The Path Toward Heaven

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Hundreds of flames gradually disappeared, just like Mars dissipated in the wind.

That evil repairer should be a very famous person. He has been hiding in the bottom of the soul valley for many years.

But he died like this under the sword of Jing Jiu, and did not set off a wave of waves, not even his name.

Thinking of this, I can't help feeling a little bit sad.

Looking at the picture in the lava river, Jing Jiu closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

It's not emotion. For people who don't know, he hasn't had these unnecessary, unnecessary and even harmful emotions. He just adjusts his interest rate to reply to Jian Yuan.

Killing that sword repair seems simple, but it's actually difficult.

The sword has a high realm, a great magic skill, and a deep understanding of underground caves and lava rivers.

Even the Aoyama Sect's sea-crossing realm can hardly kill the person here.

Jing Jiu is in the middle of a wild field. Even if the real combat power is not limited to this, it is very difficult to kill this evil cultivation, which consumes a lot of spirit.

Those spirits are not war-fighting, they are deductive calculations.

When he picked up the magic weapon, the evil practitioner had not yet appeared, and he did two things.

He let the universe front silently go to the far side of the river and wait, while he wrapped the cloth covering the universe front into his left hand.

The ball of cloth played an important role in the subsequent battles, and was burned into a flame by the magma in the river.

If you count an opponent who is far above himself, no details can go wrong.

The evil repairer looked at the flames ignited by the futon, thinking that he was slacking off in the magma.

No practitioner can survive in the magma, except for the heavenly objects or the treasures.

The evil repairer did not expect Jing Jiu to be alive, and could set off a waterfall-like magma to attack himself, not to mention that a very wide fairy-order Feijian had long been waiting for himself in the darkness behind him.

Under such circumstances, how could he not die.

To be precise, that evil repairer was not killed by Jing Jiu with a sword, but by him.

Jing Jiu's calculations clearly understood all the directions of this battle. Of course, those calculations may not necessarily have the strength, because the evil revision's ideas and responses will change at any time, but the overall framework has been determined. Certain details cannot change the final outcome.

This is the real Castle Peak Kendo.

Taiping is naturally very good at this, and he is not bad.

Starting from the small village, Jing Jiu has always been unable to communicate with the world affairs, and his memory is still a little bad. In fact, it is just that the world affairs have no meaning to him. If he falls into practice or kendo, it will naturally be very different.

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The magma river flows slowly, without the sound of waves, and only absorbs the deep sound made when rubbing against the river bank.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the river.

The river was next to the air, and the temperature gradually lowered, turning back to a gloomy appearance.

That evil revision should be dead.

He took out the magic weapon and looked at it with a slightly different look.

The body of this magic weapon is a scale, but it is not known what kind of scale it is. From the perspective of weight and volume, that kind of creature should not be small, but it is far less exaggerated than the dragon, and it is not even as big as a ghost.

There is no absolute relationship between the level of life and size, otherwise his friend in the distant sea should be the strongest in the world. Well, the giant really has a hard time finding an opponent.

The sword fell, and Jing Jiu felt extremely pure fire in this magic weapon, which was obviously extraordinary. The owner is most likely a fire salamander living in the magma of the ground or another alien monster.

It's a pity that when the scales were peeled off, the owner was not yet mature, and the scales didn't exist. After many years of hard work by that evil practitioner, he barely became a magic weapon.

The scale contains such a pure fire meaning, it should be able to withstand the fire. He was previously burned with a few green smoke by his right hand, completely because the evil repair forcedly infused a lot of resentful spirits, but destroyed the scale. The essence.

Jing Jiu shook his head, thinking that the evil repairer was not good at refining the device, and it was a pity that such a beautiful material.

He didn't have too much regret. He saw too many good materials and magic weapons like this, and he wanted this magic weapon because it was hard enough to be used as a sharpening stone.

Since it is used to sharpen the sword, this magic weapon will eventually become powder, so there will be no waves and no waste.

