The Path Toward Heaven

Xi Yiyun kept coughing up blood, his eyes were full of horror, thinking who is this person who can shake the foundation of his Dao heart with just one sentence.

The skin on that man's face was very smooth, and he looked very young, but there were faintly protruding tendons under the skin, which looked like vines extending upwards, and finally protruded above his forehead, forming two finger-length horns... This is definitely not an ordinary Zhongzhou School disciple!

Seeing those two horns, Xi Yiyun and other people in Jingyuan thought of a possibility at the same time, but felt that it was too impossible!

Du Haiseng is the head of the law hall of Guocheng Temple, counting as the fourth and fifth figures in the temple, he is the tallest person present regardless of realm or seniority. He waved his monk's sleeve to roll Xi Yiyun to his side, looked at that weirdo from the Zhongzhou sect, his eyes were full of shock and disbelief, and asked: May I ask you, who is it?

Since you don't dare to call me by my first name, then continue to act as if you don't know who I am.

The man snorted coldly and said: Equal to the sky, all things have spirits, you can call me Qi Ling.

Hearing this name, the people in Jingyuan no longer had any chances, knowing that it was indeed that person, their eyes were full of horror.

It's just that the pronunciation is slightly different, how can people not guess his identity?

Duhai Seng, Da Chang Seng, Lu Guogong and others hurried forward to salute, extremely respectful.

Qilin is a mountain-suppressing beast of the Zhongzhou sect, with astonishing supernatural powers. From ancient times to the present, he has lived for tens of thousands of years. Looking at Chaotian Continent, probably only Yuangui from Qingshan has lived longer than him. Not to mention the people present, even some elders in Qingshan Yinfeng and Yunmeng Hougu are his descendants.

Zhuo Rusui looked down at the futon in front of the small stone pagoda, he didn't look up, he didn't salute, he didn't know what he was thinking.

The monk crossing the sea bowed and said, I don't know...Old Mr. Qi appeared in the world today, what advice do you have?

Qi Ling said indifferently: I'm here to find someone.

Duhai Monk looked slightly different, and said, Who is it?

The people in Jingyuan were also very surprised, wondering who in the world deserves to leave Yunmeng Mountain to see him?

Qi Ling suddenly shouted violently: Jing Jiu! Come out!

The sound was like a landslide, the wind was blowing in the quiet garden, and the white flag was flying, as if it would split into countless pieces at any moment, and the smoke and dust were shaken out from the cracks in the stone slabs, trying to captivate the eyes.

After a while, the reverberation of the loud drinking gradually disappeared, the smoke and dust fell again, and there was no other movement.

Qi Ling was silent for a while, then turned to look at Zhuo Rusui and said, Where is he?

Zhuo Rusui looked down at the dust evenly scattered on the ground, seemingly calm, but in fact he was horrified, his back was already wet with cold sweat.

Qi Ling's two lines of sight seemed to cut into his Dao tree directly, as if there were substantial sharp edges.

I don't even know what you're talking about...

Zhuo Rusui said listlessly: Old man, if you are looking for my little uncle, you have to go to Qingshan, this is Guocheng Temple.

Qi Ling ignored him, and said in a cold voice: Jing Jiu is here to learn Buddhism, so he has learned to be a tortoise? Of course, the ancestor of your Qingshan sect was originally a tortoise...

Zhuo Rusui curled his lips, thinking that if he couldn't beat him, he would definitely stab you twice at this time, otherwise, after returning to Tianguang Peak, what face would he have to meet Lord Yuan Gui?

Duke Lu wanted to stand up and say a few words, but under the coercion of this ancient mythical beast, he couldn't even breathe, so how could he open his mouth?

Qi Ling's voice gradually became violent, and he said: If you don't come out again, I will demolish this garden and this ruined temple!

Duhai Monk couldn't listen any longer, he took a step forward against the coercion, and sighed: Mr., if this is the case, then I, Guocheng Temple, have no choice but to put on a big formation.

The sects of practice in Chaotian Continent have their own backgrounds, and of course there will be powerful mountain gate formations.

Qi Ling squinted at him and said, Little monk, do you think that formation can trap the old man?

The monk who crossed the sea said with a wry smile: I hope that the old man can be trapped for three days. I think Zen can come back from the snowfield.

It was supposed to be a threatening sentence, but when it came out of this eminent monk's mouth, it seemed very helpless.

