The Path Toward Heaven

An extremely dense crackling sounded suddenly in the old Meiyuan.

It was like the bowstring was broken, and it was like the skin filled with wine was broken.

In fact, the sword string was broken and the Zhuxian sword array was broken.

The thin layer of water that was crushed to the bottom of the lake seemed to be hard and hard, and suddenly a footprint appeared on it.

The breeze flicked and the white clothes fluttered.

Jing Jiu appeared on the ruins of Antang, standing in front of Gu Qing, reaching out a finger, pointing to the sword formed by the blood shadow.

At this moment, the time of the entire continent stopped.

Only his finger and the sword of the blood shadow were still moving forward.

A crackling sound.

Blood shadow condensed into substance, that is Yin San's fingers.

Two human fingers.

Two people.

Finally met.

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It is difficult to imagine the sword intent of its quantity and purity, which spurt out from the place where two fingers meet.

It's like the most spectacular waterfall in the world, like the rainstorm of that year, like the sunrise coming out of the East China Sea.

The cosmic front, the Fuji sword, and the first son sword felt the countless sword intentions shrouded in the ruins and avoided the air.

Fu Sijiansuo was even brighter, looking at the magma river like the ground, naturally disengaged from Gu Qing's hand, turned into a whip, and pulled towards Yinsan's face.

The bone flute rose against the wind, sobbing, and the whip hung like a dead snake.

Jing Jiu grabbed Gu Qing with his left hand and threw him far away.

In the roaring noise, Gu Qing turned into a small black spot, fell in the palace more than ten miles away, and smashed a big pit in the square.

Ping Yongjia felt that Zhuxian Jianzhen had been captured, opened her eyes blankly, and spouted a sip of blood.

Gu Qing was covered in blood and fell to the bottom of the pit. The Imperial City had also been captured by Jing Jiu.

A Piao screamed, disappeared from the stone steps in front of the temple, and instantly came to the center of the square, but did not know who to rescue first.

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The phoenix in the sky sensed the changes in the air between heaven and earth, and developed a strong vigilance, and issued an extremely violent scream. The tail feathers of more than ten feet long again came out of the sword, forcibly breaking the Zen mirror's light mirror, toward The old plum garden flew away.

On the ruins of the old Meiyuan Garden, Jing Jiu held the Firth sword cable in his left hand, and the bone flute in his right hand, and the invisible little sword moved around in his body, which was extremely flexible.

The two stared at each other quietly.

For the strong at their level, if they want, they can exchange countless messages at a glance.Many years ago, Jing Jiu had such exchanges with the Snow Queen before the snowfield. Nan Nan had a long and important conversation with him before his death. What would they say today?

"Your luck is so good."

"Be patient, I have waited for you for 17 years."

"No wonder you will wake up at this time. From the deduction, this is unreasonable. You either wake up early or you won't wake up. So I will come this time.

"You always like to count, but there are many things that are unclear."

"For example, Gu Qing is not afraid of death, or something else?"

"For example, I failed to ascend, but still alive."

"But you are really sleeping, otherwise how can you hide my eyes?"

"Yes, I did continue to sleep for seventeen years. If there is no suitable time, I may continue to sleep."

"opportunity?"

"The trigger point of the event."

"I'm curious."

"When you are ready to show the true skills of feathering, when you really come to this world, I will wake up."

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This dialogue is conducted in the consciousness.

At the same time, this battle, which has restarted after hundreds of years, continues.

It's not difficult for them to use one heart for two purposes or even for all purposes.

Jing Jiu moved.

The universe front, the first son sword, and the two swords fell again.

Yin three movements.

The small sword rose from the sky and shattered.

Where the two fingers meet, a drop of blood fell, extremely red, without any impurities.

It was Yin San's blood.

The bone flute broke through.

Whimpered.

Yin San's left arm broke off and instantly became gray.

Jing Jiu finger out again.

The red dress is like a slough, and Yin San disappears from its place.

A bright red bird flew from the ruins, avoiding the sword formation, and flew to the sky.

The feathers on the surface of the red bird are a bit mottled, because it is stained with blood.

Jing Jiu also came into the sky.

The red bird flapped its wings.

This is Suzaku's wings.

Countless swords breaking through the sea of ​​clouds, chopping countless drops of rain.

