The Path Toward Heaven

In autumn, Zhuo Rusui felt strange when he began to practice with his eyes closed.

The heaven and earth aura was like the real wind, coming from all directions. Although most of them entered Jing Jiu's body, the concentration of Reiki between the cliffs did not know how many times it had increased, and it was like water.

Even the Zhongzhou sect and the Qingshan sect, the two sects with the best spiritual veins, could not find such aura.

In such an environment, how many years does one year equal to normal? How long has it elapsed from autumn to the present, he has felt the obvious growth of Daoshu, the number of Jian Yuan has increased greatly, and even ... so he was silent for so long, and then asked that problem.

Gu Qing was silent for a while and said, "It used to be like this, but it wasn't like that."

Yes, the entire God Peak knows that when Jingjiu meditates, the heaven and earth aura will move closer to his body. So whether it's Ada or her, they like to practice not far from him. The problem is that those auras of heaven and earth were only slightly stronger before. Where, like this time, really came from all directions like the wind.

Zhao Layue looked towards Jing Jiu, thinking, is it because of your higher level now?

If that's the case, how much aura will you need to practice when you get to Heaven?

When so many auras enter a person's body in a short period of time, heaven and earth will inevitably give birth to induction, and may even ... cause a disaster!

After Jing Jiu read the sword book, he waved and threw it under the cliff, and before it drifted away, the sword book broke into green smoke.

Immediately afterwards, the snow and snow on the cliff were chaotic, with a slight buzz, he had disappeared from the place.

The three of Zhao Layue looked towards the sky subconsciously, but where could he be seen.

After a few breaths, Jing Jiu broke into the wind and entered the virtual world.

There is no air in the virtual world, there is no wind, no sound, and it is quiet like a grave.

He felt thousands of miles away from the southwest, and someone was watching him—from late autumn to winter, he attracted a lot of heaven and earth aura, but it was nothing at all to the greatest heaven and earth, but he was shocked. Some powerful people in the office.

Ada also didn't like virtual reality, didn't want to stay here too long, squinted and looked southwest.

The breath in the southwest direction soon disappeared.

Jing Jiu continued upwards and soon reached the upper level of the virtual world.

In the higher sky, those colorful thunderstorm swirls looked like horrible big eyes, staring at him relentlessly.

Ada's pupils shrank into beans, meowing and screaming, but forgot that there was no sound in the virtual world, so she stretched out her right paw and scratched it on Jingjiu's face.

A bright spark sputtered in the sky, then fell, and soon disappeared.

Jing Jiu shook his head and put it down.

Ada floated in the virtual world, and the white long hair became extremely fluffy, looking like a weak, poor and helpless dandelion.

After a few dozen breaths, Jing Jiu reached the top of the virtual realm, took off his white clothes and closed it.

Then it took him only a short time to break the seemingly indestructible barrier and enter the minefield.

Ada looked at the scene, her pupils shrank into rice grains, full of panic and anxiety.

There is still no sound in the virtual world.

The horrible eyes in Thunderfield were still so wide, as if no dust had fallen in.

I don't know how long after that, a tiny spark suddenly appeared in a thunderstorm vortex.

It wasn't a spark, it was a silhouette falling quickly, and his body was surrounded by high-temperature thunder.

The figure fell at an unimaginable speed, broke the indestructible barrier, returned to the virtual world, and the flame on his body instantly extinguished.

Ah Da floated over, looking at Jing Jiu who was still smoking, and asked uneasily in the sense of God: "What do you feel?"

Jing Jiu smiled and said, "Very good."

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When holding Ada back to the cliff, Jing Jiu was already dressed in white, clean and normal, and nothing seemed to happen.

But whether it was Zhuo Rusui or Gu Qing felt, his breath had some obvious changes.

Zhao Layue knew the reason, reached out and touched his forehead, and found that it was a hot piece ... No, it should be said to be as hot as a soldering iron!

Zhuo Rusui looked at her movements, and felt that she was baffling. I wonder if the head teacher would have a fever?

Zhao Layue then noticed that Jing Jiu's defected earlobe was a little burnt, so he reached out and rubbed it, asking, "Does it hurt?"

A big meow said that the metamorphosis was not only painful, but also very cool.

"Go." Jing Jiu said.

Three flying swords flew in turn.

Furth Sword is even more red.

The swallowing sword is abnormal.

The cosmic front is still that wide.

Zhuoru stepped on the sword, facing the wind, and was very upset, saying, "I'm going to break the ground!"

Zhao Layue said: "Me too."

These two natural ancestors of the Qingshan Sect are arguably the strongest among the younger generations in the practice world.

In recent years, they have been smashing into the wildness of Yuye. They thought it would be at least ten years. Who would have thought that they had already reached the threshold.

Suddenly, Zhuo Rusui thought of a very important thing and turned to Gu Qing and said, "I will sit next to my uncle when I practice."

His brain turned extremely fast, knowing that Zhao Layue could not compete, and it was impossible to squat on the top of Jing Jiu's head like Master Bai Gui, so he could only compete with Gu Qing.

