The Path Toward Heaven

The consciousness of the Queen of the Snow Country came with the flying snow all over the sky, she did not show any will, but it had a clear meaning.

That is curiosity.

The life with the highest rank in the Chaotian Continent is also curious. What are you curious about?

Is it because human practitioners suddenly appeared in the extreme north of the ice storm sea where no one has ever set foot?

Is it because of the white cat floating in the snowy sky like a kite?

Is it because one of the tail feathers is broken, looking a little poor for the golden pheasant?

Is it because of that ugly old man with few hairs, or this pair of seniors?

Presumably it should be the latter.

Even the Snow Queen has never met people like Jing Jiu and Yin San.

They are all non-human beings.

What's more, Yin San is still preparing to become an eternity. It is a legend or even a myth in the Chaotian Continent. It has never appeared before, and she has never seen it.

The ethereal but extremely powerful spiritual consciousness from the distant ice peak landed on the treasure ship, looked at the lotus, dragon marrow, whale bone, and carp scales in that room, and then floated up with the wind and came to the sky hundreds of miles away.

Jing Jiu wanted to turn around and leave, but he was afraid that this divine sense would be disturbed, and he stayed where he was because he was afraid that the other party would see something.

Not even hesitation, just thinking about it, the snow queen's consciousness landed on him, and then...he didn't leave again.

That divine sense still maintained its curiosity about him, and at the same time, it had some doubts, why did it seem like it had seen this inhuman before?

Let's go. Jing Jiu said expressionlessly, his lips didn't even move, it seemed like ventriloquist.

He didn't dare to speak to Ah Da with his spiritual sense, because he was afraid that the Snow Country girl would hear him.

Ah Da meowed nervously, wondering what's wrong? Why do you want to leave suddenly? Aren't you afraid of alarming the other party?

——The Queen of the Snow Country didn't recognize her divine sense, but she must have smelled Xue Ji's scent.

After Jing Jiu confirmed this fact, he didn't care about explaining it to Ah Da, so he turned around and turned into a sword light and pierced the air.

Cosmos Front's speed was not as fast as his own sword escape, so instead of walking with the sword, he walked with the sword in his arms, using the Nether Immortal Sword.

Ever since he created the Nether Immortal Sword together with the Emperor of the Underworld in Zhenmo Prison, today is the best time he has used this sword technique.

It wasn't until he turned into a black shadow in the sky that Ah Da realized it, let out an angry and aggrieved meow, and quickly chased him as fast as he could.

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To live is to play house and drink. If you play the same role too much, sometimes it is really difficult to distinguish each other.

Yin San stood by the side of the boat, looked at Jing Jiu who was about to disappear into the sky, and said with emotion: The reaction is almost fast, and the fear of death is almost the same.

He didn't know about Xue Ji, so he didn't understand why Jing Jiu escaped so quickly.

The Queen of the Snow Country is still in the ice peak thousands of miles away, but her spiritual consciousness has come here, so there is no need to worry too much according to his and Jing Jiu's level of consciousness.

The ancestor was very nervous. In such a severe cold environment, a few drops of sweat appeared on the top of his head.

The same is true for Yinfeng, although it once said to the ancestor that if it wants to die, it is best to die under the Snow Queen, but who wants to die?

They are all giants in the Heaven-reaching Realm, but they are not as good as Jing Jiu and Yin San in terms of consciousness, and they are easily injured by the Snow Queen's spiritual attack.

Really, what should we do next?

Patriarch Xuanyin felt the divine consciousness that seemed to be a real gaze, his mouth felt a little dry, and his voice was a little astringent.

Snow Queen's consciousness returned to the treasure ship, she did not launch an attack, but still expressed curiosity.

She wants to see the emergence, so I'll let her watch it. Yin San said, looking at the ice peak deep in the snow field.

Yinfeng was very dissatisfied, looked at the ice peak and said in a low voice: We are not those monkeys from Shiyue Peak, how can real people be humiliated like this!

You won't lose a few ounces of meat if you are looked at by others, let alone this one.

Yin San looked over there quietly, and said, Perhaps Her Majesty's curiosity is helpful to the emergence.

When the two of them returned to the room at the bottom of the boat, the Snow Queen's spiritual consciousness also entered, and the layers of formations arranged in the treasure ship did not play any role in isolating.

On the floor of the room, an invisible formation was painted with psychic liquid from the underworld.

Patriarch Xuanyin stretched his hand into the incense burner silently, and lit the top-grade spar that was ground into pieces with the magic fire.

There are also eleven high-level magic weapons with pure breath hidden under the floor, and those are the bricks used to support the tripod of the void.

The so-called cauldron of the void is the projection of the treasure ship crystal furnace in this room.

The porcelain cup was lifted, and the gray-white Canglong bone marrow fell into the cauldron.

The wooden lacquer box was opened, and the scales of the fire carp flew into the tripod.

The armor box broke open, and a large piece of cartilage from the flying whale fell into the tripod, making it the best fuel.

In the end, the southern bamboo split from it, and the phoenix feather moved lightly with the wind, and the cauldron fire suddenly became extremely deep, glowing with a strange blue color.

For some reason, there was a look of pain in Yinfeng's eyes.

Yin San took out the bone flute and put it between his lips, and began to play the tune.

It's not the Lullaby of the Styx, it's not Huangmei Diao, it's not any famous song in the world, it's just a plain and straightforward narration, extremely natural, as if flowing water is returning, endlessly.

