The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 133: God’s envoy appeared

? (Yesterday, when I talked about He Zhan walking on the sea, like walking backwards in the sky, thinking of Wang Xiaobo, if you don’t wear clothes, wouldn’t something hang upside down? After the reader reminded me, he was a eunuch. ……After thinking about it for a long time, I can’t think of a suitable chapter name. I’m really distressed, so let’s do it.)

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The mountain breeze blows into the temple, and it is a bit cool.

Qin Huang looked at Jing Jiu in front of him, his face extremely pale. At this time, he had calmed down a bit, but he still couldn't understand what was going on.

The state of Chu was destroyed for more than 30 years, and the fire in the palace has even been forgotten by the world. Who could have imagined that this man was still alive and hiding in the temple in Buzhou Mountain!

The small temple is the residence of the divine envoy. Except for him, who is qualified to aspire to the world, no one can cross that threshold.

He stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and asked ridiculously, "Why are you here!"

Jing Jiu said: "I have always been here."

The Emperor Qin was extremely angry and said: "Impossible! I have sent countless dead men over the years, and none of them can return to Xianyang. Why should the envoy be open to you!"

Only then did Jing Jiu know where the guys who came to disturb his practice and quietness came from from time to time, and said, "They were killed by me."

Qin Huang was stunned again, looking at his eyes uncertainly and said: "You killed it? What about the envoy?"

Jing Jiu said: "There is no envoy here."

Qin Huang showed an unbelievable expression on his face, looked around the small temple, but he did not see anything.

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That year, Jing Jiu set a fire in the imperial palace, took advantage of the chaos to leave the capital of Chu State, and came to Buzhou Mountain.

Other questioners may need to use legends or some clues to find where the legendary bronze cauldron is. He has the help of the blue bird, so naturally he does not need it.

Here, he saw the bronze cauldron but did not see the envoy.

The time has not come, this is just an ordinary bronze tripod, no matter what you do with it, there is no response.

After Jing Jiu confirmed, he didn't pay attention to it again, but he didn't leave either, so he stayed here.

According to Jade Bird's statement, this should be a forbidden area, so Jade Bird can't find him, and has a good explanation for the outside world.

He has lived here for many years, to be precise, for many years.

He chopped some bamboo and made a bamboo chair. He usually lay on the open space outside the temple. When it rained, he would move into the temple. Of course he would not forget to leave the temple door open.

In spring, the mountains are verdant, and in autumn, the mountains are full of red leaves, and when the snow falls in winter, they change into white clothes. In the middle of summer, there are streams that can clear the heart.

Whether it is raining or snowing or sunny, whether lying on a bamboo chair or soaking his feet in the stream, he is practicing.

In this way, he has been here for decades, just like in Shenmo Peak, it is very simple and even boring.

Only in the last few years, someone will come to the temple at intervals and be killed by him.

The envoy still did not appear.

The tripod is still the tripod.

He understood something.

When Emperor Qin Huang killed the scholar of Qi in the pit that year, he was watching Xianyang City from the edge of the cliff.

With his realm strength at the time, it was somewhat difficult to kill the Emperor Qin, but it was not impossible.

But he didn't go to Xianyang, even if his realm is stronger now, he still didn't mean to leave here, just quietly waiting for Emperor Qin to appear by himself.

Yesterday, there was a movement from the bottom of the mountain. He knew the time was up.

When Emperor Qin was bathing and changing clothes at the foot of the mountain, he was doing similar things when he burned incense and refreshed his heart.

He went to the stream and took a shower, wiped off his long beard with his hand, and changed into a new dress.

As a born ascetic, he is very indifferent to many things, but after all he has lived in this world for decades and when he is about to leave, he still shows rare seriousness.

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"You are really smart, hiding in this place."

Qin Huang stared into his eyes, his voice was very gloomy and angry: "But how could the divine envoy allow you to do this!"

"I said there is no envoy here." Jing Jiu said, "I'm just waiting for you."

Qin Huang's voice is even more cold and harsh: "Waiting to kill me?"

"More than that."

Jing Jiu's hand held the hilt of the sword.

The sword is very short and the scabbard is actually made of wood. Is the sword body also made of the same material?

Qin Huang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted sharply: "Guardian!"

Before he made the sound, his feet had been kicked heavily on the ground.

There was a snap.

The stone slab is shattered.

The huge counter-shock force made his body bounce out of the temple.

It's like falling leaves in a strong wind.

The Qin State powerhouse outside the temple was already prepared. One part stopped in front of Emperor Qin, and the other part slew towards Jing Jiu.

Countless powerful auras enveloped the peak, fierce and terrifying.

The blasting gravel and smoke suddenly stopped in the air.

The treetops that swayed gently were also still in the wind.

Those powerful auras seem to have turned into icicles and are still in time.

Dozens of phantoms appeared on the top of the peak, looking like they appeared at the same time, but they seemed to have a certain order, but they couldn't be distinguished.

Those phantoms are all Jing Jiu.

He is too strong after practicing hard for decades.

In the illusion of Blue Sky, the person who asks is in a state of spirit, and the speed of the Netherworld Sword can reach unimaginable levels.

The still space and time returned to normal.

The mountain breeze suddenly started, and the sound of countless clear, extremely dense swords slashed first.

Wipe Wipe Wipe!

Those who are strong in the Qin State maintained a defensive or offensive posture, and many straight sword marks appeared on their bodies.

The next moment, those strong Qin people turned into Fang Zheng's flesh, scattered on the ground.

Jing Jiu stood on the spot, holding the hilt in his hand, as if he hadn't moved, but in fact countless swords had already been released.

His sword was so fast that the blood was too late to spurt from the bodies of those Qin State powerhouses, and it didn't splash out until it fell to the ground.

