The Path Toward Heaven

When Zhao Layue left, He Zhan was grilling fish for Sese in the yard, and at the same time comforted her that today's hot pot was delicious. The same thing happened in many places in Baicheng. Ordinary people comforted each other and explained to each other, but compared with previous years, there were a lot fewer worshipers kneeling on the streets.

The sword sage has spent ninety years recovering from his wounds in a small temple. There has been no miracle in the world for a long time, and his faith has naturally faded.

These ordinary people don't know that in that snowfield that they never dare to set foot on, there are practitioners fighting bloody battles with the monsters of the Snow Country all the time - for different purposes.

The war between the human race and the Snow Country has lasted for too long, and they already have some understanding of that strange country, especially what happened before and after the Queen of the Snow Country gave birth a hundred years ago, which made the strong people of the race firmer in their judgment.

I don't know where the life of the Snow Country comes from, but it seems that it doesn't need food and vitality, only the cold energy itself can be continuously produced. When the number of snow country monsters exceeds a certain line, the cold in the north is not enough to maintain, and those snow country monsters will go south by themselves or be driven by the queen, thus forming a terrifying beast tide.

If the human race does not want to face the hordes of beasts like seven hundred years ago, they must ensure that the number of monsters in the Snow Country does not exceed that line.

Since the strong human race has no way to pull the sun closer to the ground, there is only one way left - to hunt monsters in the snow field non-stop.

For many years, Mei Hui Dao Zhan would choose to kill monsters in the snow field, which is the reason.

The Snow Queen doesn't seem to care about the deaths of those low-ranking subjects, as long as it doesn't provoke her.

The Firth sword, which had no color or dazzling brilliance, disappeared behind a certain black rock mountain in the snowy field.

Not long after, the aura of heaven and earth there changed dramatically, and the movement of the avalanche was so clear even hundreds of miles away.

The wind knife sect, the Kunlun faction, and the strong men of the Shenwei Northern Army sensed the change in aura, and they all rushed to the sky to look over there. Feeling the bloody smell borne by the wind, their expressions changed slightly, wondering which sect's big shot went in?

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Dozens of days later.

Zhao Layue crossed dozens of black rock mountains and came to the belly of the snow field. Looking around, the sky and the earth were all white with no other variegated colors.

Her white clothes were stained with bloodstains of various snow country monsters in different colors, and she looked very eye-catching in the vast expanse of snow.

A straight line appeared on the snow, which was the surface layer melted by the breath of the sword.

Firth sword walked close to the surface of the snowfield, she stood on the sword with her hands behind her back, her clothes fluttering like a fairy.

It's just that her eyebrows and eyes are too indifferent, with too much killing intent, more like a witch.

Not long after, Firth sword stopped.

Ahead is a bottomless abyss, which cannot be seen from a distance, but it is so terrifying to stand close and look down.

Snow covered the black stones of the cliff, like a broken wall.

Without any hesitation, Zhao Layue descended with her sword, broke through the strong wind gushing from the ground, and came to a cliff cave at the bottom of tens of feet.

Some places on the stone wall of the cliff cave are extremely smooth, obviously worn by some kind of hard object, and some kind of slurry residue can be seen in the corner.

Only extremely high-level snow worms can possess such power and aggressiveness.

She knew she had found the right place, and walked towards the cliff cave. After walking for a long time, she finally saw the traces of the sword fire on the cliff.

She is very familiar with the breath remaining in those traces of sword fire.

Zhao Layue stretched out her fingers to touch the scorched marks left by the sword fire, and was surprised to see a few silkworms hanging from the cracks in the stone.

After more than a hundred years, it has not been able to cover up all the past.

This is the cliff cave where Jing Jiu and Bai Zao were trapped for six years.

There have been many stories here.

She thought about where Jing Jiu should have been sitting back then, so she sat there, closed her eyes and began to adjust her breath to rest.

After more than 70 days in the snow field, she killed 762 snow monsters, none of which were of high rank, except for a king-rank snow worm which was troublesome, but it was still a bit tiring.

There was a whistling sound outside the cave, and the wind and snow were getting stronger.

There was also a whistling sound from the bottom of the cave.

In order to save Jing Jiu and Bai Zao, Gu Qing and others dug directly into the ground, and later blocked it with huge stones. There were gaps between the stones, and there was naturally wind.

The sound of the wind and snow gradually grew louder and quieter, with a certain coldness that Zhao Layue was used to and even liked, making her gradually enter a state of emptiness.

A few days later, she opened her eyes and woke up, her eyes were a little cold and displeased.

The voices of human cultivators came from outside the cave, and those people should be talking about her.

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I don't know which big sect's senior experts are here to kill monsters and testify.

The leader said that if we meet this person, we must pay more respect and never offend him. I think it may be an eminent monk from Guocheng Temple.

