The Path Toward Heaven

(Universe Front is a play, but also a sword. It is very famous. Where is the second grade? I feel wronged... You can search for yourself. I won’t use the information to count the words here. In addition, this chapter name should have been used before. It is either Dao Dao or other books, but it is indeed suitable for this chapter, so I will continue to use it.)

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The upper and lower four directions are called Yu, and the past and present are called Zhou.

Only when a sword can cut time and space can it be called the front of the universe.

This name is really overbearing.

The people in Jingyuan were surprised, Zhuo Rusui was even more shocked and speechless.

All Qingshan disciples knew the story of Jing Jiu's iron sword.

At that time, Immortal Master Mo of Shiyue Peak came to the end of his practice career and decided to return his sword to Qingshan.

He has transcribed classics for more than a hundred years in the peak, and his realm is not very high, and his reputation is not obvious. Logically speaking, he will only leave a touch of mourning in the green mountains, and he will gradually be forgotten. But when he came outside Yunxing Peak, he happened to meet a group of new disciples who had just joined the inner sect, and Jing Jiu was among them.

At that time, Jing Jiu suddenly asked for some reason: How about your sword?

Master Mo Xian said that he hadn't used it for a long time, and there was regret in his words.

Jing Jiu said, how about I give it a try?

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Jing Jiu decided to inherit that sword.

In the eyes of many people in Qingshan, this is a very whimsical thing, because Mo Xianshi put the black iron sword on the very high place of Jianfeng.

And that iron sword is very ordinary, nothing special.

Jing Jiu made this decision because the iron sword was very wide and he could sit on it comfortably, and he felt that since this sword, like Nephew Mo, had dedicated his whole life to Qingshan silently, it should have a day of glory.

For this iron sword, Jing Jiu went to Jianfeng, where he encountered many things, such as Zhao Layue and this iron sword, and then it is today.

This iron sword is really ordinary, not to mention compared with Qingshan Jiufeng's main sword, even the flying swords of Liangwangfeng disciples are far superior to it.

No one knows what happened to Iron Sword afterwards.

Mei fought, trapped in the depths of the snowfield, chilled to the bone, Jing Jiu burned the sword element, used the iron sword as a torch, illuminated the cave, and warmed Bai Zao in the cocoon of the silkworm. It was equivalent to six years of tempering. In the Town Demon Prison, the iron sword sank into the Bitan Pool and was soaked in the extremely poisonous pool water for three full years. You must know that it was the stomach of the Canglong.

The most important thing is that the iron sword is often tied on Jing Jiu's back, and it is always nourished by his sword spirit. It has already undergone a complete change. It's just that the burnt surface of the sword body and the traces corroded by the venom are like mud covering the real body of the iron sword. It still needs a suitable time to truly show its edge.

Just today, Qilin's heavy blow fell on the iron sword's body.

The purest divine power from ancient times crushed Jiangou, like a finishing touch, and woke it up.

The cold and empty front of the universe appears in this world.

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Zhuo Rusui looked at the ground, unable to calm down. Cosmos Front was able to break through Qilin's divine body, and was able to bear the pressure of Qilin head-on. His performance was extremely extraordinary, and he must be a fairy sword. In the future, as Jing Jiu continues to improve in the world of cultivation, he might become a peerless famous sword!

What did you say at the beginning? ...This sword won't work...the ugly sword...what's the use...

What the little master uncle said is right, where is the sword not good, or his own vision is not good.

At this time, he heard Qilin's voice again.

This sword...is really good.

Qi Lin looked at Yu Yufeng in Jing Jiu's hand, and said indifferently, But if a person dies, what's the use of keeping a sword?

Zhuo Rusui suddenly thought of Uncle Mo from Shiyue Peak. He has even forgotten the name of that uncle now, but he believes that with the appearance of the Universe Front, that name of that uncle will definitely be remembered by many people until many years later.

He looked at Qilin's shadow on the ground and said seriously: No, even if the person is dead, as long as the sword is still there, it will be there.

Before Qingshan Jianxiu dies, he often chooses to return his sword to Qingshan.

Afterwards, there was a disciple of the younger generation, Cheng Jian, who made that sword shine again.

What is passed down from generation to generation is the sword, the orthodoxy, and the spirit of Qingshan.

The sword is the spirit of Aoyama.

As long as the sword is there, the green hill will be there.

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The white cat squatted on the eaves of the temple in the distance, staring at the scene in the quiet garden, its cold eyes were full of envy, thinking that Gu Qing's luck is really good.

When he left Qingshan, Jing Jiu decided to let Gu Qing be the head in the future. This is not important, what is important is that he wants to change Gu Qing to a good sword, and now the sword is here.

Qilin and Jing Jiu made such a big commotion, which naturally alarmed many monks in the Guocheng Temple. The Zen sound continued in the temple, and the grand formation was about to start, but everyone was paying attention to the Jingyuan side, and no one noticed it squatting on the corner of the eaves.

If you really want to kill Qilin, why don't you come here to squat instead of in the quiet garden?

A voice sounded behind the white cat.

At some point, a handsome young monk came to the eaves of Chenghua Hall and sat down beside it.

The white cat glanced at the young monk with a mocking look in his eyes, thinking if I were there, how could the fight be fought today?

The young monk said seriously: But Qilin knows you are here now.