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Magma rivers flow slowly, and occasionally the surface tears open, emitting red light like a wall, illuminating the bottom of the dark cave.

The low murmur of friction and the occasional flame did not have any effect on Jing Jiu. He sat by the river, rubbing his magic hand on the magic weapon constantly, his expression focused, and adjusting the angle and intensity of his hand from time to time as the magic weapon wear.

This magic weapon made from scales is indeed very hard, and it is not blindly hard. It is similar to the remains of the big demon in the town magic prison. It feels good and is as warm as jade, but it is a bit brittle.

A few days later, with only a few clicks, the magic weapon broke into tiny fragments.

Countless grievances and ghosts rushed out of the magic weapon, causing a gust of wind.

In principle, the magic weapon is broken, and there is no other thing that can control these resentful spirits. They should escape according to their instincts, and then go to the ground or deeper along the ground to find blood and soul food.

But these resentful spirits watched Jing Jiu's magic weapon for a few days, instinctively gave birth to a deeper level of fear, did not dare to leave, and just floated around him.

If anyone sees this scene, he will surely think that he is an evil repair that harms innocent life and makes magic weapons.

Is this confession?

Change to the protagonist in another story, or they will gather these grudges and ghosts around to see how to get the most benefits, but Jingjiu didn't even bother, he was ready to leave.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered a thing in the past.

Three hundred years ago, the beast tide of the Snow Country went south again, and the strong men of the human race went to help as much as possible. Liu Ci and Yuan Riding Whale took the strong men of Zhufeng to the Lanling Snowfield, leaving only young disciples in Qingshan.

The mage and his subordinates took advantage of this opportunity to sneak through the Qingshan array to the end of God's Peak, trying to regain the emperor's seal, and then beheaded by him.

Except for the mage master, the rest of the underworld powers are dead.

When Liu Ci returned, he persuaded him to dispose of the body, but he refused because he was lazy.

Afterwards, the soul fire left by those underworld powers floated in the God's End Peak for many years, and finally turned into a grudge.

Jing Jiu still didn't bother, anyway, those grieving spirits could not affect him, and he couldn't scare those juniors who were qualified to visit him at the end of God's Peak.

Hundreds of years later, he carried Zhao Layue back to the end of the gods, and met those resentment spirits again.

This illustrates the truth, since this matter is related to you, then you don't want to be lazy.

Even if you can be lazy for a while, you still have to do it yourself three hundred years later.

If he ignores the grieving ghosts floating around him at this time, he will not be able to do so for many years.

He wanted to understand this principle, shook his head, and held the universe front sword to cut off.

The ghosts touched the cold sword, and they broke into the finest dust particles, and went silent.

Those grievances did not immediately dissipate.

The cosmic front brought countless red and hot magma from the river, composed of hundreds of vague words, and carefully identified what seemed to be a scripture in Guocheng Temple.

The light of fire illuminated the dark caves and those grieving faces.

The faces of those grieving souls gradually blurred, and the suffocation gradually disappeared, eventually turning into clear light, scattered invisible.

No matter it is a ghost or a grudge, without the blessing of a weapon, he cannot launch a tide-like terrorist attack, and he is naturally not afraid of evil and can easily cut it with a sword.

But in fact, this sword is not simple, it is extremely complicated, and it is even close to perfection.

No one except him can cut this sword, even if he hadn't listened to the Buddhist scriptures in Guocheng Temple for six years.

Jing Jiu threw the shards of magic weapon into the river, then rose up into the air.

He wasn't going to leave, and the countless monster bones in the ancient battlefield were waiting for him below. Thinking of this, he also had some expectations.

He turned over and stretched out his right hand.

A buzzing sound.

There was a breeze in the gloomy hole.

He disappeared.

A round hole appeared on the ground.

The fiery lava poured into the hole from the stone gap below, refilled, and then faded away without leaving any traces.

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Rocks melt into rivers, indicating that the heart has been deepened.

Regardless of being decent or evil, Terran practitioners have a hard time living in such a hot environment.