The Imperial City burst suddenly.

Chaoge City shrouded in rain.

The red bird disappeared without a trace.

Jing Jiu turned to look at the ground and disappeared again.

The next moment, he came outside the West City.

There was a ghost crying outside the city walls, and the wind was all over.

Liu Shisui and Su Ziye leaned against the city wall, and with the last real element, they resisted the sky and ghost fire.

Suddenly a terrible blood basin mouth appeared in the sky full of ghost fire, and they had to swallow them.

It was at this moment that Jing Jiu came here from the sky, turned into a sword light, and entered the big mouth.

The sky full of ghost fire disappeared instantly, the green willow regained its vitality.

Ancestor Xuanyin stood on the river, his expression suddenly changed, and Li Xiao screamed, his body shrank at an unimaginable speed, and the demon body became more indestructible.

With a snapping sound, the chest of Xuanyin's ancestor protruded slightly, and then broke open, splashing several thick blood like ink.

Jing Jiu fell to the ground, holding the Dzi Bead in his hand, and some blood was left on the surface of the bead.

In the rain all over the sky, the yin and phoenix screamed, and the tail feathers were like swords, drawing a straight and deep trace on the ground.

Jing Jiutan pointed to the sky, and countless sword intentions rushed to the cosmic front three swords, breaking through the sky.

After rubbing several sounds, several wounds appeared on the surface of Yinfeng ’s body, daring not to stay, extending his claws, grabbing the shoulders of Xuanyin ’s ancestor, and taking him to the distance.

The sky above Chaoge City echoed the angry and painful voice of Patriarch Xuanyin.

"I'm going to kill him! I can fight! I accidentally swallowed him! Or how could he be my opponent!"

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Looking at the Yinfeng that disappeared in the sky, Jing Jiu was quiet and did not pursue.

The next moment, his body shook slightly, and several cracks appeared in the white clothing.

"Son!" Liu Shisui swept over, ignoring his injury, and quickly supported him.

Jing Jiu waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

A long black feather falling slowly from the sky fell to his feet.

He waved the black feathers in.

Seeing this scene, Liu Shisui confirmed that he was really okay, and finally let his mind down, and could no longer suppress the injury, and sat on the ground directly on his knees.

Su Ziye is very familiar with the Xuanyin Sect's exercises. The realm is not necessarily as high as Liu Shisui, and the injuries are much lighter. He walked to Jing Jiu and prayed to the ground.Over the years, he has been active in the Xihai area, relying on the secret support of the court and Qingshan Sect, and developed quite well. Although he did not dare to re-play the flag of the Xuanyin Sect, he also collected many people.He didn't know why Tong Yan wanted to come to Chaoge City by himself. Seeing so many things today, he was even more afraid to ask, and was ready to leave after saluting.

"If you guess anything, you must not tell Tong Yan." Jing Jiu said suddenly.

Su Ziye respectfully responded and directly escaped.

The cloud in the sky is extremely faint, but the rainwater is forced out by Jing Jiu and Yin San's inexhaustible swords, without roots and no sources. At this time, nature gradually stops.

The sword spirit that came out of the imperial city stopped long ago, the sun was no longer cut in the sky, the color gradually faded and faded, and the beauty of the sunset was gone, but there was more spring.

Jing Jiuwang looked at Chaoge City and asked, "Is it really a hundred years?"

Liu Shisui said: "Yes, son."

Jing Jiu took a bone flute from his sleeve and watched it quietly for a moment before leaning to his lips and blowing a song.

There was a red blood line in the middle of the bone flute.

As he played, the color of the bloodline faded to nothing, and the bone was like jade.

Suddenly a lot of wildflowers were born under the wall of Chaoge City.

There was a spring rain before.

The sky is morning.

Numerous sword marks appeared in the blue sky, heading in all directions.

This is a sign of the big things in the world.

"Here you are."

Jing Jiu threw the bone flute to Liu Shisui.

Liu Shisui took the bone flute and hid it carefully, and was shocked.What shocked him was not that the bone flute of the Taiping real person was taken by the son, nor that the son gave the bone flute to himself, nor was it ... the son slept for a hundred years and broke through the world, but when the son learned to play the flute ?

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(Vol.6: End of Chiaki)