftermath of the blood demon religion?However, the blood demon religion has long been destroyed. Even if some secrets of exercises are lost, without master teaching the related evil methods, it is impossible to cultivate such a genuine and terrible means!Is this person the strong man of the blood demons, and has lived until now?Isn't it already more than a thousand years old?So why did he come out of the cloud boat sent by Zhongzhou and once stood beside the real person?

How terrible is the blood demon religion thousands of years ago, and how terrible are the great powers?

It is no wonder that even March is not a one-shot enemy of this person.

Many people looked at Jing Jiu, but found that Jing Jiu's expression was calm, not sad, not even worried.

Kou Qingtong withdrew his right fist and glanced, his eyes full of cruelty and appreciation.

Suddenly, he found many people's eyes turned away from themselves.

He looked down and saw Jing Jiu slightly startled, and said, "Are you the next one to die? It's beautiful to be born, but unfortunately it doesn't seem to kill people very much."

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Yin San said that he came to the opera to see the song city. In fact, some people have been watching the drama, and the position of watching the drama is much better than him.

Ping Yongjia watched the death of the emperor in the partial hall, watched the concubine cry and became a little cat, watched the emperor ascend to the throne, watched Tianjiang talk about the real person, and watched Lian March out of Huajiao and said that he was a master In just one day, I have read life drama, tragic drama, palace drama, fairy hero drama, and genius drama, some of them have to read the meaning of sorrow and joy.But the beautiful plot came to an abrupt end as it appeared in March and gradually climbed to the peak ...

The monster in Tsing Yi actually blasted Lian March to the ground with one punch, and his life and death were unknown. Then he said that he would kill Master!

Ping Yongjia was frightened and angry, but he knew that the other party only had to breathe and killed himself. He could n’t do anything. At this time, he heard the exclamation in the sky and the restlessness of the court officials The sound of discussion turned around, pushed the door of the partial hall, and shouted loudly at the square.

"Zhongzhou faction claims to be the leader of the right way, but secretly hides the evil spirit of the blood demon, you still have to be shameless! What qualifications do you have to fight with my master!"

The young Qingshan disciple's slightly exaggerated voice wandered in the imperial city.

But neither the officials in the main hall nor the practitioners of the factions in the sky ignored him, and no one followed him to initiate a condemnation with the Zhongzhou faction.

Ping Yongjia felt so embarrassed that when he found that the Tsing Yi stranger was looking at himself, he was even more frightened. He closed the window with a snap and opened his quilt to cover his head. The next moment came to his mind. I was on this couch at that time, and I was even more afraid. I rubbed my hands and said something like His Majesty.

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That man was the aftermath of the blood demon religion, and may even be a senior member of the blood demon religion thousands of years ago, but he joined forces with the Zhongzhou faction. It is reasonable to say that this will arouse the indignation of the righteous sect.

There is no denomination to speak, not to fear the prestige of the Zhongzhou faction, because even the scholars of Zen Zi and Yi Mao Zhai kept silent.

the reason is simple.When they remembered who this Tsing Yi stranger was, they also remembered the past.

The Zhongzhou faction adopted this strange man in Tsing Yi and agreed with all the upright factions thousands of years ago.

At that time, the blood demons had been defeated under the encirclement and suppression of the orthodox sect, but the hundred-footed insect died and was not stiff. There are still countless powerful and terrifying killings in the altar of the blood demons. The other party is very difficult, and must pay an extremely tragic price. At the most critical moment, White Blade postponed the soaring and personally defeated the extremely high-level and extremely terrifying devil in the blood demon church. Through this devil The Zhengdao sect had a lot of internal information about the blood demons, and successfully entered the blood demons' altar. In the final battle, the devil even attacked the blood demons who had a magical power!

The blood demon leader was attacked and injured, and finally died under the joint attack of White Blade and Daoyuan.

The destruction of the blood demon religion is the result of the bloody battles of the righteous sect that lasted for more than 100 years, but the devil ’s abandonment has no doubt played the most crucial role, and this devil is standing in the palace at this time. Kou Qingtong on the square.

