The Path Toward Heaven

The streamer clock is a well-known magic weapon of the Zhongzhou School, and it can be said to be a Xeon in battles below the level of Yuanying.

This magic weapon is an ancient inheritance, born in a pair, called Beichen Bell and Nanping Bell.

Today, the head and wife of the Zhongzhou School, when they were young, with this pair of bells, they did not know how many geniuses of the same generation defeated, and how many underworld monsters and snow country monsters were killed.

The Beichen Bell has been in the hands of Luo Huainan in recent years, and it has shown its glory with its reputation.

But until then, everyone knew that Nanping Zhong was actually in Bai Zao's hands.

Bai Zaonai is the only daughter of the Zhongzhou faction's head couple, and is of course qualified to hold the Nanping Bell.

But does this mean that the couple in charge of the Zhongzhou faction have reached an agreement and decided to choose Luohuainan instead of Tong Yan as their priest?

If this is true, it will surely become the most concerned thing in the entire spiritual world of Chaotian continent.

That is something that needs to be considered later.

The question now is why Bai Zao suddenly offered a streamer clock?

It was only a short time for young practitioners to come up with these ideas.

Nanping Zhonghong banged at the disciple of Xihai Sword.

Buzz!

A gust of wind surged, and an indescribable air wave and invisible sound wave spread around the canyon.

Snow blocks danced wildly, the cliffs shattered, and the atmosphere of the heavens and the earth changed.

The disciple of the Xihai Sword sent a disciple of the Central Plains, summoning his destiny flying sword at the most dangerous moment, forcing a block.

But where does his flying sword stop this level of magic?

A violent sound broke through the air, and the flying sword flew obliquely, stabbing into the hard cliff, more than two feet deep, leaving only one hilt.

The disciple of the Xihai Sword was shocked to fly more than ten feet, landed in the snow, spit out blood, and his face became extremely pale.

After being lifted up by the same door, he couldn't bear to look at the injury, wipe away the blood, and looked at him with a shocked expression and shouted, "What do you mean!"

The colleague reminded him in a low voice.

He looked to where he was before, only to understand what was going on, and his face became paler.

A black flying sword hovered there.

If it hadn't been for the sword that he had forced out and then Zhenfei, I'd be afraid that he had been silently killed by that black sword.

In other words, there was no white morning, or he was dead at this time.

That black sword was a bit wide, and it wasn't surprising to see it, but it didn't have any fluctuation of breath, like a real ghost.

Yu Xi, the disciple of the Xihai Sword, was difficult to resolve, and could not speak any more.

The rest of the young practitioners, looking at the black flying sword, felt cold physically and mentally.

It is known that Jing Jiu took the first place in the road war, but no one would compare him with characters like Luo Huainan and Tonglu.

But it's Wu Chang's first realm. Where can it be stronger?

Now everyone knows how terrible his sword is.

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Jing Jiu turned his head to Bai Zai. ..

In Qingshan, he once heard Gu Qing's argument. In recent years, the relationship between the Zhongzhou faction and the Xihai Sword faction has gradually improved, and there are even signs of alliance.

The demonstration of the disciples of Zhongzhou sent to the Four Sea Banquet outside Haizhou was proof.

This is probably why Bai Zao shot.

She is very clever, and probably thinks that this Nanping Bell not only saved the life of the Xihai Sword disciple, but also helped him out of breath.

Just how can you judge that I'm satisfied?

Jing Jiu did not speak, and there was not much emotion in his eyes.

Bai Zao accepted exactly what he meant.

The cold wind moved the white yarn.

She said something, her voice was very light, and only Jiu Jiu could hear it.

"Give me face."

Jing Jiu said nothing and called back the black sword.

The disciple of the Xihai Sword gave him a look of hatred, but he dared not to speak provocatively and took his flying sword out of the cliff.

After all, only the realm strength cannot convince the public, not to mention this is a Dao war, not a place where life and death are contested, and many Tao voices are heard.

"Even if you get the first fight, no one will convince you, because you are a coward and overbearing and unreasonable. With these two points, you can never become Luohuainan!"

"That's right! Can you stop us all? Unless you kill us all!"

"Anyone like you is eligible to inherit the real mantle of Jingyang!"

Jing Jiu didn't seem to hear these voices and asked, "Did the Suspense Bell come?"

A little girl looked around at her fellow workers and raised her hand timidly.

Immediately afterwards, two Suspense disciples raised their hands.

The role played by the Suspense Disciples in Daoist fighting has always been important, and the number of participants has always been large.

Jing Ji then asked, "Where is Osawa?"

Someone raised their hand.

There are two practitioners of Osawa.

Jing Jiu said: "We are not the same ancestors. We should not force you to travel with each other, but the relationship between you and ours is too close. If you do n’t take you away, you will inevitably be told by your elders that you will not be saved. . "

Suzuzutsu and Osawa's disciples had a moment to understand what he meant, and they were helpless.

