The Path Toward Heaven

"It's here."

Jing Jiu swept with the sword, confirming that there was no dangerous breath in the circle of ten miles.

But now he couldn't be completely sure of it-he felt something wrong that day, but didn't find the worm.

Regardless of whether he is a monk or a monster in the snow country, he has very little combat experience.

Yin Qingmo glanced at the sky, took out the star pot and laid it on the ground.

There may be no clouds tonight, she wants to take advantage of this rare opportunity to absorb some starlight.

There are more than ten stars in the star pot, which can help the practitioners to replenish their vitality, but in the past few days, they have never encountered fighting, so there is no need to take them out.

Wu Mingzhong summoned the sword and shield, resting on the snow in the middle.

Lu Jin meditated on the mantra, and a bright yellow flame left his hand, fell on the sword and shield and began to burn, lighting up the darker surroundings.

This flame can burn until tomorrow morning, it can bring some warmth, and it can also bring some danger.

Jing Jiu did not object to him lighting the fire, because he knew that psychological needs were sometimes important.

This is a very practical defensive formation.

The star pot can emit the clear light array method to protect the three at any time, and the sword shield and the open flame can cooperate with one attack and one defense.

Jing Jiu stood outside and didn't mean to sit in.

The three of Yin Qingmo got used to it, and said nothing, closed their eyes, held the spar and started to adjust their breath.

The night was getting darker, the snow clouds were gradually dispersing, the stars fell, and they slowly entered the star pot. I do n’t know how long it will take to integrate a drop.

The farther you go to the depths of the snow field, the less snow clouds there are. This is very different from previous cognitions. I don't know what this means.

Jing Jiu looked at the stars in the night sky, thinking about these things.

He didn't know how Zenzi evaluated himself.

There were several reasons why he didn't want to leave the mountain, but laziness was only one of the reasons. The key was that he didn't feel well.

He has always felt that feeling is the most unreliable statement.

Only when you can't figure out the situation clearly, you will say two words.

Just like he said when playing chess with Tong Yan.

When he felt the word come out of his mouth, it showed that he was not clear about the current situation, which was certainly not a good thing.

In other words, as long as he feels, he feels bad.

Bad things always happen.

Many years ago, my brother told him this.

He stayed on the mountain for another reason.

He wants to determine the position of the remaining nine Aoyama disciples and their team's direction.

In this way, he can infer that once something happens, how can he bring them back in the shortest time.

It has nothing to do with responsibility, it's just something he should have done.

You set up a private house in the village, and take the students out to set foot, you have to stare at the tree by the stream, ready to pick them up, or catch them.

It is not right to say that there is no sense of responsibility at all.

Why shouldn't the nematode appear in the south of the snowy field before his eyes? Why haven't others met?

What's waiting in the depths of the snowfield ahead? The world is about to change?

Yes, he thinks it all has to do with himself.

If you let others know what he thinks at this time, you will certainly feel particularly ridiculous-how can there be such a narcissistic person in the world?

Even if you are the head of the Zhongzhou School or Zen, you are not qualified to say such things.

Jing Jiu didn't think so.

It was he who caused the biggest movement in the world in thousands of years.

The Chaotian continent is okay because he made adequate preparations in advance.

But his friend looked at the sea in a daze all year round, and it changed extremely terribly, even the direction of the great vortex changed.

He doesn't have to come to the snow field, so he doesn't need to think about it. Since he is here, he has to take over.

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...

The night wind is extremely cold, there is no weed on the ground, only snow that does not melt all year round.

Jing Jiu took out the bamboo chair and sat down, took the fetus to his eyes, and observed quietly.

The foggy film was a bit hard and could be seen faintly.

There was no movement in the ovum, but he knew that thing was alive and felt something interesting.

This is a very strange life, and it can survive for such a long time in a place isolated from the air, heaven and earth.

You must know that in Qingshan Township, only Yuan Gui can do this.

Is its vitality really so tenacious, or is this film acting as a protection?

He stretched out his index finger and gently stroked the film, the film cracked like a drum skin, and then dried and shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, exposing the picture inside the fetus.

It was a small, white beetle with six very delicate slender feet, a small skull, and half of it in the body.

Its body shell is translucent, and the simple internal structure can be seen faintly.

The little beetle is stiff, has no breath, and does not have the heartbeat of a human race or a demon. It should be dead.

"survived."

Jing Jiu's consciousness fell on the little beetle.

The little beetle came alive.

Its six fine feet quivered quickly, and it seemed to want to prove in this way that they had worked hard to survive.

Jing Jiu took the little beetle in, took it out later, and found that it was alive, and it became more and more interesting.

He turned his hands.

The little beetle fell to the snow with the cold wind.

It is white with the color of snow, which is difficult to find when mixed.

The little beetle slowly poked out six slender feet and crawled away.

Jingjiu ignored it.

The little beetle stopped at that position, seemed to be judging something, and finally crawled back to the bamboo chair.

Jing Jiu looked towards it.

Feeling his will, the little beetle did not dare to disobey, flipped over, opened his six feet, and exposed his abdomen.

Jing Jiu watched carefully, his gaze constantly moving away from its body and joints.

The little beetle trembled.

It has no spiritual knowledge and is just born, but it feels terrible instinct.

Because the positions of Jing Jiu's sight are all the weakest place in their family.

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Regarding the discussion of the Meihui Dao Battle, the current central figure is Jing Jiu, and even Luo Huainan has been mentioned much less than him.

Not because he far outperformed everyone, but because he did nothing.

It turned out that the death of the Kunlun disciple had nothing to do with him, but it still had some impact.

From Chaoge City to this snowy field north of the Mohai Sea, I don't know how many people are talking about him, of course, he will also mention that the A. elegans should not have appeared.

"Although we haven't encountered A. elegans, here we are gradually approaching the snow country forbidden area, and we may run into trouble at any time."

Bai Zao said: "It may take you a long time to hang the bell to check the enemy on the road afterwards ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It consumes a lot of Lingyuan, can you hold it?"

"I need four hours of rest every day."

"Okay, I'll replace these four hours. I've worked hard for you." Bai Zaowang said to the other side: "In the case of the previous situation, you can slow down the sword a little bit. Make sure Brother Mo completes the control first. Carapace, but with slime, it is difficult to cut off with a single sword. "

"understand."

Aoyama's disciple Su Songshan was originally in this team.

Here is a snowy hill, with black mountain shadows looming ahead, but still a long distance away.

Bai Zai sat, four companions stood around, listening carefully to her strategy.

The breeze was blowing snow, shaking the white veil on her face.

It was cold and snowy, far away from the earth, and did not know where she took the stool.