The Path Toward Heaven

People around Tianguang Peak also saw this scene.

The sparks in Hidden Peak faded away one by one.

In the pale sky, the white seemed to melt into it.

That touch of red is falling.

At this time, Yuan Gui slowly closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to see the last scene.

The picture of Yinfeng also disappeared. People didn't see Taiping Daoist falling to the ground, but they knew the ending.

The real Taiping lost.

Even if he wasn't dead at this time, he wouldn't be able to last for too long.

An extremely complicated atmosphere lingers on the top of Tianguang Peak.

The people in Qingshan were silent, and they didn't even want to look at each other. Their eyes were like messy sword lights, facing everywhere in the world.

Because their mood is also extremely chaotic at this time.

Is that the end?

A little sad.

Some nothingness.

A little dazed.

Patriarch Taiping died, the world returned to peace, the Green Mountain Formation was gone, and after the Master Master ascended... what should we do?

Zhao Layue looked at the two real people Tan Bai on the cloud, wondering if she was also thinking about this question.

I know what fellow daoists are thinking.

Tan Zhenren sounded with a bit of exclamation: But it's not too early to think about it? How could Taiping Zhenren give up so easily? Even if his opponent today is Jingyang Zhenren.

The cloud and mist around him didn't respond, and the voice of the master of Shuiyue Temple came out through the green curtain: Yes, in my opinion, today's matter is still early.

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The Chengtian sword was turned into pieces.

The Castle Peak Sword Formation was also shattered.

Just like what Taiping Daoist said, many Qingshan disciples were sad, helpless and even angry for various reasons, but what was really sad was actually the swords that made up the Qingshan Sword Formation.

The cloud and mist on the top of Yunxing Peak gathered again, and countless flying swords were flying aimlessly and slowly in the cloud and mist, making a low and deep sword sound of unknown meaning, like a sob.

Countless flying swords are no longer divided into two camps to face each other as before, just like a group of children who have lost their homes, comforting each other pitifully and feeling sad together.

Ping Yongjia woke up at some point, felt the disappearance of the Green Mountain Sword Formation, looked at those flying swords in the clouds, and felt so sad for some reason, her nose sore that she almost cried out.

Don't be sad, aren't you still here? He greeted Mantian Feijian: Come here, come here, don't get lost.

The sword sounded again, and countless flying swords pierced through the air, surrounding him like a group of bitter children who had found their home.

Ping Yongjia laughed happily and said, Isn't this very good?

He suddenly felt something, and looked towards the northeast in a daze.

Something is approaching Qingshan at an unimaginable speed.

Even Furth Sword couldn't be so fast.

To his dismay, that thing seemed to have no real form or existence, giving off an ethereal feeling.

What made him feel even more bewildered was that the Castle Peak Sword Formation was gone, why could he feel this?

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More than ten cracks appeared on the meadow.

Daoist Taiping stood in the middle of the crack.

A red dress is particularly eye-catching in the blue mountains.

At this time, he didn't know whether it was the prey of the spider web or the spider itself.

Jing Jiu fell from the sky, and more than a dozen extremely bright sword lights appeared between his white clothes and black hair.

Daoist Taiping said with emotion: This is the sword technique that you and him discussed together?

Jing Jiu said, It's called the Nether Immortal Sword.

Daoist Taiping raised his sleeves and gently wiped the corners of his lips.

The blood color into the red clothes, can not be distinguished.

Back then, I thought that Xihai's sword was Liu Ci's ability. I didn't expect you to have gone so far in the way of swordsmanship.

Senior Brother, there is something I have never told you. Jing Jiu said, Your cultivation talent is not as good as mine. Without Qingshan, you cannot be my opponent.

Daoist Taiping was silent for a while, and said: It seems to be true today, but you should know that my story will not end like this.

In the long thousand years of cultivation career, he has failed countless times, such as fighting for the head of Qingshan more than 700 years ago, such as entering the underworld for the first time, and many more, but losing does not mean the end. He is like a demon with an immortal heart.

Among his countless failures in the past, the real catastrophe happened on the bank of the West Sea. It was the catastrophe induced by the Zhongzhou sect with the fairy talisman, but it was blocked by Liu Ci.

We are all people who are afraid of death, or people who don't like death, and there will always be a lot of back roads, such as Thunder Soul Wood, such as Wan Wu Yi.

Jing Jiu said: But this is Hidden Peak, you can't go out, so how can you set foot on that road?

I like to eat hot pot, and you like to open the window to watch the snow, but we all have a clear purpose in doing things, and we never do meaningless things.

Master Taiping looked at him and said: When you were sleeping in Chaoge City, Qing'er and I walked together for a long time, you should be very clear about my intentions.

Emergence is not complete, and you may suffer catastrophe at any time. You want to find the Qingtian Mirror so that you can hide in it. Jing Jiu said: But she knows what you think, so she can't tell you.

Little girls like this are always easy to deceive, not to mention I have spent decades.

Master Taiping smiled and said, Otherwise, why would I just land here?

This is a very ordinary mountain in Yinfeng, except for the fresh grass, there is nothing special about it.

But since this is the place he deliberately chose, it naturally has deep meaning.

Daoist Taiping raised his foot and stepped on the grass.

The cracks in the meadow deepened, and wildflowers grew out of the black soil.

Many years ago, he asked Ah Piao to help Fang Jingtian break through the situation, and a mountain was full of flowers.

Jing Jiu reached the sky in Chaoge City, and there were also wild flowers blooming.

