The Path Toward Heaven

The Zhongzhou School and the Qingshan School have competed for the leader of the Righteous Path for many years, so they are naturally very concerned about each other's skills. The old man was very aware of the aura of Qingshan swordsmanship, so when Jing Jiu steered his sword up the pool, he saw through at a glance that the opponent was Qingshan's disciple, and after a little thought, he deduced Jing Jiu's identity.

The Qingshan Sect actually sent someone to meet the Underworld Emperor privately. Could it be that they want to collude with the Underworld?

The old man sneered and said: That's right, that disaster was colluded with in the past, and this can be regarded as the tradition of your Qingshan sect.

No practitioner can bear the crime of colluding with the Underworld.

Jing Jiu didn't plan to say anything more, he was silent for a while and said, I'm not Zhuo Rusui, you'd better confirm this.

The old man said blankly: I don't care who you are, I only know that you are a disciple of Qingshan, meeting the Emperor of the Underworld privately is a death penalty, even if you escape. Tell me the purpose of your coming here and what you have done, I can not eat you, and I can let you live a good life in the Demon Suppressing Prison.

In any case, it was impossible for him to let Jing Jiu leave the Demon Suppressing Prison, but this was a condition after all, and the condition meant negotiation—the Canglong was a divine beast of the Suppressing Sect of the Zhongzhou Sect.

But Jing Jiu would not agree to his conditions.

The old man said coldly: This is my world, you can't run out no matter how fast you go, and if I really used all my strength, you would have died long ago.

Because this is your world, you can't use your full strength.

Jing Jiu calmly pointed out the old man's current predicament, and then said, And have you ever wondered why I have been running away and not trying to fight back?

He is using this chase to adapt to his body, just like learning how to farm and chop vegetables in a small mountain village.

The Nether Immortal Sword caused his body to change again. If it was normal, it would take him several years to fully grasp this change.

The mental pressure brought about by this chase has drastically compressed this process, and I believe it will end soon.

A divine beast in the Mahayana realm comes to be a sparring partner. This is something that can be met but not sought after, and must be cherished.

The old man seemed to have heard the most absurd words in the world, and laughed out loud, full of sarcasm.

With Jing Jiu's current state, not to mention defeating a strong person in the Mahayana state, even if he wanted to fight for a while, he would not be able to do so.

The Nether Immortal Sword might allow him to get close to the old man, but how could he hurt him?

On the contrary, in order to ensure safety, he must keep a sufficient distance from the old man.

So how does he fight back?

The world in the Demon Town Prison is yours, so I won't be able to escape anytime soon.

Jing Jiu looked at the old man and said, Then it means that as long as I attack any place in the world, I am attacking you.

As soon as he finished speaking, his right wrist flicked lightly, and the black iron sword pierced into the stone cliff beside him with a hiss.

The surface of the stone cliff is blue-black, baked by the high temperature all year round, and impacted by the strong wind, the surface is like flowing lines.

Some of the lines were cracked, exposing the pink stone skin inside, which was as disgusting as a festering wall of flesh.

Jing Jiu's sword was unbiased, and it just fit right into the opening.

The not-sharp blade of the iron sword directly pierced through the pink stone skin, splashing some bright red juice.

Not like blood, more like lava.

The old man's body trembled as if struck by lightning, his eyes were filled with anger and shock, and he shouted: What do you want to do, you bitch!

After you know that I am a disciple of Qingshan, you plan to use the soul search technique directly, just to let me experience the pain of being lingering.

Jing Jiu looked at him and said, The old ancestors of the Zhongzhou School seem to have serious hostility towards Qingshan.

The old man sternly shouted: So what? I don't like these flying grasshoppers in your Qingshan! It's annoying to look at, and I can't wait to burn you all to death!

Jing Jiu said: Understood, I don't like the old man in Yunmeng Mountain either, it's fair, if you want to hurt me, I'll hurt you, that's fair.

At the beginning, the old man was going to swallow Jing Jiu, and then use the soul search technique to read his memory fragments.

At that time Jing Jiu said that all the pain he intended to inflict on Qingshan disciples would be repaid to him.

Jing Jiu moved his wrist slightly, and the iron sword turned half a circle in the crack between the cliffs, the pink inner wall became more rotten, and magma-like juice gushed out.

The old man snorted, beads of sweat gushed out from his forehead, and was blown away invisible by the wind, his voice trembled slightly.

I am heaven and earth, infinitely far away, this little damage is worse than a mosquito bite, this little pain you thought would be... ah!

Suddenly, he cried out in pain.

The shrill voice kept echoing in the vast second-floor world of Zhenmo Town, making it extremely terrifying.

The old man clutched his abdomen and shouted sadly: There is poison on the sword!

That pink stone wall is festering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cause of the festering was the green aura slowly released from the iron sword.

What kind of poison can make a town beast so painful?

There is only one answer.

That is the poison of the divine beast itself.

That is the pool of emerald green water.

The iron sword has been soaked in the pool water for three years, but it has not been corroded, but has absorbed the toxins in the pool water.

Now this sword is like a ghost claw protruding from the Styx River, just scratching it can make people feel overwhelmed with pain.

The old man turned pale from the pain, covered his abdomen, stared at Jing Jiu and shouted bitterly, Young thief Qingshan, even if you suffer from internal injuries today, I will kill you, tear you to pieces, and arrest your soul, tortured with strong winds all the time!

Ever since he uttered the four words Little Thief of Green Mountain, the Town Demon Prison has already been thundered, with strong winds howling and sand and stones flying around.

The water in Bitan falls over the cliff like a waterfall and falls like a rainstorm.

Jing Jiu struggled to dodge the berserk breath, like a candle in the wind, it might go out at any moment, but the time to re-brighten is far away.

Hundreds of thunderclaps exploded at the same time, the dark Demon Suppressing Prison was illuminated, and lightning as thick as a big tree turned into a forest in the desolate undulating wilderness.

Jing Jiu could no longer avoid it, and fell heavily from the sky to the ground, two streams of blood flowed from his ears, and his eyes became a little dim.

He had already suffered serious injuries before, and the reason why he was able to hold on was because the old man had many inconveniences in the Demon Suppressing Prison, and many powerful supernatural powers could not be used.

Now the old man was so terrified by his method that he directly used the supernatural power of the Mahayana period, just like cutting his abdomen.

The gap between the realms of the two sides is too large, facing a mad Mahayana strongman, no matter how he looks at it, it is a dead end.

Jing Jiu didn't even think about it, and stabbed the iron sword in his hand into the ground beside him.

The old man's painful and angry cries echoed between heaven and earth again.

A few miles away, the old man waved his sleeves furiously, and the strong wind came out from the ground, rolled up more than ten balls of thunder and fire, and came from all directions to hit Jing Jiu's body.

With a loud bang, Jing Jiu was sent flying hundreds of meters away to the cliff.

He wanted to get up but couldn't, so he could only sit where he was.

The blood spurted from his mouth stained half of his body red, and was scorched black by the remaining Lei Wei.

At this time, he looked like a piece of Thunder Soul Wood that had failed.

But he was still calm, without any fear or uneasiness, and stabbed deeply into the cliff with his backhand sword.

As if being hit hard, the old man was in extreme pain and cried out in a miserable voice, Go to hell!

While speaking, he caught countless bolts of lightning in the night sky with trembling hands, and drew towards Jing Jiu.

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