The Path Toward Heaven

You are the honorific title.

Jing Jiu only uses this title when he is older and more senior.

Looking at the heaven and continent, such a person no longer exists, and the object of his sentence is naturally not a human race.

Taiping real person looked at the cell at the end of the passage and said with a deep voice, "You stopped me from dying, but you want to let her out?"

If Jing Jiu wanted to use the person in the cell as a foreign aid, he had to lift the frozen formation of thousands of miles.

What kind of disaster would that person bring to the people?

Jing Jiu said nothing.

The real Taiping stared at the cell, his eyes more and more dignified.

No one can break the Castle Peak Sword Formation and threaten him, but the one in the cell is special.

He must put all his mind over there.

At this moment, a white cat slipped out of Jing Jiu's sleeve silently.

Qingshan defended Liu Ada, who did not appear today from start to finish. It turned out to be hiding in Jing Jiu's sleeve.

No matter how many storms the Qingshan Sword Formation stunned, or whether Qun Feng was about to collapse, it still refused to show up, as if to hide away like many times before.

The cat's claws fell silent.

Light as a feather.

Like a dandelion that goes with the wind.

It crawled slowly along Cheng Tianjian.

The real human of Taiping still holds Cheng Tianjian.

Jing Jiu's sight once fell there.

At this time, it was his turn to drop several claw marks like sword light.

It is like water, sword light is like a waterfall, and the wind is howling, and it falls on the cliffs on both sides of the passage, causing countless stones to fall.

Ambassador made the most fearless and powerful attack in his long life.

There were several deep scars on the back of the hand and the forearm of the real human being, and blood kept overflowing.

A fan swayed in the wind, and scarlet traces could be seen faintly on the fan surface.

A big meow whistled.

The breeze brought by the fan fell on it.

Countless white cat hairs spread like dandelions that exploded and floated about in the wind.

Those cat hairs kept dancing in the passage, faintly forming a huge white tiger light and shadow.

The white tiger roared and opened his mouth and opened his mouth!

There was a loud noise.

Ada was shocked to the stone wall, and then fell like a weak mud.

It jumped up again with a stern and desperate cry, and hurled at the fan.

It's like a cute kitten flirting.

Of course, kittens always like to fan.

The cat's claw fell on the fan with sword light.

In the tears, the fan turned into fragments, flying up like a butterfly, and landing on top of the huge white tiger light and shadow.

With a loud bang, Ada was flying to the distance of the passage. She had much less hair on her body, stained with blood, and looked extremely miserable.

More blood sprayed from the tip of its broken claws, and landed on the face of the real Taiping and the broken fan.

Several cats' blood dripped from that slightly black face, and the picture looked strange.

There is a fragment in the flying fan's surface with red traces on it. I don't know whether it is a seal or a painting.

With a light noise, the fragment burned and turned into blue smoke, and a red bird flew out of it.

The red bird landed on the ground and became the red boy.

Liu fell to the ground at the age of ten, unconscious.

The boy in red was somewhat surprised and said to Jing Jiu, "You actually know that the blood of the demon cat can break the two hearts?"

Jing Jiu said, "I have also listened to many sutras in Guocheng Temple."

The boy in red reached out to hold Cheng Tianjian again, looked at Jing Jiu with a smile, and said, "How can you force me to show my true body?"

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At the moment Liu was ten years old and was a Taiping real person. At this moment, the boy in red was a Taiping real person.

His success is not lower than that of Jing Jiu, and the spirit body may not be as tough as the sword body, but his heavenly sword skill is worse than Jing Jiu, so the two are always tied.

Jing Jiu admitted many times that he failed to practice Chengtian sword to the extreme. The previous life was because he didn't want to be in charge. This life was because he used the sword body of everything.

Ada slowly stood up.

Taiping raised his eyebrows and said, "Ada, if you don't want to die, don't move any more."

Ada hummed poorly, stopped her steps very honestly, and kept licking his wounds and blood.

Today it has been hiding in the sleeves of Jing Jiu, and it has been in the Castle Peak Sword Formation, but at this time it has been beaten by the real Taiping Sword Formation, and it can no longer participate in this battle.

The light and shadow of the white tiger in the passage gradually dispersed, and those fan fragments fell to the ground like dead butterflies, and a huge black shadow appeared silently.

The corpse dog followed the brothers and shook his head at Ada.

Ada showed an innocent and poor expression, limped under the dead dog, hid behind its legs, carefully leaned out his head, and looked at the pair of brothers.

"Forcing you out of your body, I can easily kill you." Jing Jiu said.

Taiping looked at him quietly and said, "Open the door."

The corpse dog opened the passage to Yinfeng.

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Liu Shi, ten years old, slowly opened his eyes.

His thoughts were a little hesitant, his vision was a little fuzzy, and he saw a bright passage ahead, and a few figures were coming out.

The next moment, he found himself in another place.

It was a room made of stone walls, with a false window, and a very high-level magic weapon ... the picture of a snowy field and ice peaks.

Where is it?

Liu's ten-year-old gaze fell on the dilapidated but still familiar bamboo lounge chair, and then saw a little girl squatting on the bamboo chair.

Should be a little girl? She was wrapped in a thick embroidery quilt, and seemed to be afraid of the cold.

Suddenly, Liu was ten years old and remembered everything. The dinner in the inn that day, the eyes of the young boy in red, until the previous Qingshan Jianzhen was about to collapse, he forcibly woke up and wrote those words with Guancheng pen ...

He felt his body full of messy sword and pain, like all the bones were broken, and he spit out blood.

Although the injury was severe, he was more worried about the son, and stood up hard, and was about to leave the room.

"Well."

There was a sound in the quiet room.

The sound was simple and short, but it contained extremely complex meanings.

"This is part of the agreement ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Jingyang lifts the ice for thousands of miles. I will help him once and guarantee that you are alive."

Liu turned ten years old and looked back in shock, looking at the little **** the bamboo chair, and finally saw her white face and those two black eyes.

Xueji looked through the stone wall and fell somewhere on Yinfeng.

At the age of ten, Liu thought that because of this, you promised to shoot for the son, why not help him at this time?

Xue Ji snorted, the meaning was clear, and Jing Yang's agreement with her had not yet arrived when her shot was needed.

This level of fighting is too lazy ...

Liu was ten years old and wondered: "You ... who are you?"

Xueji looked away and glared at him with interest.

This sentence Liu still understood at the age of ten, but was more dazed.

"You are the one who repairs chairs?"