The Path Toward Heaven

A flute sounded at the top of the peak.

The wind and rain suddenly became silent.

The airflow from those flute holes was all swords, which blocked Zhao Layue's palm with extreme accuracy and without omission.

Immediately afterwards, more sword intent emanated from the bone flute and slashed towards Zhao Layue's body.

Countless crisp sword sounds resounded.

Both Daoist Taiping and Zhao Layue didn't use swords, but it seemed as if countless flying swords were colliding with each other.

In an instant, more than ten cracks appeared on Zhao Layue's body.

Blood hadn't had time to spill from those wounds.

A few strands of black hair that had been chopped off by the sword intent were still floating in front of his eyes.

Death should come sooner.

But it was worth it, the strong people in Qingshan won a chance for her, and now she has won a chance for Jing Jiu.

Papapapapa, dense soft bursting sounds, it was the raindrops falling from the sky being crushed by a figure.

The Nether Immortal Sword is indeed the fastest, most ghostly, and can be said to be the most fairy-like sword technique and movement technique in the world.

Jing Jiu appeared in front of Daoist Taiping.

Standing in front of Zhao Layue.

He didn't choose to accept this chance of victory, because it would cost her life in exchange.

For him, this was actually an expected and reasonable choice.

He still put himself at the front, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui at the back, and the rest of them in the back. As for the world, it was at the very back.

The sword intent floating out of the bone flute met his fingers in the heavy rain, and they met countless times in a very short period of time.

Countless tiny rain flowers bloomed between his fingers.

With his arrival, the scope of the Castle Peak Sword Formation narrowed again, sending Zhao Layue flying.

He is very close to Master Taiping, the Chengtian sword is on his body, and he can touch it with his hand.

In no particular order, both hands landed on Chengtian Sword.

At the very beginning, Jing Jiu let go of Chengtian Sword because it was useless to hold it.

At this time, he and Daoist Taiping were holding swords at the same time, but they were forced by the Qingshan sword formation and had no choice but to hold swords.

hum! hum!

The rain splashed out from the place where the two hands were holding the Chengtian Sword, forming two perfectly round spheres without any flaws.

It was like two swarms of wild bees flying in absolutely different directions at the same time.

Those water drops contained the imposing sword intent of the Green Mountain Sword Formation, and fell on the cliff of Tianguang Peak without making any sound, but left a very deep hole.

It was like droplets of hot oil falling into the snow.

The water from Bihu Peak finally came out, galloping among the trees like thousands of wild horses.

The snow on Shangde Peak kept falling, making even more astonishing roars.

The torrential rain was getting worse, the crowing of the monkeys became more mournful, and the unsteady peaks in the distance collapsed one after another.

The cloud was torn open by the sword intent soaring into the sky, and a higher place could be seen clearly. In the distant minefield, those vortexes containing terrifying energy rotate at high speed, reflecting a jewel-like halo between the void and the wind, giving people a feeling of extreme depression and fear.

The Castle Peak Sword Formation is about to be destroyed...

Master Guangyuan withdrew his gaze from looking at the sky, looked at the two figures on the edge of the cliff holding the Chengtian sword tightly, and said with a pale face.

Whether it was those who were still on the peak, or the Qingshan disciples who had taken refuge in the air, their faces were pale at this moment.

At this time, a person who no one thought of stood up.

After crossing the Nanshan Mountain and controlling the sword, he came to the sea of ​​clouds outside Tianguang Peak, and looked at the two figures by the cliff with a resolute look on his face.

He is the first apprentice of the former master Liu Ci Zhenren. He grew up in Qingshan since he was a child, and he has a love and sense of responsibility far beyond his life for this place. He wanted to use his own death to persuade Daoist Taiping and Daoist Master to let go, even if he couldn't interrupt the Qingshan Sword Formation battle, he had done something.

Gu Han, Lin Wuzhi, Yao Songshan and other three generations of disciples guessed his thoughts, their expressions changed slightly, but they followed without hesitation with their swords.

They are going to die for Qingshan.

Let's rest.

Zhuo Rusui looked at the two figures by the cliff, and said weakly: The emperor is the most ruthless, even if you all die in front of them, they will not let go of Chengtian sword.

