The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiujing looked at the man on the snow mountain quietly, for some reason, there was some compassion in his eyes.

He did not know that the young master of Xuanyin was Wang Xiaoming. Until that year, when he passed Gu Qing with Lengshan, he clearly felt the intention of killing in the other's sight, so he naturally came up with the idea of ​​killing the other first.

To kill a person, you must first figure out who the other person is. During the time he spent watching winter, spring, summer and autumn, Zhao Layue and Gu Qing checked this person through roller shutters and other channels, naturally including those so-called adventures.

As long as there are enough strange encounters, no matter how bizarre and incredible growth speed can be explained.

But this arranged feeling, controlled taste, and game-like atmosphere, Jing Jiu was too familiar.

Lie Yangzheng's re-sacrifice success made him more convinced that the person hiding behind the scenes was a brother.

Jing Jiu can already see the tragic ending of the young man, either he was killed or he was played to death by his brother.

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Wang Xiaoming stood on the edge of the snow mountain cliff, looked at the two people on the ground, and was shocked. He thought who the man was, and he knew his biggest secret.

The next moment, he finally saw Jing Jiu's face clearly and couldn't help but hold it.

He muttered to himself: "It's you?"

Accidents, shocks, and ecstasy, all kinds of emotions shocked his mind, made him forget the cold feeling after being revealed by Jing Jiuyi.

The corners of his lips twitched slightly, revealing a nervous and stiff smile.

The wildfires in his eyes burned more fiercely, just like the sun-knots that were invisible around him, enough to burn everything in the world.

Then his lips trembled more and more, his smile became wilder and wilder, and he shouted, "It's you! Well ..."

Wang Xiaoming's voice stopped abruptly.

Just like the dead disciple of Xuanyin Religion, it happened to be that Tic Tac Toe.

A cold and lonely Jianguang appeared in front of Xueshan.

Snow Mountain no longer seemed so cold.

There was a clear chirp.

Cosmic Front did not know when to go there silently and chopped it down!

Naturally, Wang Xiaoming would not be hacked to death with a sword like that Xuanyin disciple.

A black cormorant emerged from the void beside Wang Xiaoming, facing the wind like a wave, slaps towards the universe front.

The dark black color was dark, like an abyss, with blood-stained plaques on it, but exuding extremely terrible heat.

Wanting to come here is the treasure of Xuanyinism, the legendary yangyang.

The sun was moving.

There seems to be a scorching sun in the snowy mountains.

The cosmic front is brighter.

The Lieyang Puppet didn't really stand in front of the universe, and in the Puppet Forest, the surrounding space was distorted.

A soft bang.

The cosmic front moved along the deformed space, passing by the strong sun, and flew obliquely into the cliff.

A moment later, there was a thunderous voice over Xueshan.

Jian Guang flew back.

Countless thick snow fell over the mountain, gradually filling the foothills.

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Jing Jiu reached out to retract the cosmic front and looked down.

Tong Yan glanced at him, wondering what this was doing?

This sword is too sudden, let alone Wang Xiaoming, even he did not expect it.

"I don't like to hear ghosts crying."

Jing Jiu confirmed that there was no problem with the cosmic front and said: "This is really good. I am not an opponent now."

Then Tong Yan knew that he was trying the sword, and I thought it was redundant. I still need to try it to know?

Lieyang is the most precious treasure of Xuanyinism. Its rank is very high. It can even rank among the top ten in the practice world based on its lethality theory, and its defense is very strong.

Not to mention the limited speed of the Universe, even if it is Qingshan's fastest Furth sword, it is extremely difficult to directly kill Wang Xiaoming if it wants to break through the scorching sun.

Through this sword, Jing Jiu judged that Lieyang is really powerful, Wang Xiaoming is constantly encountering strange things, his magic skills are very strong, he is only slightly inferior to himself.

The easiest and best way for him to kill Wang Xiaoming is to use a magic weapon with the same rank as Lie Yangyu.

As long as Lie Yangjun cannot protect the Lord, it is not difficult to kill Wang Xiaoming.

Jing Jiuwang said to Qing Tianjian behind Tong Yan, "I will use your way later."

Qing'er was suddenly anxious when he heard this, and flew out of Qingtianjian, saying, "I won't fight."

Jing Jiu said, "Huh?"

"There are many kinds of magic weapons, some of them are powerful, some are mysterious and enlightenable, and not all magic weapons can be used for combat."

Tong Yan explained to him, thinking that the teachers in Yunmengshan were right, the Qingshan sect had no treasure.

Jing Jiuxin thought if there is no way to hit people, what is the difference between Tianjie magic and broken copper?

He said to Tong Yan, "Then we will leave later. You stay here and try to attract more firepower."

Qinger was very helpless. I thought that those of you who play chess all have this disposition? Want to abandon your son if you don't agree?

