The Path Toward Heaven

The Styx River is not human water, and those traces dissipate very quickly, as is the fragrance of white lotus.

The sword light disappeared in the dark night sky, Jing Jiu's figure emerged, and he looked towards the dim surroundings.

He hasn't been to the underworld, he doesn't know the specific locations of those passages, but he knows how to return to the world, but there are many passages from the underworld to the world, and the most important are as many as ten. Where will Bai Yuan go? Is it the Thousands of Miles Gallery or the other two great whirlpools?

He opened his palm subconsciously, but nothing appeared, only to remember that Han Chan had gone to the outside world with Xue Ji.

Several invisible mosquitoes left the palm and flew towards the sky. A bright light flashed in his eyes, and after determining the position, they were put back in.

There is an abyss between the underworld and the earth, there are space debris, and there are hard cliffs like floating islands.

The light of the sword flickered. He appeared in front of a cliff, looking at the layer of transparent, glass-like things, and frowned slightly.

This is the bottom of the town's magic prison, the strongest barrier in the world, but for him now, nothing can be broken.

The reason why he frowned was not because it was difficult, but because he didn't like it.

With a light buzz, there was a thin scar that was almost invisible on the transparent glass.

Except for those invisible mosquitoes, only that sword light can pass through.

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Chaoyang has risen and Chaoge City wakes from a deep sleep.

After more than a hundred years of wind and rain baptism, Taichang Temple is not as blunt as it was after rebuilding, and it has a bit more historical vicissitudes. The slab passageway from the backyard to the town's magic prison is full of heavy ruts. The purple wildflowers in the garden are very good. For some reason, they have never been picked.

The breeze was blowing, and the sword light illuminated the dark eaves of Taichang Temple, as if the dead dragon was about to wake up.

Jing Jiu stood between the purple wild flowers, and naturally remembered the years in the town's magic prison, and the friend.

With the breeze blowing, the sword light was walking in Chaoge City, extremely dark, and could not be seen at all.

Jianguang floated past the well house where a begonia tree was once planted, opposite the house where the Jingjue Temple was relocated, and the restaurant where Taiping real people once drank tea.

Of course there is that imperial city.

This is where he was born, and where he slept for many years. Many stories have happened here, and many people live here.

The queen mother-in-law sat at the window and looked at the zen character on the wall, her expression was a little stunned.

Gu Pan stood on the city wall and stared at the bustling Chaoge City. The frost on the horns was extremely bright, and his eyes were extremely calm. He seemed to be admiring the world he was protecting.

On the street outside the Old Plum Garden, those stall stalls greeted each other, rubbing their sleepy faces, and preparing to start their money-deceiving career today.

The steam in the shop had already dissipated, and the last half-cage beef buns rested calmly on the case. The surface of the buns was filled with **** soup and looked extremely greasy.

A little beggar across the street watched the beef buns and kept swallowing.

In the spring day, according to Chaoge City, everything is so peaceful and beautiful, and of course there are ugliness, as usual.

Some people know that something happened over Qingshan yesterday. Some people saw the strange twilight of yesterday. But they did not know that the world was being destroyed.

Jing Yao and the court ambassador were still on their way back. Gu Qing did not return to Chaoge City because he came too fast.

Last night when he asked Gu Qing to leave Qingshan and rush back to Chaoge City, at least at that time, he hadn't thought about saving the world by himself.

Jian Guang walked through the city of Chaoge, Jing Jiu saw these pictures, at the same time, he seemed to see a lot of pictures in time fragments, and then thought about many things.

Zhao Layue couldn't figure out why he was willing to take such a big risk to save the world, and it was difficult for him to make it clear, probably related to cause and effect.

In order to explain these reasons clearly, he needs to think again. Of course, he doesn't need to think that he also knows that he wants to do this, that's enough.

After counting the interest, Jing Jiu finished watching the entire Chaoge City and confirmed that Bai Zhenren was not here.

In such a short period of time, he can think about so many things and make so many memories, or because the sword is too fast.

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There is a chessboard mountain outside the Chaoge city, and a small pavilion in the mountain has long been sealed by the court. In the hearts of practitioners and chess masters, this pavilion is a holy place.

There is a chess board in the pavilion. The black and white chess pieces on the board seem to be against the two armies. In the process, there are countless sharps, even wind and thunder.

Suddenly, those black and white pawns on the chessboard were illuminated by a sword, and suddenly became vivid, as if to live.

That sword light passed through countless green trees, leaving countless fallen leaves, heading northeast, and soon disappeared into the sky.

When Jianguang reappeared, he had reached the Qianli corridor.

After a day and a night, the wind here is no longer so terrible, but still roars like a knife.

There were cracks all over the wall of the inn, and many wooden boards even cracked directly. The green trees beside the road had already fallen to the ground and looked extremely bleak.

Jianguang didn't stop at the inn, followed the wind directly into the depths of the Qianli wind corridor, and stopped by the lotus pond.

"I've been here before ..."

Jing Jiu stared silently at those broken lotus leaves on the lake.

Everything seems calm and calm, but in fact there is a hidden current at the bottom of the lake, and it is not a current, it is still a current.