Then he thought that Gu Qing was an uncle's disciple after all. He was just a nephew and had a poor relationship. He quickly added: "I am a brother."

Gu Qing naturally won't argue with him, saying, "Yes, I'm used to standing behind Master."

Seeing that Gu Qing promised to be so simple, Zhuo Ru was a bit embarrassed, and said to Jing Jiu, "Uncle, can you always sit by the cliff in the future? In that case, you can still sit in front of two people."

This counts Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia.

Gu Qing smiled, thinking that you could count it clearly.

Jing Jiu said, "How many times have you simmered at the end of Shenfeng's rice, and now you have to spit even the heaven and earth aura?"

Zhuo Rusui naturally heard that he was not angry. On the contrary, his willingness to say such playful words showed that his mood was so good that he couldn't add any more, and quickly followed up.

"Now you are also the owner of Tianguang Peak.

Several sword lights cut through the sky, leaving clear cloud marks.

Somewhere in the south of the falling snow, from Xuantianzong to ordinary disciples, everyone was kneeling on the ground, saluting the swords in the sky.

Zhou Yunmu slowly got up, stood on the blue stone, looked at the sky for a moment, and said, "From now on, I will begin to retreat."

Xuantian Sovereign Lord Lu Jin took a moment to understand what was going on, and Daxi said, "Congratulations, Master!"

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"Congratulations, Master."

A small Sha Mi went into the Zen room and said respectfully to an old monk sitting in front of the Buddha statue.

This temple is named Pinggu Temple, and there are three temples in the front and back. It houses more than ten monks and is the home temple of the famous rich merchant Jia Sheng in Yizhou City.

The old monk was a visiting monk. He came from a foreign state in the fall of last year. The abbot of Pinggu Temple talked with him for a moment. Then he found that the old monk had deep Buddhist knowledge and profound knowledge. Regard it.

At the end of winter, the abbot of Pinggu Temple became infected with the wind and cold, so he died, and begged the old monk to help take care of Pinggu Temple before he died.

The old monk was unwilling, but watching the abbot was so sad, he had to reluctantly respond, and said that he would leave after three years.

The wealthy businessman Jia Sheng had known the extraordinary monk through his abbot and thought that a genuine virtue could be ushered in the temple, so he naturally had no objection.

In this way, the old monk became abbot of Pinggu Temple.

The congratulations that Xiao Shami said had nothing to do with this, but Izhou Zhizhou heard that the new abbot of Pinggu Temple was a Zen virtue and decided to bring family members to burn incense.

Although Pinggu Temple is the Jia's home temple, it is naturally necessary to give this convenience to adults in Zhizhou.

After this incident, Pinggu Temple is bound to become a very famous Zen temple in Yizhou City. It may not be possible to break away from the Jia family and become a real famous temple.

With such beautiful things, it's no wonder that Xiao Shami was so happy.

The old monk said to the statue: "I will be gone in three years. If you really leave Jia's house, what are you going to do?"

Xiao Shami didn't answer his words, he answered him with a calm voice.

"You will leave today."

The silence in this voice has reached a certain extreme.

It was a state far beyond the cold and closer to silence.

It seems, let alone say that this Pinggu Temple, even if the entire world is destroyed, that person will not feel anything.

The old monk turned around.

Xiao Shami had fallen to the ground, and did not know how to live or die.

Jing Jiu stood at the door.

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This old monk is Master Huiyuan.

Under the cliff last fall, it was he who killed the Kunlun faction Chen Wen.

Who would have thought that this important figure of Lao Lin was actually hidden in a home temple in Yizhou City.

Master Huiyuan looked at the beautiful face, guessed the identity of the other party, and said, "I didn't expect you to find me. What's more, I didn't realize that you were coming."

Jing Jiu said, "Speaking of Taiping's whereabouts, you can't die."

"I didn't expect that the real person in charge would kill me in person, it was a great honor, but do you really think you can kill me?"

Master Huiyuan looked at him with a smile and said, "He is in charge of Qingshan, and the world is invincible, but that is the real person from Liu Ci, not you."

Jing Jiu is the youngest and the weakest head of Qingshan.

Master Huiyuan's realm is unfathomable. Even if it was a sneak attack at the time, he could kill Kunlun Elder Chen Wen in one shot, and he can also judge his level.

Even the Elder Qingshanzong's sea-crossing realm is not necessarily his opponent.

Jiafuli, not far away, is very lively. It seems to be setting up a banquet, and the farther city of Yizhou is even more lively.

Only Pinggu Temple is very quiet ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Master Huiyuan did not feel the arrival of Jingjiu, but it is certain that there is no other Qingshan strongman in Pinggu Temple at this time.

The oil lamp reflected his figure on the ground, and he sat quietly on the futon as if fused with the Buddha statue behind him.

Jing Jiu said nothing, raised his right hand and aimed at the old monk.

Looking at the scene, Master Hui Yuan's neck suddenly stood up.

This is called furry.

This is the physiological response that mortals have only when they are in great panic.

However, he is a well-developed Zen Dharma, why does he have such a reaction?

Because that hand gave him great fear.

That is the thunder that will start.

It is coming death.