The Path Toward Heaven

"Why did you sacrifice this body? We need to figure out what is me."

Jing Jiu's eyes fell on the stream between the distant peaks, and it really seemed like a golden whip under the noon sunlight.

"I was not the upper and lower reaches of a river before and after this life. To describe this cause and effect, there is an interesting metaphor in Zen."

He looked back and raised his right index finger.

With a snap, a sword fire burned at the fingertips.

"It ’s like this fire, if you use it to ignite a wooden stick, and then use the fire on that wooden stick to ignite another wooden stick, and it keeps burning like this, then the flame on the wooden stick is the same as mine Was the flame at the fingertips a flame or a different flame? "(Note: this copy and the Caitou public number.)

There was no sound between the peaks.

A Da lay in Zhao Layue's arms, squinting slightly at the flame at Jing Jiu's fingertips.

This statement of Zen is well understood, but it is not particularly suitable for Jing Jiu's situation.

Sure enough, he then asked: "If this is a connected but different flame, what color am I in now?"

Different things burn, and the color and brightness of the flame will be different. For example, the burning flame of wooden sticks, coal, swords and paper is naturally different.

Jing Jiu did not like this, or did not like my continuation.

He said to Ping Yongjia: "So I have to take off my clothes, give up my body, and throw a stick."

Ping Yongjia understood.

This is his departure from everything.

This is Qinger flying out of Qingtianjian.

This is Xue Jishe's world.

There is no stick or charcoal, no sword or paper, only flame.

That is the realm Jing Jiu pursues.

But now he has not reached that level, so who is he?

"I am the point of all my cause and effect."

Jing Jiu said this again.

He looked at this world.

The practitioners among the peaks felt his gaze.

Qingshan Qunfeng also felt.

The restaurant owner in Yunji Town felt in the distance.

Jingli in Chaoge City felt it.

The blue bird on a branch felt it.

The Zen in the small temple felt it.

Gu Qing in the sea felt it.

"Due to chance, we met here and we were there."

Jing Jiu looked to Zhao Layue, but he seemed to be looking at the whole world.

The whole world is extremely quiet.

Everyone was waiting for him to say the last sentence before soaring.

No one knows what he will say.

It must be extremely beautiful to come.

He said, "Leave."

A sword light rose into the sky.

In an instant, the sky reached a very high sky.

The next moment entered the virtual realm.

Jing Jiu was no longer on the ground.

Looking at the sword light that left quickly, Chen Xuejian gently thumped the armrest of the wheelchair, and said with regret: "Is it so gone?"

She could not stand up, she could only sit in a wheelchair, and everyone in the peaks had already stood up.

People looked at the sky with concentration, some excitement and some nervousness.

This sword light can be seen everywhere in Chaotian Continent, and countless mortals walked out of their homes and looked into the sky, looking sad or excited.

If Xueji's departure is not counted, this is a soaring person once again ushered in by the Terran after many years, how can everyone not be nervous?Logically speaking, Jing Jiu now masters the Sword Array of All Things. The realm is unimaginable. Ascension is a matter of course, but the problem is that the heaven is the highest, and the stronger the ascendant is, the stronger the Heaven Tribulation will be. The highest level of life on the mainland, so he also encountered the most powerful sky-tribulation. If it is not the passage left by the white-blade fairy, it is really not possible to go out. Now Jing Jiu is called the strongest human race from ancient times to now, then he will encounter What a terrible sky-tribulation?More importantly, no one has forgotten ... he has failed once.

Induced by the heavens and the earth, there were countless thunderstorms in the thunder domain, spinning at an unimaginable speed, close together, and finally formed a huge thunderstorm vortex, facing the sword light.Looking from the ground, the huge thunderstorm vortex looked like it had big strange eyes, coming to the ground with unimaginable pressure.

The gusty wind roared, and countless flying sand and rocks were formed in Yunji Town and neighboring Zhou County.

The practitioner ’s eyesight is excellent, and the bright filaments in the thunderstorm vortex are unthinkable lightning bolts. He ca n’t help but be shocked. Even if he thinks that it ’s a huge thing, he will be wiped out in such a powerful lightning. The lightning in this thunderstorm vortex is only afraid of tens of millions of roads. How can Jing Jiu get through it?