In that case, wouldn't it be wrong for us to collect those snow monster corpses along the way?

How can seniors care about these extraneous things, it can be regarded as a small fortune for us.

who is it!

Everyone disperse!

The conversations of those cultivators suddenly turned into exclamations, followed by countless dull impact sounds, like countless heavy rocks smashed from the sky to the ground.

An old voice sounded: This is the territory of our Kunlun faction, you little people dare to come and steal treasures, why don't you get out!

Those human cultivators were naturally unconvinced, but they didn't dare to do anything to this Kunlun sect powerhouse.

Suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air, followed by a muffled groan and several exclamations.

Friend Daoist Rong! Fellow Daoist Rong, are you okay!

Your Excellency, as an elder of the Kunlun Sect, actually made such a murderous move! Are you planning to kill us all to silence us!

The strong Kunlun faction said coldly: This mediocre man of the Wind Saber Sect dared to attack the old man. He deserved death. He just broke his arm today, just as a lesson. Even if the Sword Master came, what other reasoning can he say?

Suddenly, there was no sound outside the cave.

If the sword master can still make a move, will the Kunlun faction dare to be so arrogant?

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Zhao Layue didn't want to pay any attention to those ascetics who would fight over some snow worm carcasses, but when she heard that the later person claimed that this place was the territory of the Kunlun Sect, she immediately changed her mind.

She got up and walked towards the bottom of the cave, waved her hand, and countless sword intents shot out, instantly chopping the huge boulder that Gu Qing and others blocked back then into pieces, and walked out.

Those practitioners were confronting each other, when they suddenly found a woman walking out from the snow cliff, they couldn't help being stunned, wondering what's going on?

There are pits about half a foot deep everywhere on the snow, exposing the extremely hard frozen ground inside, presumably it is the method of that Kunlun master.

Those ascetics were all wounded, one of them was seriously injured, his right arm was broken, sitting in the snow, he was extremely stiff and didn't make a sound, he should be the Fengdao cultist.

Zhao Layue glanced twice, then looked at the white-haired Kunlun School master, and asked, Your name?

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Practitioners who can penetrate deep into the abdomen of the snow field must have extraordinary strength, and no one is an idiot.

Especially seeing the scene of Zhao Layue walking out of the snow cliff, everyone knows that she must not be an ordinary practitioner, I'm afraid there is a lot of origin.

The Kunlun sect master narrowed his eyes slightly, noticed the remaining sword intent in Xueya's breach, his mind was slightly trembling, but his expression didn't change at all, and asked, A fellow Taoist from the Qingshan sect?

Zhao Layue didn't answer his question, looked at him and asked again: Your name.

The eyes of the Kunlun sect master narrowed even more, his eyes fell on her short hair like weeds, and he asked in surprise: Dare to ask, but the master of Shenmo Peak is in person? This old man is the elder of Kunlun, Peng Si, so be polite.

Hearing this sentence, those practitioners were very surprised. They all looked at Zhao Layue, thinking that this genius who was very famous a hundred years ago had not been in seclusion all the time? Why did it suddenly appear in the snow field?

The Kunlun faction elder named Peng Si got rid of the shock, calmed down a bit, and said, Since it is the Lord Shenmo who came forward, today's matter will be nothing more than that.

When he first discovered that this woman was a strong person from the Green Mountain Sect, he was most worried that she was the master of Qingrong Peak, Nan Wang. Now that she knew that she was Zhao Layue, all fear disappeared.

Before Zhao Layue retreated, she was in the upper realm of the wild, and her talent was indeed amazing, but even if she retreated for a hundred years, she was still far inferior to herself in terms of how far she could cultivate.

Of course, he didn't want to offend the Qingshan Sect either, so after confessing this scene, he stood up with his sword and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, there was a light rubbing sound.

Countless flying snow danced wildly, and a bright red appeared in the middle, fluttering like a ribbon.

That was the sword light of Firth Sword, and it was also blood.

The right arm of the Kunlun Patriarch left his body and flew towards the sky.

With a scream, he didn't even care about fighting back, and fled towards the sky.

Zhao Layue pointed.

Countless sharp sword intents pierced through the air.

The elder of the Kunlun sect shook twice, fell from the flying sword, and fell heavily on the snow, losing his breath.

Numerous holes appeared on his body.

Blood was constantly overflowing from those holes, and there were also some extremely dark spots of light, presumably they should be fragments of Sword Demon.

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(I especially like your name. I like the kind of reunion after life and death, the love of staggered time, untouchable lovers finally standing in the same time bubble. I like the sweet and sour taste of love. I recommended this star from the earth a few days ago, but I don’t know why it didn’t show up in the update. I recommend it here again. I have already recommended it to many friends around me. It’s so sweet... Just like when I chatted with WEID, the middle-aged uncle’s hobbies are always so clear.)