The Path Toward Heaven

The consciousness of the Snow Queen followed the snow in the sky, without revealing any will, but with a clear meaning.

That's curiosity.

The life on the highest level of the heavenly continent would also be curious, what is it?

Is it because there has been a human practitioner in the northern part of the ice storm that has never been set foot?

Is it because of the white cat flying in the snow like a kite?

Was it because the tail feather was broken and looked at some poor golden pheasant?

Is it because of the bad old man without a few hairs, or the pair of brothers?

It should be the latter.

Even the Snow Queen has never seen anyone like Jing Jiu and Yin San.

They are all inhuman.

What's more, Yin San is also preparing to become a feather, which is a legend or even a myth of the Chaotian continent, which has never appeared and she has never seen it.

The faint but powerful goddess from the distant ice peak fell on the treasure ship, looked at the lotus, dragon marrow, whale bone, carp scales in that room, then flew in the wind and came to hundreds of miles. In the sky outside.

Jing Jiuben wanted to turn around and walk away, and he was afraid to startle this consciousness, and stayed in place and afraid of what the other party saw.

He couldn't even hesitate, just thinking about it, the consciousness of the Snow Queen fell on him, and then ... never left again.

The consciousness remained curious about him, and at the same time caused some doubt. Why did this inhuman seem to have seen it?

"Let's go," Jing Jiu said blankly, his lips didn't move a bit, it seemed to be abdominal language.

He didn't dare to speak to Ada with his sense of God, because he was afraid of being heard by the Snow Country Girl.

A big meowed nervously, thinking what happened? Why do you want to leave suddenly?

——The Snow Queen did not recognize her consciousness, but she must have smelled Xue Ji.

Jing Jiu confirmed this fact. Where could he still explain it to Ada, he turned and turned into a sword.

The speed of the cosmic front is not as fast as his own sword, so he is not walking with the sword, but holding the sword and using the ghost sword.

From the time he created the Nether Fairy Sword with the Pluto in the town's magic prison, today is the best time he has used this sword technique.

It wasn't until he became a dark shadow on the horizon that Ada reacted and issued an angry and aggrieved meow, and quickly chased the past as quickly as possible.

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"Alive is a dress-up and house drink, with the same role played too much, sometimes it is really difficult to separate each other."

Yin San stood by the side of the ship and looked at Jing Jiu, who was about to disappear into the sky, and said with emotion: "The reaction is almost fast, and I am almost afraid of death."

He didn't know about Xue Ji, so he didn't understand why Jing Jiu escaped so fast.

The Snow Queen is still in the Bingfeng, thousands of miles away, but she came here with consciousness. According to the level of consciousness between him and Jing Jiu, there is no need to worry too much.

The ancestor was very nervous. In such a cold environment, a few drops of sweat appeared on his head.

Yin Feng is the same. Although it once said to his ancestors that it would be better to die under the Snow Queen if he was going to die, but who wants to die?

They are all big things that pass through the heavens, but they are not as good as Jing Jiu and Yin San on the level of consciousness, but they are easily injured in the consciousness attack of the Snow Queen.

"Live, what next?"

Xuanyin's ancestor felt the godly sense of real eyes, his mouth felt a little dry, and his voice was a little astringent.

The queen of the Snow Country returned to the treasure ship, and did not launch an attack, still expressing curiosity.

"She wants to see Yuhua, then I let her look good." Yin Sanwang said to the ice peak deep in the snow field.

Yin Feng was very dissatisfied. Looking at the ice peak, she said in a low voice, "We are not the monkeys at Shiyue Peak. How can a real person be humiliated by this!"

"If you look at it, you won't lose a few or two pieces of meat, let alone this one."

Yin San quietly looked over there and said, "Maybe Her Majesty's curiosity will help Yuhua."

The two returned to the room at the bottom of the ship, and the consciousness of the Snow Queen followed, and the layered array method arranged in the treasure ship did not provide any isolation.

On the floor of the room, an invisible formation is painted with the spiritual fluid of the underworld.

Xuanyin's ancestor silently reached into the incense burner and ignited the fire into a smashed top-quality crystal with a magic fire.

Hidden under the floor are eleven pure high-end magic weapons, which are "bricks and stones" used to carry the emptiness.

The so-called tripod of the void is the projection of the treasure ship crystal furnace in this room.

The porcelain cup was lifted, and the gray-white Canglong bone marrow fell into the tripod.

The wooden lacquer round box opened, and the scales of the fire carp flew into the tripod.

The armor box was broken, and a large section of cartilage of the flying whale fell into the tripod, making the best fuel.

Finally, the Nanzhu was cracked from it, and the phoenix feather moved lightly in the wind, and the tripod fire suddenly became extremely deep, with a strange blue color.

Somehow, Yin Feng's eyes showed a painful look.

Yin San took the bone flute across the lips and started playing the music.

It is not a Lullaby of the Styx, not a Huangmei tune, or any famous song in the world, but it is simply narrated in a flat and natural way.

As the melody rose, the fire in Dingli became more vigorous, and the shards of the fiery sun inside it turned to ashes at an extremely slow speed.

Yin San Heng Di entered the array, came to the lotus, and continued to play the tune.

