The Path Toward Heaven

A stick, a tiger, a chicken, and a worm.

Jing Jiu, fire carps, cicadas, and some mosquitoes.

Victory over the big with the small is generally a victory of willpower, but if it is extremely small, the victory will be much easier.

With the strength of the fire carp, it is not necessarily afraid of those mosquitoes, even if they are mosquitoes in the Demon Town Prison that Liu Ada finds it very troublesome.

The most critical problem is that it has no idea what those invisible things are.

The unknown will greatly magnify fear, let alone a little guy like it who has never left the center of the earth, has not fully grown up, and is a little scared even by the shadow.

Jing Jiu didn't speak, it seemed that he didn't plan to say anything more with Huo Li.

The fire carp wagged its tail and retreated several tens of feet, looking very vigilant, ready to jump into the lava river again at any time, and said, If I spread the news that you have colluded with the Underworld, you will be ruined and die without a place to die!

Hearing such weak threats, Jing Jiu thought of something else.

Even if the Zhongzhou faction sends people to see it every six hundred years, why does this fire carp speak so smoothly?

The most puzzling thing was that he always felt that Huo Li's tone was somewhat familiar.

The atmosphere in the cave didn't become more tense because of his silence, it was just awkward.

The embarrassment is all the fire carp's.

It didn't want to do anything at all at this time.

The problem is that, as a priest of the Zhongzhou sect, it would be too embarrassing to let this Qingshan disciple go without saying a word.

Huo Li suddenly thought of a solution, and shouted happily: Hey, buddy, how about this? If you do me a favor, then I won't be able to do anything to my benefactor, so how about we just leave?

Jing Jiu thought this was really reasonable, and asked, What's the matter?

The fire carp turned around in the air, showing its dorsal fin, and said: I took a bath in the river yesterday, and I was so excited that I accidentally bit my back with my mouth. You know, a king of my level, nothing can hurt me except myself...

Jing Jiu said, Shall I heal your wound?

Huo Li turned around and said, Yes, yes, of course, you can cure it casually, and I don't expect you to cure it, it's just a matter of mind.

How could he bite his own back? It's not a giraffe.

This must be a lie.

It just doesn't want to say that it's too humiliating to say that it's been defeated by that strange and terrible broken flag.

The thing King Fire Carp dislikes the most is losing face.

It asked Jing Jiu to heal his wounds for the same reason. He didn't want to be cured, but just wanted both sides to have a step forward and take a step back.

Since then, the mountains have been high and the rivers have been long, and the sea and the sky have been broad.

Jing Jiu walked to the river, looked at the back of the fire carp, and found that its tail fin was indeed injured, and the surrounding scales were slightly raised, and some of them were even scorched.

He was a little puzzled, thinking that someone could go deep into the heart of Gathering Soul Valley and hurt it, and it was actually using the fire element technique.

Jing Jiu doesn't know how to treat diseases, but he has some experience in treating injuries. After all, he has sharpened his sword for such a long time.

He stepped up into the air and landed lightly on the back of the fire carp.

Huo Li was a little surprised, wondering if you really know how to heal injuries?

Jing Jiu stretched out his right hand and began to remove those dead and scorched scales.

Those scales are very hard, even his right hand, it will take some effort to remove them.

He felt that these scales looked familiar, and when he saw that there was an obvious old injury in front of him, he finally figured out something.

It turned out that the magic weapon I snatched from that evil cultivator was made from the scales of this fire carp.

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A huge golden carp is suspended above the magma river.

A person squatted on the back of the golden carp.

The man was doing something non-stop.

This picture is wonderful and magnificent, but if you think about it carefully, what is the difference between starlings standing on the back of bison and helping it peck parasites?

Thinking of Jing Jiu's identity, it was indeed a bit humiliating, and to say the least annoyed. But he did it quietly like this, because he also needs a step to leave, safety is always the first thing, and the scales of the fire carp can help him sharpen his sword, so why not do it?

