The Path Toward Heaven

(This is also the name of the chapter where Chen Xu met. To be honest, the content of these chapters is out of the outline, I am presumptuous. I have been feeling bad recently, so I want to let this pair of brothers meet, everyone is Dying, why can't you meet? I'm too pretentious now, let me write with my temper when I write a book.)

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In the northernmost part of the ice storm sea, howling winds whizzed through, bringing in countless thunderous thunderous sounds, the virtual realm was compressed to a thin layer, and those horror swirls in the thunder field became huge color blocks. Instead it was no longer that scary.

Even the strongest in the sea, it is difficult to stay in such a ghost place for too long.

And here is only seven thousand miles away from the isolated Bingfeng in Xueguo, no human race practitioners dare to come here easily.

The sea water here has long been frozen, and the ice layer is unknown to any depth, which is no different from the land.

In the howling cold wind, a treasure ship appeared looming.

Rather than towing the treasure ship on ice, it is better towed on the ice by the powerful power of the crystal furnace.

Xuanyin's ancestor stood at the bow of the ship, covering his head with his hands, blocking the howling wind like a knife, and his eyes fell on the slightly swollen snowfield on the right side, silent.

It has been seven days and he has not said a word.

The treasure ship walked too slowly. These days, it has only gone hundreds of miles north. From the perspective of a strong man like him, it seems that he has not moved much.

Even if the real person needs the crystal furnace in the treasure ship, it can be dismantled and taken away, and then fly away together, why should he be trapped in this ship?

And the lotus of Yi Mao Zhai has been picked, the scales of Huo carp have been taken, and everything is ready. Why hasn't it started yet?

What are real people waiting for?

This conjecture disturbed him a little.

"What are you afraid of?"

Yin Feng stood on top of the highest mast and looked down at him, full of contempt and pride.

Xuanyin's ancestor looked at the direction of the snowfield and sighed, "Here is too close to the snow country, who is not frightened?"

Yin Feng proudly said, "What is there to be afraid of? The Snow Queen is the highest level of life. If she is doomed to die, death in her hands is the best ending."

Xuanyin's ancestor squinted and smiled, and said, "But what if those people from the Qingshan Sect catch up?"

Yin Feng turned her head, looking towards the dark front of Feng Xue, her eyes became dark.

Xuanyin's ancestor covered his head and walked under the deck, listening to the clearer friction between the belly and the ice, couldn't help frowning, pushed the door open and said to the young man inside, "I don't feel well. "

Yin San was wiping his face with a wet towel. Listening to him, he put down the towel and asked, "Why not?"

His eyebrows are still beautiful, but there are a lot of dark gray patches on his skin, especially the body covered by his clothes. He can see bulges everywhere, just like the wood about to give birth to branches.

Regardless of the number of shots, Chunlai is a very fresh and moving picture, but if it is placed on a human body, it is an ugly and scary picture.

Now he is no longer a young man full of vitality, enthusiasm and kindness, but just a poor patient.

He has the most terrible disease in the world, and that disease is called time.

Time can destroy everything, and his body is slowly decaying with the passage of time. "On the line" is the best description of his current situation.

It's a miracle that he can survive till now.

Of course, he was the miracle itself.

"I always feel that Aoyama will suddenly appear. I know they can't find us, but ... it just feels bad."

Xuanyin's ancestor rubbed his red nose. I don't know if the distiller's nose is still good, but he has been blown by the wind for a long time.

"Jing Jiu came up holding Ada at most and wanted to kill me, he had to be ready to die."

Yin San used a wet towel to press a bone under his ear that was about to pierce the skin and said with a smile.

Xuanyin's ancestor frowned slightly and asked, "Where's Yuan Riding Whale?"

"The things in Xihai made him a little tired, and he would not tell the young people in the mountain about this."

I do n’t know if I thought of the tall figure standing in front of me that day, Yin San was silent for a while, walked to the rootless lotus, and said calmly: "And this is between our teachers and brothers. thing."