The lotus is not in the pot or in the water, but was born in the air, and trembles gently with the sound of the flute.

This is not dance, but lightly disturbed by rain.

There are several crystal clear dew drops on the surface of the lotus leaf, which gently roll along with the leaf's trembling. It seems that it may fall at any time, but will always return to the middle of the leaf.

As the dew rolls, a very fresh breath is born and falls on Yin San's body, gradually washing away those decaying and stale flavors.

It sounds wonderful, but it is actually an extremely painful process.

Because with the rottenness was washed away, as well as his flesh.

The branches that protrude from the surface of the body, the bleak flesh, are constantly separated from his body, and then fall down, becoming a puddle of mud under his feet.

It didn't take long for his body to be full of scars, like a criminal who had been punished by Ling Chi. Several horrible hollows appeared on his face, white teeth were exposed, and he looked extremely terrified.

After a while, even those teeth started to peel off, and my lips pulled back, but I don't know why the flute sounds so melodious.

Suffering from the world's most extreme pain, even if he is Yin San, his eyes gradually became painful.

The flesh and rotten bones kept falling, and then his feet began to rot, revealing the bones.

Yin Feng couldn't take it anymore and said, "Live, use a drop of real dew!"

The sound of the flute cannot be cut off, and Yin San cannot speak.

He smiled to indicate that it was not time yet.

The fresh and amiable smile usually looked so miserable on the rotten face.

Yin Feng was extremely sad, and trembled, "Would you like to sleep with your eyes closed?"

The flute sounded slightly in agreement.

"You said Jing Jiu was willing to take the risk alone because the things in Xihai made him a little tired. What about you?"

Xuanyin's ancestor suddenly said: "You left those clues to let him come over, are you a little tired? So you want to die?"

The flute suddenly became more calm, or indifferent, like the clear water carried by lotus leaves.

Shoufeng.

Into the underworld.

Blood washed green hills.

May.

The world is in chaos.

Sword prison for three hundred years.

Suffering from split body.

Who will get bored, right?

Does anyone feel hard?

Yin San closed his eyes.

Xuanyin's ancestor bowed his salute and said, "May the real people get rid of all their sufferings."

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The ice storm at night in the south of the sea, a piece of floating ice slowly undulating on the black and silver sea.

Zhao Layue sat on the ice, her eyes closed, and two shallow frosts on her eyelashes.

That night she drove Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing away, but she stayed.

This place is extremely cold and biting by the wind, even if she has entered the wild land of the wild, it is very hard to support.

The stars in the night sky were very bright, but suddenly all the luster was taken away by a shooting star.

She opened her eyes, looked into the night sky, finally relaxed, and spit out a little heat, and the mist gradually covered the black and white eyes.

When you make a wish when you see a shooting star, everything in your heart can come true.

Not to mention that the shooting star was originally her wish.

The ice drifted slightly.

Jing Jiu fell on the ice, walked to her side and lay down, stretched her hands behind her head and lay down, looking at the stars and wanted to be quiet.

Zhao Layue knew what must have happened, but didn't ask.

"I wasn't able to kill him, I just glanced far away and came back."

Jing Jiu said, "Some shame."

"Remember the Four Sea Banquet of that year?" Zhao Layue said suddenly.

Jingjiu glanced at her, wondering why she mentioned this?

Thirty years ago, he took Zhao Layue away from Qingshan, traveled to death, killed some wicked and monsters, killed one person at the Four Sea Banquet, and then went away by sword. The red line left by Frost Sword outside the Yuntai was an unforgettable picture for many practitioners at that time.

"It is said that after we left, the little monk in the famous Guocheng Temple said aloud.

Zhao Layue looked at him with a smile and said, "That sentence is ... come in with joy, and return with joy, and it really looks like a fairy house."

She mentioned the past at this time, just to tell him, if you want to kill the real person of Taiping, then go, watch him but do not want to kill, then come back.

No matter what you do, it makes sense, as long as you are happy.

This was the first time that Jiu Jiu heard about it. I thought that the young monk was so funny, but he didn't relax.

This time, what he wants to do has not been completed, how to talk about it?

He didn't kill his brother and couldn't find the answer to that question.

This was the first time in many years that he had seen a brother.

In Guocheng Temple, they were very close, but they didn't really face each other.

Thinking of the dimly visible figure on the treasure ship, Jing Jiu suddenly felt a little tired ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I don't know if I feel sad because of some tiredness, or if I feel tired because of sadness, but I am sad at this time. "

When he said this, his expression was still so calm, looking at it as indifferent as all practitioners in the world, including the disciples of Qingshan thought.

But he was saying ... he was sad.

Zhao Layue gently touched his face and said, "Don't be sad."

She was taught by him, and she didn't know how to express her mood, nor how to comfort people.

He and she can only express their wishes directly or do things directly.

With a sound, Ada fell into the sea outside the ice. It crawled tiredly to the ice and was soaked, a pile of white long hair looked like pulled cheese, and was about to lose his temper to Jing Jiu. Suddenly he found that the picture and atmosphere were a little low. Understand why.

He sighed and walked to Jingjiu's arms and fell down.