The Path Toward Heaven

? Qin Huang woke up and looked at Jing Jiu, who was standing in front of Ding, and lost his soul and murmured, "This is impossible, how could the rules be broken?"

Jing Jiu turned his head to look at him, and thought the question was really stupid.

The meaning or goal of monasticism is to break the rules, get rid of the shackles, and fly to the top.

If you can count on the mercy or permission of God, it is impossible for the thunder to not fall. You must not be afraid of the thunder before you can get out of the sky.

This is true both in the real world and in the illusion.

From the first day of his reincarnation in the Chu Kingdom Palace, he had never thought of any question since he heard the words in his mind.

What he wanted was to win the tripod!

Becoming the co-owner of the world, it does n’t make sense to get the so-called God ’s approval, because it ’s still looking to heaven or someone else.

As long as he can break the rules and break the upper limit of this world, this tripod is naturally his.

In the eyes of many people, including Qin Huang, this is impossible, but in his eyes it is something that all inquirers should do.

The world in Qingtianjian is solidified. Askers come from outside. As long as they can keep the mind clear, there should be no line in their eyes.

How can the rules here bind them with truth and falsehood?

This matter is simple to say, but it is very difficult. Except for a character like Jing Jiu who has a clear heart and ignores thousands of years of wind and rain, who can do it?

"Even if you break the rules, how do you get Xianyu?"

Qin Huang shouted unwillingly towards his back: "If you get God's confession, he will give you the fairy tale, who can give you now!"

The decoration on the surface of the bronze tripod faintly exudes immortality, and the immortal emperor who wants to come is inside, but just as Qin Huang said, how should Jingjiu take it out?

"The rules are the decoration of the world. After disappearing, everything will be revealed."

Jingjiu ignored Qin Huang and looked at the bronze tripod and said, "It turns out that you are a fairy."

Having said this, he reached for his tripod.

When his finger was still a long way from the bronze tripod, he suddenly stopped.

He slowly retracted his right hand and looked at the bronze tripod quietly, silent for a long time, wondering what he was thinking or waiting for.

Qin Huang looked at his back, with countless suspicions and anxieties in his heart.

I don't know how long after that, Jing Jiu changed his left hand and extended to the bronze tripod again.

Now that a decision has been made, there is no hesitation. His movements, such as the lightest wind and the fastest lightning, hold the bronze tripod.

In the past thirty years, he has watched this bronze tripod many times in the small temple, and he has also held it many times.

But this time he felt a distinct difference.

An extremely powerful Xianjia atmosphere.

There is also a very faint and faint divine thought.

The bronze tripod suddenly disappeared.

Jing Jiu's expression became serious, his left hand clenched into a fist.

Countless bright rays of light came out of his hand, shining the palm of his palm directly, and even the bones were extremely clear.

The picture is beautiful and weird.

Those rays of light have a very delicate and elegant Xianjia atmosphere, seemingly gentle, but do not know how much power is hidden.

Jing Jiu raised her eyebrows slightly, her body trembling.

The actual pain he suffered at this time far exceeded the extent shown.

This is the impact of Xianjia breath!

If you change to another questioner, even Zhao Layue, who has the most determined heart, can only let go of his palm at this time.

Jing Jiu didn't let go, his face became paler and paler, like paper.

A bird's song came in the distance from the summit, as if a warning.

A blood spilled from the corners of his lips, but he still refused to let go.

In the distant deep space, it may even come from another world. There is an extremely clear ringtone.

Jing Jiu's eyes were clearer, almost indifferent, and he drank softly.

"Close!"

A squeak.

It's like a book being closed.

There was a loud noise.

Hundreds of muffled thunders sounded at the same time, then dissipated instantly.

But Zhoushan shook violently, as if it would collapse the next moment.

The gravel and ruins of the peak all floated up, spreading rapidly toward the surroundings.

The same is true of distant clouds.

Countless things are driven back to the edge of space by an invisible and grand power!

Azure became more blue, and Chengjing became clearer.

There was a void at the peak.

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Jing Jiu stood in the center of the void and looked into the sky.

He found that the sky seemed thin, and it was closer.

Then he looked down to the ground and found that the ground seemed thick, and it was closer.

This also means that heaven and earth seem to be a few points closer than before.

Then he looked down at his left hand.

His left hand was still clenched into a fist, his fingers faintly exuded.

