The Path Toward Heaven

(The typos in the previous chapters have been corrected. If you usually see typos, please remind me in this chapter. You should have seen it a long time ago. I will read every article in this chapter...)

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Hundreds of flames fade away like sparks in the wind.

That evil cultivator should be a very well-known figure. He has been hiding at the bottom of the Soul Gathering Valley for many years, collecting souls and refining weapons. He must have a big plan. When he returns to the ground in the future, he is afraid that many storms will be caused.

But he just died under Jing Jiu's sword without causing any waves, and he didn't even leave his name behind.

Thinking of this, people can't help feeling a little bit emotional.

Looking at the scene in the lava river, Jing Jiu closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

It's not emotion, for people he doesn't know, he has never had these redundant, unnecessary or even harmful emotions, he is just adjusting his breath to restore Jianyuan.

Killing that sword cultivator seemed simple, but it was actually very difficult.

That sword cultivator has a high level of realm, great magic skills, and a deep understanding of underground caves and magma rivers.

Even the Sea Breaking Realm Elder of the Green Mountain Sect would find it difficult to kill this person easily here.

Jing Jiu is in the middle of the wild, even if the real combat power is more than that, it is very difficult to kill this evil cultivator, and it consumes a lot of energy.

Those spirits are not the will to fight, but the nutrients for deduction and calculation.

When he picked up the magic weapon, before the evil cultivator showed up, he did two things.

He told Cosmos Front to go quietly to wait in the distance of the river, and at the same time he took the cloth wrapping Cosmos Front into his left hand.

The cloth played an important role in the ensuing battle, being burned into a flame by the magma in the river.

In order to kill an opponent whose cultivation level was far above his own, no details could go wrong.

The evil cultivator looked at the flames caused by the cloth ball, thinking that he was burning in the magma, so he inevitably relaxed.

No cultivator can survive in the magma, except for those who reach the sky, or who have strange treasures.

The evil cultivator did not expect that Jing Jiu was still alive and could set off a waterfall of magma to attack him, let alone a very wide fairy-level flying sword was already waiting for him in the darkness behind him.

Under such circumstances, how could he not die.

To be precise, Jing Jiu didn't kill that evil cultivator with his sword, but he counted him dead.

Jing Jiu calculated all the directions of this battle clearly. Of course, those calculations may not necessarily come true, because Xie Xiu's thoughts and responses may change at any time, but the overall framework has been determined, and some changes in details cannot change the final outcome.

This is the real Qingshan swordsmanship.

Taiping is naturally very good at this, and he is not bad either.

Since he was a small mountain village, Jing Jiu has always acted like he doesn't know much about world affairs, and his memory is still a bit bad. In fact, it's just that things like world affairs don't mean much to him. If it falls on cultivation or swordsmanship, it will naturally be very different.

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The magma river flows slowly, there is no sound of waves, only the murmur of rubbing against the river bank.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked towards the river.

The surface of the river is next to the air, and the temperature is getting lower and lower, and it turns back to a gloomy appearance.

That evil cultivator should be dead.

He took out the magic weapon and looked at it twice, with a slightly different expression.

The body of this magic weapon is a scale, but I don't know what kind of creature's scale it is. Judging from the weight and volume, that creature should be quite small, but it is far less exaggerated than the Canglong, and not even as big as the ghost-eyed dace.

The level of life is not absolutely related to the size, otherwise his friend in the distant sea should be the strongest in this world. Well, it is indeed difficult for that giant to find any opponent.

After the sword consciousness fell, Jing Jiu felt the extremely pure fire intent in this magic weapon, which was obviously extraordinary. The owner was very likely to be the Huojiao or other monsters of different species living in the underground magma.

It's just a pity that when the scales fell off, the owner was not yet mature, and the true nature of the scales did not exist. It was barely turned into a magic weapon by that evil cultivator for many years.

The scales contained such a pure fire intent, so they should be able to resist the fire very well. A few streaks of green smoke were scalded by his right hand earlier, it was entirely because the evil cultivator forcibly poured many resentful spirits into it, which destroyed the essence of the scales.

Jing Jiu shook his head, thinking that the evil cultivator was not good at forging weapons, and it was a pity that such a beautiful material.