Xuanyin's ancestor squinted and said, "Don't you say he's not Jingyang?"

Yin San smiled and said, "Of course he is not Jingyang, but he thinks he is. Who can do anything?"

Xuanyin ancestor said: "If he really thinks he is Jingyang, how can he come alone?"

Jingyang real people are lazy, Jingyang real people are afraid of death, Jing Jiu should be the same.

"He will come because he has a question that he can't find the answer to."

Yin San reached out and touched the lotus, and said calmly, "I can't be feathered, and I will die. If he doesn't come here before, he can never ask me again."

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I don't know how long it took to fly north, the surface of the cosmic front was covered with a layer of shallow frost, and the same was true of Jing Jiu's body.

The flying sword suddenly stopped, the frost grains turned into thousands of snow spots, and left his shirt.

It is extremely cold here, the heat scars left by the crystal furnace have disappeared, the wind and snow are long, and the ice sea and the land are indistinguishable. If there is not a nick on the ice surface, it is impossible to imagine a treasure ship ahead.

The snow country is on the right-hand land, under the extremely high and distant sky, and a faint line can be seen, which should be the transparent ice peak.

Ada leaned his head out of his arms, shook his head, shook the frost grains, and heaved a little puzzledly, how did he stop?

Jing Jiu suddenly said: "The Huiyuan monk killed Chen Wen, even if it was not Lao Lin's plot, it was too shallow, not like his handwriting."

A Daxin thought so?

Jing Jiu looked at the ice sea in front of him and said, "He knows that I can find these clues and knows that I will go to him. He has been waiting for me."

Ah was shocked. I thought I would disagree with you about this. The problem is that you don't listen!

That's all right, if the real people had already prepared, I'm afraid we are all dead ends!

Jing Jiu said: "No one has done Yuhua, and he has no vermillion bird. Success may not exist, so you don't need to worry."

A Daxin wants to follow your calculations. If Taiping real people take risks and become feathers, their chances of survival are basically equal to zero. Why do you take such a big risk to hunt him down?

Jing Jiu said: "I have a question to ask him, if he fails to emerge, who will I ask?"

A Daxin thought, did you want to ask him why he hurt you in the first place? This is a plot completely out of the novel.

Jing Jiu finally said, "He knows my thoughts, so he won't start feathering until I show up."

Why are you two brothers here?

Ah Da sighed, thinking that you were not the kind of person who was obsessed with the answer before.

"Yes, I wasn't such a person before."

Jing Jiu looked to the ice sea ahead, to the snowfield on his side, and to the sky above. Those thunderstorm vortices that were squashed into color blocks were silent for a long time.

Suddenly the wind whizzed the snow particles and hit the cosmic front, crackling like a piece of music.

He closed his eyes and began to think about the purest things he had seen in his life.

Lunar snow.

Spring field in small mountain village.

Asked Xixixi.

Girl in the snow field.

Three thousand miles of girl.

The little girl in the blue sky.

Then there was a tune in his ears.

The sound of the piano sounds like spring water, the song name is good, but the tone is not lively and festive, just clean.

It may be that Li Gongzi of Ohara City was frozen too much in the snow.

As the spring was washed, Dao Xin was more peaceful, and he saw a shadow hidden in the deepest part of his thoughtlessness.

Many years ago, he and Tian Jinren fought against God in the old Meiyuan Temple of Chaoge City, defeating each other.

Unexpectedly, Tianjinren left behind a very pale shadow. As time passed, his realm increased, and this shadow gradually became substantive.

The sword heart is clear, and the nature is clear. This shadow will not hurt him at all, but it will slightly change his temperament.

Because the shadow was not harmful, he would not notice the other party on weekdays. Now that he has discovered it, he can erase it with a little thought, don't worry.

It's just ... how did that person know?

"Congratulations to a real worry."

