The Path Toward Heaven

A squeak.

Ada fell to the ground, tilted her right hind leg, sniffed her body carefully, and felt relieved that she had no drool.

When he looked up and saw the stone mountain, he couldn't help but startled.

When it came to Yinfeng to play, it had been picked in this stone mountain many times, but ... when did you change the recipe?

The bodies of these Qingshan strong men have no vitality, but the flesh and bones have sword intentions to keep, want to make up, but ... This is against the rules of Qingshan!

It glanced at the corpse dog quietly, thinking that Yuan Riding Whale is dead, are you just like this?

The dead dog did not know what he was thinking. He didn't know what the cat was thinking. He walked to the side of Stone Mountain, stretched out his front paw, and made a deep hole.

A corpse of a Snow Country monster is buried in the pit. Just looking at the appearance shows that the level is extremely high.

Auntie glanced to the edge of the pit and meowed in disgust.

The corpse dog's eyes are slightly different, thinking that this is a good thing that he keeps, which is also disgusting? After thinking about it, I went to another place and planed another body.

This is a corpse of the underworld strong, all the soul fire turned into broken crystals, I do not know what the taste is, but it will definitely be very helpful to practice.

A Dawang's eyes were full of sympathy and compassion.

Brother who eats incense, drinks spicy food, and can step on ... at the end of God, you still eat these things?

The corpse dog gave him a puzzled look.

A big meow said that he was suddenly not hungry again.

The corpse dog didn't think about it, lowered its head and ate half the body of the underworld strongman, and then carefully buried it back. Of course, it did not forget to bury the body of the snow country monster again.

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...

Its daybreak.

Then it went dark.

Its daybreak.

Then it went dark again.

Jian Guang stopped.

The pit was planed.

Then fill it out.

Plan again.

Fill it again.

Eat up.

The stone monuments at the top of the sky keep falling dust, but the intervals are getting longer and longer.

Some Aoyama disciples left and then returned again to bring fruit to the teachers.

Qingshan fairy teachers are naturally not afraid of hunger, but afraid of boredom.

Ada lie in the mouth of the corpse dog, looking at the distant sky across the stone-like canine teeth, thinking that since the outcome has been divided, why don't you let me go out?

The white clothes fluttered lightly, much more vivid than those clouds in the sky.

Jing Jiu fell between the mountains, and the bamboo flute in his lowered hand was inserted back into the soil.

Thin green branches emerged from the hole of bamboo flute and grew in the wind. They spread quickly, and then small white flowers bloomed in twos and threes, followed by a sea of ​​flowers.

Fang Jingtian lay in the sea of ​​flowers, panting heavily, no longer looked like a fairy bone, looking at him like a seriously ill old man.

Among these strong men in the Qingshan sect, Guangyuan real people are known for their low profile, but it is he who is the least immortal.

From many years ago, he was like an ordinary rich man. No matter how the two slender silver eyebrows fluttered, he could not get rid of the tackiness on his body.

That tackiness is not the usual tackiness, it refers to the homely meaning, the fresh taste related to the world.

From this perspective, Taiping really received so many apprentices, and he was the most like.

Compared with the disciples who started after Guangyuan and Nanwang, he spent more time on Shangdefeng and was very impressed by Master.

It may be for these reasons that his loyalty to the real people of Taiping is far greater than the rest, and his hatred for Jing Jiu et al. Is even more profound.

"I, Sun, your ancestor." Fang Jingtian said looking at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu said: "Although Jian Wan is broken, it does not mean that it cannot be rebuilt. I have seen someone on the snowy field break and rebuild Jin Dan. It should be the same method. Would you like to learn?"

Fang Jingtian said, "I fuck, you, grandma."

Jing Jiu didn't hear it and continued calmly, "Of course, your sword ghost is also out of order. There are signs of disintegration. If you want to recover, it may take more than 200 years. You should be able to survive that day."

Fang Jingtian said, "I fuck, you, mom."

"Here you can heal yourself here. Fighting to live is always bad."

Jingjiu glanced up at the sky and said, "It won't be long before we meet again."

