The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 10: 1 day and night are too short, we only strive for eternity

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Hundreds of flames gradually disappeared, like sparks dissipating in the wind.

That Xie Xiu should be a very famous character. He has been hiding at the bottom of the Soul Gathering Valley for many years, collecting soul refining tools, and he must have a big picture. When he returns to the ground in the future, I am afraid that there will be a lot of storms.

But he died just like this under Jing Jiu's sword, without making any waves, and he didn't even leave his name.

Thinking of this makes people feel a little bit emotional.

Looking at the scene in the lava river, Jing Jiu closed his eyes and was silent for a long time.

It's not a sigh. For people he doesn't know, he has never had these unnecessary, unnecessary or harmful emotions. He is just adjusting his breath and returning to Jianyuan.

Killing that sword repairer seems easy, but it's actually very difficult.

The swordsman has a deep realm, has a good magic skills, and has a deep understanding of underground caves and lava rivers.

Even the sea-breaking elder of the Green Mountain Sect, it is difficult to easily kill this person here.

Jing Jiu is in the middle of the wild, even if the real combat power is more than that, it is very difficult to kill this evil repairer, and it consumes a lot of energy.

Those spirits are not war spirits, they are nutrients for deduction and calculation.

When he picked up the magic weapon, he did two things before that Xie Xiu showed up.

He asked Universe Front to go to the distance of the river and wait silently, and at the same time, he took the cloth covering Universe Front into his left hand.

The cloth played a very important role in the ensuing battle, and was burned into a flame by the lava in the river.

If you want to count the death of an opponent whose realm is far higher than yourself, no details can go wrong.

The Xie Xiu looked at the flames caused by the cloth ball, thinking that he was burning in the magma, and it was inevitable to relax.

No cultivator can survive in magma, except for large objects in the Heavenly Transcendent realm, or strange treasures in the body.

The Xie Xiu didn't expect that Jing Jiu was still alive, and could set off a waterfall-like lava to attack him, and he didn't expect that a wide fairy-level flying sword was already waiting for him in the gloom behind him.

How can he not die in this situation.

To be precise, that Xie Xiu was not killed by Jing Jiu with a sword, but he was considered dead.

Jing Jiu calculated all the directions of this battle clearly. Of course, those calculations may not necessarily be strong, because the evil cultivator's thoughts and responses will change at any time, but the overall framework has been determined, and certain changes in details cannot change the final outcome.

This is the real Green Mountain Kendo.

Taiping is naturally very good at this, and he is not bad.

Since the small mountain village, Jing Jiu has always been incompetent with world affairs, and his memory is still a bit bad. In fact, things like world affairs have no meaning to him. If it falls into practice or kendo, it will naturally be very different.

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The magma river flows slowly, there is no sound of waves, only the low sound made when it rubs against the river bank.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked towards the river.

The surface of the river is next to the air, and the temperature gradually decreases, returning to its dark appearance.

That Xie Xiu should be dead.

He took out the magic weapon and looked at it twice, with a slightly different expression.

The body of this magic weapon is a scale, but I don’t know what kind of creature’s scale it is. In terms of weight and size, the creature should not be small, but it’s not as exaggerated as the blue dragon, and it’s not even as big as the ghost eye. .

The level of life is not absolutely related to the size. Otherwise, his friend in the distant sea should be the strongest in this world. Well, it is really difficult for that giant to find an opponent.

When the sword consciousness fell, Jing Jiu felt the extremely pure fire in this magic weapon, which was obviously extraordinary. The owner was most likely the fire dragon or other alien monsters living in the underground magma.

It's just a pity that when the scales peeled off, the owner was not yet mature, and the scales didn't exist. After years of hard work by the evil cultivator, he barely became a magic weapon.

There is such a pure fire in the scales, and it should be able to resist fire. He was scalded by his right hand before a few blue smoke, it was completely because the evil cultivator had forcibly poured a lot of resentful souls in. On the contrary, Destroy the essence of scales.

Jing Jiu shook his head, thinking that Xie Xiu was not good at refining tools. It was a pity that such beautiful materials were used.

He didn't regret too much. He saw too many good materials and magic weapons like this, and he wanted this magic weapon because it was hard enough to be used as a sharpening stone.

Since it is used to sharpen the sword, this magic weapon will definitely turn into powder in the end, and there is no wave or waste.

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The magma river flows slowly, occasionally tearing the surface, shooting out a red light like a wall, illuminating the dark bottom of the cave.

The low sound of friction and the occasional flames did not have any effect on Jing Jiu. He sat by the river, rubbing his right hand on the magic weapon, with a focused expression, adjusting the angle and strength of his hand from time to time as the magic weapon wears out.

This magic weapon made from scales is indeed very hard, and it is not blindly hard. It is similar to the bones of the great demon in the Suppression Prison.

A few days later, only a few pops were heard, and the magic weapon shattered into tiny pieces.

Countless resentful souls and yin spirits poured out from the magic weapon, bringing gusts of yin wind.

According to the truth, the magic weapon is broken, and there is nothing to control these resentful ghosts. They should escape according to their instinct, and then go to the ground or deeper along the ground to find blood and soul food.

But these resentful souls watched Jing Jiu rubbing the magic weapon for several days, and a deeper fear grew in their instincts, and they didn't dare to leave at all, just floating around him like this.

