The Path Toward Heaven

There was silence in the palace.

People looked at the strange man in Tsing Yi and were speechless in shock.

The gold offerings and the cattle offerings felt the feedback of the imperial city formation, looked at each other, and saw the fear in each other's eyes.

If this punch falls on them, even if their magic weapon is exhausted, it will inevitably be blasted into powder.

Many sectarian strong practitioners have seen Jing Jiu punching at the ceremony in Qingshan. At that time, Jing Jiu blasted the uncle Tailuo on the wheelchair with a punch of the Emperor's Seal, but it is not the same as today. What does that compare to punches?

What's more frightening for these denominations is that this man's method is obviously not the method of any one sect today, nor is it the method of any evil way.

Liu looked at the strange man in Tsing Yi when he was ten years old, and for some reason he had some familiar feelings, and his expression was slightly faint.

Bu Qiuxiao glanced at him and said nothing.

On the lotus farther away, Zenzi declared a Buddhist horn and was silent.

Some older practitioners remembered something, and a terrifying voice suddenly sounded in the sky: "Blood Demon!"

Listening to this sentence, more people remembered.

The heavenly continent thousands of years ago was full of evil ways, and the blood demonism raged on the world. It was only surrounded by Zhengzhou factions, such as the Zhongshan faction and the Aoyama sect, and then withdrew from the historical stage. He is regarded as the only distant ancestor of righteousness and spirit.

Is that Tsing Yi freak a relic of the blood cult? However, the Blood Demon Sect has long been destroyed. Even if some of the secrets of the exercises are lost, there is no way for this person to practice such an authentic and terrible method without Master's teaching of the related evil Fa Peiji! Was this man a strong man of the blood cult, and has lived till now? Isn't it more than a thousand years old? Then why did he come out from the cloud boat sent by Zhongzhou and still stood by the real person?

How terrible is the Blood Demon Doctrine thousands of years ago, and how terrible are the great powers in it?

No wonder even March is not a one-time enemy of this person.

Many people looked at Jing Jiu, but found that Jing Jiu's expression was calm, not sad, not even worried.

Kou Qingtong retracted his right fist and glanced at his eyes, full of cruelty and appreciation.

Suddenly, he noticed that many people had left their eyes.

He looked down and saw Jingu slightly surprised, and said, "Is it you who will die next? Life is beautiful, but unfortunately it does not seem to kill people."

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Yin San said that he came to see the opera in Songcheng City. In fact, some people have been watching the opera, and the position of watching the opera is much better than him.

In the side hall, Ping Yongjia watched the death of the Emperor, watched the concubine cry into a little cat, watched the new emperor ascend to the throne, watched Tiantian talk about real people, and watched Lian March out of the sedan to say he was a master. In just one day, I watched the drama of life, the drama of tragedy, the court, the drama of fairy tales, the drama of talented beauties, and some have to read the meaning of sadness and joy in the world. But the beautiful plot came to an abrupt halt with the appearance of March in a row ...

The strange man in Tsing Yi actually blasted Lian March to the ground with one punch, and his life and death are unknown. Then he also said that he would kill Master!

Ping Yongjia was both afraid and angry, but knew that the other person only needed to blow his breath and killed himself, and he couldn't do anything. At this time, he heard the exclaim in the sky and the restless officials in the hall. Discussion, the eyes turned, pushed the door of the side hall, and shouted loudly in the square.

"The Zhongzhou faction claims to be the leader of the right path, but secretly hides the blood evil demon evil, you must shame! What qualifications do you have to compete with my master!"

The slightly exaggerated voice of the young Qingshan disciples floated in the imperial city.

But neither the officials in the hall nor the practitioners in the sky ignored him, and no one followed him to launch a controversy with the Zhongzhou faction.

Ping Yongjia felt embarrassed. When he found that the strange man in Tsing Yi was looking at himself, he was very frightened. He closed the window with a pop, opened the quilt and covered his head. Then he remembered the next moment. When I was on this couch, I couldn't help being more afraid, and rubbing my hands and talking about His Majesty.

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That man was a remnant of the blood demon cult, and even a high-level demon cult of the blood demon cult a thousand years ago, but joined forces with the Zhongzhou faction. It stands to reason that this will arouse the outrage of the righteous denominations.

No sect speaks, not fearing the prestige of the Zhongzhou faction, because even the scholars of Zenzi and Yimaozhai remain silent.

the reason is simple. When they remembered who this Tsing Yi freak was, they also remembered the old past.

The Zhongzhou faction accepted the Tsing Yi freak, and it was approved by all the right sects thousands of years ago.