Click!Lightning was summoned and fell from the thunderstorm vortex, accurately slashing the sword light.

There was a cry of exclamation in the peaks of the mountains.

Zhao Layue and others looked at Ping Yongjia with the fastest speed.

Ping Yongjia looked blank and shook her head again and again, indicating that she felt nothing.

That lightning did not have any effect on the sword light, and it disappeared instantly, and the dozens of lightnings that fell immediately fell on the sword light, and also scattered separately, without causing any harm to Jing Jiu. .

Seeing this scene, the practitioners in the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains finally relaxed, and the next moment saw a more terrifying scene.

The thunderstorm vortex rotates faster and faster, as if the entire sky is spinning, and tens of millions of lightnings inside it continue to merge and merge, becoming thicker, until finally it seems to become a mountain of lightning condensation Extreme light!

When the sky began to spin, those practitioners with a slightly lower level could not bear it. They were disgusted and wanted to vomit. They had to sit down cross-legged and meditate.

When all the lightning condenses and emits a bright light far beyond the sun, most practitioners can't stand it either. They bow their heads and dare not take another look.Guangyuan Zhenren and other powerful people stared at the picture in the sky with a dignified expression. This lightning is afraid that it can turn everything in the world into nothingness. Can Jing Jiu withstand it?

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Jing Jiu was getting closer and closer to the extremely bright lightning.

His face was extremely bright, as if glowing.

That unimaginable coercion and blazing light seemed to ignite the virtual realm.

This kind of horrible catastrophe has never appeared in history.

"I really am the strongest."

At such a tense moment, he suddenly had such a thought.

Logically speaking, there is of course no problem, but he is too enthusiastic and strong, just like he was a kid who just entered Qingshan.

The vast majority of ascendants will choose to evade or support when faced with Heavenly Tribulation, and wait until the end of the Heavenly Path Test, and Heavenly Tribulation will disperse on its own.

Jing Jiu will not do this.

He did not do this last time.

The problem is, even if he can control everything as a sword, now there is nothing in the virtual world, what should I do?

The whizzing wind suddenly appeared in the emptiness of eternal silence.

It was the air he called from below, and the clouds that followed it.

Countless clouds of clouds were drawn into filaments, and came to his body like a sword, spurting toward the bright and lightning above!

The last time he ascended, he slashed the sword.

When he soared this time, he was in awe of the sword.

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There are countless electric lights and sword lights brighter than electric lights in the sky, which are intertwined to form an extremely dense optical network.

The world has become so bright that even the deep sea has become transparent.

What is shocking is that the electro-optics generated from the thunderstorm vortex also have a sharp edge, as if they have become a sword, but they no longer cut to Jingjiu, but look back to the sky!

"Use Heaven Tribulation to fight Heaven Tribulation ... Is this okay?" There was a sound of shock from Master Shui Yue'an in the Qinglian little sedan.

Bu Qiuxiao said with emotion: "Whether lightning or thunderstorms, aren't all things one thing?"

Cao Yuan thought thoughtfully: "It turns out that the so-called heaven and earth are also part of our world."

The thunderstorm vortex that occupied the entire sky disappeared like this, the blue sky reappeared in front of everyone, but the sword lights were still there.

Those sword lights are electricity, clouds, and air, and they are traversing and flickering in the sky, like countless thousands of meteors that will never fall, forming a beautiful picture.

Tens of millions of sword lights faded away and disappeared into Ada's cold eyes.

Ada is in Zhao Layue's arms.

When the real person of Jingyang soared, Zhao Layue carried Yinsan's body to the outside of Yunji Town. He didn't take a look at it, but today he didn't miss it.

Looking at the ten thousand floating clouds plated with a golden rim, and at the disappearing sword lights, she was silent.

Even if you do n’t come back, I can go out and find you, but if I ca n’t find it?

Ascension is life and death.

She quietly experienced this feeling between life and death.

A wild grass grows at the feet.

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The world is so dark, like the body of a corpse dog.

This world is so cold, like Xueji's hometown.

The moment when ten thousand sword lights disappeared in the pupil of the demon cat, there was a space distortion and a breach in this dark and cold world.

A beam of light flew out of the breach at an unimaginable speed, and then suddenly stood still, revealing Jing Jiu's figure.

He looked back where he was looking.

There is nothing.