Fang Jingtian gasped twice and said, "I, fuck, you."

Jing Jiu said, "No."

After saying this, he left Yin Feng.

When he came to the sword prison passage, he stopped somewhere, turned to look at the cell at the end of the quiet passage on the left, and sat down cross-legged.

Hidden in the passage are countless powerful swords, which he laid out many years ago, but he could not bear it, but the situation has changed.

In the cell, Xue Ji squatted on a bamboo chair, watching the false ice peaks and snow fields, knowing his arrival, but did not mean to turn around.

I don't know how long it was, she seemed to feel something, a flash of light flashed in the dark pupils, and slowly turned to look at the stone door of the cell.

Across the stone gate of the cell, their sight met in the air, and then they produced countless intangible turbulence.

Jing Jiu and the prisoner who had been sitting so quietly for several times were relatively speechless. In those few times, he has always been absolutely weak, and today is slightly different.

This should be the first time after Leng Shan met her, he was able to talk to her on an equal footing.

Of course, this is only an equal gesture, and it does not mean that he has the same ability as her.

Xueji suddenly made two noises.

A hundred years have passed and you have become stronger. I will give you enough respect. Since you want to change, then change it.

Jing Jiu said, "After a hundred years, the bamboo chair has already decayed. Why should I change the fairy in my body?"

Xueji no longer spoke, turning to look at the truly unchanged ice peak snowfield.

Jing Jiu said, "Help me a few days, and help yourself."

Xueji slowly looked up at the stone wall.

Above the stone wall is Shang Defeng.

Above Defeng is the sky.

Where is the sky?

She snorted twice.

...

...

Go up by the sky and come out of the well.

Rising in the snow and off the peak.

Tianguang Peak is full of people.

Countless eyes fell on him.

He came out of the hidden peak alone, and the outcome was naturally clear.

The elders and disciples of Xi Laifeng were pale, and the rest of the people who supported Fang Jingtian were extremely ugly.

Guangyuan's real person's mood was very complicated, but before he had time to ask, he was snatched by Nan Wang.

"You won't really kill him?" She asked, staring at Jing Jiu.

Guangyuan real person hurriedly said to Nan Wang: "Since there is no induction in the heavens and the earth, my brother naturally lives without worry."

Nan Wang said, "At the beginning he broke through the sky in Yinfeng, and the world didn't sense it. How can you be sure?"

Jing Jiu was really annoyed, and said, "He's not dead."

Fang Jingtian's injuries were extremely serious, he was only one step away from death, and he could not recover for hundreds of years, and he could not leave Yinfeng one step apart from his ascension, which was not much different from death.

Hearing this sentence, Nan Wang said nothing.

"Meet the real person in charge!"

Everyone at Tianguang Peak worshiped, including the elders and disciples of the past.

Jing Jiu said something to Zhao Layue, set off in the air, and flew towards Shen Mofeng.

Yuan Qu was listening to the content of that sentence, could not help but be very surprised, I thought it really should be handled like this?

No matter how shocked ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ things always have to be done, who made him a disciple of Zhao Layue.

The so-called teacher is in trouble, the disciples are back.

Yuan Qu approached Yun Xingfeng's master Jin Sidao and said earnestly, "Brother, get ready."

At this time, Jin Sidao was uneasy because Fang Jingtian was defeated under the real sword of the head. When he heard this, he frowned and asked, "What?"

"The real person in charge said that day at the bank of Xijian River, and Master Yun Xingfeng was replaced by Master Ping Yongjia."

Yuan Qu cleared his throat and said, "According to the door regulations, you need to make a transfer."

Listening to this, there was an uproar, and Jin Sidao's face was extremely ugly.

A boom came from God's End Peak in the distance.

Jing Jiu returned to the lonely mountain, and the sword array that cut off from the outside suddenly dissipated. Countless sword intentions merged with the heavens and the earth, and turned into real arrows of fog, moving in all directions. At this time, the end of God's peak is like setting off numerous fireworks, showing off his greatness to the whole world.