Gu Han heard that his words were extremely rude to the master, and wanted to reprimand him, but found that he was speechless.

Whether it is Daoist Taiping or Jing Jiu, they are all such people.

How can old guys like them be disturbed by ordinary life and death? Let them play by themselves.

Zhuo Rusui's voice was a little tired, he wiped off the rain on his face, and continued.

The entire Tianguang Peak and even the people in the sky heard his words, and their emotions became more complicated when they looked at the edge of the cliff.

The green hills are so charming, but at this moment they are full of scars, extremely ugly.

Could it be that the Qingshan Sect, which has led the cultivation world for tens of thousands of years, will withdraw from the stage of history because of the most remarkable dispute between the two brothers?

It's so fucking ugly... Zhuo Rusui spat bloody saliva, and shouted loudly at the two figures on the cliff, It's so ugly! You two old ancestors, in front of so many disciples and grandchildren, and in front of so many outsiders, made such ghostly virtues, it's ugly! Can you die far away? Don't drag those monkeys to be buried with you?

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Jing Jiu and Master Taiping didn't pay attention to what Zhuo Rusui was saying. At this moment, they had no one else in their eyes but each other.

Suddenly, the Guancheng pen flew out from the sleeve of Daoist Taiping, dipped in the ink-like rain, and wrote a few lines.

So in addition to each other, these two people had these words in their eyes.

The handwriting was very illegible, but the meaning could barely be read clearly.

Liu Shisui, who was controlled by Liangxintong, saw that the Castle Peak Sword Formation was about to disintegrate and the peaks of the Castle Peak Mountains were about to be destroyed. Somehow, he burst out a powerful spiritual force, controlled the Guancheng Brush, and made the final persuasion.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over from a distance, and there were snow particles in the wind, making it extremely cold.

Even such an urgent torrential rain was blown upside down by the gust of wind, as if the world had turned upside down.

A few bolts of lightning that were about to fall suddenly broke into countless pieces, and just like that, they turned into fragments and disappeared into the rain sky without a sound.

The practitioners in the sky couldn't stand firm in the wind at all, they panicked and hid in all directions, even such big objects as Master Tanbai and Master Shuiyue moved further away, unwilling to fight the wind head-on.

All the stagnant water on the peak was blown up by the strong wind, and Zhuo Rusui, who was still cursing the dead old man, was poured into his belly by the wind, so he couldn't speak.

The cloud was suddenly blown away by the wind, revealing the blue sky, but no one knew where the sun was hiding.

When the terrifying gust of wind disappeared, people knew why the wind was blowing up. It was an unimaginably loud sound that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

People often use rumbling thunder to describe a huge sound. At the most exaggerated time, it may be said that tens of thousands of thunders sounded at the same time, but this huge sound is far beyond this level.

Many Qingshan disciples and practitioners from various sects who were in a lower state were directly stunned and passed out, and fell down the cliff until they were rescued by the teachers in a thrilling manner.

The hut on the top of Tianguang Peak was broken without a trace, and there was even a very small crack on the stone tablet that Yuan Gui was carrying. The most unbelievable thing is that the Qingshan Sword Formation mask covering the two figures on the edge of the cliff... started to tremble uneasy, showing some signs of instability!

Countless lines of sight looked towards the place where the strong wind started.

Shangde Peak is covered with countless snow and ice, just like a snow mountain.

On the top of the snow mountain stood a huge black dog.

The black dog looked at the two figures on the cliffside of Tianguang Peak with extremely indifferent eyes.

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The sky suddenly cleared, the rainstorm disappeared, the blue sky was like porcelain, the sun was still gone, and the green hill formation was gone.

Because the two figures on the edge of the cliff disappeared, and Cheng Tianjian followed them, presumably the Qingshan Sword Formation followed them to other places.

People looked at the Shangde Peak in the distance again, only to find that there was only ten thousand years and today's snow on the top of the peak, and there was no huge black dog, as if the previous scene had never appeared.

But that terrifying gust of wind was just a moment ago, and that unimaginably loud sound seemed to be still reverberating between heaven and earth.