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Wang Xiaoming was standing by the cliff, listening to the endless avalanche sound over the Daxue Mountain, feeling the vibration from his feet, silent.

He looked away after a long time and looked at the sword beside Jing Jiu.

The Jiu Jiu's sword just now was really fast and insidious. He came to the place quietly and did not attack until the extreme position that would trigger his alertness. He did not respond at all. If it weren't for the Lord of Lieyang's self-protection, he would have been wounded at this time, and could even be worse.

In other words, if there is no strong sun, he must not be Jing Jiu's opponent.

This fact surprised him a little.

After leaving Chaoge City, with infinite hatred, he devoted countless hours and energy, with the greatest degree of hard work and diligence, practicing the spar and elixir obtained in the adventure, he also practiced the most in adventure. Good evil ways. Counting out, he entered the practice world just a few years later than Jing Jiu. Today, he is still inferior to the other party. Does he really never catch up with the other party?

No, that's because Jing Jiu's sword is so good!

I heard that he also had an adventure in Guocheng Temple and forged a fairy-level flying sword.

Since there are adventures, you count the sword as part of your spiritual realm. Of course, I also want to smash the sun into it. I have already surpassed you!

Thinking about this, he calmed down and said, "Your sword is truly extraordinary, and your kendo talent is extraordinary, but do you know what you are really good at?"

Jing Jiu naturally ignored him, and his eyes fell around the snow-capped mountains, not knowing what was being calculated.

Tong Yan looked interested and asked, "What is it?"

"What you are really good at is luck. Even the Pearl is afraid of dark investment. I don't know how many people envy you can join Qingshan."

Wang Xiaoming's lips twitched slightly, and he smiled nervously, saying, "Unfortunately, you are out of luck today, and I met."

Jing Jiu knew what such people would say at such times, and he was totally uninterested in it and didn't listen to a word.

He looked at the cosmic front again, confirming that the traces left by the saliva king's saliva had disappeared, adding a bit of confidence to his own thoughts.

Jing Jiu didn't speak, and Tong Yan had to continue to play the role of interlocutor, so as to delay for some time. He looked at Wang Xiaoming on the snowy mountain cliff, and said with a serious expression: "According to my investigation in Zhongzhou, you have never hurt innocent people, and you have a kind heart. Why not change your heart and change the evil?"

"Revert to evil? Hahahaha!"

Wang Xiaoming laughed loudly, as if he had heard something absurd.

"What is the difference between righteousness and evil in my eyes? Regardless of righteousness and evil, as long as it is a practitioner, you should die!"

Tong Yan was silent for a while and said, "It turns out that Your Excellency doesn't hurt innocent people, just because those are mortals."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Yes, I never consider myself a practitioner, even if I practice these messy things, but I am still an ordinary person."

It can be seen from his expression and tone that he is deeply proud of it.

Tong Yan asked, "Where did your hostility come from?"

"You practitioners have oppressed us ordinary people and have oppressed for countless years, but come to ask where our hostility comes from."

Wang Xiaoming shouted angrily: "We are born to be bullied and enslaved by you? Why!"

His shout echoed in front of the quiet snowy mountain, and there was another snow fall over the mountain, roaring, as if it were fitting.

Tong Yan was silent for a longer time this time, saying, "After all, you have different positions. You are now a practitioner, and you should be able to understand the truth."

Wang Xiaoming said in a deep voice: "No, I have said it just now, I never consider myself a practitioner."

Tong Yan looked at his right leg ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and said, "You have done a great job now and you can repair your disabled right leg, but you still insist on being a bitch, just to remind yourself not to forget the identity of ordinary people ? "

Wang Xiaoming didn't expect that he could see through his heart, and his voice was slightly astringent, "Yes."

Tong Yan looked at him with pity and said, "Unfortunately, you are doing this in vain, because you are no longer an ordinary person, you have become the practitioner you hated most."

Wang Xiaoming was irritated by his eyes and repeated words, and said impatiently, "I have already told you, I don't think so."

"The difference between a practitioner and an ordinary person is not the concept, the appearance, the good or evil, or the length of life. The only criterion is the ability to practice."

Tong Yan shook his head and said, "If you can practice, you are a practitioner, and if you cannot practice, you are a mortal. Why do you think it doesn't make any sense?"

Jing Jiu said with approval.

Such a simple truth, he was too lazy to say.

A beautiful white swan flies freely at a height of 10,000 feet. Just because she misses her mother duck and sister, she has to say that she is a duck. This may be a matter of empathy, but it is not true.

A man becomes a beetle, and of course he wants to continue to be a man. Unfortunately, no one will accept him. He can only take the twisted flower of a metal piece and sit in the garbage dump, remembering the past.

If Tong Yan is more mean, he can even ask Wang Xiaoming.

You insist that you are an ordinary person, not a practitioner, so do ordinary people in the world treat you as a similar person?

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