The Path Toward Heaven

Dumplings are served with wine.

Troublesome things, the more you hide.

Zhao Layue was going to kill Wang Xiaoming that year, and Jing Jiu didn't agree, so now this trouble falls to him.

Qing'er's sigh was obviously laughing at him, he naturally would not answer, and asked: "Why do you steal this mirror?"

The mirror is of course Qingtianjian, which naturally asks Tong Yan.

Tong Yan said what happened then.

Jing Jiu now knows that Bai Zhenren already knows the changes of Qingtianjian, and wants to let Qinger's soul fly away with ice.

He shook his head and said, "Everything you can't master must be erased. This is indeed like the Zhongzhou faction. But you are also a Zhongzhou faction disciple. Why would you save her?"

Tong Yan said: "She will become the true spirit of Tianbao, that is the real life, I heard that this is what you told her."

Jing Jiu said.

Tong Yan said expressionlessly: "Since she is a living person, she can be regarded as a disciple from Zhongzhou. How can she be executed without fault?"

This sentence makes sense. The problem is that for the denomination's overall interests, truth has never been so important.

At that time, the real man in Taiping and Liu Liu and Yuan Riding a whale swept the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains. It was not justified, nor had they asked them.

The Tailu real people did not accept it. Until they finally refused to surrender, they will still be held in the sword prison today, suffering the cold and cold invasion, and cannot be relieved.

Thinking of the uncle who was stained with blood from the same door, but insisted that he was justified, Jingjiu shook his head.

Tong Yan misunderstood what he meant and said, "Chess, the pursuit is black and white."

Jing Jiu remembered La Yue's eyes and was silent for a while. Then he asked, "Qidao is about planning and moving, and you are good at it. Why is the means so rough?"

Deep in the vein that day, after listening to Qing Er's speech, Tong Yan never thought about it. He picked up the Qing Tianjian and left. It really wasn't a steal, it should be a grab.

"She was weak and was about to die. There was no time for me to think."

Tong Yan calmly said: "And I used to think too much and count too much, but I can never get past you, take another path, or have some opportunities instead."

Jing Jiu said: "Intuition is also a calculation, but the intermediate process is omitted, and the result may not be accurate enough, but there is nothing wrong with the general direction."

Tong Yan said: "Then why did you come to Lengshan? Is it because of what you got?"

Jing Jiu said, "I'll sharpen my sword."

Tong Yan didn't understand what he meant. He glanced at the cosmic front that had been quietly suspended in mid-air. I thought what a sword needs to be sharpened?

Jing Jiu looked at Qingtianjian and said nothing.

After leaving Qingshan, he went to many places, Daze, Mine, Chaoge City, just to find the perfect whetstone.

He never thought of sharpening his sword with the Qingtianjian, but he did not expect to encounter it in the end.

Only then did he know that what he had been looking for was it.

In Qinger's words, is this fate?

Thinking about these things, he raised his hand and touched Qinger's head naturally.

Tong Yan raised an eyebrow and said, "This is my true spirit. I also ask Taoists to respect it."

Qing'er felt a little itchy, flew behind Tong Yan and hid behind him.

Tong Yan's eyebrows were taller and thicker, but apparently not happy about it.

"I'll take a break."

Jing Jiu closed his eyes and began to sleep.

The cold wind roared in the dead woods, and there were several wooden birds flying in the dark sky, which were obviously the instruments of Xuanyinism.

Hundreds of Xuanyin worshippers are scattered in this cold mountain wasteland. The ground and the surface are full of formations and fire nets, and the other party may find it at any time.

Tong Yan and Qing'er looked at each other, thinking that this person was really big.

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The red on the cliff is very deep, not like blood, but more like some kind of paint.

Because the temperature is too high and the wind is dry, there is no deep feeling in the valley that stretches far into the mountains.

The ground in the canyon is full of sharp red stones, which are extremely hot. If someone breaks the raw eggs on it, it only takes a few minutes to get a perfect one-sided frying.