What he really regretted was that he couldn't sharpen his sword with intact fish scales. Those fish scales exuded a metallic luster and were obviously extremely hard. However, they were tightly attached to the body of the fire carp.

It didn't take long for him to remove all the damaged scales on the fire carp's back that made it uncomfortable and even painful, and returned to the shore.

The fire carp swung its tail and spun around a few times quickly, feeling a lot lighter, couldn't help being very happy, and said: My lord is in a good mood at this time, so hurry up and go, although I can't eat you, I make my lord a little regretful.

Jing Jiu also had some regrets. If this fire carp was kept in the ground fire for another six thousand years and became a full-grown adult, he could use the scales on the opponent's body to sharpen his sword. Then it wouldn't get hurt, but it would hurt a little, just coax it.

He suddenly thought of a possibility, and asked: You said you have never been to Yunmeng Mountain, but have you been to other places?

There was a gloomy emotion in Huo Li's eyes, and he said: I can only stay in the ground fire until I am an adult, and I have never been anywhere.

I see.

Jing Jiu thought to himself that there is an extremely cold vein under Shangde Peak, but there is no fire vein in the green mountain, so it really cannot be maintained.

what a pity.

Otherwise, I don't have to ask the bad-tempered Master Tailu, there is one more fish at the Shenmo Summit, and one more guard at Qingshan.

Huo Li felt his emotions, but didn't know why his emotions arose, thinking that he was feeling sorry for himself, and thought that this disciple of Qingshan was very good.

Jing Jiu raised his right hand and flew towards the ground. When he entered the cliff, he looked back at Huo Li with some pity.

The fire carp wagged its tail twice, but was also a little reluctant.

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In the early spring, Lengshan is still cold, the wasteland is still desolate, and the surrounding fields are full of chills. Not to mention bison and oxpeckers, not even a bug can be seen.

Naturally, the lack of vitality could not be due to the timing, but to the Xuanyin Sect disciples scattered in the wilderness.

The main altar of the Wind Knife Sect is in Juye City, but they have to do their best to guard against the movement on the Xueyuan side. The Kunlun faction is strong outside and middle-level, and has no power to pay attention to the movement on the Lengshan side.

Logically speaking, there are signs of the revival of the evil faction in the north, and the Zhongzhou faction, as the leader of the righteous way, is duty-bound to deal with it. However, there have been accidents in Yunmeng Mountain in recent years, the death of Canglong, the injury of Qilin, the rebellion of Tong Yan, the immortal talisman given to Jing Jiu, and the Qingtianjian who ran away by himself.

During this period of time, there was another change in the snowfield, and the Xuanyin Sect's actions in Lengshan became more and more open, and they felt a little upright. This time, the Xuanyin leader who claimed to be the king of Ming led most of the masters in the sect and thousands of congregants to set up a powerful formation on this wasteland, searching around, as if he was looking for something.

A Xuanyin Sect disciple stood on the yellow meadow, rubbed his sore eyes, and confirmed that there were no traces. He looked more than ten miles away, and said through a magic weapon: What can you find there?

A voice from the same door came from the magic weapon: There is nothing.

Immediately afterwards, another voice from the same door rang out: I heard that guy has been hiding underground for almost two years, so how can we find it?

Xuanyin disciples formed a group of three and were responsible for searching an area.

According to the rules determined by the leader himself, the three believers are strictly forbidden to approach each other this time, and must keep a distance of more than ten miles.

This is not to prevent them from competing for credit, but to avoid the situation where three people are killed by the enemy in an instant, so that they cannot issue a warning.

These three believers, like all the disciples, have been searching in Lengshan for several days, but they have not found anything. They are cold and tired, so it is inevitable that they will complain.

In the past few years, they must get together, light a fire, drink some wine, and speak ill of the elders in the teaching, and the time will be much easier.

But now they don’t have such a good life. The magic weapon they carry can determine and record their location. If the higher-ups find out that they have been close to them afterwards, they will be greeted with unimaginably tragic canon punishment.