With the melodious sound of the song, the fire in the cauldron became more vigorous, and the fragments of the Lieyang Banner inside turned to ashes at an extremely slow speed.

Yin San Hengdi walked into the formation, came to the lotus, and continued to play the tune.

The lotus is neither in the pot nor in the water, but grows in the air, trembling slightly with the sound of the flute.

It's not dancing, it's being disturbed by the rain.

Several crystal clear dewdrops grow on the surface of the lotus leaf, rolling gently with the trembling of the leaf, it seems that it may fall at any time, but it will always return to the middle of the leaf.

As the dew rolled, an extremely fresh breath was born, falling on Yin San's body, gradually washing away those rotten and stale smells.

This sounds beautiful, but in fact it is a very painful process.

Because what was washed away along with the rot was his body.

Those branches protruding from the surface of his body, those dull flesh, kept separating from his body like this, and then fell down, turning into puddles of fleshy mud under his feet.

It didn't take long for his body to be riddled with holes, like a criminal who had been tortured by Ling Chi, and he looked extremely terrifying.

After a while, even those teeth began to peel off, and the lips drooped, but for some reason, the sound of the flute was still so melodious.

Enduring the most extreme pain in the world, even though he is Yin San, there is gradually a look of pain in his eyes.

Yinfeng couldn't take it anymore, and said, My real man, use a drop of real dew!

The sound of the flute could not be stopped, and Yin San could not speak.

He smiled and said it wasn't time yet.

The usually fresh and amiable smile now looks so miserable on the rotten face.

Yinfeng was extremely sad, and said in a trembling voice: Then why don't you close your eyes and sleep for a while?

The flute sounded slightly, expressing agreement.

You said that Jing Jiu was willing to venture here alone because he was a little tired from the incident in Xihai. What about you?

Patriarch Xuanyin suddenly said: Aren't you tired of leaving those clues for him to come over? So you want to die?

The sound of the flute suddenly became calmer, or indifferent, like the clear water supported by lotus leaves.

Shoufeng.

into the dead.

Bloodbathed Qingshan.

May will.

The world is in chaos.

Three hundred years of sword prison.

Suffer from the pain of splitting the body.

Anyone can get tired, right?

Anyone will find it hard, right?

Yin San closed his eyes.

Patriarch Xuanyin bowed and saluted, and said: May the real man be relieved of all hardships.

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In the icy storm at night in the south of the sea, a piece of floating ice slowly undulates on the black and silver sea.

Zhao Layue sat on the ice, closed her eyes, and there were two thin streaks of frost hanging on her eyelashes.

That night she drove away Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing, but stayed behind.

The place is extremely cold and the wind is biting. Even though she has entered the wilderness realm, it is still very hard for her to endure.

The stars in the night sky were very bright, but suddenly all their brilliance was taken away by a meteor.

She opened her eyes, looked into the night sky, finally relaxed, exhaled a mouthful of hot air, and the fog gradually covered her black and white eyes.

Make a wish when you see a shooting star, and everything you think in your heart will come true.

What's more, that shooting star was originally her wish.

The ice floe sank slightly.

Jing Jiu landed on the ice, went to her side and lay down, with his hands stretched behind his head as a pillow, looking at the sky full of stars, wanting to be quiet.

Zhao Layue knew that something must have happened, but she didn't ask.

I failed to kill him, I just glanced at him from a distance, and then came back.

Jing Jiu said, It's a bit embarrassing.

Do you still remember the Four Seas Banquet that year? Zhao Layue said suddenly.

Jing Jiu glanced at her, thinking why did he mention this?

Thirty years ago, he took Zhao Layue to leave Qingshan, traveled around the world, killed some villains and monsters, even killed a person at the Four Seas Banquet, and then left hand in hand with swords. The red line left by Firth sword outside the cloud platform was an unforgettable scene for many practitioners at that time.

It is said that after we left, the little monk of Guocheng Temple that you like very much said a few words loudly.

Zhao Layue looked at him and said with a smile: That sentence is... come here when you are happy, and come back when you are happy. It really looks like a fairy.

When she mentioned this past event at this time, she wanted to tell him that if you want to kill Daoist Taiping, then go, if you look at him but don't want to kill, then come back.

No matter how you do it, it makes sense, as long as you are happy.

This was the first time Jing Jiu heard about this incident, and he thought that the little monk was so funny, but his mood did not become lighter.

This time he didn't accomplish what he wanted to do, so how can he talk about having a good time?

He didn't kill his brother, nor did he find the answer to that question.

This was the first time he saw his senior brother after many years.

When they were in Guocheng Temple, they were very close, but they never really faced each other.

Thinking of the looming figure on the treasure ship, Jing Jiu suddenly felt a little tired.

I don't know if I'm sad because I'm tired or if I'm tired because I'm sad, but I'm sad right now.

When he said this, his expression was still so calm, he looked as cold and heartless as all practitioners in the world, including Qingshan disciples, thought.

But he's saying...he's sad.

Zhao Layue gently touched his face and said, Don't be sad.

She was taught by him, and she doesn't know how to express her feelings, let alone how to comfort others.

Both he and she can only directly express their wishes, or do things directly.

With a bang, Ah Da fell into the sea beyond the ice floe. It crawled to the ice surface wearily, drenched all over, its long white hairs looked like shredded cheese, and was about to lose its temper with Jing Jiu, when it suddenly found that the picture and the atmosphere were a bit depressed, after thinking about it, I understood the reason.

It sighed, went to Jing Jiu's arms and lay down.