The Path Toward Heaven

Looking at the drop of blood, many people couldn't help but exclaimed. Nan Wang was about to come over and look at it, but didn't know what he thought, and took back his steps.

Jing Jiu waved his hand, beckoning to ignore it, and looked at Fang Jingtian: "Now your master is dead, what are your thoughts?"

Fang Jingtian thought about it for a long time and said: "If I can cure the injury, I should still find a way to avenge it."

Jing Jiu said, "If I had already left then?"

Everyone knows what this means is soaring.

It is wonderful to say that no matter whether he is a disciple of Qingshan or a practitioner of the other denominations, from the moment he was confirmed as a real person of Jingyang, there is no doubt whether he can fly up again.

Fang Jingtian said: "Then everything will rest."

"Well, then you take the three of them to Xilaifeng for a rest." Jing Jiu pointed to the three elders of the hidden world who came out of Yinfeng.

Fang Jingtian was silent for a while and said, "Yes ... Uncle Shi."

Silver eyebrows danced lightly in the night breeze, somewhat like Xijianxi in the distance, heading towards the distance.

Jing Jiu turned to look at Nanshan and said, "You arrange for people to pack up."

The tidying here is not the Taoist Temple of Xilai Peak, but the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains.

Qunfeng suffered several disasters today. I do n’t know how many cliffs collapsed. At least tens of thousands of ancient trees broke.

Even Qingshan Zongli is a monk, and it takes a long time to repair these.

Everyone knows that Jing Jiu's next candidate is Gu Qing, but at this time, Nanshan was asked to do these things, which inevitably caused some speculation.

Only people who have passed Nanshan and Shenmofeng know that this is just because he should have more important things to do with Gu Qing.

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Returning to Shenmofeng, Jing Jiu confirmed that Gu Qing was seriously injured, but he couldn't die in a while, and he confessed to him, and drove him back to Chaoge City.

Looking at the dignified expression on Gu Qing's face when he left, and at the drop of blood on Jing Jiu's earlobe, the atmosphere at the end of Shenmo Peak became more tense.

With a snapping sound, the drop of blood dropped towards the ground.

Jing Jiu's earlobe disappeared.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

In the past 100 years, no matter what kind of strong man Jing Jiu encountered, no matter how serious the injury, it is difficult to have a wound on the surface of the body, because he is a reincarnation of everything.

It was just that in that tremendous battle with Nan Tzu that year, he was injured so badly that his earlobe was severed.

A similar picture happened again today. How many injuries did he suffer today?

Zhao Layue had been prepared for a long time, and his jacket brought out several sword lights and came to his side. His right hand protruded like lightning and pinched his earlobe.

"I can't die," Jing Jiu said.

Qingshan Jianzhen was destroyed by him, Brother was killed by him, and Xijianxi was picked up by him and beaten a fairy, which must pay some price.

He said that he could not die, then he would not die, but Liu Shisui and others could rest assured, especially found his face a little dignified.

This is a rare emotion for Jing Jiu.

You have to know that no matter whether Taiping Real Man came to him by Liu Shisui, or if the Immortals came down from the sky, he didn't make him move.

It may be because those things are within his expectation, but the things he is thinking about at this time are already outside the sandbox.

"What's the matter? Why is the atmosphere so depressed? Didn't we win?"

Zhuo Rusui thought that although Qingshan was turned into a garbage dump today, he paid a heavy price for Jianzhen and Shangdefeng ... but he killed Taiping Patriarch and eliminated the greatest hidden danger of Qingshan Sect, and even killed Zhongzhou The princesses and princesses of the pie have completed a peerless victory that they could not have imagined. What is not worth?

With a light breeze, A Piao appeared in front of Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu said: "Cao Yuan should be in the East China Sea. You tell him that Bai Yuan may have fallen into the dark. Take him down to fight to kill her."

The black hair on A Piao's forehead flickered, like she was nervous at the moment, and said, "Even if I carry the sword saint, I may not be able to kill Bai Zhenren ..."