Among the blooming wild flowers, there is an ancient blue bronze mirror.

It is Qingtian Jian.

Qingtian Jian hid in the hidden peak for a while before.

Jing Jiu said, I didn't expect her to be released again.

The real person Taiping said: She refused to tell you the location of Qingtianjian because she felt that you were not trustworthy. She still chose to put Qingtianjian in the hidden peak because she felt that she dared not trust anyone except you.

This sentence is a bit complicated, Jing Jiu understands it.

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When Qing'er came to Yinfeng with the red feather in her mouth, what she saw was Jing Jiu standing next to the Qingtian Jian, saying repeatedly: What's going on? How do you know that I put the Qingtian Jian here? Xiaohong... No, what about Taiping? Did he die? Turned into rain or light?

Jing Jiu reached out to catch the feather that fell from the bird's beak, and said, He has entered the Qingtianjian.

Qing'er is the spirit of Qingtian Jian, who was born to hide in the world, and is a natural spirit body, who can ignore any barriers and go anywhere he wants, including Yinfeng.

She managed to catch this feather in the strong wind of a cottage, and was about to help those scholars, when she felt that someone had touched the Qingtian Jian, and flew over quickly.

Hearing Jing Jiu's words, she was startled, and asked, You let him in?

Jing Jiu said, No.

Qing'er was a little annoyed and said, You shouldn't have found Qing Tian Jian, it's better now.

Jing Jiu said, He found the Qingtianjian, and this is the way out he prepared for himself.

Qing'er was a little dazed, and said, I never told him.

Jing Jiu said, You always lose your mind for a moment, but he will connect both minds.

At this moment, Qing'er recalled many scenes.

Two birds go up to the blue sky.

drink wine.

travel together.

Black awning boat.

The river is full of stars.

She was silent for a while, and said: After he emerged, he is a spirit body, and he can live in the Qingtian Jian like a soul. I can't find him...even if I can find him, there is nothing I can do about him, unless I destroy the Qingtian Jian. This is a question he gave you. If you oppose him destroying the world, are you willing to destroy the world just to kill him?

Jing Jiu said calmly, I will go in and find him.

Qing'er lowered his head and said: It will take many years. This is the second question he asked you. Do you want to stay here and ascend, or give up ascending and go find him?

Jing Jiu said, I will go in, but I won't give up on ascension, because I won't use it for too long.

Qing'er raised his head, looked puzzled and said: Why did you take the risk? You locked him in the Sword Prison before and didn't kill him. This time it's different. Isn't Qingtianjian just a bigger Sword Prison?

Jing Jiu glanced at the sky and said, There will be a very troublesome matter, and I must solve his problem before that, otherwise my heart will not be calm.

Qing'er was very surprised, and even more puzzled, thinking what could be more troublesome than Daoist Taiping's destruction of the world, or the war between you two brothers?

Jing Jiu didn't explain anything to her, and sat down beside Qingtianjian.

Thanks.

After saying these two words, he closed his eyes.

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The scenery in Qingtianjian is the same as before. The world has changed a bit, but not too much. It is still those countries, those rivers, and those people.

Jing Jiu has lived in Qingtianjian for many years, although most of the time he lived in seclusion in the Chu Palace and the mountain, but apart from Qing'er, there is no one who is more familiar with this place than him. He brushed off the light and dust particles on his body, pushed open the door and walked out, and saw the old man with white hair.

The territory and people of the old Chu State are still attached to Zhao State, and they just govern themselves. The former Eldest Master Zhang is now a highly respected Elder Master Zhang. Even if the Zhao Kingdom Palace wants to make any orders, they have to ask his opinion first. Apart from the legacy of his father, Grand Scholar Zhang, the more important reason is of course his relationship with Jing Jiu.

The Zhang family moved back to the capital many years ago, occupying an entire street in the north of the city. His children and grandchildren are all officials in the court, but he feels that life is not very interesting. Suddenly seeing Jing Jiu coming out of the room, he jumped up from the bamboo chair, not trembling at all, and exclaimed in surprise, Your Majesty, you are back again? How long are you going to stay this time?

Jing Jiu glanced at the floating clouds in the sky, and said, Come to do something, and leave soon.

Mr. Zhang was a little disappointed, he didn't dare to say anything, stood beside him and kept rubbing his hands, and suddenly asked a little puzzled: Your Majesty, why did your face change?

Jing Jiu walked to the well in the courtyard and looked in, only to see a childish face with a bun on the calm water surface.

For some reason, after coming to Qingtianjian, he became a handsome young Taoist priest.

Looking at that long-lost face, Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and asked, Then why do you still recognize me?

Mr. Zhang said with a smile: Don't say that you just changed your face, your majesty, you will be transformed into... I am!

Jing Jiu rose against the wind and soon disappeared into the twilight.

In front of him, there was a blood-colored feather fluttering non-stop, as if guiding him in the direction.

It didn't take long before he came to a mountain.

There is a Taoist temple deep in the mountain.

In front of the gate of the Taoist temple, there was a young Taoist priest sweeping the floor with a bamboo broom in his hand.

This young Taoist priest was born with delicate features, and gave people a very kind feeling.

The blood-colored feather slowly fell.

Jing Jiu reached out to catch it, and saluted the young Taoist priest, I've met senior brother.

The young Taoist was a little dazed and said, Have we met before?

Jing Jiu looked at him quietly and said, This story is too long, I don't want to tell it again, let's end it before the sun goes down.