Afterwards, according to the agreement he made with Bai Yi, he has been practicing life in Yunmeng Hou Valley.The practitioners know this matter, but as time goes by, many people have forgotten it. Until today, he appeared in front of the world and punched out for three months before returning to people's memories.

At that time, Kou Qingtong needed the White Blade Fairy personally to conquer. He could even sneak attack on the leader of the blood demon without dying. I can imagine how strong his realm is. Now more than a thousand years have passed. Even if he failed to ascend, the spirit body Some decline, but it is certainly one of the most pinnacles of Chaotian mainland, and it should be at a level similar to that of Kirishima ancestors.Now it has been defeated in March. Who else can win him?Who else can beat him in Qingshan?

People looked at Jing Jiu again, wondering what Qingshan Sect would do next.

Jing Jiu looked at a bitter boat in the sky.

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Liu Shisui stared at the Tsing Yi man in the square, the familiar feeling became more and more obvious.

He has never seen Kou Qingtong, and has no cause-and-effect entanglement with the other party. This familiarity comes more from breath and taste ...

At that time, he swallowed the demon pill under the turbid water, and also learned the secret techniques of evil skills handed down by the blood demon religion. The kind of exercises helped him grow at an unimaginable speed, and also brought countless hidden dangers to his body. It was forced to study Buddhist scriptures in the vegetable garden outside Guocheng Temple for many years, and then went to Yimaozhai to learn the positive airway for many years before gradually disappearing.

Looking at Kou Qingtong today, the magical atmosphere in the deepest subtle meridians of his Dao tree suddenly became active and spread like wildfire quickly.His face was pale, covering his chest, shaking twice, almost falling off the bitter boat.

Since confirming Kou Qingtong's identity, Bu Qiuxiao has been paying attention to Liu Shisui's movements. At this time, when he saw his breath was stimulated, he raised his eyebrows slightly and grabbed a breeze from his right hand, then poured it into his ears.

The breeze washed the pulse, and Liu Shisui felt that the chest discomfort was better. He thanked the gentleman and looked at the Tsing Yi man in the square again.

Kou Qingtong also felt the magical breath of the same origin not far away. When he turned around and saw Liu Shisui, he said slightly, "I still have disciples?"

Then he found that Liu Shisui was actually on the bitter boat of Maozhai, his eyes suddenly became cold, and said in a dry and unpleasant voice: "I do n’t like Yi Maozhai scholars who are fake and righteous. How can I teach the gods under their door! "

His voice became louder and louder, and it was only normal when he talked about fake and false scholars. When he said how he could cast under them, his anger was abnormal, his voice was extremely loud, and he turned into countless thunders and echoed in the palace. .

With those thunders gone, and the endless violent and fierce blood demon religious authenticity radiating from his body, other decent practitioners can say that they only need to keep their minds, but Liu Shisui It is simply unable to resist the intrusion of those magic breaths. The magic breaths in the body suddenly burst out and rammed in the meridians.

A clatter!He vomited several black blood drops in a row, and looked extremely miserable.

Bu Qiuxiao looked cold, fed him a panacea, and asked Xi Yiyun to help him rest in his cabin.

A small array of crossing rivers was scattered in that cabin, which should be able to resist the silent breath of Kou Qingtong.

Jing Jiu withdrew his sight from Ku Zhou and looked at Kou Qingtong in the distance, just like watching a dead man.

Now, of course, he can't beat Kou Qingtong, just like he can't beat real people, but it doesn't mean that he can't be beaten to death, but he knows more clearly that even if Kou Qingtong will be killed today, he won't be himself.

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Suddenly a whimper sounded from the ground of the palace, wondering if the wind above the river was whistling, or the injustice in the Zhenmo prison ran out, or the aftertaste of Kou Qingtong's fist.

Many people noticed that the sound came from the hole in the middle of the square.

The sound became sharper and sharper. Suddenly a column of water blasted out of the hole and rushed into the sky until it dissipated until several tens of feet high.

When those underground rivers gradually receded into the cave, they returned in March.

Her whole dress was soaked, her black hair was drooping on her face, the blood from the corners of her lips and the water from her clothes were not washed by the river, and she looked a little embarrassed.

Kou Qingtong looked at her with a strange expression and said, "You are not dead yet?"