Fortunately, the magic weapon can talk, so they can pass the time by chatting, because they don't know if the magic weapon can record voices, so naturally they dare not speak ill of the elders, so they can only talk about real gossip.

What do you know? The Master Hierarch personally took action. It is said that even the Fire King was alarmed and forced that person out of the ground. That's why we are here to look for it.

Speaking of which, why did the Zhongzhou sect drive that person out of the mountain gate? I heard that person is very famous.

Then who knows, from my point of view, that person should have stolen some treasure from Zhongzhou Sect.

Hahahaha! From my point of view, I didn't steal the baby, maybe I stole the teacher's wife.

What an ignorant guy! His master is Daoist Bai, so there is no such thing as a mistress. Besides, no one in the north knows that he likes Fairy Baizao.

Then why did he run away? To become Chenglong's son-in-law in the future, wouldn't he want everything.

It's really ignorant to say that you are ignorant! Who in Chaotian Continent doesn't know that Fairy Baizao likes Qingshan Jingjiu.

The three Xuanyin believers were chatting with relish in the magic weapon, completely forgetting that they might be recorded.

Suddenly, the chatter in the magic weapon stopped, and only after a while did it start again.

Did you feel the ground shake?

Yes...the shock was a bit severe.

My side is fine, but it seems to be your side, so be careful.

Stop it! I'm really scared.

Hahahaha, what's there to be afraid of, there are fire veins everywhere under Lengshan, how many times will it not shake?

You know what! Grandpa Fire King is said to be in this underground! Don't forget that he suffered a big loss at the hands of the leader a few days ago.

What you said makes sense. The leader and the elders are naturally not afraid, but if we are unlucky to meet, it won't be wiped out immediately.

Since you said that, Meng Laosi, I'm really a little scared. Qiao Chen, since the earthquake is more severe on your side, you should be more careful.

Qiao Chen... did you hear that?

Old Joe? Are you all right?

Old Joe!

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The Xuanyin cultist named Qiao Chen didn't reply, because he was in a daze at the moment and didn't hear the voice from the magic weapon at all.

Suddenly there was a round black hole on the surface of the wasteland in front of him, the hole was not very big, just enough for one person to go in and out, there was no more.

The smoke and dust gradually fell, and a person appeared in front of him.

The man was dressed in white, covered in dirt, and looked a little embarrassed.

This is where?

The man stood on the ground and jumped.

The dirt and sand were like dewdrops on the lotus leaves, they could no longer adhere and rolled down.

No matter how fine the dust is, it cannot stay on his body.

This is... Cold Mountain.

Qiao Chen said in a trembling voice, and then saw the clean face of the man, suddenly woke up, and shouted at the magic weapon: Run, it's a well...

Jing Jiu waved his right hand.

His voice stopped abruptly.

The next moment, his head fell, and he rolled away on the ground.

The cosmic front came out of the universe, broke through the wind, and came to more than ten miles away in an instant, and cut off the head of another Xuanyin believer.

same.

Jing Jiu's body disappeared on the spot.

When he was more than ten miles away in the other direction, the Xuanyin believer named Meng Laosi was still listening to the words in the magic weapon with his head tilted.

The Xuanyin cultist named Qiao Chen was already dead, but the voice just came out from the magic weapon.

……well.

Jing Jiu waved.

Fourth Meng also died.

Jing Jiu glanced at his right hand and nodded with some satisfaction.

From summer to autumn, from autumn to winter, and then to early spring, after such a long period of grinding, it finally became sharper.

The sharper the sword, the faster his Nether Immortal Sword will be.

Universe Front returned silently.

He reached out to take it off and walked forward.

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(This chapter is a manuscript, and I wrote it bravely last night, because today I have to be busy all day long. This does not mean that it will be updated on time tomorrow, and it does not mean that it can be updated every day. It is enough to ensure that the writing is interesting. Shaking my head, I really appreciate the relaxed self who can sometimes write this kind of chapter...)