What the hell is that mountain-like black dog?

Most people figured out the answer quickly.

Qingshan Town Watch roared at night.

Only this Qingshan guard, who is powerful and able to confront Qilin head-on, has such power.

When it roars into the sky, even the sun does not dare to appear, so it is called night roar.

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Temporary tranquility was restored to the top of Tianguang Peak, and the muddy water trickled down the cliff along the cracks in the rocks.

Zhuo Rusui woke up, thinking about the words he scolded before, his legs went limp, and he fell into the arms of his senior brother Guo Nanshan, of course it was also because of his serious injuries.

Lu Qing and Yuan Qu's injuries were also serious, but fortunately, their lives were not in danger.

Zhao Layue walked to the edge of the cliff and looked towards Shangde Peak in the distance.

Blood kept pouring out from the tear in the clothes, she didn't even look at it, her thick eyebrows like paint were slightly frowned, looking very worried.

Que Niang landed beside her and asked worriedly, Where did you go, sir and that one?

Jing Jiu and Daoist Taiping would not let go of the Chengtian Sword, it would be like bringing the Qingshan Sword Array by their side. Under such circumstances, it was impossible for them to leave Qingshan, but why did the Qingshan peaks return to calm at this time?

Many Qingshan disciples including Zhao Layue guessed that they should have gone to Yinfeng.

At the beginning, the two battles between Fang Jingtian and Guangyuan Zhenren, Jing Jiu and Fang Jingtian were all fought in Yinfeng.

For some unexplained reason, what happened in Hidden Peak seems to hardly affect other worlds.

Jing Jiu and Daoist Taiping went to Yinfeng, presumably they were inseparable from the sudden appearance of Master Yexiao earlier.

Everyone was looking at the corner of the hidden peak in the distance, and Que Niang didn't know why Zhao Layue was looking at Shangde Peak.

No one noticed that Yuan Gui, who had kept his eyes closed from the beginning to the end, quietly opened them at some point.

Its eyes are opened very small, barely a slit, and it takes a very close distance to understand its eyes, see the sorrow, emotion and anger inside.

——You brothers have always thought that I don't exist, but the dog is so obedient when he gets angry, don't bother me if you have the ability!

The Sword Prison is at the bottom of Shangde Peak, and the people who know that the passage leading to Yinfeng is in the depths of the Sword Prison are the peak masters like Zhao Layue.

But Nan Wang and Master Guangyuan didn't look at Shangde Peak, they stared at a certain place in the sky.

Tan Zhenren stands on a cloud.

Master Bai is in another cloud.

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All stories take place at the bottom of a well.

Back then, Jingyang had a hot pot meal with Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing, and then walked towards Daoist Taiping.

Today he and Daoist Taiping stood under that skylight, holding Chengtian sword tightly in their hands, like two fighting roosters holding worms in their mouths.

What Zhuo Rusui said is absolutely right, this picture is really ugly, completely inconsistent with their identities and their doomed status in the history of practice.

So the dead dog's eyes are also ugly.

It looked down at the pair of senior brothers, its breathing gradually calmed down, there was no strong wind blowing, and the anger in its eyes gradually subsided, but it was by no means as gentle as usual, but extremely firm and powerful.

——No matter what you do or how you fight, you can't destroy Qingshan.

——Aoyama is not yours or yours, but belongs to everyone in Aoyama.

——I am the guardian of Qingshan, and I will guard this place. I will deal with anyone who might destroy it.

Logically speaking, Jing Jiu and Daoist Taiping were carrying a green mountain sword array with them at this time, even if they dared to go to that lonely peak in the snowfield, they should not be threatened by any means, but for some reason, the corpse dog's words really worked, so they came here from the top of Tianguang Peak at the risk of the sword array breaking away.

Master Taiping sighed: What is this? A loyal dog turns over and becomes its master?

Jing Jiu said, I have never been its owner, so you should feel more uncomfortable.

Daoist Taiping walked towards the depths of the Sword Prison.

He held one end of Chengtian Sword.

Jing Jiu took the other end.

He didn't want to let go of Chengtian Sword, so he could only follow.