Several Xuanyin worshippers knelt on the ground, their hands and knees were cut by stones, and the bleeding blood was burnt into smoke, exuding an unpleasant scorched smell.

"Subordinates are incompetent, ask the Lord to punish."

They didn't dare to get up, and kept scratching their heads at the figure in front of them. They could get burned regardless of their forehead.

In the face of the fear of death, the feeling of pain is not qualified to exist.

The man turned around, his leather boots crushing the stones and breaking into red powder.

"It took so long to find them, and three disciples died ... what about the dead?"

There was no emotion in his voice, a sharp contrast to the hot surroundings.

Some believers brought in three corpses from outside the canyon. It was the three Xuanyin believers killed by Jing Jiu.

The man walked slowly to the three corpses, then crouched slowly, leaving a shallow groove on the ground behind him.

The Xuanyin leader, who claims to be the Ming king, is still very young, with no emotion on his face, and indifference, but there is a wild fire deep in his eyes.

Before Liu rebelled at Qingshan when he was ten years old, he had seriously injured Jian Ruoyun with the magical power of blood demonism. At that time, his eyes also had a similar wildfire.

"Swords are free to kill, and you don't need to burn the corpse with sword fire afterwards, without any concealment ... Aoyama sword repair really is so arrogant."

Ming Wang looked at the broken necks of the three corpses, feeling the sharpness in the meantime, and the wild fire deep in his eyes became more and more abundant.

After Shi Fengchen committed suicide, he left Chaoge City, jumped all the way to the edge of the treasure, entered the mountain to get a fate, and finally built a magical power.

After pursuing Su Ziye and taking charge of the Xuanyin Sect, he re-sacrifice the Lieyang Temple and became a great figure in the evil way.

The thing he wanted to do most was to kill Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue, and naturally had a deep understanding of Qingshan Jianyi.

Suddenly, Gao Ya stepped out of the canyon, bowed to him and saluted, and never refused to get up.

Ming Wang raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised his hand to signal the crowd to spread.

Gao Ya stood up and persuaded: "The Zhongzhou faction is okay to say that Tong Yan is an abandoner after all, but he has another Qingshan disciple ... and ask the master to think twice."

Xuanyin Religion is gaining momentum, especially after the re-sacrifice of Lieyangzhen, which has made some old people in the religion feel like they had dreamed back to that year. But if they offend both the Qingshan Sect and the Zhongzhou Sect, Leader ... That's still the rhythm of death.

Ming Wang said with no expression, "Since he is a disciple of Qingshan, let him be killed even more, and no one should persuade me."

Gao Ya's face was a bit ugly, and he whispered, "Leader, you have n’t had a long time to return to the ancestral altar. Some things may not be clear to you, ancestors three hundred years ago ..."

With a buzz, the heat wave in the canyon transpired.

The King Ming sensed the feeling uploaded by Lie Yangyu, raised his eyebrows and looked out of the canyon. Which one of the Qingshan sword repairers did he want to come to, but he was not dead when he touched the fire?

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Day and night passed.

Xuanyinism strengthened the search, and the matrix method gradually narrowed down. Some disciples have already come to this forest.

The illusions released by Qingtianjian are far less real than the illusions in them. They can conceal ordinary practitioners, but they cannot hide the true strong ones.

If this continues, Qingtianjian will be found.

Tong Yan glanced at Qinger, and asked with his eyes if they should leave first.

Jing Jiu likes to sleep and continues to sleep here, and can also attract the attention of Xuanyin religion by the way.

Qing'er glanced at Jiuyi and hesitated.

Maybe it was just right, Jing Jiu woke up, countless faint swordsmen overflowed under the ground, returned to his body, and let the clothes float gently.

He wasn't really sleeping, of course, but he was perceiving with swordsmanship, calculating the formation method of Xuanyinism, and determining the locations of those strange fires underground.

