The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 42: The classics
(There were some problems in the last chapter. Since the Suspense Sect knew that Su Ziye was assassinated in Yizhou, the Kunlun faction didn’t know it until today. When this chapter is updated, I will modify it. Of course, this is a minor problem. Read it again. Ah, it seems to have revealed the secret that I didn’t save the manuscript... So it’s not easy for me, classmates, every day is a lot of pressure, so play around like today’s chapter title, I think everyone won’t mind. Click, click, click.)
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screaming, Song Qianji summoned a magic weapon, broke through the air, and spilled blood all the way.
The glazed sword stopped in the air and did not pursue it.
He Wei looked at the blood rain with cold eyes.
Song Qianji’s body was pierced, and Dao Shu Jian Wan was completely destroyed, where there was still life, he flew more than ten feet and fell to the ground, no more breath.
He Wei waved his sleeves, several sparks floated past, turning into raging flames, instantly burning Song Qianji's body to ashes.
The Scarlet Canyon tens of miles away is still quiet. People in the Xuanyin Sect should have checked the movement here, but no one came out to check it out.
Now it is difficult for the Xuanyin Sect to find a strong person who can directly resist He Wei.
He Wei's sleeves were light, and he stepped up into the air, and soon came to the extremely high sky. The blood-colored canyon became a red line in his vision, and the endless cold mountains were under his feet.
There was a jade-like light in the eastern sky, with a profound and mysterious aura, and it was difficult to perceive the depth of the realm.
He Wei slightly squinted his eyes, and saluted the place: "I have seen Madam Bai."
"He Daoyou don't need to be polite."
A gentle voice came from the jade-like light.
He Wei stopped talking, sat cross-legged on the head of the cloud, closed his eyes and began to adjust his breath.
Lengshan is still so quiet, no trace of any activity can be seen within thousands of miles, only the yellow sheep can be seen occasionally among the weeds and cold willows.
Of course, what you see is not all true.
This is the most dangerous place in Chaotian Continent. I don't know how many monsters and monsters are hiding in the deep canyons, behind the formations, and underground.
If you change to another cultivator and stare at him arrogantly like He Wei, you will inevitably usher in countless attacks.
But He Wei's realm strength is too strong, and people in the evil faction are unwilling to provoke him easily.
The most important thing is that the wife of the Zhongzhou faction is here, who dares to come out and die?
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The deepest part of the Scarlet Canyon is still a monotonous and dry cliff, but there are many buildings in the cliff protected by the large formation.
Today's Xuanyin Sect General Altar is far inferior to the general altar destroyed by Qingshan Sect in the past, but it is very difficult to break through.
The beams and pillars in the Xuanyin Hall are made of black jade, exuding a faint smell of blood, and there is a certain dryness hidden in the depths.
In the deepest part of the hall, there is a curtain made of celestial blood beads, and there is a soft couch behind the curtain.
A middle-aged man lying on the couch, with an elegant breath and clear eyes, is Su Qige, Sect Master Xuanyin.
He has been paralyzed for many years because of a delusion, but he is still alive after the Xuanyin sect's internal turmoil.
Gaoya is the only remaining seven-generation elder of the Xuanyin Sect. He was born extremely thin, with withered cheeks, as if his vitality had been exhausted, but if he looked into the deepest part of his eyes, he could see extremely exuberant ambition and desire.
He looked at the two dazzling white lights on the formation, his face was a bit solemn, and said: "What do you think of the lord?"
Su Qige glanced at Gao Ya and said indifferently: "Since it is Real White who made the shot personally, how can we look at it? We'll just wait for death."
Gao Ya said with a sneer: "If these old thieves can break the Ten Thousand Banners Great Formation, the faction would have been destroyed long ago. Where can I wait until today?"
Su Qige closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Gao Ya looked at a young man, and said solemnly: "The young master must not be afraid, even the Tongtian immortal can't break the mountain gate formation of this faction."
The young man had some inconvenience in his legs and feet. He walked slowly to the window, looked at the sky reddened by the flames, and said, "What do the real white man and the head of Kunlun want to do?"
"It should be because they knew what happened in the Tianmen a few days ago. They made a special trip to demonstrate. The so-called righteous and evil are not balanced. Young master, you have to get used to this kind of scene."
Gao Ya looked at the young man's back and said, with a mocking look in his eyes.
You are just a puppet. If you think about these things, do you really think you are the master of Xuanyin Sect?
The young man turned around. It turned out to be Shi Fengchen's son Wang Xiaoming.
I don’t know what kind of adventure he experienced after leaving Chaoge City that year.
He didn't see the mocking look in Gao Ya's eyes a moment before, but this didn't prevent him from having an idea: This person should be killed.
Then he looked at the Xuanyin Sect Master Su Qige on the couch, wondering if this person could be killed?
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The evil sect demon in Lengshan all sensed the arrival of Kunlun head He Wei and Zhongzhou faction Bai Zhenren.
They don't know why these two righteous people appeared here, what they want to do, but they never need a reason to fear this kind of thing.
The sects that have a large formation of the mountain gate quickly increase the strength of the formation, while those who do not have a loose repair rush to escape to the ground.
The remnants of the Gorefiend who have been hiding for many years even flew desperately to the depths of the underground caves, even if they knew that the front was dangerous.
There are countless caves under the Chaotian Continent, many of which can lead to the underworld, but because the passage is too narrow and the natural restriction is too strong, only the weakest wandering soul can pass through. Powerful monsters like Master Ming's disciples can only appear in the world through projection, just like in Mingcui Valley.
There are only a few places that can be called the passage between the ground and the underworld. Except for the well-known Maelstrom, one is the Soul Gathering Valley in the Cold Mountain, but it has been sealed by the Zhongzhou faction many years ago, and now only Some underworld monsters occasionally come here fortunately. The other is not far from the East China Sea.
There is a pit in the verdant valley.
The pit is extremely deep and I don't know its bottom.
is called Tongtianjing here.
No practitioner knows why it was called~IndoMTL.com~Shuiyuean is on the mountain more than ten miles away from Tongtianjing, and can suppress the Underworld monsters who run out of it at any time.
It should be more accurate to say that the great East Sea God Niu built this Shuiyue Nunnery here countless years ago to suppress the underworld demon talents.
The Chaotian Continent has been peaceful for more than two hundred years, and the activities of the Underworld have obviously decreased, and in recent decades it has almost disappeared.
The tong patio has also been quiet for many years.
One spring day, the silence here was suddenly broken.
More than a dozen disciples from Shuiyue'an guarded a small sedan chair with a blue curtain, and in the sedan was the Supreme Elder of Shuiyue'an.
A moment later, Jin Yun was born to welcome the sunrise, and the lotus boat slowly descended. The abbot of Guocheng Temple and the chief master crossing the sea of Lutang, brought 18 ascetic monks to the Tongtianjing.
The sound of chanting sounded, echoing in the verdant valley.
The scriptures glowing with a light golden light, woven into a net like a cassock, slowly falling towards the pit.
There are countless chuckles in the open patio, like a red-hot knife being poured with cold water.
I don’t know how many wandering souls die instantly.
The dark and cold breath sinks slowly until it can no longer be felt.
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