The Path Toward Heaven

The three men, Yin Yinqing Mo, were shocked, and the magical instruments fled away.

They rushed there as fast as possible, Jing Jiu was already there.

Li Daiyin was lying on the snow, with no vitality. She was cut by a sharp object on her face, and her flesh was blurred. She looked extremely miserable.

The blue cord was broken into dozens of pieces and scattered around his body, with a tiny black hole in between, which was indeterminate.

That little black shadow should have entered the ground along this black hole, and the speed was so fast that even Jing Jiu's sword knowledge could not be attached.

The cold wind screamed, mixed with snow particles hit people's faces, it was extremely cold, and there was a dead silence in the field.

Before participating in the Dao battle, they all knew the relevant knowledge and confirmed that as long as they do not enter the hinterland of the snowfield, they should not encounter too strong monsters. How can the little thing flying out of the snowfoot beast's shell be heard? Terrible, even the Kunlun School ’s magic weapon could not hurt it, but was broken into dozens by the earthquake?

Wu Yinqing Mo's three hearts had a lot of anxiety and fear, and looked subconsciously towards Jing Jiu.

Kusui Jiu silently looked at the corpse on the snow, reconfirmed why the man wanted to come to the snow field to participate in the road battle.

As he and Zhao Layue once said, there are the most lives and deaths here.

This is at least one reason.

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After the summer, the Chaoge City gradually became sultry, but the practitioners in Xishan Curie did not have to worry about this problem.

I felt hot in the cold wind called by the formation, admiring Han Mei in the paintings under the gallery.

As time passed, the plum blossoms in those paintings became more and more, attracting a lot of admiration.

画 Each painting represents several practitioners who participated in Daoist warfare. Because of different behavior styles, the pictures presented are naturally different.

The painting where Luo Luo Huainan is located, the plum blossoms bloom most, and the Tonglu painting has the densest plum blossoms.

Even those slightly shabby paintings with only two or three flowers of Xiaomei have a strong and unyielding meaning.

Only that painting remained blank.

When the bell rang, the practitioners trembled for a moment, immediately understood the meaning, walked outside the corridor, and retreated to those gazebos in the mountains.

There are big people coming to appreciate paintings, and they need to be temporarily avoided.

I stood in the mountain forest and looked at the looming figures under the distant corridor. The practitioners talked a lot and wondered what the big men would say.

Soon the evaluations of plum paintings by the big names came here, and the most important thing is the evaluation of Zenzi.

Zenzi's highest appraisal of Bai Zao, praised: "This painting is symmetrical and boney, the most beautiful."

The practitioners were a little surprised, thinking that Luo Huainan's performance was the best. Why did Zenzi think he was inferior to his own sister?

Xu Jing thought for a moment, thinking about the symmetry of the two words, then people vaguely understood the meaning of Zen.

Luo Luo Huainan is indeed very strong. There are more than ten plum blossoms on one cold branch, but there are not many plum blossoms in the other companions. The whole painting is slightly uneven.

On the contrary, the distribution of plum blossoms in Bai Zao's painting is very even, which means that she is very clear about the abilities of her peers and can give full play to their strength.

Judging by the righteous leader of the future, she is indeed better than Luo Huainan.

"How does Zenzi evaluate Jing Jiu?"

A famous monk has said the most curious question in everyone's mind.

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The young monk walked under the porch with his hands on his back, and his bare feet landed on the ground, making a crackling sound, just like a urchin who came to be green.

Whether the head of Kunlun School or the Guogong, these great figures in the monastic world follow him honestly and dare not speak out at will.

The young monk walked to a painting, stopped and looked at the branches and large blank spaces on the painting, with a smile on his face.

Tao Nan forgot to turn and turned blankly.

The rest of the big men were inconvenient to say something in front of her, but the expression seemed to be non-smile, the meaning was very clear.

Aoyama Sect's performance has always been very strong in the battle of Tao Meimei, but this time the usual main force-those genius disciples who have forgotten the peak, failed to register because of Jing Jiu. Zhao Layue, who said he would take part in the Dao battle, was forced to withdraw because of that incident.

Since Kusui Jiu fought, of course, there is no doubt the representative of Aoyama.

He is just the way he is now, not to shame Qingshan, it is really beyond comment.

Because of some things of that year, Kunlun's head was most displeased with Jingjiu. When he looked at the blank painting, he felt happy and sneered twice.

Tao Nan forgot to look at him and said nothing.

Xun and Guogong hurried round the field and said, "I don't know what happened or what happened to the companion."

"Cannot solve the problem in the team, but dragged down by peers, it is also a problem."

Kun Kunlun sneered and said, "Like Zenzi said, leadership is inadequate. No matter how talented Kendo is, it is embarrassing."

Tong Nan forgot to raise her eyebrows slightly and was ready to say something.

At this moment, the young monk sighed suddenly, attracting everyone's attention.

"Everyone said that I am lazy after that."

The young monk looked at the painting and said with emotion, "It looks really lazy now."

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Xi Chanzi left Xishanju and returned to Jingjue Temple.

His evaluation of Jing Jiu is still echoing in Xishan Curie.

The practitioners turned a blind eye to each other, thinking that this reason or excuse was really novel, but how did they always feel the meaning of rogue?

But Zen Zi opened the mouth, who dare to question? Looking back, it is to see what kind of plum blossom will be drawn when Jing Jiuyi is no longer lazy.

At this time, a painter hurried out from the depth of Xishanju.

The practitioners knew the identity of the artist, and looked at the dignified expression on the artist's face. They couldn't help but be a little surprised. What could have happened?

画 The artist went directly to a painting that has been followed for many days, picked up the pen, and randomly drew a plum blossom in the blank space ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ People were surprised and went forward.

梅 The plum blossom is very small, and looking down the branch, you see an unknown name, and everyone whispered.

Although the plum blossoms are small, and the low-level mob in the snow country was not killed by Jingjiu himself, after all, it has begun.

The really shocking thing is behind.

画 After the painter finished painting the plum blossoms, he did not leave, but changed a new pen, dipped in ink, and drew a black line on that name with great seriousness.

There was silence under the rain corridor, and the raven was silent.

The martyrdom finally began to die.

Who is Yun Daiyin?

Why is Jingu Jiu's team again?

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At the highest point of Luxi Mountain Residence is a Lingyun Qifeng, and the clouds are full of clouds outside the fence, which cannot cover the scenery of Chaoge City.

Kun Lun's head stood beside the fence, squinting his eyes, his face was extremely cold.

Yun Daiyin was a disciple focused on by Kunlun. He died like this, and there was definitely something wrong with it.

He must ask Qingshan Sect to give him an account.

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