Jing Jiu said: "Tong Yan is below, let him persuade the mage to join in. He was taught by Bai Zhenren, and he should know how to kill him."

A Piao sighed and said, "Well, how do I go?"

Jing Jiu said, "Shui Yuean's sedan is waiting for you outside the mountain. I have said to the Lord An."

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It turned out that the two conversations before Qinglian Xiaojiao left had no deep meaning.

A Piao walked out of the cliff, drifted forward in the sea of ​​clouds, and soon disappeared under the starry night.

It was another thing that surprised everyone.

Only then did they know that Bai Zhenren was not dead, what happened to the scattered clouds?

Zhao Layue asked: "Is it a substitute in the cloud? How can you hide your eyes from talking with real people, and talk about real people ... how can you vomit blood in the end?"

Jing Jiu said: "The demon tower in Shifang Town has a weirdness, it should be the anti-killing bureau set by Bai Yuan for him, and talking about real people is really seriously injured."

Zhao Layue looked at his eyes and said, "If Bai Zhenren is still alive, then he is not doing all he can."

Jing Jiu walked to the cliff and looked into the distance under the stars, saying: "It is more likely that the previous achievements will be exhausted."

Zhao Layue pinched his earlobe, followed him to the cliff, followed his gaze to the distance, muttered, "What the hell do she want to do?"

The cloud and mist must have been a very sublime law of the Zhongzhou faction. The demon tower of Shifang Town has a ban on talking about real people, which shows that Bai Zhenren has already considered everything.

The question is, since she has calculated everything, why would she come to Qingshan so calmly, and still invite Baiji Xianren according to Jing Jiu's calculation?

No matter how much benefit her conspiracy brings to the Zhongzhou faction, how can she withstand the loss of a fairy?

Jing Jiu patted the back of her hand, indicating that she could let go.

Zhao Layue retracted his right hand and wiped it casually on his sleeve.

Jing Jiuwang said to Qin Niang: "Tong Yan will not come back for a while, you accompany me to play chess."

No one knows why he suddenly wants to play chess at this moment.

Tong Yan, the recognized sacred hand of the world's first chess game, is not his opponent, but the people at the end of the mountain know that he never likes to play chess.

Suddenly Liu Shisui thought of the son outside the Chaoge City last year, who also did not like the temperament, and suddenly took the bone flute and blew the song. Will there be any connection between the two?

Qin Niang did n’t know why her husband was playing chess, but he could n’t give birth to the ecstasy of the past, and came forward with some anxiety.

Yuanqu moved out the table and stools at the fastest speed.

Jing Jiu took out the bamboo chair and lay down wearily, saying, "You first."

The dad didn't dare to think about it and quickly put a black spot on the chessboard.

Jing Jiu took a white and put it up.

The whole Momo Feng including Zhuo Rusui ... can't understand qin chess, calligraphy and painting, naturally can't understand this game, but know that there must be a deep meaning, so he was surrounded by the table and opened his eyes to watch carefully.

Fortunately, Jing Jiuluozi was extremely fast, and the que Niang understood what he meant, and responded as quickly as possible.

Chess fell so fast, and the opponent was still Jing Jiu. The quesant was under great pressure. Her face was pale, and her temples were wet with Xiang Khan.

Zhuo Rusui took the handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to her, asking, "Who won?"

Qin Niang glanced at him faintly, thinking who could win Mr.?

Liu Shisui and others also glanced at Zhuo Rusui, wondering if this is nothing to say?

Zhao Layue thought that the handkerchief was only for wiping the sword, but it was inconvenient to talk to the mother.

Black and white pieces are interlaced and look extremely complicated.

Jing Jiu looked at the chessboard and remained silent for a long time.

It is normal for him to win.

Silence is not normal.

Fluttering sounds sounded.

The blue bird landed on the chessboard, looking at Jing Jiu, still full of fear, but full of courage.

Jing Jiu raised his head, reached out his finger and tapped his head gently, said with pity: "Although you are the fastest, you are too late."