The Path Toward Heaven

A crackling sound.

Ada fell to the ground, tilted her right hind leg, sniffed her body carefully, and made sure that she didn't feel the saliva.

When he raised his head to see the stone mountain, he was startled.

When it came to Yinfeng to play in that year, it was picked many times in this stone mountain, but ... when did you change the recipe?

The corpses of these strong soldiers in the Qingshan Mountains have no vitality, but their flesh, muscles, and bones are all reserved for swords, and they want to make up for them.

It glanced at the corpse dog with a faint glance, thinking that Yuanqi whale is dead, are you just so messed up?

The corpse dog really does not have a double heart. I do n’t know what the cat is thinking. He walked to the side of the stone mountain, stretched out his front paw, and made a deep hole.

The corpse of a snow country monster is buried in the pit, and the level is very high just by looking at the appearance.

Ada walked to the pit and glanced at it with a little disgust.

The corpse dog's eyes were slightly different, and he thought that this was a good thing he kept. Is this also disgusting?After thinking for a while, he went to another place and dug out a body.

This is a corpse of a strong underworld, and the soul fire is reduced to broken crystals. I don't know how it tastes, but it is bound to be extremely helpful to practice.

A Dawang's eyes toward the corpse dog were full of sympathy and pity.

Brother is popular in Shenmofeng, drinking spicy food, and still stepping on ... Gee, you lived these days, and still eat these things?

The corpse gave it a puzzling look.

A big meow said that he was suddenly not hungry again.

The corpse dog didn't think much. He bowed his head and ate half of the body of the Underworld strongman, and then buried it carefully back. Of course, he did not forget to bury the body of the snow country monster again.

...

...

Its daybreak.

Then it was black.

Its daybreak.

Then it was dark again.

Jianguang stopped.

The pit was cut away.

Then fill in.

Plan again.

Fill it again.

It's gone.

The steles on the top of the sky are constantly dusting, but the intervals are getting longer and longer.

Some Aoyama disciples left, and then returned again, bringing fruit to the teachers.

Sisters of Qingshan are naturally not afraid of hunger, but they are afraid of boredom.

A Da lying in the mouth of the corpse dog, looking at the sky in the distance through the fangs like stone pillars, thinking that since the victory has been divided, why don't you let me go?

The white dress floats gently, much more vivid than the clouds in the sky.

Jing Jiu landed in the mountains, and the bamboo flute in his hands lowered back into the soil.

The thin green branches drilled out of the bamboo flute hole and grew in the wind, and then spread quickly, and then there were three small white flowers in twos and threes blooming, followed by a sea of ​​flowers and mountains.

Fang Jingtian lay in the sea of ​​flowers, gasping heavily, no longer a bit like the bones of the fairy wind, and looked like a seriously ill old man.

Among the strong men of the Qingshan Sect, Guangyuan Real Man is known for his low profile, but the one who really does not look like a fairy is him.

From many years ago, he was like an ordinary rich man, no matter how the two slender silver eyebrows fluttered, he couldn't take away the tacky body.

That kind of tacky is not ordinary tacky, refers to the common sense, is the kind of fresh taste related to the world.

From this perspective, Taiping has received so many apprentices, and he is the one who looks the most.

Compared with the disciples who started later, such as Guangyuan and Nan Wang, he spent more time in Shangdefeng and impressed Master very much.

Probably for these reasons, his loyalty to Taiping real people is far greater than the rest, and his hatred for Jing Jiu and others is even more profound.

"Me, Japan, your ancestor." Fang Jingtian said looking at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu said: "Although Jian Wan is broken, it does not mean that it cannot be repaired. I have seen someone on the snowfield who has broken Jin Dan and repaired it. It should be the same way. Do you want to learn it?"

Fang Jingtian said: "Fuck, you, grandma."

Jing Jiu didn't seem to hear it. He continued calmly and said: "Of course, your sword ghost also has a problem. There are signs of looseness. If you want to recover, it may take more than two hundred years. You should be able to get through that day."

Fang Jingtian said: "Fuck, you, mom."

"Here is a good place to heal wounds in the future. Striving to live, death is always bad."