He didn't regret too much, he had seen too many good materials and magic weapons like this, and he wanted this magic weapon because it was hard enough to be used as a whetstone.

Since it is used to sharpen a sword, this magic weapon will definitely turn into powder in the end, so there is no waste.

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The magma river flows slowly, and occasionally the surface is torn apart, emitting a red light like a wall, illuminating the dark cave bottom.

The humming of rubbing and the occasional flames had no effect on Jing Jiu. Sitting by the river, he kept rubbing his right hand on the talisman with a focused expression, adjusting the angle and strength of his hand from time to time as the talisman wore away.

This magic weapon made of scales is indeed very hard, and it is not blindly hard. It is similar to the remains of the great demon in the Demon Town Prison. It feels good to the touch, as warm as jade, but it is a little brittle.

A few days later, only a few crackling sounds were heard, and the magic weapon was broken into tiny pieces.

Countless resentful souls and ghosts surged out from the magic weapon, bringing up gusts of dark wind.

Logically speaking, the magic weapon is shattered, and there is nothing to control these resentful ghosts. They should escape according to their instincts, and then go to the ground or deeper along the cracks in the ground to find blood and soul food.

But these resentful ghosts watched Jing Jiu grind the magic weapon for several days, and a deeper layer of fear was born in their instincts, and they didn't dare to leave at all, just floating around him like this.

If someone saw this scene, they would definitely think that he was an evil cultivator who killed innocent lives and refined magic weapons.

Is this the confession of the Lord?

If the protagonists in other stories would have kept these resentful ghosts by their side to see how to deal with them in order to get the greatest benefits, Jing Jiu didn't even bother, and was about to leave.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered a past event.

Three hundred years ago, the tide of beasts from the Snow Country went south again, and all the strong human races went to help. Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing took the strong men from the peaks to the Lanling Snowfield, and there were only a few young disciples left in Qingshan.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Underworld Master and his subordinates passed through the Great Formation of the Green Mountain and sneaked to the Shenmo Peak, trying to regain the Seal of the Underworld Emperor, but he cut it off with a single sword.

Except for the underworld master, the rest of the underworld powerhouses are dead.

After Liu Ci came back, he advised him to dispose of the corpse, but he refused because he was lazy.

Afterwards, the remaining soul fires of those strong men from the underworld floated in Shenmo Peak for many years, and finally turned into wraiths.

Jing Jiu still didn't pay attention, anyway, those resentful spirits couldn't affect him, and they couldn't scare those juniors who were qualified to visit him at Shenmo Peak.

Hundreds of years later, he carried Zhao Layue to the God's End Peak again, and encountered those wraiths again.

This illustrates a truth, since this matter is related to you, then don't try to be lazy.

Even if you can be lazy for a while, you will still have to do it yourself after three hundred years.

If he ignored those resentful spirits floating around him at this moment, it might be his business after many years.

He figured this out, shook his head, grabbed the Cosmos Front and slashed it down with a sword.

When those Yin spirits touched this cold sword intent, they were broken into the tiniest dust particles, and they died there.

Those resentful spirits did not dissipate immediately.

The cosmic front brought countless red-hot magma from the river, forming hundreds of somewhat blurred characters, carefully identified as a scripture in Guocheng Temple.

The fire illuminates the dark caves and the faces of the wraiths.

The faces of those resentful souls gradually blurred, their hostility gradually disappeared, and finally turned into clear light, scattered invisible.

Regardless of whether it is a ghost or a resentful soul, without the blessing of a magical weapon, it is impossible to launch a flood of terrorist attacks, and he is not afraid of evil by nature, so he can easily slash it with a sword.

But in fact this sword is by no means simple, it is extremely complicated, even close to perfection.

No one but him could slash this sword, even he himself would not have been able to do it if he hadn't listened to Buddhist scriptures in Guocheng Temple for six years.

Jing Jiu threw the fragments of the magic weapon into the river, and then flew into the air.

He was not going to leave, the countless demon bones in the ancient battlefield were waiting for him below, thinking of this, even he was looking forward to it.

He turned his body upside down and held out his right hand.

There was a soft buzz.

A breeze came from the dark cave.

He disappeared.

A round hole appeared on the ground.