Guocheng Temple really has very little experience in fighting bravely with others, let alone facing such a big man today.

Moreover, the unicorn beast of the Zhongzhou School was once a friend of the Zen master, and the Guocheng Temple was also helped in the construction of the temple. How could the Guocheng Temple go all out?

Qi Ling heard the hidden meaning in this sentence, and said with a faint expression: This is a matter between me and the Qingshan Sect, please don't interfere.

The monk Duhai sighed, and persuaded: Can the old man wait for the sake of the late emperor to talk about it after the sacrifice of the pagoda is over?

The filial piety of the Jing family court to me has never been lacking. In normal times, it's okay to let it go for now, but not today.

Qi Ling's eyes fell on the depths of Jingyuan, revealing an atmosphere that cannot be rejected.

He chose to attack today for his own reasons.

The period before Jing Jiu finally refined the celestial talisman was the most prone to problems. If he was disturbed, his previous efforts might be wasted.

Master Bai still hoped to carry out the original plan and let the immortal consciousness enter Jing Jiu's body successfully.

Jing Jiu obviously wanted to use the pagoda to pass this time, how could he allow such a thing to happen.

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Qi Ling, the people in the Jingyuan were very nervous and fell silent.

The Duhai monk's expression was very bitter, knowing that Guocheng Temple must stop all this, he was about to tear off the rosary on his wrist, and told the abbot to go out and activate the big formation in the temple.

Suddenly there was a creak in the quiet garden.

A door was pushed open.

At the same time, a clear and emotionless female voice sounded.

Wait a minute, master, don't disturb the abbot, how can we make things difficult for the master as guests?

Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu came out from the back room of Jingyuan.

When he came to the court room, Jing Jiu looked at Qi Ling calmly and said, What do you want from me?

Hearing this sentence, everyone in Jingyuan was stunned.

Qi Ling's words and actions are extremely domineering, but no matter how angry people are in their hearts, they dare not criticize them at all, and they are very respectful, even for the injured Xi Yiyun, because the other party is Qilin!

No matter how careless and rude Zhuo Rusui was, he only dared to stare at the ground, how could he dare to look at the other party?

Jing Jiu actually dared to look directly into the other person's eyes, and was so calm and calm, don't you know who the other person is?

Qi Ling didn't respond. In his opinion, Jing Jiu should be like this, if Master Bai's guess is correct.

He looked into Jing Jiu's eyes and said indifferently, I'm here...to ask you something, if you don't answer well, I will kill you.

Jing Jiu said, Tell me.

Qi Ling's eyes were full of pain and tyranny, and he shouted sharply: Why did you kill Canglong?

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Hearing these words, the people in Jingyuan were shocked again, and couldn't believe their ears at all.

Back then, there was the Zhenmo Prison incident and the earthquake in Chaoge City. Ordinary people naturally didn't know the reason, but they naturally knew the truth.

Underworld Emperor escaped from prison, and finally died with Canglong!

Listening to Qilin's words, could it be that this incident has something to do with Jing Jiu?

Even if Jing Jiu is now in the middle of the wild, the strongest among the younger generation of ascetics, he is not qualified to participate in this level of battle, let alone back then?

But then people recalled certain details of the Devil-Suppressing Prison incident. Before the blue dragon rose from the ground, a figure of Dodge Kuai had escaped from the Devil-Suppressing Prison. It is said that the Qing Tiansi and the Zhongzhou faction of the imperial court are still chasing this person. Could it be...Xi Yiyun and Bai Qianjun's eyes fell on Jing Jiu, and at the same time, thinking of Jing Jiu's fairy-like movement in the illusion of Qingtian Jian, he felt extremely absurd in his heart.

Among these people, the one who knows the inside story the most is of course Lu Guogong, who arranged Jing Jiu's entry into Zhenmo Prison.

Hearing Qilin's words, his legs were a little weak, and he said, I'm the Minister of Taichang Temple, and I'm in charge of the Zhenmo Prison. May I ask if you have evidence for this statement?

There is evidence that he died a long time ago! Qi Ling shouted violently.

The gust of wind rose again in the quiet garden, followed by an unimaginable coercion, and everyone found it difficult to breathe.

Jing Jiu, at the center of the coercion, is like the ship in the eye of the storm, which is about to be destroyed.

At this time, a cat meowed suddenly from outside the quiet garden.

Qi Ling suddenly turned around, but saw nothing.