Ada said sincerely: "Let's go back now?"

Jing Jiu said, "Why? I haven't asked him, I haven't killed him."

The cosmic front broke the snow and continued to move forward.

Ada was so angry that he buried him in his arms and kept biting his shirt.

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The crystal furnace was still running, and the crystal had half a cabin left, like a frozen fish, shining, but the treasure ship stopped on the ice.

Yin San was helped down by Xuanyin's ancestor to the ship, Yin Feng flew from the top of the mast, and hung his proud head to show respect.

"If I die, Yin Feng will tell you how to get rid of Qingshan Sword Formation."

Yin San loosened Xuanyin's ancestor's hand, slowly moved to the side of the boat, looked at the far south, and gently smoothed the wrinkles on the new clothes he just changed.

"Thank you very much," Xuanyin ancestor rubbed his nose and said, "but I won't want you to die for this."

Yin San was a bit surprised, and asked with a smile, "Why?"

"No one wants to be an old dog. I have thought of many ways to betray you. I have also thought about how to humiliate you and torture you once you succeed. Of course, the previous attempts have failed, but I always think that there may be success in the future."

Xuanyin's sparse hair fluttered in the wind, looking very happy, "but now I think it's interesting to be with you and see you do these things."

"Really? I also find it interesting to live like this." Yin San smiled.

His face was a bit deformed and his smile was awful, but his eyes were still so clear and his smile was still like a spring breeze.

"He took your life card at that time. He must have some ideas. Don't move today and take a good rest."

He went on to Yin Feng: "If something happens to me, you go back to Qingshan, and they won't do anything to you."

Yin Feng looked slightly cold and said, "You are not in Qingshan, what am I going to do?"

At this time, the snow and snow suddenly stopped, the clouds in the sky disappeared, and the color blocks formed by the thunderstorm vortex were gone, leaving only a piece of blue.

This piece of blue is so pure, it makes people a little scary and looks extremely strange.

Hundreds of miles south, a small black spot appeared.

"Already so strong?"

Xuanyin's ancestor touched the thinning hair, squinted and looked at it, and the intention of killing was getting stronger.

Yin San took out the bone flute, wiped it with his sleeve, and prepared to play a song.

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The wind and snow suddenly disappeared, and the cosmic front reflected the sky in the blue sky, like a thicker blue.

Ah Da floated up and looked at the treasure ship far away with vigilance. There was no fear in his eyes, only war.

Counseling is just a nature. Without a retreat, Qingshan's strong rationality tells it that only by fighting hard can it survive.

Jing Jiu was also watching the treasure ship.

Yin San quietly looked at the black spots in the sky.

The two's eyes were aligned.

Just like many many years ago.

The sea of ​​ice suddenly shook, creating numerous cracks.

The snow is rippling from the ground, just like thousands of horses rushing towards the shoreline.

"It's worth living."

Yin Feng looked at Yin San, and her eyes were full of admiration.

Then he looked at the little black spot in the sky, his eyes full of awe, and said, "Jingyang is really amazing."

"Great shit!"

Xuanyin's ancestor looked at the direction of the snowfield, his face was extremely ugly, just like the ancestor who had just died.

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In the sky for hundreds of miles, Ada looked at the direction of the snowfield ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and his face was hard to see.

A consciousness came from a distant snow country.

The fissures on the ice sea, the snow-dust like running horses, are the coercion that comes with God's knowledge.

Thousands of miles away, only one can make such a big movement with the knowledge of God.

The two sides were too far apart, and the consciousness was not lethal, but ... she was here.

In other words, she looked at it thousands of miles away.

Snow and dust rushed across the shoreline and came to the ice sea, turning into light snow.

That consciousness is in those snowflakes.

Everyone felt a sense of curiosity.

"It seems you can't make it."

Ada looked at Jing Jiu, her eyes were extremely complicated: "Would your teachers and brothers join hands to fight her?"