Seen from a height, they are like two little friends holding each other with sticks, drifting away in the dark passage.

Looking at this scene, the corpse dog's eyes became gentle again, with more sympathy and pity.

The passage in the Sword Prison can accommodate corpse dogs to walk freely in it, which is naturally very lenient for humans.

But the Qingshan sword array was compressed to the extreme by them, and it was at least ten feet in radius, so they could barely pass through it.

It may be because this condition is met that the corpse dog will show up.

Cheng Tianjian exudes a faint sword intent, the truly eerie but terrifying sword intent is hidden in the space around the two of them.

No one can stand among them, nothing can even come near them.

The sword prison was extremely quiet, without any sound, only their footsteps could be heard, and the monsters and demons in the cell seemed to have disappeared.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Master Taiping's left foot turned a few inches to the side when it landed, and there was a soft rubbing sound, and a clear and deep sword mark appeared on the hard stone wall reinforced by countless formations, and metal-like sand rustled down.

The cells on both sides of the passage were still quiet, but they seemed to be able to smell a smell called panic, followed by the faint sound of hard objects hitting, as if some prisoners were trembling in fright.

The prisoners who are eligible to be imprisoned in the Qingshan Sword Prison are either evil figures or fierce monsters from the underworld. I don't know how many creatures have been slaughtered and how much blood they have seen. The reason why they appear so timid at this time is naturally because of those terrifying sword intents.

Who would have thought that Qingshan Sword Formation, the most vicious existence in Chaotian Continent, could actually turn into a real thing and appear in front of their eyes like this?

The prisoners didn't dare to make any sound or move, for fear that they would be cut into pieces by the Qingshan Sword Formation.

Everything is getting more and more afraid.

Taiping Zhenren's left foot deviated from the direction again.

Those sharp sword intents cut through the solid stone wall like paper, allowing a prison cell to appear in front of their eyes.

In that cell was an evil monster with long hair and shawl, blood red eyes, pale face, full of fear.

It was obvious that this evil monster had misunderstood something, thinking that Daoist Taiping and Jing Jiu were here to kill him, so he let out a desperate and crazy cry, and rushed out with his magic skills.

Still silently, like the sun melting snow, the evil demon disappeared in front of Daoist Taiping just like that, and was turned into the tiniest dust particles by the Qingshan Sword Formation, even the blood that was sprayed out was also cut into pieces, filling the passage like fog.

This is your second wrong move. Jing Jiu said.

Daoist Taiping said, It's not important.

It means you're tired, because you're old, even though you're using a ten-year-old body.

Jing Jiu looked at him and said, Back then, how could you work as hard as you do today? Such a lack of beauty, how is it different from the coolies you despise the most?

I don't know when, the hand of Master Taiping holding Chengtian Sword began to tremble slightly.

If you want to do great things, you have to work hard now. Master Taiping turned to look at him and said, Aren't you floating too?

Jing Jiu has completely left the ground, and he has traveled through the sword prison like a breeze.

Neither is easy.

Coming to a certain place, Daoist Taiping stopped and looked at the quiet and narrow passage to the side, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.

Many years ago, he was conspired and seriously injured by Jing Jing, Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing, so he was imprisoned in this cell. The long prison life did not change his disposition and thinking, but after all, he changed many things, such as his arm bone being trained into a sword shaped like a bone flute, such as his aging by more than three hundred years...

That passage is very quiet, without any barriers, even the dust cannot be seen, and the sword intent frozen thousands of miles away is hidden in the wall.

Master Taiping looked at the cell at the end of the passage, and suddenly asked: If you lock the little one here, you won't be afraid that the big one will come to trouble you?

When Jing Jiu brought Xue Ji to Qingshan, Liu Ci gave strict orders, the peaks were as dead as a tomb, no one saw it, but they couldn't hide it from Yinfeng who was on the stone beam at that time.

Jing Jiu didn't answer his question, his eyes fell on his hand, and he said, You really don't want to let it go?

Master Taiping thought of a certain possibility, his expression changed slightly, but he still did not let go of Chengtian Sword.

Jing Jiu looked at the cell at the end of the passage, and said, Then I will trouble you.