The Path Toward Heaven

The strong wind at Jianfeng continued, causing Tie Ying to fly further away, but it did not dispel the thick clouds.

Ping Yongjia sat on the ground with her eyes closed, breathing gently and peacefully, as if she had fallen asleep, but her right hand was still pointing to the east, as if she was telling the world—look, how bright the sun is!

There were friction sounds and rolling sand and rocks everywhere between the cliffs, and countless swords flew out again, hovering in the surrounding sky, as if they were forming an array.

Zhao Layue knew that this was not the reappearance of the Qingshan Sword Formation, it could only be regarded as a prototype.

Qing'er looked at her and said: With his temperament, he can patiently explain to you for so long at such a critical moment. It seems that you are really different to him.

Zhao Layue didn't speak, and looked at the sword cave on the cliff of Liangwang Peak silently, with a dazed expression.

The gust of wind gradually calmed down, and the sword peak was illuminated by several sword lights.

Nan Wang, Master Guangyuan and the three elders who came out from Yinfeng fell in the mountains.

They didn't speak, and they didn't even get close to the place where Ping Yongjia was sitting. They each chose a cliff and sat down, which is what the Dharma protector meant.

A thin thread emerged from the cloud and gradually wove into something like a snowball, which landed in Zhao Layue's arms with incomparable precision.

Zhao Layue gently patted its head.

Ah Da rubbed her to express his comfort, and told her that the so-called scourge lived for thousands of years, and it would be very difficult for that guy to die.

The strong wind suddenly blew up again, and the clouds and mist were swept up, heading towards the sky.

The corpse dog appeared above the sea of ​​clouds, looking at the world with extremely cold eyes.

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There is a long distance between Qingshan and the East China Sea, even the fastest Furth Sword cannot reach it quickly.

But today's sword light is special after all.

Not long after the cliff of Liangwang Peak was pierced, the sword light illuminated the cliff by the East China Sea and the dark well.

The sword light fell among the frosty grass, and Jing Jiu's figure appeared in the lightness of his clothes.

A Piao was very surprised, thinking to herself, sir, you asked me to come here, why did you chase after me, is there anything else you want to explain?

Where's Cao Yuan? Jing Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

Since he has made such an important decision and paid such a high price, he wants to completely control the whole situation, and he doesn't like this kind of accident very much.

The Saber Saint has entered the dark world. Tong Yan said.

Jing Jiu looked at him and asked, No success?

Tong Yan said: The realm of the underworld master is too high...

Jing Jiu didn't have time to listen to his explanation, so he stretched out his hand and said, Give me the clock.

Jing Yunzhong is the magic weapon that Tan Zhenzhen carries with him, and the reason why it appears in Tong Yan's hands is naturally because of the agreement reached between Jing Jiu and Tan Zhenren.

Tong Yan was silent for a while, then took out Jing Yunzhong and put it in his hand.

Looking at this scene, Ah Piao felt a little unlucky, but dared not say anything.

Jing Jiu looked at the small sedan chair with the green curtain, and said, Junior Sister, please suppress it here.

I don't know when he started to be very polite to the people of Suigetsuan.

From the small sedan chair with the green curtain came the calm voice of the Master of Shuiyue Temple: You go.

Buzz.

Jing Jiu disappeared from the spot.

That sword light went to the East China Sea.

The sea breeze blew, and the frost grass broke again.

The green-curtained sedan floated up and hovered above the Tongtianjing.

Countless branches of tiny peach blossoms bloomed on the blue curtain, exuding an extremely fresh breath, like strands of silk, sealing the passage.

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There are countless huge waves in the depths of the sea, as if it has become a river, rushing towards somewhere.

The place where the endless sea water goes is the great vortex. Accompanied by the loud bang, the blue and transparent water wall keeps collapsing and falls into the endless abyss.

The blue sea was illuminated by a bright sword light, the giant rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and when he saw Jing Jiu looming in the waves, he couldn't help opening his mouth wide, with an incredible expression on his simple and honest face, thinking how did you come so fast, and more importantly, why did you come?

He hasn't seen him for hundreds of years, but he will never forget what kind of person this friend is.

Jing Jiu looked at the countless drops of blood in the sky, felt the ominous aura within, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.

This morning, he raised his eyebrows more times than he raised his eyebrows in his long life combined.

The Heavenly Killing Formation is indeed extremely powerful and terrifying, especially after using the fire carp blood as a sacrifice, it has the real ability to destroy the world.

But still can't stop the sword of everything.

The sword light illuminated the sea surface, and together with the last morning light, it passed through countless waves, tore through the sky-killing formation like paper, and came to the center of the maelstrom.

Jing Jiu stood among the mist in the sky, watched the sea water pouring down towards the underworld, raised his eyebrows again, flipped his right hand and took out the blue sky mirror.

