The Path Toward Heaven

As the wind howled, a figure flew in front of Jing Jiu.

The magma river was somewhat dark, but there was always a glimmer of light, not to mention that Jing Jiu's right hand was like a burning torch, enough to illuminate the scene in front of him.

It was a thin middle-aged man, with green eyes and disheveled hair, like a real beast, with an evil aura as thick as the night.

This evil cultivator is very strong, so he can practice in such a deep underground, so he is very famous in Lengshan.

Jing Jiu glanced at him, confirming that the other party's realm was higher than his own.

Then he looked at the magic weapon in his right hand and confirmed that although it was not resistant to fire, it was quite hard.

After a while, the magic weapon was scalded by his right hand to emit a blue smoke, and the evil cultivator showed heartache and fury on his face, and shouted sharply: You want to die!

Accompanied by this stern shout, the magic weapon in Jing Jiu's hand suddenly became fierce, and dozens of resentful souls and ghosts rushed towards his face like moths.

The temperature in the cave suddenly became colder, and even the magma river became darker.

Those resentful souls and ghosts are invisible and intangible, and can directly attack the Dao Xin Yuanying of the practitioner, which is the most difficult for the righteous practitioner.

This evil cultivator spent more than a hundred years collecting thousands of resentful souls and ghosts at the bottom of the Soul Gathering Valley, before refining the natal magic weapon into a real magic weapon.

Jing Jiu directly held this magic weapon in his hand, no matter how he looked at it, he was indeed courting death.

Those resentful souls and ghosts landed on his face like a gust of wind, but as if they had hit a cliff, they failed to penetrate and instead scattered around.

Jing Jiu didn't intend to let these resentful souls and ghosts disperse, a bright sword light appeared in his eyes.

With a soft rubbing sound, those resentful souls and ghosts wailed continuously, turning into countless fragments and falling to the ground.

What came out of his eyes was not the real sword light, but an incomparably pure sword intent, the more intangible and insubstantial things were, the easier it was to be cut off.

There were only dozens of resentful souls and ghosts that were chopped into pieces. Although the evil cultivator was surprised by Jing Jiu's sharp sword intent, he didn't care. He snorted coldly and prepared to continue attacking.

How could Jing Jiu give him such an opportunity, dozens of sword intents radiated from his fingers, cut down around the magic weapon, and then turned his palm, and took the magic weapon in.

The evil cultivator's expression changed suddenly, and he found that he could no longer feel the existence of the magic weapon. He couldn't help being extremely shocked, thinking that the other party had cut off the spiritual connection between himself and the magic weapon of his life? But how is this possible! Even the sharpest sword in the world can't do it!

The spiritual connection between the practitioner and the magic weapon is an invisible connection with causal implications. It takes a long time to be erased, and it is very difficult to be cut off in such a short time. Neither Yu Yufeng nor Jing Jiu's right hand before he was injured can do it.

In fact, Jing Jiu didn't use the sword or sword intent to cut off the thread, but let the sword intent temporarily entangle the thread, and then sent the magic weapon to another place.

That place is really somewhere else.

not here.

Not in Cold Mountain.

Not even Chaotian Continent.

In a remote and cold dark space, there are several black boxes and a bamboo lounge chair floating.

A snow-white beetle was squatting on the bamboo recliner, it was the special headgear of Lord White Ghost in Qingshan——Cicada.

Han Chan lay on the bamboo chair, looking at the fireball in the distance, which was bigger than a star and smaller than the sun, and thought to herself what is it?

Suddenly, a blood-colored magic weapon appeared in front of its eyes, blocking the fireball in the distance, exuding a dark and terrifying aura.

It stretched out its thin feet curiously, and fiddled with it lightly.

The resentful ghost in the magic weapon let out a silent and terrifying roar, and rushed towards it.

Han Chan was startled, and rolled onto the chair from a high place, and quickly lay down and pretended to be dead. The armor limbs on her abdomen rubbed a few times quickly, releasing something.