One day and one night, his sword intention has searched for more than a hundred miles of the ground, and made a rough judgment.

He glanced at Qinger.

Qinger understood what he meant and returned to Qingtianjian.

Tong Yan carried Qingtianjian behind him.

Buzz.

There was a gust of wind in the woods.

The Xuanyin believers felt the movement and rushed to the forest, but found nothing.

Even the two-leaf weed disappeared.

There is only one hole in the ground, deep and unpredictable, I do not know where to go.

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The north of the wasteland is still the range of cold mountains, but the climate here is even colder.

Several very majestic snow-capped mountains stand in front, blocking the way to the snowy field.

The snow in front of the snow mountain suddenly swelled and then exploded.

Jing Jiu and Tong Yan flew from the inside.

It's close to the snowfield.

Jing Jiu believed that the Xuanyin believer didn't dare to come here, because even he didn't want to, or did not dare to come here.

Tong Yan was carrying the Qingtianjian, covered with soil, and looked at Jiuyi Yi with some admiration.

Jing Jiu's burrowing ability was really good, and he didn't know how to do it. Even the hard rock was instantly in front of him.

What made him even more impressed was that Jing Jiu had completely written down the formation of the underlying fire veins and the structure of the fierce sun.

The fire veins under the ground were extremely complicated, like a maze, and they traveled for a long time without encountering those flames at one time.

Looking at the big snowy mountain in front of him, Jing Jiu turned without hesitation and walked in the opposite direction.

Tong Yan felt that his turn was a bit stiff and strange, but he kept up.

At this time, they suddenly heard a footstep.

Jing Jiu and Tong Yan stopped.

The footsteps were still behind.

Tong Yan turned and looked at the Daxue Mountain.

The footsteps came from above the snow-capped mountains.

The sound is a bit unique.

Click ... wipe.

Click ... wipe.

The former sound is normal snow and snow on the bottom of the boot, but the latter sounds like a broom dragging on the snow.

After a while, Tong Yan saw the figure on the snow mountain.

A few miles away, it was still possible to see that the man's gait was a little weird, seemingly stingy.

That voice was his right foot dragging on the snow.

It was the young Xuanyin leader.

He slowly walked to the cliff, looked down at them both, and said, "Is the passage I prepared for you still comfortable?"

Tong Yan felt a little cold. It turned out that Jing Jiu was able to take himself away from the formation of Xuanyinism, which was originally the arrangement of the other party.

The other party has been here, waiting for them to throw themselves into the net.

This is naturally easier than searching for them in the wilderness cold mountains.

"how about you?"

Jing Jiu looked at him on the Snow Mountain and asked, "Is the life that others have prepared for you still good?"

Hearing this sentence, the expression of the young Xuanyin lord suddenly changed.

Twenty-three years after leaving Chaoge City ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He has experienced too many adventures, which is more exaggerated than the most famous and lucky He Zhan experience in the spiritual world. No matter what he seems to do, he can always pick some Gongfa and spar, so his practice path is very smooth. He never needs to worry about the lack of elixir, spar, or the low grade of Gongfa.

No matter how you look at it, this is problematic.

But he didn't dare to think deeply because he was afraid that once he touched the truth, everything he had now would be taken away by the person who arranged these things and become nothing again.

He can only anesthetize himself with hatred and ascension, and comfort himself with that sentence.

——I am the protagonist of this story. Even if there is one day, I will change my life against the sky and break the black hand hidden behind the scenes!

After the re-sacrifice of Lie Yangyang was successful, his anxiety and hidden anxiety were no longer as strong as before, but he also knew that it was far from the day when the truth was reached, the truth was revealed, and the truth was overcome. Because he also picked the secret method of sacrificing the fierce sun ...

Who would have thought that today he heard such a sentence and was directly exposed to the truth.

He felt like he was a child without clothes, standing naked in the snowy mountains, so cold.

Where is there a king of Ming ... you are still Wang Xiaoming.

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