Jing Jiu never encountered the hidden strong man again, and did not know whether it was good luck or bad luck.

Not knowing how long it took, he broke through the rock wall and flew out.

This is an extremely huge underground cave. The cave top and the ground are hundreds of feet high, and it looks very empty.

A river formed by fiery magma, constantly flowing on the ground.

If it weren't for the magma that was too hot and bright, the surge was too rapid, and it hit the river bank with a loud noise, he would even think it was still by the previous river.

It is impossible for people to step into two identical rivers, but if they go around, they will always encounter similar scenery.

He landed on the river and looked into the distance.

The bright and hot Huo River stretched more than ten miles to the distance, and then suddenly branched off somewhere and became two rivers.

It's not a river going east, a river going west, but a river going up and down.

Some people experience such things and may feel some emotion when they see such a picture. Jing Jiu still doesn't.

Even if there is, it cannot be seen.

Flames and more horrible magma kept erupting in the river, illuminating his expressionless face.

The next moment, he turned and walked up the gentle slope, feeling the air in front of him getting clearer and clearer, knowing that he didn't find the wrong place.

Numerous years ago, there was the ancient battlefield where the human race and the underworld slaughtered.

After Gathering Soul Valley was sealed by the Zhongzhou faction, the ancient battlefield settled to the deepest part of the ground.

That seems to be something that happened 30,000 years ago. The Zhongzhou faction was just beginning and was in the first heyday, but he was a little uncertain.

Over the years, the remains of the human race must have been removed and buried by Ansheng, and the corpses of the underworld strongmen have not been left. It is even more wishful thinking to find those strong men who have left their magic weapons and practice cheats. However, he was looking for the bones of those monsters. No matter how greedy the denominations of the Terrans were, they were skinned and fled for the sake of their lives, and they did not want to come to those heavy and huge bones. Those demon bones are of no use other than being hard, and making tea is not meaningful to the practitioner, and is just reserved for him.

Jing Jiu thought so, came to the highest point of the gentle slope, and looked down.

The cave here is even bigger, and the ground is a black field with a radius of dozens of miles.

The fire from the river illuminates the cave and spills into the wilderness like a sunset.

Hundreds of huge monster bones scattered on the field in the evening glow, projecting even greater shadows.

These dead beasts still kept the look they had when they died in the war, still so huge and so terrifying.

This once ancient battlefield did not seem to have passed tens of thousands of years, but it still gives a feeling of vicissitudes.

Jing Jiu came to a large white demon skeleton.

From the shape of the skeleton, this big demon is somewhat like an ordinary elephant, but it is more than ten times larger.

What Jiu Jiu was most interested in was the bone of this big demon.

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The huge bone, about ten feet long, was so broken that it turned into snowflakes and sprinkled him all over his face.

Immediately afterwards, the skeleton of the big demon fell like a thatched cottage in the wind, and fell to the ground, turning into powder.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, walked to another big demon skeleton, and extended his left and tail fingers.

The same thing happened again.

The big demon skeleton collapsed and turned into a striking white powder on the black field.

Tens of thousands of years.

Everything has decayed.

The demon bone in the town's magic prison was soaked in Canglong's stomach for many years, and was ground by his right hand from summer to early autumn before being ground into powder.

These big demon bones in the field were crushed.

Tens of thousands of years have come, and its power has been flaunted where you can't see it.

The power of time is really the sharpest sword in the world.

Jing Jiu stood between hundreds of huge bones, remained silent for a while, then turned away.

When I left, I didn't know if I was intentional or unintentional.

Hundreds of huge bones slowly collapsed, and if they wanted to come back for a few years, they would merge with the black wilderness.

Jing Jiu did not look back, walked towards the evening glow, and returned to the river to sit down.

The magma in the river jumped, bursting like an upside down waterfall, like a caper.

The roar was endless.

The river went forward.

The dead are so.

Don't let go of day and night.

But if there is a long history, why not persevere.

Jing Jiu thought calmly.

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