The Path Toward Heaven

In the infinitely empty universe, the sword fire at Jing Jiu's fingertips was as subtle as a firefly, but still very striking.

The huge shadow instantly detected that the strong wave swept back at an unimaginable speed, confirming the existence and location of Jing Jiu.

Numerous tentacles began to wriggle, and under the glow of the red fireball behind it, an extremely evil feeling came into being.

Looking at the scene, Jing Jiu felt a familiar feeling again, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

When he was about to cut off those ugly and obviously dangerous tentacles, the strong wave seemed to turn into some kind of invisible force field, making the whole space sticky. With the sword light, even the body cannot move.

Jing Jiu knew that he had made a mistake and underestimated the strength of the other party, or that he did not count the other party's fighting style.

The extraterrestrial demon apparently was not going to catch him, but was going to destroy him directly.

An evil and powerful consciousness fell on Jing Jiu's body and grabbed his soul.

If the Soul is actually a thing that exists, it is already covered with extremely thick frost at this time, and it will be torn to pieces by that consciousness in the next moment.

For other human ascendants, at this moment there is no way to fight against this extremely powerful spiritual consciousness.

But Jing Jiu once felt a stronger sense of consciousness, and his soul had undergone two generations of repairs, and he did not know how many times tougher than other ascendants.

Instead of being obliterated by the evil consciousness of the extraterrestrial demon, he launched a counterattack.

Two extremely bright sword lights are deep in his eyes, like fish jumping out of the sea, illuminating the eyelashes and everything in front of him.

The universe is still dead, but somewhere there seems to be a bang.

The extraterrestrial demon slightly shook, and countless tentacles of the body tremble at a faster speed, emitting countless smoke and dust, and looked like a spore mist popping out of a mushroom.

The evil and terrible consciousness retreated, and the strong wave also disappeared, as if the thickened space had returned to normal, and Jing Jiu could move.

Here he can't use the Sword Array of All Things. With the defense and huge body of the other party, it is difficult to form real damage with the sword light to cut through the air. How should he fight?

A sword light flew into the huge shadow.

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The shadow was illuminated from time to time, and the epidermis was occasionally a little transparent, and Jing Jiu could be seen flying inside at the fastest speed.

Countless tentacles have come off one after another, silently burst into sparks in the dark universe.

The evil and powerful consciousness still chased him coldly, without any unexpected feelings or fears.

That serene and serene sword will be crushed from time to time as if it disappeared, but it will always appear again.

It didn't take long for everything to become static.

Those tentacles are no longer turbulent, floating like water plants.

The extraterrestrial demon has no movement, and is suspended in the universe quietly.

Suddenly, it shook.

The extraterrestrial demon turned into countless fragments, spurting away all around, there is no more breath.

The evil and powerful consciousness also disappeared.

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Dust floats in the universe, moving away from everywhere.

Some are like some pictures from the beginning of ancient times.

Jing Jiu looked at the debris of the celestial demon outside the center of his leaving, and his pale face showed tired emotions.

The white coat shattered, and with those fragments, his body was covered with gray breath wounds, and Jian Yuan was exhausted.

The most troublesome thing is that his sword consciousness has been destroyed by that evil consciousness too much. At this time, his mind is dull, and he may fall asleep or die at any time.

This was his first battle after he ascended. It didn't take long and there was no sound, but it was more difficult than any battle he encountered on Chaotian Continent.This is also the closest time for his two lives to die, because the other party is really strong, and because of two misjudgments in his connection.

When looking at the body of the first extraterrestrial demon, he discovered that the cocoon-like things in the other party's body are places where energy is stored.

Those energies were frozen into ice cubes by Xue Ji, and it is impossible to determine whether they belong to Immortal Qi and Heaven and Earth Qi, but they should be able to be used.

Xueji flies in the extremely cold universe, and does not need any supplement at all, he does not.

In the original calculation, after he killed the opponent, he would supplement with the energy in the cocoon-like things.

Unexpectedly, this extraterrestrial demon actually chose to explode in advance without having to die.

Those cocoon-like things turned into light and heat in the universe, which caused him more damage.

