The Path Toward Heaven

The river divides the wilderness into two worlds. The young priest is sitting on the opposite bank, with Jingjiu and Xilai coming here.

After walking from the Nansong Pavilion to the mountain for a while, you can see a small building with the portraits of the heads of the Qingshan ancestors and some elders of special significance. Jing Jiu saw the portraits, remembering the appearance of the ancestor, and the other day he had seen each other in the game with him, and also in the modern art museum of the star Antarctica. Compared with General Li in military uniform, this young priest in a robe was more similar to the patriarch in his memory, so it also made him feel weirder.

He didn't like the red robe worn by the other party, even if he knew that it should be mapped to the red coat, which had nothing to do with his brother.

He also didn't like the other person's words-you shouldn't be here.

It may be because at a very young age, the real ancestor of the ancestor Dao and the real man Shen Zhou died. No one has ever controlled Jingyang, so he is very unaccustomed to the elder's attitude to speak to himself, even if the other person is his Tai Shizu.

Xilai's mood looks worse than him, and he doesn't like the sentence even more. Because this is the most secret and core place in his spiritual world. If Jing Jiu should not come, why should that young Taoist stay here?

"Although I don't believe his words, in fact, I have carefully checked my soul, and checked many times. Why haven't I found you?"

That young Taoist priest was a spirit left by General Li in the spiritual world of Xilai.

It can be understood as the main line of thought, or the gatekeeper, who has been deeply integrated into this world. Xilai himself cannot find him or expel him. So he didn't bother to ask Xilai with a chill, but just looked at Jing Jiu quietly and said again, "You shouldn't come here."

This big river running through the wilderness is very magical. The more water goes to the source, the more the river flushes the soil, and from time to time it brings stones down and makes a booming sound of water.

But could not hide the voice of the young Taoist.

Jing Jiu said, "I don't like this."

The young priest said: "Aoyama has always been like this."

This is indeed the style of the Qingshan sect-the sword prison at the bottom of Shangde Peak, the corpse dog walking in the passage, the corpse in Yinfeng, and there is a lot of evidence.

Jing Jiu said, "Don't concern me."

The young priest said, "If you don't come, this thing has nothing to do with you. In fact, I really don't want to see you here."

After saying this, he sighed, full of regret and pity. It's like Jing Jiu was an outstanding student who should get a perfect score on the test paper, but forgot to write his name. It was like going through a lengthy investigation, the object of inspection finally got higher official positions, but at the last moment overturned the leadership table.

Jing Jiu didn't like to inspect such things, and he didn't like to be commented by others. He walked to the river and looked across and said, "Go alone or should I take you for a ride?"

The young priest asked, "What on earth do you want to give him?"

Jing Jiu said, "Live."

The young priest raised a bamboo pole and pointed to the west and said, "He is not dead."

Jing Jiu said, "There is a kind who is alive and is dead."

The young priest asked, "What do you do with the lives of others?"

Jing Jiu said, "When you see someone dying, you go to help because you want someone to help you when you are in danger, even if you didn't think about it when you made a decision, and you were even educated and watching those heroes. I didn't think of it when I was here, but it is the case. "

The young priest said, "So?"

Jing Jiu went on to say: "Ethics comes from fear. All fear comes from death. I don't want to die, and I don't want others to die."

"Others mean anyone?" The young priest continued to ask.

Jing Jiu said, "Anyone who doesn't want me to die."

The young priest said, "You shouldn't care about his life."

Having said this, he inserted the fishing rod into the slightly damp soil, reached out and grabbed the soil and sprinkled it across the shore.

The dirt separated in the air, then suddenly became large, turned into countless peaks, and fell suddenly.

The turbid river also jumped off the ground and turned into countless water swords, piercing the gate of Jingjiu.

Everything in the heavens and the earth can be a sword. This is a sword of all things. The young Taoist priest is a ray of realism in pure Yang. There is no difference in his avatar in a pure spiritual world. The shot is the ultimate of Qingshan Kendo.

Jing Jiu took another step towards the shore, stepping on a weed.

The black hair moved without the wind, and naturally bound.

White fluttering, as if sword fairy.

The sand beneath the weeds flew up, like the gravel in a porcelain plate, transformed into a mountain river retrogradely, and easily blocked the peaks and water swords.

Xilai also moved.