Jing Jiu glanced at the sky and said, "It won't be long before we should meet again."

Fang Jingtian gasped twice and said, "I, fuck, you."

Jing Jiu said, "No."

After saying this, he left Yinfeng.

Coming to the Jianhe Passage, he stopped somewhere, turned to look at the cell at the end of the quiet passageway on his left, and suddenly sat cross-legged.

There are countless fierce swordsmanship hidden in the passage, which he laid down many years ago, but he can't bear it, but now the situation has changed.

In the cell, Xue Ji squatted on a bamboo chair and looked at the false ice peak and snow field, knowing his arrival, but did not mean to turn around.

I don't know how long it took, she seemed to feel something. A flash of light flashed through her dark eyes, and she slowly turned to look at the stone door of the cell.

Across the stone door of the cell, their eyes met in the air, and then they produced countless invisible turbulences.

Jing Jiu and the man in the cell used to sit relatively silent for several times. In those few times, he has always been in absolute weakness, and today is slightly different.

This should be the first time after Leng Shan met her, he was able to talk to her in an equal manner.

Of course, this is just an equal gesture, and does not mean that he has equal abilities to her.

Xue Ji suddenly blew twice.

——A hundred years have passed, you have become stronger, I will give you enough respect, since you want to change, then change it.

Jing Jiu said: "The bamboo chair has been decayed for a hundred years. Why should I change the fairy spirit in my body?"

Xue Ji stopped talking and turned to look at the Bingfeng Snow Field where there was no change.

Jing Jiu said, "Help me a few days later, but also help yourself."

Snow Ji slowly looked up at the stone wall.

Above the stone wall is Shangdefeng.

Above Shangde Peak is the sky.

Where is the sky?

She blew twice.

...

...

Go up by the sky and go out of the well.

Rise from the wind and snow and leave the peak.

The sky is full of people everywhere.

Countless eyes fell on him.

He came out of the hidden peak by himself, and the outcome was clear.

The elders and disciples of Xilaifeng were pale, and the rest of the people who supported Fang Jingtian were extremely ugly.

The reality of Guangyuan's real person is very complicated, but he hasn't had time to ask, so he is forgotten by Nan Wang.

"You wouldn't really kill him?" She asked, staring at Jing Jiu.

Real person Guangyuan hurriedly said to Nan Wang: "Since there is no sense in heaven and earth, Brother Natural lives without worries."

Nan Wang said: "In the beginning, he broke through the world in Yinfeng, and there was no sense in the world. How can you be sure?"

Jing Jiu was really upset and said, "He is not dead."

Fang Jingtian was seriously injured, only one step away from death, and could not be recovered for hundreds of years, and he could not leave the hidden peak one step apart from soaring.

Hearing this sentence, Nan Wang didn't say anything.

"Meet the real man!"

Everyone at the peak of Tianguang worshipped, including the elders and disciples of Xilaifeng.

Jing Jiu said to Zhao Layue, stepped into the sky, and flew towards the end of the God's Peak.

Yuan Qu was listening to the content of that sentence, but I was very surprised. Do I really want to deal with it like this?

No matter how shocked, things always have to be done, who made him a disciple of Zhao Layue.

As the so-called teacher has something to do, the disciple carries it.

Yuan Qu walked to Jin Sidao, the master of Yunxingfeng, and said seriously, "Brother, prepare it."

Jin Sidao was uneasy at this time because Fang Jingtian was defeated under the sword of the real person in charge. Suddenly listening to this, he frowned and asked, "What?"

"The real person in charge said that day at Xijianxi. Master Yun Xingfeng was taken over by Brother Ping Yongjia."

Yuan Qu cleared his throat and said, "According to the door rules, you need to do a handover."

Listening to this, there was an uproar in the field, and Jin Sidao's face was extremely ugly.

A loud bang came from the far end of God's Peak.

Jing Jiu returned to the solitary mountain peak, the sword formation that isolated the outside world suddenly dissipated, countless sword intentions merged with heaven and earth, and turned into fog arrows that seemed to be real and went in all directions.At this time, the end of the gods was like setting off countless fireworks, showing off its marvellous to the whole world.