Some other disciples looked at the picture, gave sympathy, and shouted, "Why? They're not from Qingshan Sect."

Jing Jiu ignored this person and said to the disciples of Suzuzutsu and Osawa, "Or, I have fought."

Suspense and Daze's disciples looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's heart.

Jing Jiu looked at the crowd again, and confirmed that there were no monks from Guocheng Temple, and there were no small sect disciples attached to Qingshan Sect.

Finally, his gaze fell on a young girl.

The girl's clothing was familiar to him, and it should have been seen many years ago.

"Shui Yuezhen and Qingshan's relationship is really good, but I won't listen to you. If you want to fight, even if you can't, can you kill me?"

The girl said that the contempt in her eyes was very clear.

Jing Jiu thought about the gentleness and grace of the past sister-in-law, and it was not until March that she developed such a displeasing temperament.

He didn't say anything, and said to the people in the canyon, "The rest will stay if they want to stay, and go if they want to leave."

The two disciples of the Xihai Sword and Kunlun disciples took the lead, and many young practitioners also left.

Some people are annoyed and think that they have been delayed for such a long time because of such ridiculous things. How many snow monsters should be killed less? The results in the road battle will inevitably plummet. In the end, they can't help but curse a few swear words, and some people are facing the well Nine took a sip in the direction.

The disciples of the Zhongzhou faction also left with their respective teams after they asked for Bai Zao.

In the gorge, there are only the disciples of Qingshan, the first six followers of Jingjiu and Baizao, and the five young disciples of Suzuzutsu and Osawa.

Jing Jiu did not speak any more, and began to adjust his breath and nourish the gods.

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In fact, in the mountain roads around the canyon, some young disciples who participated in the road battle did not leave.

For example, the two disciples who first left the Xihai Sword and the team where that Kunlun disciple is.

Someone asked, "Why don't you go."

Shen Xi, a disciple of the Xihai Sword School, said: "Anyway, it has been delayed for so long, and it will be late at night, so it is better to camp here."

The disciple of Xihai Sword who was injured by streamer Zhong Zhen coughed twice and looked at the bottom of the gorge and said with resentment: "Yes, by the way, look at the fun."

Other young practitioners are a little puzzled. What is the excitement to think?

The disciple of the Xihai Sword sent another cough, taunting and said, "Yu Jian will be blown to death by the Howling Wind, Aoyama Sect will definitely not come to pick it up. I'll see how they are going to leave, and walk back like a funeral dog?"

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Time passed, and twilight grew stronger.

The young disciples below the canyon felt those eyes cast in the mountains.

The disciple named Liang Yijing who could not bear it anymore, walked in front of Jing Jiu and begged and said, "The road war was stopped halfway, and he would be punished by the teacher afterwards. Even if you are an uncle, you cannot ignore the rules. Right? "

Jing Jiu said, "I don't remember this in the door gauge."

Lei said in a panic, "Since you want to go back, let's go."

At your speed, it's hard to get out of this snowy field before things happen.

Jing Jiu was thinking in his heart, but was too lazy to explain, and said directly, "Wait."

Lei waved his hands in shock, not wanting to speak anymore.

The rest of the young people didn't want to talk anymore.

Have been waiting.

Now everyone has understood that the wait a few days ago was that he would gather together the ten disciples of the Aoyama Sect to participate in the Daoist fighting.

So what are you waiting for now?

Suddenly, a great shadow appeared in the canyon.

The young disciples who were a little disturbed by Jing Jiu's words suddenly became tense, looked into the sky, and found that the sun behind the clouds had disappeared.

As if night is coming early.

Could that strange cold fog reappear?

Disciple Aoyama responded the fastest, waiting for Jing Jiu to issue an order, and Jiudao Feijian whistled out ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to form a sword array and defend the Quartet.

Some people look forward to white.

Bai Zao looked at the sky with a slightly different look.

Thin clouds burst suddenly.

A huge incomparable flying boat appeared with countless clouds and turbulence in the sight of everyone.

The giant boat slowly landed towards the ground, bringing an unimaginable sense of oppression.

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(First of all, I wish everyone a happy holiday. Secondly, I uninstalled Douyin, not because I was tired, but because it was too time consuming. Douyin is really one of the most beautiful things I have encountered in the past two years, and it is still highly recommended. In the end, the reason to save time is because I plan to work more seriously, and the update will not be speeded up, because I want to save the draft, I will run several places in the middle of the day-look at the material of the night TV series, get some awards, Brushing on social presence, I go home as soon as possible, it ’s better to be home, to write things, and to help me resume two changes on May 20th. I like this story, especially a follow-up plot, I want to write as soon as possible.)