The Path Toward Heaven

There was a soft snap.

Ah Da fell to the ground, tilted his right hind leg, and sniffed his body carefully to make sure that there was no smell of saliva before he felt relieved.

When it raised its head and saw the rocky mountain, it couldn't help being startled.

When it came to Hidden Peak to play, it rummaged through this rocky mountain many times, but... when did you change the recipe?

The corpses of these strong men in Qingshan do not have the vitality of heaven and earth, but their flesh, muscles and bones all have sword intent. They want to make up for it, but... this violates the Qingshan sect's rules!

It glanced at the corpse dog faintly, thinking that Yuan Qijing is dead, are you just messing around like this?

The corpse dog really doesn't know how to communicate with each other. Not knowing what the cat was thinking, it walked to the side of the rocky mountain, stretched out its front paws, and dug out a deep hole.

The corpse of a snow country monster was buried in the pit, and just by looking at its appearance, it could be seen that the level was extremely high.

Ah Da walked over to the edge of the pit and took a look, then meowed in disgust.

The corpse dog's eyes were slightly different, thinking that this is a good thing he kept, and this is also disgusting? After thinking about it, he went to another place and dug out another corpse.

This is the corpse of a strong man from the underworld, and all the soul fire has been turned into broken crystals. I don't know how it tastes, but it must be extremely helpful for cultivation.

Ah Da looked at the dead dog with sympathy and pity in his eyes.

Brother is popular in Shenmo Peak, drinks spicy food, and can still step on it... Tsk tsk, you are still eating these things in your life?

The corpse dog gave it a puzzled look.

Ah Da meowed, indicating that he was suddenly no longer hungry.

The corpse dog didn't think too much, lowered its head and ate half of the corpse of the strong man from the underworld, and then carefully buried it back. Of course, he didn't forget to bury the corpse of the snow country monster again.

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Its daybreak.

Then it was dark.

Its daybreak.

Then it was dark again.

Jian Guang stopped.

The hole was dug open.

Then fill in.

Planed again.

Fill again.

It's gone.

The stone stele on the top of Tianguang Peak kept falling dust, but the interval was getting longer and longer.

Some Qingshan disciples left, and then came back again, bringing fruit to the masters.

The immortal masters of Qingshan are naturally not afraid of hunger, but they are afraid of boredom.

Ah Da lay in the mouth of the dead dog, looking at the distant sky through his canine teeth like stone pillars, thinking to himself that since the victory and defeat have been decided, why don't you let me out?

The white clothes fluttered gently, much more vivid than the clouds in the sky.

Jing Jiu landed in the mountains, lowered his body and inserted the bamboo flute in his hand back into the soil.

Thin green branches emerge from the holes of the bamboo flute, grow swaying in the wind, and spread quickly, and then small white flowers bloom in twos and threes, followed by a sea of ​​flowers all over the mountains and plains.

Fang Jingtian was lying in the sea of ​​flowers, panting heavily, without the slightest appearance of immortality, he looked like a seriously ill old man.

Among the strong men of the Green Mountain Sect, Guangyuan Daoist is known for being dull and low-key, but he is the one who is the least like a fairy.

From many years ago, he was like an ordinary rich man, no matter how those two slender silver eyebrows fluttered, they couldn't get rid of the vulgarity on his body.

That kind of vulgarity is not the usual vulgarity, it refers to the homely meaning, and it is the kind of fresh taste related to the world.

From this point of view, Daoist Taiping has taken so many apprentices, he is the one who resembles him the most.

Compared with Guangyuan, Nanwang and other late disciples, he spent a longer time at Shangde Peak and had a deep impression on his master.

It may be because of these reasons that his loyalty to Daoist Taiping far exceeds that of others, and his hatred for Jing Jiu and others is even more profound.

I, Japan, your ancestor. Fang Jingtian looked at Jing Jiu and said.

Jing Jiu said: Even though the sword pill is broken, it doesn't mean that it can't be repaired. I saw someone on the snow field who broke the golden core and repaired it. It should be the same method. Do you want to learn it?

Jing Jiu acted as if he didn't hear it, and continued to speak calmly: Of course, your sword ghost has also suffered a problem, and there are signs of laxity. If you want to recover, it may take more than two hundred years. You should be able to survive until that day.