Those fairy feelings are very light, no one except him should be able to perceive it.

Immortal was in hand, and it was time to leave.

He looked up, from the blue sea in the east to Chu in the west, and finally fell among the mountains, and found that the blue leaves turned red again.

"gone."

I don't know who this sentence was addressed to.

He took a step towards the void.

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Yunmeng Mountain.

Echo Valley.

Behind the cave house.

Qingtian Jianpan.

Many eyes fell on Jing Jiu's body.

The moment he stood up from the futon, all inquirers knew that something big was about to happen.

Jing Jiu suddenly moved and took a step forward.

Then he opened his eyes and woke up.

He looked around and saw Liu ten years old, Bai Zao, Tong Yan, Zhuo Rusui, and some inquirers who didn't remember their names.

All inquirers, including Tong Yan, bowed in salute towards him, congratulating him.

Jing Jiu nodded his greetings, glanced at Liu ten years old, and stepped out of the cave.

The little glazed bell rang a clear chime and followed behind him.

Looking at this scene, everyone was surprised.

Askers will inevitably feel awkward when they return from the fantasy world of Qingtianjian. It takes a moment for a character like Ji Yiyun to really calm down.

Who can be so calm like him without actually needing time to dissolve the real and illusory transformation, as if it had not existed in the past decades!

"You stop me!"

An angry throbbing sound suddenly sounded in the cave.

People turned around and looked.

Bai Qianjun sat on the futon and woke up with his eyes open, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

"You are out of order! I disagree!"

Tong Yan frowned slightly, so he became thicker.

He knew what Shimei was inconvenient to say at this time and was ready to speak.

No one had thought that Bai Qianjun had just come out of the fantasy at this time, and he also had Qin Huang's violent heart, and he was extremely confused in his actions.

He came to Jingjiu with the help of heaven and earth, and banged in the punch!

There was a faint white light in his fist, with a very mysterious and powerful breath.

Jing Jiu turned around and hit a simple punch.

Bai Zao's secret way was not good. Jing Jiu didn't know that his brother had used his magic weapon, but he met him with a fist, but he was afraid of a big loss.

She had so much confidence in Jing Jiu that she never thought she would take her own shot. It was too late to sacrifice the Nanping Bell.

Qingshan Zongxiu repaired swords, and Zhongzhou school repaired Xuanmen Taoism. They did not excel in strength, but as a practitioner, he was stronger than iron, and his fist was naturally like a hammer. When everyone wanted to come, when the two fists met, there would be a thunderous roar. No one expected that the next ring in Dongfu would be a sound ...

"Click!"

The click was very crisp, as if the freshly picked fruit was forcibly broken by a teenager with his hand, and as if fresh sugarcane was being broken by someone.

In fact, this sound is more like a table and chair that have been in disrepair for years.

It's like the little temple that turned into ruins at the peak of Zhoushan Mountain.

In the clicking noise, Bai Qianjun's fist was shattered, his five fingers were broken, and his destiny magic weapon broke into pieces.

The unimaginable terror force followed the arm and shook his arm bones and shoulder bones in succession, that is, the shoulder bone and sternum had cracked numerous gaps.

That's it.

Bai Qianjun was flown by a boxing, and fell heavily in the Qingtianjian, spewing countless blood.

There was silence in Dongfu.

People looked at Jingu with shock.

As everyone knows, especially after fighting with Zhuo Rusui's sword, Jing Jiu can be said to be the strongest among the younger generation of practitioners. But Bai Qianjun is also a young genius who has been secretly cultivated for many years by the Zhongzhou faction. According to the truth, the realm between the two sides is certainly not so great.

Why did Jingjiu and Bai Qianjun fight against each other ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ so powerful?

This is definitely not a problem of realm gap, nor is it the reason for Jianyuan's abundance.

People's eyes fell on Jing Jiu's fist and they found that he was using a left fist.

Tong Yan remembered one thing-after waking up from the fantasy world of Jingtianjian, Jing Jiu's left hand had been held and never loosened.

Thinking of the final picture in the fantasy, he suddenly made a strange conjecture, didn't Jing Jiu put away Xianyu, but kept it in his hand?

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(I know I have n’t written enough recently, but I have coughed a lot ~ I ’m not naughty, I said it seriously, it was so interesting and interesting.

I will end the fantasy article tomorrow, and I will chat with you a few words about my feelings and thoughts as I write this. )

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