In the Imperial Palace of the Kingdom of Chu, he took a bit of effort to kill Master Chen and those generals and masters with his sword, but now it is such an understatement.

Qin Huang's face was pale, and he wanted to walk away from the sky. Suddenly a blood line appeared on his left leg, and his knee broke.

The precious soft armor that once saved his life failed to play any role this time, and it broke apart.

Jing Jiu's sword cut a very long blood port on his body, extending from the shoulder to the waist.

Countless blood spurted out, turning into mist, spraying the white walls of the temple red.

Some blood drops also fell on the bronze cauldron.

Jing Jiu's white clothes surpassed Xue, without a drop of it.

Qin Huang screamed and fell to the ground.

Jing Jiu really draws a sword for the first time.

His movements were very slow, and the sword body and sheath made a clear rubbing sound.

This sword is actually made of wood.

The wooden sword is extremely light, like paper.

Only in this way can it match the speed of the Netherworld Immortal Sword.

Jing Jiu held the wooden sword by Qin Huang's neck, and he could chop off his head with only a little effort.

Even if the wooden sword is so close, it will still be cold.

Qin Huang ignored the pain coming from the broken leg, his voice trembled and said, "Don't kill me."

Jing Jiu quietly looked at him, waiting for his next sentence.

"The envoy has never appeared, because you have not been able to become the co-master of the world, and you are not qualified to aspire."

Qin Huang's face was pale and said: "Only I have this qualification."

Jing Jiu calmly said: "Yes."

Qin Huang had a resolute look in his eyes and said: "Let me live, wait for me to get the immortal urn, and share with you, the immortal spirit will share half of you!"

The blood beads on the bronze cauldron suddenly rolled up, and then began to form fine bubbles, like boiling.

It didn't take long for the blood drops to dry, leaving mottled marks like some kind of strange characters written in cinnabar.

Blood beads penetrated into the cauldron, and the lines on the surface of the bronze cauldron flowed like water waves, giving birth to several green smoke, in which a small figure was looming.

The little man is about two feet tall, holding a pen and paper in his hands, and wearing the clothes of an official historian.

"God's Envoy!"

Qin Huang's pale face was flushed with excitement, and he sternly shouted: "I see it! I am the destiny, and only my blood can invite a magician!"

Jing Jiu ignored him, looking at the villain in Qingyan, thinking that you finally appeared.

He was just waiting for this to happen, otherwise he would have killed Emperor Qin with a single sword.

Now that the envoy has appeared, what are you waiting for?

Qin Huang looked at Jing Jiu's profile, felt the chill from the wooden sword between his neck, guessed his thoughts, and his face paled again.

"Even if you kill me, you still can't get the approval of the divine envoy." A cruel look appeared in Qin Huang's eyes and said: "Kill me, no one will get the immortal urn, you finally hid it till today. Do you want to take this risk? Let me go, I will give you one-third of the fairy qi!"

Jing Jiu still ignored him, just looking at the little man in Qingyan, the so-called divine envoy.

The envoy holding a pen wrote something on the paper, sensing his gaze, raised his head and said: "Yes, what he said is not wrong."

Jing Jiu said: "The reason."

"The world's co-lord can only aspire to the title. You are just an emperor. What qualifications do you have for me to recognize?

The divine envoy said with a blank face: "You have been here for decades, and I haven't come out to see you. You should know it in your heart."

Jing Jiu said, "I can kill him now."

The divine envoy said: "Even if you kill him, it's useless. How many of those successful assassins in the history books become new emperors?"

Listening to this conversation, Emperor Qin's eyes became more and more confident. He looked at Jing Jiu and said, "If you don't agree to my terms, I can only give you a quarter."

Jing Jiu still ignored him, looked at the envoy and said, "You are just a dead thing, what qualifications do you have to judge the outcome of the question?"

"I am Qingtianjian's rules. There is no life or death. My judgment is the final decision. You can only accept it."

The envoy turned the paper in his hand and said: "And I believe no one will question my fairness, because everything is well-founded."

There are countless words written on that piece of paper, which records the experience and deeds of the questioners after entering the illusion.

Jing Jiu didn't look at those things and the list, but quietly thought about certain things.

On the branch not far away, the blue bird's smart eyes were filled with blood, the old temple bronze cauldron, and worries.

She once said to Jing Jiu--she is Jianling, not a rule.

Jing Jiu did not forget this sentence.

He knew that if he wanted to accomplish that, he couldn't get her help, so he had to face it himself.

Face the rules.

"I know that you must be dissatisfied with your ranking so low, but you were born an emperor, but you banished yourself. Regardless of your political achievements, people's livelihood, and popular popularity, it is a mess."

The envoy pointed to the record on the paper and commented: "Look at these things you have done, and you can't accept it."

Jing Jiu suddenly retracted the wooden sword.

Qin Huang's neck lightened, thinking that he was going to agree to his terms, his eyes changed slightly~IndoMTL.com~ He wondered how to get more benefits, but he didn't expect that what happened next was completely beyond his imagination.

Jing Jiu took the sword and walked to the bronze cauldron, looked at the envoy and said, "It may make sense according to the standards of your Zhongzhou school, but I am a Qingshan disciple."

The envoy said: "Since I participated in the questioning, then the disciples of Qingshan should also..."

Jing Jiu didn't let him finish speaking.

"I have waited for you in this mountain for decades, not to wait for you to say these nonsense, but to wait for you to give me the tripod."

Qin Huang helped the temple gate to stand up, listening to Jing Jiu's words, his face showed a ridiculous expression, wondering if you know what you are doing?

The envoy looked at him quietly for a long time, then suddenly said: "If I heard you right, you seem to be threatening me?"

Jing Jiu said: "Yes."

(End of this chapter)