At that time, the blood demon cult had shown defeat under the siege of the orthodox sect, but the hundred-footed worm died but not stiffened. There are still countless strong and horrific killing forces in the blood demon cult. The orthodox sect wants to be completely eliminated. The opponent is a very difficult matter, and it must inevitably pay an extremely catastrophic price. At the most critical moment, Bai Blade delayed the ascension and personally took over the high-ranking and extremely terrifying devil in the blood demon cult. Through this devil The Orthodox sect has mastered a lot of internal information of the blood demon cult and successfully entered the blood demon cult general altar. In the final decisive battle, the devil even attacked a blood demon cult leader who had magical skills!

The Gorefiend priest was wounded by a sneak attack, and finally died under the combined attack of Baidao and Daoyuan.

The destruction of Blood Demonism is the result of more than one hundred years of upright denominations and bloodbath battles, but the devil's abandonment has undoubtedly played the most crucial role, and this devil is standing in the palace at this time. Kou Qingtong on the square.

Afterwards, according to the agreement that he and Baidian made, he has been practicing his life in Yunmengou Valley. The practice world knows this, but with the passage of time, many people have forgotten it. Until today, he appeared in front of the world, and was blown out for three months before returning to people's memory.

At that time, Kou Qingtong needed the White-Blade Fairy to take his own hands to conquer. He could even sneak attack on the leader of the Blood Demon cult without dying. I can imagine how strong his realm is. Now, more than a thousand years have passed. Some decline, but it is still certainly one of the highest peaks in the rising continent, and it should be about the same level as the old ancestor of Kirishima. Now that he has lost even three months, who can beat him in Chaotian Continent? Who else in Qingshan can beat him?

People looked towards Jing Jiu again, wondering what the Aoyama Sect would do next.

Jing Jiu looked at a bitter boat in the sky.

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Liu ten-year-old uncle looked at the strange man in Tsing Yi on the square, the familiar feeling became more and more obvious.

He has not seen Kou Qingtong, and there is no causal entanglement with the other party. This familiarity comes more from the breath and taste ...

At that time, he devoured the demon dandelion in the muddy water, and also learned the secret method of blood power passed down by the blood demon religion. That method of help helped him grow at an unimaginable speed, and brought countless hidden dangers to his body. I was forced to learn the Buddhist scriptures in the vegetable garden outside Guocheng Temple for several years, and then learned the righteous path in Yimaozhai for several years before gradually disappearing.

Looking at Kou Qingtong today, the breath of magic in the depths of the tree and the most subtle meridians suddenly became active, spreading like wildfire. His face was pale, and he covered his chest, shook it twice, and almost fell off the bitter boat.

Starting from confirming Kou Qingtong's identity, Bu Qiuxiao has been watching Liu's ten-year-old movement. At this time, he was inspired by his breath, raised his eyebrows slightly, grabbed a breeze in his right hand, and poured it into his ear.

After clearing the wind and washing his veins, Liu was ten years old and felt that the discomfort on his chest was better. He thanked the gentleman and looked at the strange man in Tsing Yi on the square, and his eyes were a little more deliberate.

Kou Qingtong also felt the magical breath of the same origin not far away, turned around and saw Liu ten years old, and said slightly: "I still have disciples in my teaching?"

Then he found that Liu was ten years old on the bitter boat of Maozhai, his eyes suddenly became cold, and he said in a dry and unpleasant voice: "I least like Yi Maozhai, a hypocritical scholar, since you have trained me Teach magic, how can you cast them! "

He was talking more and more loudly, and it was only unusual when it came to scholars of hypocrisy and hypocrisy. When it came to how they could cast them, they were already furious and extremely loud, turning into countless mines, echoing in the palace. .

With those thunders, and the endless violent and brutal blood demon religion authenticity emanating from his body, other orthodox practitioners are fortunate to say that they only need to keep their heart in mind. Liu was ten years old but It is impossible to resist the infestation of those breaths, and those breaths in the body suddenly burst out, ramming in the meridians.

A bang! He vomited several mouthfuls of black blood continuously, looking extremely miserable.

Bu Qiuxiao looked so cold that he fed him an elixir, and then asked Yun Yiyun to help him rest in his cabin.

The cabin was lined with a small array of crossing rivers, which should be able to withstand Kou Qingtong's silent and insulting infestation.

Jing Jiu retracted his eyes from the bitter boat and looked at Kou Qingtong in the distance, as if looking at a dead man.

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There was a whimper sound from the ground floor of the palace. I don't know if the wind above the river was whistling, or the evil spirits in the town's magic prison ran out, or the aftertaste of Kou Qingtong's fist.

Many people noticed that the sound came from the hole in the middle of the square.

The sound was getting sharper and sharper, and suddenly a water column burst out from the hole, rushing into the sky, and it didn't dissipate until it was dozens of feet high.

When those underground rivers gradually receded into the cave, even March came back.

Her entire dress was soaked, and her black hair was drawn to her face. The blood on her lips and the blood on her clothes were not washed by the river, and she looked a little embarrassed.

Kou Qingtong looked at her slightly differently and said, "You haven't died yet?"