Fiery magma poured into the cave from the crevices below, refilled it, and then faded away without leaving a trace.

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Melting rocks into rivers shows that it has penetrated deep into the center of the earth.

Whether it is decent or evil, it is difficult for human practitioners to live in such a hot environment.

Jing Jiu didn't meet the hidden strong man again, so he didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck.

After an unknown amount of time, he broke through the rock wall and flew out.

This is an extremely huge underground cave, the top of the cave is hundreds of feet high from the ground, and it looks very empty.

A river formed by fiery magma flows continuously on the ground.

If it weren't for the magma being too hot and bright, rushing too fast, and hitting the river bank with a loud bang, he would even think that he was still by the previous river.

It is impossible for people to step into two identical rivers, but they will always encounter similar scenery after going around.

He landed by the river and looked into the distance.

The bright and hot river of fire stretched for more than ten miles, and then suddenly forked somewhere, turning into two rivers.

Not one river goes east and one river goes west, but one river goes up and the other goes down.

Some people may experience such things and see such scenes, and may have some emotions, but Jing Jiu still doesn't.

Even if there is, you can't see it.

The river kept spouting flames and even more terrifying magma, illuminating his expressionless face.

The next moment, he turned around and walked up the gentle slope, feeling the aura ahead became clearer and clearer, knowing that he had found the right place.

Countless years ago, the side of Xupo used to be an ancient battlefield where the human race and the underworld fought.

After Soul Gathering Valley was sealed by the Zhongzhou faction, the ancient battlefield sank to the deepest part of the ground.

That seemed to be 30,000 years ago. The Zhongzhou faction had just started and was in its first heyday, but he was a little uncertain.

Over the years, the remains of the strong people of the human race must have been transported away for a safe burial, and the corpses of those strong men in the underworld were not left behind. It is wishful thinking to find the magic weapons and practice cheats left by those strong men here. But what he was looking for were the bones of those monsters. No matter how greedy the human cultivator sects were, they would not be interested in those heavy and huge bones. Those demon bones are useless except for being hard, and making tea is also meaningless to the practitioner, so they are just left for him to use.

Thinking this way, Jing Jiu came to the highest point of the gentle slope and looked down.

The cave here is even bigger, and the ground is a black field with a radius of dozens of miles.

The fire from the river illuminates the caves and spreads over the fields like sunset.

On the field in the sunset, hundreds of huge demon bones were scattered, casting even bigger black shadows.

These dead monsters still maintained the appearance when they died in battle, they were still as huge and terrifying.

This once ancient battlefield does not seem to have passed tens of thousands of years, but it still gives people a feeling of vicissitudes.

Jing Jiu came to the skeleton of a big white demon.

Judging from the shape of the skeleton, this big monster looks a bit like an ordinary elephant, but it is more than ten times bigger.

What Jing Jiu was most interested in was the teeth of this big monster.

He stretched out his left hand, but found nothing.

The huge dental bone about ten feet long shattered like this, turning into snowflakes all over the sky, sprinkled all over his body and face.

Immediately afterwards, the skeleton of the big monster fell apart like a hut in a strong wind, collapsed to the ground, and turned into powder as well.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then walked to another big monster skeleton, and stretched out his left little finger.

Same thing happened again.

The skeleton of the big demon collapsed and turned into a striking white powder on the black field.

Tens of thousands of years.

Everything is decayed.

The demon bone in Zhenmo Prison soaked in Canglong's stomach for many years, and was ground into powder by his right hand from summer to early autumn.

The skeletons of these big monsters in the wilderness collapsed upon touching them.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and its power has been shown where you can't see it.

The mighty power of time is indeed the sharpest sword in the world.

Standing among hundreds of huge skeletons, Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then turned and left.

When leaving, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the clothes fluttered with a breeze.

Hundreds of huge skeletons slowly collapsed, and in a few years, they would merge with the black field.

Jing Jiu didn't look back, he walked towards Wanxia and sat down by the river.

The magma in the river is jumping and bursting, like an upside-down waterfall, like a jumping creature.

The booming sound was endless.

The river moves forward.

The dead are like this.

Do not give up day and night.

But if there is eternal hope, why not give up.

Jing Jiu thought calmly.