Let's heal your wounds here in the future, and strive to live. Death is always bad.

Jing Jiu glanced at the sky and said, It won't be long before we will meet again.

Jing Jiu said, No.

After saying this, he left Yinfeng.

When he came to the passage of Sword Prison, he stopped at a certain place, turned around and looked at the cell at the end of the quiet passage on the left, and suddenly sat down cross-legged.

There are countless extremely fierce sword intents hidden in the passage, which he planted many years ago, even he himself couldn't bear it, but the situation has changed now.

In the prison cell, Xue Ji squatted on the bamboo chair, looking at the false ice peak and snow field, knowing his arrival, but didn't turn around.

After an unknown amount of time, she seemed to feel something, a gleam of light flashed in her dark pupils, and she slowly turned to look at the stone door of the cell.

Across the stone door of the prison cell, their eyes met in the air, and countless invisible turbulences emerged.

Jing Jiu and the man in the cell had sat silently like this for several times. During those times, he was always in absolute weakness. Today is a little different.

This should be the first time after Leng Shan met her that he was able to talk to her on an equal footing.

Of course, this is just a gesture of equality, and it doesn't mean that he has the same ability as her.

Xue Ji suddenly beeped twice.

——One hundred years have passed, you have become stronger, I will give you enough respect, since you want to change, then change it.

Jing Jiu said: The bamboo chair has been decayed for a hundred years, why should I exchange the immortal energy in my body?

Xue Ji stopped talking, turned around and looked at the ice peak and snow field that hadn't really changed.

Jing Jiu said, Do me a favor in a few days, and you're also helping yourself.

Xue Ji slowly raised her head to look at the stone wall.

On the top of the stone wall is Shangde Peak.

Above Shangdefeng is the sky.

Where is above the sky?

She beeped twice.

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Take advantage of the sky to go up and out of the well.

Riding on the wind and snow, leaving the peak.

Tianguang Peak is full of people.

Countless lines of sight fell on him.

He left Hidden Peak alone, and the outcome was naturally clear.

The elders and disciples of Xilai Peak looked pale, and the people who supported Fang Jingtian from other peaks also looked extremely ugly.

Daoist Guangyuan was in a complicated mood, but before he had time to ask, Nan Wang preempted him.

You won't really kill him, will you? She stared at Jing Jiu and asked.

Immortal Guangyuan hurriedly said to Nan Wang: Since there is no sense of heaven and earth, senior brother will naturally have no worries about his life.

Nan Wang said: Back then when he broke through the sky in the hidden peak, the sky and the earth didn't sense it. How can you be sure?

Jing Jiu thought it was really annoying, and said, He's not dead.

Fang Jingtian's injury was extremely serious, he was only one step away from death, and he could not recover for hundreds of years, and he could not take a step away from Yinfeng except for flying, which is not much different from death.

Hearing this sentence, Nan Wang didn't say anything more.

Meet the Master Master!

Everyone on the top of Tianguang Peak bowed down, including the elders and disciples of Xilai Peak.

Jing Jiu said something to Zhao Layue, stepped into the air, and flew towards Shenmo Peak.

Yuan Qu was listening to the content of that sentence, and couldn't help being very surprised, wondering if this is really the way to deal with it?

No matter how shocked he was, things had to be done, who made him Zhao Layue's disciple.

As the saying goes, if the teacher has something to do, the disciple will bear it.

Yuan Qu walked up to Jin Sidao, the master of Yunxing Peak, and said seriously: Brother, get ready.

At this time, Jin Sidao was feeling uneasy because Fang Jingtian was defeated by the real master's sword. Hearing this, he frowned and asked, What?

The real master said that day at the Xijian River, the Master of Yunxing Peak will be replaced by Junior Brother Ping Yongjia.

Yuan Qu cleared his throat and said, According to the rules of the sect, you need to make a handover.

Hearing these words, there was an uproar in the room, and Jin Sidao's face was extremely ugly.

A bang came from Shenmo Peak in the distance.

Jing Jiu returned to that lonely mountain peak, the sword formation that isolated the outside world suddenly dissipated, countless sword intents merged with the vitality of heaven and earth, and turned into real mist arrows, heading in all directions. At this time, Shenmo Peak was like setting off countless fireworks, showing off its greatness to the whole world.