The Path Toward Heaven

— This is just the beginning.

With such a resounding sentence, it is logical that the next step is to turn around and fight until the final victory or even life and death.

After Jing Jiu uttered these words, he fled into the night, and soon disappeared without a trace, like a ghost.

The old man let go of his hand covering his mouth, and the blood dripped to the ground, turning into green smoke and disappearing.

In his palm, there is a small piece of jade-white thing, which should be a fragment of dragon tooth.

Jing Jiu was really too hard, even the dragon teeth couldn't penetrate it, instead it collapsed.

The old man looked up at the night, his eyes were venomous, but there was no anxious expression on his face.

He doesn't know what happened at the bottom of Devil Town Prison, but no one here can avoid his perception.

He knew where Jing Jiu had been at this time, the resentment in his eyes turned into a murderous intent, his sleeves flew up, and the night began to spin.

Like a light smoke, Jing Jiu came to that cliff in only a few breaths of time. As long as he swipe up, he will be able to return to the first floor of the Demon-Suppressing Prison.

His figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already reached the middle of the cliff, and the next moment, he was on the cliff.

The wind here is still so hot, dry without any moisture, Jing Jiu looked at the slightly red gravel under his feet, and found that he was still on the second floor.

He ignored the gaze cast from those cells in the distance, and after a little thought, he understood what had happened.

At the same time as he was gliding up the cliff, the old man reversed the world in the Demon Town Prison.

This world is within Canglong's thought, it is really not easy to escape.

The deep night was torn apart, and the cool wind slightly dispelled some of the scorching heat, which soon became equally hot.

The old man came out of the night.

Jing Jiu flew in another direction without hesitation, at an extremely fast speed, but before he could go too far, he was restrained by an invisible force.

At this time, he was like a moth slammed into a spider's web.

The old man appeared in front of him, stared at him expressionlessly and said, I said, you can't escape.

Jing Jiu didn't speak.

Feeling the pain in his mouth, the old man thought he had guessed what Jing Jiu was thinking, and said with a sneer, There are countless ways to kill a person.

Where the voice fell, the domineering aura tore through the night, like a strong wind, the sky slowly descended, and the ground slowly lifted.

The invisible pressure from heaven and earth came from all directions, like countless heavy iron plates, pressing down on Jing Jiu's body.

No matter how sharp and hard things are, they can only affect the tangible.

Jing Jiu's tattered white clothes were crushed into tatters and stuck to his body, his hands with his cuffs exposed were extremely pale, without a trace of blood.

The old man's eyes became colder and colder, and the pressure on the world became heavier.

Jing Jiu's face was covered by the sword, so he couldn't see his brows and eyes clearly, but he could vaguely see a pink color, which should be blood.

The old man said: It turns out that you are a person who can die.

I am a human being, so I will die naturally.

Jing Jiu looked at him and said, But I said this is just the beginning, you need more time and find more ways to kill me.

After saying this, his body trembled slightly, like an invisible flame that was swaying with the wind and might be extinguished at any time.

With a soft buzzing sound, the pressure from the sky and the earth fell to the ground, stirring up countless smoke and dust.

That group of invisible flames was extinguished, and the next moment, it was rekindled elsewhere.

Jing Jiu disappeared before the old man's eyes, and appeared several miles away.

Looking at this picture, the old man showed incredible emotions.

How can a person avoid heaven and earth when he is between heaven and earth?

What is even more shocking is that the speed of this Qingshan disciple is actually faster than Feijian, almost surpassing the concept of time. How did he do it?

Thinking about these things, the old man stepped into the night, several miles away in one step, and appeared in front of Jing Jiu.

His expression was serious for a few minutes, and he said, You are really fast, but you can't be as fast as me after all.

When it comes to body skills and speed, the Zhongzhou faction's heaven and earth escape method is undoubtedly the strongest, and the old man has cultivated the heaven and earth escape method to the extreme, even Qilin and Zhongzhou master are not as good as him. More importantly, this is the Demon Suppressing Prison. With the help of the Heaven and Earth Escape Method, the old man can appear from any place, almost ignoring time.

Jing Jiu escaped from under the dragon's teeth, and avoided the encirclement of heaven and earth this time, using the Nether Immortal Sword that he had practiced hard for three years in the lower level of the Demon Suppressing Prison.

The foundation of the Nether Immortal Sword is the Soul Fire Control, which is why it is so ethereal and difficult to trace, it is like a ghost for miles in an instant.

This is the first time that the Nether Immortal Sword has appeared in the world.

This strange sword ghost technique has shown incredible effects and potential, but it is a pity to meet the fastest Canglong in Chaotian Continent.

Jing Jiu had no regrets, let alone frustration or despair.

His eyes were calm, even expectant.

This is a rare thing.

The old man shot again.

The world is surrounded again.

Jing Jiu's body became lighter again, as if he had vanished, swaying like an invisible flame, disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already miles away.

After a while, the old man came out of the night and patted the top of his head with his palm.

Before the dome-like giant palm reached his body, Jing Jiu's clothes fluttered slightly, like a ghost, flying hundreds of feet away.

The old man had no expression on his face, and clenched his right hand tightly.

With howling winds, that giant palm crushed the space within a radius of hundreds of feet.

At the most dangerous moment, Jing Jiu flicked away, leaving only a piece of sleeve, which fell to the ground with the wind, turned into dust, mixed with sand and gravel and disappeared.

The old man chased after him.

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In the dark world, the figures of Jing Jiu and the old man kept appearing and then disappearing, carrying out the most dangerous pursuit silently.

After all, the Town Demon Prison is the old man's home field. No matter how weird and unpredictable the Nether Immortal Sword is, it can't avoid the encirclement of heaven and earth every time. Jing Jiu was hit several times and suffered serious injuries. But his speed has also become faster and faster, and he can always avoid the biggest danger with unimaginable movements, and even throw the old man farther and farther.

The old man's face was ugly.

Given his seniority and status in the cultivation world, it was extremely humiliating that he could not catch such a weak opponent after such a long time.

The power of the Nether Immortal Sword is naturally the main reason.

But it was also because the old man was unable to use truly powerful means in the Demon Suppressing Prison, which made him very aggrieved, so he became even more angry.

He even felt that if the pursuit continued like this, the young man might really escape.

The old man suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, and opened his arms, exuding an incomparably domineering aura, communicating with the world farther away.

Dozens of shadows turned back into reality, and Jing Jiu's figure reappeared in front of the cliff.

His clothes fluttered slightly, like a fairy, but also like a ghost.

Suddenly, the whole cliff collapsed, like a mountain falling face to face, directly crushing Jing Jiu under it.

There was a soft sound, like a wine bag being punctured, a round hole appeared between the rocks, and Jing Jiu flew out with stone chips.

However, a sea of ​​flames surged towards him from the sky, forcing him to fall back non-stop, and finally landed on the field.

He was covered in sand, his clothes were torn, he lowered his head and coughed twice, looking very bleak.

Who are you? the old man asked, staring at his face.

To him, Jing Jiu's strength was not worth mentioning, but his speed was unimaginably fast.

Moreover, Jing Jiu's movement method is different from any sword control technique he knows, and it is not an escape method, even he cannot see through it.

He already has the Nascent Soul realm at such a young age...you call him You Ye in your words, presumably it's either Zhao Layue or the rumored close disciple of Liu Ci.

The old man said in a cold voice: You are a man, so naturally you are Zhuo Rusui.

Jing Jiu said, Don't ask any more, because I won't admit anything.