He seemed calm, but his eyes were exhausted and tired.

His white clothes were swayed by the wind, like a flag shot by countless arrows on the battlefield.

After leaving Qingshan, he went to the Tongtian well by the East China Sea, went to the depths of the sea, went to the underworld, killed the high priest, beheaded the mage, and finally returned to the world and glanced at Chaoge City. It was only then that he stopped for the first time.

In fact, it took him only half an hour to do all this.

This is something that has never happened in Chaotian Continent.

Jianguang of the night Liu Ci was not as good as that.

This is a real miracle.

At this point, no matter how terrible he is, he will be exhausted, and he needs to rest for a while.

Jing Jiu walked on the lake, covered with dust, like the fairy who returned after countless years.

Breaking the load slightly, the water waves moving slightly, Mo Yuan in the distance leaned out his head, saluting respectfully to him.

Even walking was extremely fast. It didn't take long for him to come to the end of the Qianli wind corridor. He saw the stone mountain that was more torn than his clothes, and saw a stone that was more tired than himself around the stone mountain. Fast scholars.

And the saint who was bathed in blood.

Bu Qiuxiao's blood never stopped, and even if he occasionally coagulated, he would be resected by himself.

Because only the blood of a saint can seal this passage to the underworld.

But at this time his blood was too much.

Those blood had a golden luster, which was somewhat similar to Xianqi, except that the blood in that stone mountain was already dim, and the golden luster was almost invisible.

At such times, naturally there is no time for chill, let alone congratulations.

Jing Jiu asked, "Why is she so fast?"

"The heavens and the earth with blessings of blessings are faster than you, but also fast."

Bu Qiuxiao looked at Yiyun's already cold body not far away and said, "She attacked me and hurt me, but I can still hold it for a while."

Jing Jiu followed his eyes and saw the bodies of more than a dozen scholars from Maozhai. After a moment of silence, he said, "You may have two more hours."

Bu Qiuxiao looked at his face and asked, "Can you hold it up?"

Jing Jiu said, "It should be possible."

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The entire Chaotian continent, or even the entire heaven and earth, should have reached an impasse at this time.

To use heaven and earth as a furnace is truly a peerless method.

The truly powerful people who can change the current situation are unable to leave where they are because of their own reasons. Bu Qiuxiao couldn't leave the Qianli Corridor, giants couldn't leave the Great Vortex, Cao Yuan could not leave the underworld, and Qinglian Xiaojia could not leave the Tongtianjing, because they wanted to keep the world alive.

But how long can they last? The key question is, how long can Jing Jiu survive?

The first thing Bai Zhenren did when he returned to the world was to go to Yi Mao Zhai, which severely injured Bu Qiuxiao, a newly born saint, and then disappeared into the world.

Obviously, she just had to wait for Jing Jiu to hold on, and the peerless powerhouses couldn't hold on.

If Jing Jiu didn't want to turn around, he must find her in these two hours and kill her.

The question is where is Bai Zhenren at this time?

The sword light illuminates the lotus flowers on the lake, the blood stains in the stone mountains, the eyes of the scholars in Maozhai, and then the clouds and mist that linger in Yunmeng Mountain all year round.

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The cloud boat sent by Zhongzhou is still on the way.

Because of Tong Yan's sake, Jing Jiu and Liu Ci once entered the Yunmeng battle.

Even without these prerequisites, what kind of formations can block this sword light now?

It's impossible to kill the whole world, and Yunmeng can't do it naturally.

The cloud subsided slightly, and then a tiny hole was created.

Immediately afterwards, a tree on a high platform in a valley broke, and the stream also broke. A crack appeared on the ground, and it went deep into the sky. I didn't know where.

This is the deepest part of the ground and the deepest part of the Yunmeng Formation. It has the darkest night, but the most beautiful starry sky, as if it can reach the fairyland from the earth.

In the faint mist, there is a huge figure, exuding unimaginable coercion.

"Jingyang! You are too arrogant!"

A thunderous roar shattered all the mist.

Kirin finally revealed his true body.

It is difficult to describe in words.

If the corpse dog is like a black stone mountain, the unicorn is like that black mountain covered with colorful puppets, and inlaid with all kinds of precious stones, bright people, full of vitality, daunting, yet It feels extremely ugly and disgusting.

But whether it is beautiful or ugly, after all, it is the oldest life in the heavenly continent, the highest-level beast, possessing earth-shaking power.

Looking at the world ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There is really no one who dare to say is its opponent except the Snow Queen. The corpse dog can be a shock to it, also because the corpse dog fights even less.

Jing Ji looked at it without any vigilance, and calmly asked, "Where is Bai Yuan?"

Kirin said angrily, "How do I know?"

Jing Jiu said, "If she knew I was going to kill you, would she show up?"

Kirin is like hearing the most ridiculous words in the world, and laughing: "Even if you are one thing, can you easily kill me? Don't forget that I am a real beast! My true state of mind, you have never seen Have you been here and thought it would be great soon? Hahahaha ... "

Its laughter suddenly came to an abrupt end, and a look of wonder and anger suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Jing Jiu did not know when he opened his right hand, and there was an ancient bell in his palm.

Jing Yunzhong.