The rising sun is brighter than before, and the sunlight reflects on the blue sky mirror to form a bright beam of light. There are extremely complicated patterns around the beam of light. If you look carefully, you can find that the so-called patterns are actually composed of very small scriptures and spells.

If Chanzi were here at this time, he would find that he was using the technique of Zen mirror that he was best at, and there was also the aura of mirror division technique of the mirror sect in it, which made his realm even more sublime.

The beam of light shot out by the Qingtian Mirror, with the scriptures and spells flowing slowly around it, shone into the deepest part of the Heavenly Killing Formation.

Those blood beads condensed with the bloody aura of monster beasts suddenly melted when they met the beam of light.

In the depths of the Heavenly Killing Formation, there was a very dark flame, which was erratic, and was suddenly illuminated by that beam of light, and couldn't move immediately.

After a while, the dark flame returned along the beam of light, and was collected by him into the blue sky mirror.

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The world in Qingtianjian is as usual, there is no extra skyfire.

There were many people on the street, the sound of sticks in the yamen was like thunder, and the robbers were watching from afar in the mountains. The husband's face was stained with tears. Zhang's house was full of exclamations, and then the crying was loud. While crying, several wives secretly looked at the Yongquan Well, thinking that the old man started vomiting blood. What's the use of this well water with blood in it?

Old Mr. Zhang was breathing very weakly, but his hands were still digging at the edge of the well, refusing to be helped away, staring into the well.

The blood he spit out ran down the side of the well, and soon he couldn't see it, but he knew that the blood had melted into the well water.

The blood gradually drifted away in the clear well water, and gradually gathered together, forming a ball, and then gradually produced some protrusions. One of the protrusions trembled slightly, and some fine lines appeared on the surface, which looked a bit like fish fins!

With the passage of time, the shape of the ball of blood became more and more clear, and it turned into a red carp!

Mrs. Zhang's frail body got a strong force from nowhere, he stood up straight suddenly, and shouted sharply: Fill this fish!

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The red carp was picked up, and then carefully put into a golden basin.

Mrs. Zhang entered the ancestral hall with the golden basin in his hands, and closed the door, strictly forbidding anyone to peep, even his beloved little granddaughter.

The periphery of the ancestral hall was full of people. The descendants of the Zhang family looked at the closed wooden door of the ancestral hall with extremely solemn expressions, wondering what happened?

The few ladies who were still worried that the well water would no longer be used gathered together in the corner and whispered, and they could faintly hear the words of evil spirits and ominous things.

Mrs. Zhang was already exhausted after all the tossing. Sitting on the ground in front of the incense table, looking at the red carp in the golden basin, his face was full of nervousness.

The red carp was very listless, its body tilted from time to time, and its mouth was spitting, as if it might die at any moment.

Old man, is that you? Old Master Zhang asked with a trembling voice.

Who else can it be if it's not me... The red carp said weakly, I said, are you going to wash your hands with my bath water? So frugal?

Mrs. Zhang said blankly, What do you mean?

Red Carp's voice was full of annoyance and helplessness: Don't say it's a golden pot, even if it's a real cornucopia, it's too small!

Its weak tail suddenly touched the wall of the basin, its lips suddenly became round, and it screamed: Fuck...it hurts! Change me to a bigger place!

Mrs. Zhang quickly got up and pushed open the door of the ancestral hall, shouting loudly: Bring over the bucket I used for bathing...then who...dig a pond in the yard!

Everyone heard the carp's cry of pain just now, and their faces turned pale with fright.

At this time, listening to the old man's orders, he didn't dare to stay, so he quickly took the opportunity to run out.

The door of the shrine is open.

The gold basin is below, the incense table is above, and the green smoke is slowly.

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Aga!

The giant's voice came from outside the Heavenly Killing Formation, like thunder.

Jing Jiu knew that he was reminding himself that the scope of this Heavenly Killing Formation was too large, and it would take too long to melt it with Buddha's light.

Then use the sword light.

The sea waves suddenly calmed down, and an extremely bright sword light traveled between the sea water at an unimaginable speed, drawing countless lines in the sky.

Countless thin holes appeared on the blue water wall, like a sandy beach after the rain.

The countless blood beads that covered the sky shattered one by one, bursting into flowers, and then purified by the sword light.

No matter how grand things are, they are composed of countless details, and that sword light is best at cutting off the connection between all the details in the world.

The sword light traveled between the sky and the sea, and it was impossible to see clearly with the naked eye.

The incomparably terrifying and powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, gradually ceased to operate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then gradually dissipated from the edge.

In fact, it didn't take long, but for the unimaginably fast sword light itself, it was an extremely long period of time.

When the speed reaches a certain level, the rules of heaven and earth will undergo some miraculous changes.

At this time, in Jing Jiu's eyes, the morning light on the sea seems to have become a fragmented existence, which seems to have length and a strange beauty.

He looked at the morning light and felt a little strange.

Brother likes to destroy the world, and you like to save the world... But this kind of thing is so tiring, what's the point?