The preparations it made were a bit redundant, because those resentful spirits couldn't get close to it at all. As soon as they left the surface of the magic weapon, they were melted into nothingness by some invisible force in the dark space.

Those resentful souls who hadn't escaped felt the deepest fear of their instincts, so they didn't dare to come out, and squeezed desperately to the deepest part of the magic weapon.

Han Chan waited for a while, and found nothing was wrong, turned over with some awkward movements, climbed onto the back of the chair along the armrest of the bamboo reclining chair, looked at the resentful spirit surging like a tide in the magic weapon, and thought to himself what is it?

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The evil cultivator had a profound realm and extraordinary knowledge, and quickly figured out that the other party did not cut off his connection with the magic weapon of his own destiny, but sent the magic weapon to a place that his spiritual consciousness could not reach.

According to the cognition of the practice world, there is only one kind of place that is close in front of you but far away in the sky, and that is the small space opened up by the magic weapon of space.

Who is this person, who can actually possess such a rare magic weapon as a space magic weapon?

The evil cultivator suppressed the shock in his heart, calculated Jing Jiu's identity, and wondered if this person was an elder from a famous sect?

Zen is best at mustard seed supernatural powers, but he doesn't think that Jing Jiu is a Zen master. The reason is simple, because Jing Jiu has hair, and he doesn't think that Jing Jiu is the descendant of Guocheng Temple. How can he avoid the world with such a face?

Jing Jiu's figure moved slightly, and he went tens of feet away, as if he was about to leave after taking the magic weapon.

In normal times, Xiexiu would let such a decent master of the famous family go, even if his realm was obviously inferior to him, he would let the other party go, but at this time his natal magic weapon was still in the opponent's hands, and if he could snatch the magic weapon of space, let alone a decent master of the famous family, he would try to kill even the elder of the Xuanyin sect!

A cloudy wind suddenly picked up, and the evil cultivator turned into a black smoke and roared towards Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu's clothes were light, he tapped the surface of the lava river, and swept towards the distance, as if he wanted to take advantage of the high temperature of the magma to stop the evil cultivator's pursuit.

Xiexiu sneered silently, thinking that he had lived beside the underground river of fire for more than a hundred years, and it was wishful thinking to use this method to deal with himself. With a slight change of mind, he opened the formation hidden around the cave.

With a bang, the cliff above the cave suddenly collapsed, pushing Jing Jiu into the lava river!

The magma river looked dim, but in fact the temperature was unknown. There was only a chirping sound, and a flame burst out where Jing Jiu disappeared.

Strange to say, how could Jing Jiu, who has cultivated the Nether Immortal Sword, be so slow, and why didn't he just break the ground with his right hand and leave like before?

The evil cultivator darted to the bank of the lava river, looking at the flame that was gradually disappearing, his face was not happy, but a little worried.

He wasn't worried that killing this person would lead to revenge from those famous families. This is Lengshan, more than ten miles deep underground, who knew that he killed him?

The key question is, if that person is swallowed by the hot magma, there will be no bones left. If the space magic weapon is also damaged, what should we do?

Xie Xiu waved his sleeves, and an invisible force emerged out of nowhere, separating the magma river into a gap, revealing the bright and bright red color inside.

With a bang, the bright and bright red magma suddenly exploded, like a giant beast being pierced through a wound, and blood gushed out violently.

Countless hot and deadly magma sprayed towards the evil cultivator, looking like a terrifying waterfall of fire.

Xiexiu had been hiding by the lava river for more than a hundred years, so he would not be burned to death so easily. With a dignified expression, he sacrificed another magic weapon.

The hot red magma was blocked in front of him, looking like a wall of red jade.

The red jade wall was translucent, and a black figure suddenly appeared inside!

Jing Jiu broke through the wall and rushed towards the evil cultivator with countless streams of magma and infinite light.

