The Path Toward Heaven

Those breaths that are fresher than spring and softer than alcohol are all fairy spirits.

Most of the immortal energy was poured into Guo Dong's body, and some of it radiated outside the quiet room.

All the flowers and trees in the nunnery began to bloom, and the koi in the lake began to jubilate.

The Shuiyue Temple formation is activated. A light gauze with a radius of tens of feet fluttered in the sky, looking like a huge handkerchief. If He Zhan sees this scene, he should think of his Huanxisha, but of course this formation is countless times more powerful than Huanxisha.

The celestial energy is so pure and subtle that even if it is separated by a large formation, it will inevitably leak out.

The hills near Shuiyue Nunnery instantly turned green, and wild flowers gradually grew, spreading towards the distance at a speed visible to the naked eye. It looked like a real miracle.

When the fairy energy came to the Tongtianjing, dozens of miles away, it was already so faint that it was hard to detect, but it easily aroused the scriptures and spells in the surrounding mountains when they were engraved, glowing with golden luster, and their power became hundreds of times stronger. The sound of things being burned and countless weak screams came from the bottomless gloomy cave.

The ghosts and ghosts in Tongtianjing suffered heavy casualties, and they whimpered in fear, and then the sound gradually faded away, not daring to stay on the surface anymore, peeping into the world.

I don't know how long it took, the golden light in the quiet room of Shuiyue Nunnery gradually disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

Guo Dong still sleeps with his eyes closed, but his face is no longer so pale, and has a nice blush.

Jing Jiu knew that there should be no problem.

A few years in the West Sea, she was slashed by the Sword God of the West Sea, her meridians and vitality were cut off, and there was no possibility of her surviving, but her will and state of mind were too strong, and with the help of Jing Jiu, she survived until now.

The celestial consciousness attached to the longevity talisman has been completely refined, leaving only the purest celestial energy.

With such a large amount of immortal energy poured into her body, no matter how serious the injury was, it could be cured.

He walked out of the quiet room and bid farewell to the nunnery master.

The master of Shuiyuean is like an ordinary girl, and her mind is not much different from that of an ordinary girl.

Seeing him rescue the senior sister, she was a little grateful, but seeing that he was about to leave at this time, she was a little unhappy.

Senior sister has not woken up yet, you are leaving, what does this mean?

What did you do that made you afraid to see her?

Jing Jiu naturally didn't know what she was thinking.

When he broke up with Lian Sanyue, this little girl was still meditating in the nunnery, so she hadn't seen her much.

He didn't take the green curtain sedan chair, he left Shuiyue Nunnery directly, and came to the Tongtianjing not far away.

The scriptures and charms were still emitting a faint golden light, and there was a dead silence in the cold cave, without any movement.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, looking into the bottomless interior, silently thinking how many immortals are there in the Zhongzhou sect?

That fairy talisman fell from the sky back then, directly suppressing the Underworld Emperor. It took him six full years and took countless risks to refine this immortal talisman. If the Zhongzhou faction uses the fairy talisman again, how should Qingshan respond?

His consciousness went to the distant, cold and empty universe, looked at the black Seal of the Underworld Emperor, and calculated that in about three years, he would be able to deal with another one.

Learning the Soul Fire Control with the Underworld Emperor in the Demon Suppressing Prison means that he has the qualifications to use the Underworld Emperor's Seal, but his realm is still a bit low.

Then he looked at his twisted and deformed right hand, thinking that Universe Feng couldn't be given to Gu Qing immediately.

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There was a gust of wind through the patio.

Jing Jiu rode the wind and went straight up into the Void Realm, and returned to Qingshan with his sword.

You Ye Realm cannot stay in the Void Realm for a long time, but he is a special case. The speed of controlling the sword is naturally countless times faster than that of the carriage, and his speed of controlling the sword is astonishingly fast. When the twilight enveloped the green mountain, he also came to the top of the Nine Peaks and saw the Xijian River like a golden thread.

The Qingshan formation had an induction, and naturally opened a passage.

Many people saw that sword light, felt the sharp aura in that sword light, and were amazed, thinking that this is the cosmic edge that beheaded Qilin?

Two days ago, Zhuo Rusui returned to Qingshan and made a return in Xilai Peak Hall.

The Qingshan disciples all knew what happened in Guocheng Temple, and their admiration for the little uncle became more and more out of control.

Seeing the sharp sword light that seemed to break open the world, all the disciples saluted in unison.

The sword light landed on the top of Shenmo Peak.

Gu Qing and Yuan Qu greeted him.

Jing Jiu threw the Universe Front to Gu Qing, and said, This is your future sword, let's get familiar with it for a while, but I might borrow it for a few more years.

Lu Qing was not surprised, but was a little dazed and uneasy, wondering what was wrong.

Yuan Qu was very envious, wondering if his master would bring back some good things from Guocheng Temple?

At nightfall, a blood-colored sword light flashed across the sky, Zhao Layue came back, and of course he didn't bring any souvenirs from Moqiu.

Firth Sword is indeed the fastest sword in Qingshan.

They all started from Guocheng Temple, and she was half a day behind Jing Jiu.

Of course, Jing Jiu went to Washuiyue Nunnery on the way, and stayed by the Tongtianjing for a while.

Deep in the cave.

Zhao Layue looked at his left hand, confirmed that the celestial talisman was no longer there, then looked at his deformed right hand, and asked, What should I do?

I'll retreat for a few days and think of a way.

Jing Jiu said it very calmly, as if it was a trivial matter.

But even he can't think of a way, which shows that his injury is a big problem.

Being attacked by the monk Duhai with the Prajna Tianxia Palm in the Sacrifice Method, no matter how special his body is, he was seriously injured irreparably. If he had refined the immortal consciousness and directly used the immortal energy in the talisman to heal his wounds, he would naturally be able to recover instantly, but he gave all the immortal energy to the winter, leaving no trace for himself.

Zhao Layue glanced at him, turned and left the cave without saying anything.

Jing Jiu closed his eyes and began to meditate.

To think is to think.

In addition to the injury and badly deformed right hand, he was thinking about other problems.

The fairy talisman of the Zhongzhou sect, the civil strife in the snow country, the intention of the senior brother, the situation in Chaoge City, the ghosts or demons in the green mountains.

He has always ignored worldly affairs, just because the worldly affairs are annoying, and he doesn't mess with the world of mortals, because the world of mortals is too chaotic.

He thought that he was reborn after a calamity, and what he had to do in this life was to end the cause and effect of the previous life and cut off the fate of the past, but he didn't expect that there were more and more.

This is really annoying.

He snapped his fingers casually, expelled all thoughts from his mind, and entered the realm of enlightened Taoism.

At this moment, he heard footsteps again and opened his eyes.

The white cat came out from the depths of the cave, its footsteps landed silently, its eyes were complicated, and it didn't dare to look directly into his eyes.

Jing Jiu was a little surprised, it didn't go back to Bihu Peak, but stayed here.

The white cat walked up to him, raised its right paw, took Han Chan off its head, put it gently on the side, and then meowed at him twice.

Its cry was neither shrill nor tactful, and it could clearly hear helplessness and apology.

——I'm very old, and I'm really afraid of death, so I didn't dare to make a move.

Jing Jiu expressed his understanding and said, It's okay, I'm also afraid of death.

The white cat crawled on his lap and got down.

Jing Jiu rubbed its head.

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(end of this volume)