Meow? Do you think that deformed deer will give up? Of course not. Those ugly things in Yunmeng Mountain have big tempers. Even if they don't dare to kill Jing Jiu in front of so many people, they still have to tease him. According to my judgment, what the silly deer wants is to seriously injure Jing Jiu, and then let him be eaten back by the fairy, so that he doesn't have to take the blame.

That said, it's a good idea.

Meow? The white cat was very contemptuous, feeling that you didn't know Jing Jiu too well: That guy is the most insidious and cunning, who can fool him? Besides me, there must be other backhands hiding, maybe he will kill this long deer.

A smile appeared on the young monk's face, and he asked, Then why don't you help?

What is my identity, what status? How can the guard of Qingshan join forces with those juniors? If Qilin is seriously injured by Jing Jiuyincheng later, I might as well sneak attack. If it continues to be like that in the Demon Prison, I really can't stand it.

Thinking of the blue dragon that died in front of his eyes, the white cat meowed with regret.

It suddenly felt something was wrong, why did it think so much, and tell you this?

It turned to look at the young monk again, this time turning very slowly, as if frozen by the cold wind.

You still don't want to make a move, we Qingshan can't afford to lose that person.

The young monk walked up to it and sat down, his right hand naturally landed on top of its head, and then stroked it from head to tail.

His movements are very skilled, as if he has touched it for hundreds of years.

The fur of a cat that has been touched is usually smoother, but this time, on the contrary, the fur on the white cat's body was blown off, fluttering in the cold wind, looking like a dandelion that was about to be blown away by the wind.

Fried hair means anger, a precursor to fighting, and more often it is because of fear.

The white cat's eyes were full of horror, and the pupils of the eyes shrank into extremely small black rice grains. If you don't look carefully, you can't see clearly.

It could clearly scratch the young monk beside him to death with one claw, but...how dare?

Just like in Bihu Peak back then, it could easily shoot Jing Jiu to death, but it didn't make a move.

In just an instant, countless sentences of the world's most filthy swear words appeared in the white cat's mind, which could not be written in words at all.

Because its spirit is about to break down.

But even so, it still paid great attention to those swear words on itself and fate, not daring to offend the young monk in the slightest.

Qingshan guards the white ghosts, and has always been known for its brutality. Even the real master doesn't care about it, but there will always be someone to fear in the world.

At that time, it is less courageous than anyone else.

What it is really afraid of is the pair of brothers.

To be more precise, what it is most afraid of is the senior brother. Because the senior brother is more capable of killing, more daring to kill, more insidious, more embarrassing, more cruel, more intelligent, more ingenious, more clever, more invincible, stronger in the face of setbacks, more personable, more imposing, and more...

Pleasing is a good word. Although I am not as good-looking as him, I am always smarter than his dead face.

The young monk is naturally Yin San.

He smiled and said, But you don't have to think so much to please me. I'm really in a bad state right now. You can try to kill me.

If cats could cry, Liu Ada would have burst into tears by this time.

After the rebirth, the two brothers said the same thing when they saw it for the first time.

At this time, it was finally completely sure that what it smelled on those few pieces of paper a few years ago... turned out to be the smell of a real person.

Really fragrant.

It meowed softly twice, rubbed Yinsan's feet, with a fawning face.

This is really a good place to watch a play.

Yin San looked at the Jingyuan in the distance beyond the mountain, with a smile on his face.

The cold wind blows the monk's robe, dancing non-stop, and then brings the smell of firecrackers and bacon in the countryside.

The story is not over yet.

Today is just the beginning.

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There was a dead silence in the garden.

Everyone was waiting for Qilin's third strike.

The sword named Universe Front was held in Jing Jiu's hand, but still no one took him seriously.

The gap between the levels of life can only be made up by the state. A human practitioner who wanders in the middle of the wild can never be an opponent of a unicorn in the Nascent Soul stage.

An extremely strong coercion emanated from Qilin's body, covering the entire quiet garden.

The weed in the crevices of the stone slabs clings to the ground, unable to stand up anymore, and is slowly crushed into powder.

Du Haiseng's expression was dignified, and he waved his sleeves again to exude a sense of Zen, isolating the coercion of the unicorn, and preventing Xi Yiyun's young disciples from being seriously injured directly.

With a realm as deep as his, it is difficult to isolate Qilin's coercion. It is hard to imagine how Jing Jiu will deal with himself.

Jing Jiu didn't wait for Qilin's third strike.

He chose to take the initiative again.

The cold and empty front of the universe broke through the coercion, passed through the air that had become countless times thicker, and came to Qilin.

The high-speed friction brings up bright light, which seems to be burning, and the meaning of coldness and emptiness suddenly becomes violent, and there is also a strange danger hidden in it.

The flame brought by the universe front illuminated Qilin's face very clearly.

Those veins under the skin, like tangled roots and old vines, looked extremely ugly, and those two horns looked extremely terrifying.

Qilin felt that the sword was indeed interesting, but he didn't care much about it.

Affected by the coercion, Jing Jiu's sword was obviously much slower than the previous one.

However, just when he was about to grab Jing Jiu's sword and kill him directly, the sword disappeared before his eyes.

There was a soft sound of rubbing, and then countless light sounds.

Numerous tiny cracks appeared on Qilin's clothes.

A small bloody gash appeared on his earlobe.

There were also tiny blood clots on the wings of his nose and the corners of his lips.

A drop of blood is oozing from each opening.