The Path Toward Heaven

Hearing this, Pluto was silent for a long time.

He left the underworld when he was very young and was deceived into the world. He never left the town magic prison.

But he still experienced many earth-shattering events, beyond his imagination.

Those words that are not as good as Jing Jiu have a greater impact.

At this time, looking back at his previous conversation with Jing Jiu, the deep meaning gradually surfaced, still related to his wish.

Xi Minghuang laughed, raised his right hand and stretched out the flowers and trees more than ten feet away.

The invisible soul fire breaks several branches of flowers like fingers, and then holds the branch handle and sends it to Jing Jiu.

"There are flowers worthy to fold, you have to fold them, don't wait for the spring breeze to warm the house." Ming Huang said.

Sakai Nine said, "Good words."

"You are too careless in this evaluation."

Emperor Wu Ming asked: "Do you use the sword and ghost method created by the soul of the soul fire, do you have a name?"

Kusui Jiu shook his head. He was not prepared to give a name to this method. In the past and the future he could see, only he could use this method.

He Minghuang said, "I have occasionally thought about this problem in the past three years. What do you think of the ghost sword?"

In a sense, this new set of sword and ghost methods was jointly created by Jing Jiu and Hades, and there is a ghost and a fairy in the name, which is very suitable.

And the two very different and contradictory concepts of Nether and Fairy, when put together, seem to be extremely harmonious, and have a natural feeling.

But Xianjian is really a arrogant name.

Kusui Jiu said, "Good name."

This evaluation is very attentive.

Xi Minghuang smiled a little, said nothing, waved his hands.

There was a crisp bell ringing in the cloudy sky, and the lightning flashed slightly, thinking goodbye.

Sakurai stepped forward and stepped into the darkness outside the cliff.

The verdant valley instantly turned into countless colored light spots, and then the color faded into a monotonous world of black and white.

Kusui Jiu did not turn to look, closed his eyes, and began to feel the traces left when he came.

Xun Taichang doesn't have the concept of time or space in prison, but this is only an approximate statement, not absolute, or the dragon is already sanctified.

I do not know how long it took, Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up, and then returned to the third floor of the town's magic prison.

In front of him is the extremely deep, full of banquet winds, leading to the abyss.

He was here at the beginning, took two steps to the left, and entered Taichang prison.

Now he returned to where he was.

In the past three years, nothing seems to have happened, like a dream.

Only the footprint on the ground proves something.

I will leave traces when I walk by, and I wo n’t be as helpless as Qing Ping.

Kusui Jiu squatted down, put the flowers that Hades sent to himself into the mud, and then reached out and grabbed some tiny things into the void into the void.

After doing all these things, he turned and walked over to the town's magic prison.

The flower branches on the mud ground move without wind, as if waving hands.

The aisle upwards is very narrow, and some places are like a seam.

Kusui Jiu floating up without any hindrance, passing through the stone cracks like a wind, going further and further.

The top of the flint seam was getting darker and darker, and the bottom of that highly poisonous Bitan was wanted to come.

Kusui Jiu looked there, thinking of the Emperor who remained in the verdant valley.

He Minghuang didn't tell all the truth.

In addition to being used to **** soulfire and send it to the underworld to prove that he is still alive, the mosquitoes in Hezhen have another layer of use.

If it was the **** king in the heyday, Canglong could not take him, let alone these mosquitoes, but the Zhongzhou faction had a very good idea or was very poisonous.

After being suppressed into the town's magic prison, Emperor Wu Ming has been in a state of extreme weakness, as seen by Jingjiu three years ago.

冥 In this state, the Pluto cannot resist those mosquitoes, and can only let the mosquitoes bite. The soul fire dissipates constantly, and there is no way to restore strength.

He was like he was in the snow field at the beginning, in order to resist the severe cold, he kept consuming the real Yuan to burn the sword fire.

If this situation continues like this, the Pluto will only be so weak forever, until it is burned into bones for a long time.

Jiu Jingjiu helped him master the method of driving mosquitoes, which was tantamount to giving him a chance.

If you stand on the human race, Jing Jiu should not give Pluto this opportunity, but he did not refuse, because he knows what Pluto wants to do.

It was like Shi Fengchen committed suicide in front of him that year, he could stop but did not do so.

He always respects the last choice of life.

Because life and death are the biggest.

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The town of Hezhen sometimes looks like a siege.

People in the city want to go out, but some people outside the city want to come in.

井 When Jing Jiu was going to leave, and when Hades decided to let himself be forgotten by his subjects, someone wanted to enter the town magic prison to change all this.

A few days ago, Tianqing Tiansi sent a recidivist to the town's magic prison. It is said that it is a think tank in Bu Lao Lin, and will not practice, but it is very dangerous.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the cell door and waited in the depths of Shishan, the uppermost part of the town's magic prison.

He is not a think tank of Bu Lao Lin, but a letter sent by Prince Jing Xin through the command of Qingtian Division.

既然 Since he is the letter itself, naturally he doesn't know where to send the letter.

The door of the prison cell opened slowly, and an old man appeared in front of him.

The town of Wuzhen was extremely dark and lightless, but the old man's face was very clear, because the old man was glowing.

The old man's hair was very messy, piled like weeds, and there were two bulges in it, which looked weird.

The middle-aged man was a little puzzled. He thought that there were no guards in the town's magic prison. Only he, why did an old man suddenly appear?

The old man said blankly, "Come out."

The middle-aged man wanted to say that his feet were locked in shackles, and he looked down, but found that the shackles did not know when it had been opened, and quickly followed.

There were mad shouts and songs everywhere on the cliffs of Laoshan. As for those sober prisoners who saw the old man, they were afraid to make any sound.

The old man looked at the cliffs in the night, and those crazy raps suddenly stopped, then he looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Who do you want to send a letter to?"

The middle-aged man said, "I don't know who this letter was for. It seems to be for you now."

The old man asked blankly, "Do you know who I am?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

Lin Bulao Lin knew that Prince Jing Xin would not dare to hide from the Zhongzhou faction, so no matter who he sent, he would be closely monitored from the first moment he entered the town's magic prison, and nothing could be done. But the middle-aged man had never wanted to do anything, he was just a letter.

Whoever fetches this letter is the recipient.

The old man said, "Content."

The middle-aged man said, "A ghost is in the town's prison."

The cruel and ridiculous expression appeared in the old man's eyes: "It seems you really don't know who I am, otherwise how can you say such ridiculous words."

All the things that happened in the town's magic prison can't be hidden from him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ After saying this, the old man no longer cares about the middle-aged person, and walks deep into the town's magic prison. Remaining in the air for a long time.

From the cliff, he came to the second floor of the sweltering town magic prison, and then came to the mossy mountain stream.

Middle-aged people know they are dying.

The old man reached out and pushed him down the cliff.

The middle-aged man fell into a pool of water between the cliffs and waved his arms and began to struggle.

He soon flew off his arm, exposing his bones.

惊 A horrified expression appeared on his face, and then festered into a more horrified picture.

It didn't take long for him to disappear into the pool of water, leaving no bones.

The old man still feels hungry, and is somewhat dissatisfied.

Then he was a little surprised, because the letter sent by Bu Lao Lin really was exactly this sentence.

Alas, a ghost came from the town's magic prison.

He looked blankly at Bitan below, hoping that this ghost could fill himself.

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