"Did this even count?" A voice sounded in Jing Jiu's sea of ​​knowledge.

A blue smoke flew out of his body, did not disperse, but gradually twisted and deformed, and eventually became a small person.

The villain was dressed in Tsing Yi, with a clear eyebrow and a lovely smile.

A pillar of incense has been served in the Zhangfu Ancestral Hall in Qingtianjian, and no one knows what is offered.

A few days ago, Jingjiu went to Qingtianjian, did not take away the pillar of incense, but took away the smoke.

He glanced at the real person of Taiping: "How did you come out?"

Taiping real person looked at his eyes: "Your sword knows a lot of wounds and you can't keep your mind. I will come out naturally."

Jing Jiu said in his heart: "I really did not count that it was not afraid of death, and seemed to want to die."

Taiping lively sneered: "Have you lived two lifetimes, haven't you seen those so-called aspirants who are looking for their own way?"

Jing Jiu shook his head: "Those people know that they must die, so please live a happy life, but this extraterrestrial demon is extremely powerful. I want to live for many years, even not worse than Yuangui, why not fear death? Even take the initiative Seeking death? "

The extraterrestrial demon misjudged his spiritual strength, and he also misjudged the other party's ruthless will, otherwise it wouldn't hurt so much.

Taiping real people thought deeply: "Maybe this is why they are called the devil."

"But after all it proved me right."

Jing Jiu looked at the little man condensed by Qing Yan: "So many people are following you, and now it seems they are all dead."

He made a fairy mortar in a bamboo chair to repair the barrier of the heavenly continent, and Xueji killed so many extraterrestrial demon, these Taiping real people are watching.

To be precise, Jing Jiu took him soaring to let him see these pictures.

The world is colder, bizarre than he imagined, and indeed dangerous, but it seems that it is not insurmountable.

Over the centuries, the Chaotian Continent, including the Baizhen people, the crossing monks, and the virtuous elders of various denominations, countless people embarked on a road of no return because they believed his views.

Now it seems that this is really wrong?

The real person of Taiping glanced at him: "Don't you find that you are much weaker?"

Jing Jiu's expression was calm: "Explain that this world is inferior."

Taiping Reality smiled slightly: "Unfortunately you are going to die."

The red fireball is too far away from here, and it is difficult to complete the immortal energy and repair the injuries in the body through it.

"I can sleep here for another few hundred years."

"What is the year?"

Taiping live-action Tsing Yi suddenly floated, and her coat became Qingyan again.

Jing Jiu guessed what he was going to do, and his eyes were slightly cold.

"No need, you can live a few more years."

"Then what is the year?"

The coat was floating again, and the green smoke moved.

Taiping lived out his hands and gently pushed him towards the red fireball.

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I don't know how long it has passed since Taiping stopped, and the body below the waist has all been blurred.

The flames spit out from the red fireball look more real here, and I feel more clearly, indeed it is all fairy gas.

At this distance, only three thousand thoughts, he can recover.

Taiping is right, what year is there in this quiet tomb-like universe?

Only read.

Jing Jiujian became steadily conscious, he was tired, and he was ready to settle in. He looked at Taiping and said: "Brother, goodbye."

That green smoke is a ray of the soul of Taiping real people and cannot be resurrected. It can be preserved for about ten years in the sword of Qingtianjian and everything.

Now he can't live anymore.

Taiping real person smiled, and suddenly sensed something, looking at somewhere in the universe, a little lost for a moment, muttered: "Really beautiful ..."

Jing Jiu's eyes also looked over and said, "Yeah."

"This trip is worthwhile."

Taiping real people looked at this spectacular scene with great emotion and dissipated.

Jing Jiu fell asleep.

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There are countless stars in the universe.

Tens of thousands of burning flying swords flew in the meantime.

In a short time, those burning flying swords came to the red fireball and surrounded the brothers.

The flying sword came to a halt, and the flame retracted its tail, showing its true appearance.

Each flying sword is a battleship of more than ten miles, covered with gray metal, but not very reflective.

Tens of thousands of flying swords are tens of thousands of warships.

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(End of Volume VII ... Taiping saw it! See the battleship! Be sure to let you know this! There is a short speech behind.)