Surprise and murderous intent flashed in the eyes of that evil cultivator, and with a stern whistle, he slapped Jing Jiu's head with both hands filled with eerie black smoke.

With two soft slaps, Jing Jiu grasped Xie Xiu's hands with great precision.

Jing Jiu made a move with a sword.

Even if his current level is not high enough, it is very difficult for Chaotian Continent to find a few people who are faster and more accurate than him.

Xie Xiu felt an extremely clear pain coming from his wrist!

It was his wrist that Jing Jiu held.

A wound visible to the naked eye appeared on his wrist, bleeding continuously.

Especially in the left hand held by Jing Jiu's right hand, you can already see the dense white bones, which are about to break off.

Xie Xiu's eyes were full of shock and bewilderment, but he still didn't think he would die.

In his opinion, Jing Jiu's realm was far inferior to his own, so what if he had a magic weapon that could avoid fire?

Enduring the severe pain in his wrist, he stared into Jing Jiu's eyes and shouted sharply, Go...

Accompanied by this stern shout, more eerie, cold black smoke came out of his hand, and it was about to engulf Jing Jiu.

Suddenly his voice stopped abruptly!

The black smoke dissipated without a trace!

There was a soft bang.

A sword edge suddenly emerged from the throat of that evil cultivator.

Even though the sword was stained with blood, it still gave people a lonely and cold feeling.

Jing Jiu looked at the evil cultivator quietly, without any expression on his face.

Xie Xiu's expression didn't change either. At this moment, he still thought that he would not lose.

It was a rare opportunity to use a mobile phone to pierce the throat with a sword. Do you think that this can kill a real strong practitioner? Do you think this is a mortal fight?

It seems that this person should be an elder who has practiced in seclusion for many years. He has been in seclusion all year round and rarely travels outside the world.

Thinking about these things, the evil cultivator opened his mouth to spit out the devil baby.

The opponent was right in front of his eyes.

The devil baby can easily enter the opponent's body and devour the opponent's Nascent Soul or Sword Demon.

But the next moment he realized that something was wrong.

The magic baby failed to reach the mouth.

Even, the magic baby may not have heard his order.

Then he discovered that he had lost all sense of his body.

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If the throat is only pierced by the sword, it is indeed not a fatal injury to the practitioner.

The problem is that this sword is very wide, wide enough to sit on it without feeling like a butt.

This sword is even wide enough for two people to sit on, and if those two people have free time, they can even play a game of chess on it...

Cosmic Front is such a sword.

Although the sword was knocked off a lot of iron stains by the unicorn in the Guocheng Temple, and its shape is no longer as exaggerated as it was at the beginning, it is still very wide.

At least much wider than a man's neck.

So when we say that the cosmic front pierces a person's throat, we often mean that it cut off that person's head.

At this time, the cosmic front was inserted into the neck of the evil cultivator, and the sword surface completely separated the head from the body. It really didn't look like a flying sword, but more like the big iron piece that cuts off the human body during folk juggling.

The evil cultivator's head fell to the ground, with a look of horror and bewilderment on his face, and his body also fell.

The ground is magma that has come ashore, exuding a suffocating heat.

No matter how powerful a cultivator is, as long as he is not a giant in the Heaven-reaching Realm, it will be difficult for him to survive in the magma. After all, not everyone is as special as Jing Jiu.

But he didn't give up. Who knows if this evil cultivator has been hiding by the magma river for many years, and has learned any means to deal with magma.

Cosmos Front slashed down again, and at the same time his right hand was pointing blankly, his sword intent criss-crossing the underground cave.

The evil cultivator's head and body had not had time to fall to the ground before they were chopped into countless pieces.

No matter what kind of magic baby, magic wheel, or magic tire, they were all turned into pieces, and then were sent into the slowly flowing magma river by Jing Jiu's sleeve.

Hundreds of tiny flames sprouted on the surface of the magma river.