This heaven and earth is his spiritual world. Every movement of his mind is the great movement of heaven and earth.

All I could hear was the thunder. Twelve high-rise buildings emerged from the ground, forming a large array that separated the two sides and surrounded three people.

This is the appearance of the Twelve-Floor Sword in the spiritual world.

The sword came out, but he did not.

The young Taoist priest has merged into his soul, and sending a sword to the other side is equivalent to sending a sword to himself. He only needs to leave the other side here, and then see how Jing Jiu uses his means.

The wind screamed, the turbid waves were emptied, and the yin and wind were angry, giving rise to countless chaos in the world.

The distant river bank began to collapse, making a louder sound, and approached quickly towards this side.

Jing Jiu stared at the young Taoist quietly, without any intention of leaving.

The most important thing is location.

Whether relative or absolute.

The river bank continued to collapse, and soon came to the feet of the two.

The young Taoist fell into the river with the falling rock and looked a little embarrassed, but his eyes remained so calm that he did not leave Jing Jiu's body.

Jing Jiu also fell, just as he was about to fall into the river, a hand stretched out.

That hand is very stable and slender, it is very suitable for holding a sword, and it still has temperature without mechanical modification.

When you see someone else dying, you will help out. This is to give a helping hand.

Jing Jiu held that hand.

suddenly.

A sword rang through the world, instantly suppressing the surging water.

The twelve tall buildings in the wilderness suddenly collapsed.

The Twelve-Floor Sword appeared on that hand.

Jian Feng pierced Jing Jiu's body.

Jing Jiu looked at the west and did not speak.

Said West: "Sorry, humans need to live."

...

...

The river did not know which way to go.

The mist formed by the turbid waves obscures the sky. I don't know if there is a sun here.

The sound of wind and water seemed to disappear at this moment.

That weed went with the waves.

Just when the story seemed to end, Jing Jiu's voice sounded again.

"Why is the trajectory of things always the same as my calculations? Nothing new."

His voice was a bit tired, not because of injury, or because of betrayal, but just because he was bored.

The young priest picked up a bamboo pole from the river and came to him, saying, "At the river, you say that morality comes from the fear of death, so you don't want others to die, then you want to give the West the freedom because you want Freedom. But human beings need to be free from death and have the right to be free from fear, so sorry, this freedom cannot be given to you. "

Jing Jiu has some conjectures about the truth of this matter, but he needs to be confirmed before he can enter the western spiritual world.

At this time he confirmed the true intention of the other party and did not intend to stop any more, although the sword of the 12th floor was still in his body.

"I said you shouldn't come, but since you are here, don't leave."

The bamboo pole in the hands of the young priest turned into a dusting brush, and the sky was suddenly clear, and a red and round sun illuminated the wilderness.

"It's all fake." Jing Jiu said, "How can I trap me?"

Some say the meaning of the law, some feel the feeling of moving the world.

The sun descended at a very fast speed, turned into a setting sun, and soon sank below the horizon.

The realm of the Galaxy Alliance is divided into a layer above Cheng Ye, which is probably the case.

It's dark when you close your eyes.

It's time to close your eyes.

...

...

The battleship Leiyang was quietly suspended in the universe.

A clear light lit up in the room.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up in the real world.

Xilai still closed her eyes.

Huaxi was holding the doll in the corner.

All this is just an instantaneous event, not real, but it can affect the real.

There is a very stable connection between the spirit of Jing Jiu and the spirit of Xilai, which may be the cause of the Twelve-Floor Sword, or another reason.

This meant that it was difficult for him to leave, and even if he thought of a way to leave, he would be easy to find.

Then he noticed one thing.

Xilai's body was glowing.

There is a signal source very deep in his body ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, which is continuously broadcasting coordinate information to all parts of the universe.

Jing Jiu looked to the universe outside the window and felt the danger was coming. He waved his left sleeve lightly and spread a sword array to protect Huaxi in the corner.

Between the flashes of the sword light, there was a hint of frost, which was frozen for thousands of miles.

At this moment, Xilai opened her eyes.

It took 0.22 seconds from when he entered the spiritual world from the west to when he opened his eyes to wake up.

It took 0.011 seconds for him to open his eyes to complete this series of actions.

A light blue beam came from the dark universe.

That beam hit the forefront of the battleship Sun of the Sun exactly.

quietly.

shocking.

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