If someone sees this scene, they will think that he is an evil cultivator who kills innocent lives and refines magic weapons.

Is this acknowledging the Lord?

Being the protagonist in another story, or taking these resentful spirits around to see how to deal with it to get the most benefit, Jing Jiu didn't even bother to deal with it, and just prepared to leave.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered something from the past.

Three hundred years ago, the Snow Country's beast tide went south again, and all the strong humans went to help. Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing took the strong peaks to the Lanling Snow Plains, and there were only young disciples left in the green mountains.

The underworld master and his subordinates took this opportunity to sneak through the green mountain array to the end of the gods, hoping to regain the seal of the underworld emperor, and then he was slashed with a sword.

Except for the underworld master, the rest of the underworld powerhouses are dead.

After Liu Ci came back, he persuaded him to dispose of the body, but he refused because of laziness.

Afterwards, the remaining soul fire of those strong men in the Underworld floated in the Shenmo Peak for many years, and finally turned into a resentful spirit.

Jing Jiu still ignored him, anyway, those resentful spirits couldn't affect him, and he couldn't scare those juniors who were qualified to visit him at Shenmofeng.

Hundreds of years later, he carried Zhao Layue and then climbed the peak of the gods, and encountered those resentful spirits again.

This shows a truth, since this matter is related to you, then you should not think about being lazy.

Even if you can steal it for a while, you still have to do it yourself three hundred years later.

If he ignores those resentful spirits that are floating around him at this time, he can't say it will be his business many years later.

He wanted to understand this truth, and shook his head, holding the Universe Feng's sword and cutting it down.

Those yin spirits touched this cold sword intent, they shattered into the finest particles of dust, and they fell silent.

Those resentful souls did not dissipate immediately.

The universe front brought countless red-hot magma from the river, forming hundreds of vague words, carefully identifying it as a certain scripture in Guocheng Temple.

Firelight illuminates the dark cave and the faces of those resentful souls.

The faces of those resentful souls gradually blurred, the hostility gradually disappeared, and finally turned into a clear light, scattered invisible.

Whether it is Yin Ling or Wraith Soul, without the blessing of magic weapons, he cannot launch a tide of terror attacks, and he is not afraid of evil innate, so he can easily cut it with a single sword.

But in fact, this sword is by no means simple, it is extremely complex, and even close to perfection.

No one can cut this sword except him, even if he himself hadn't listened to the Buddhist scriptures for six years in Guocheng Temple.

Jing Jiu threw the fragments of the magic weapon into the river, and then rose into the air.

He is not ready to leave. The countless monster bones in the ancient battlefield are waiting for him below. Thinking of this, he also has some expectations.

He turned his body upside down and stretched out his right hand.

There was a soft buzz.

There was a breeze in the dark cave.

He disappeared.

A round hole appeared on the ground.

The fiery magma poured into the cave from the cracks below, refilled, and then gradually faded without leaving any traces.

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The melting of rocks into a river indicates that it has penetrated into the center of the earth.

Whether it is decent or evil, it is difficult for human practitioners to live in such a hot environment.

Jing Jiu never encountered a hidden powerhouse again, and he didn't know if it was good luck or bad luck.

I don't know how long it took, he broke through the rock wall and flew out.

This is an extremely huge underground cave. The ceiling and the ground are several hundred feet high, making it very empty.

A river formed by fiery magma flows constantly on the ground.

If it weren't for the magma that was too hot and bright, rushing too quickly, hitting the river bank and making a loud bang, he would even think it was still by the previous river.

It is impossible for a person to step into two identical rivers, but going around and around, you will always encounter similar scenery.

He landed on the river and looked into the distance.

The bright and hot river of fire stretched to the distance for more than ten miles, and then suddenly branched somewhere and became two rivers.

Not a river going east and a river going west, but a river going up and the other going down.

Some people experience this kind of thing and see this kind of picture, they may feel a little bit emotional, but Jing Jiu still doesn't have it.

Even if there is, I can’t tell.

Fire and even more terrifying lava erupted from the river, illuminating his expressionless face.

The next moment, he turned around and walked up the gentle slope, feeling that the aura ahead became clearer and clearer, knowing that he had not found the wrong place.

Countless years ago, the Gentle Slope used to be an ancient battlefield where the human race and the underworld fought.

After Soul Gathering Valley was sealed by the Zhongzhou faction, the ancient battlefield sank to the deepest part of the earth.

That seems to have happened 30,000 years ago. The Zhongzhou faction has just started and is in its first heyday, but he is a little uncertain.

Years have passed, the remains of the strong humans must have been transported away for burial, and the corpses of the strong men in the underworld have not been left. It is even more wishful thinking to find the magic weapons and practice secrets of the strong here. But what he was looking for were the bones of those monsters. No matter how greedy the Human Cultivation sects were, skinning their flesh to seize the pill, they would not be interested in those heavy and huge bones. Those monster bones are of no use except being hard, and making tea is also meaningless to the practitioner, just leaving it for him to use.

Thinking about this, Jing Jiu came to the highest point of the gentle **** and looked down.

The cave here is even bigger. The ground is a black field with a radius of tens of miles.

The firelight of the river illuminates the cave and spills down on the wilderness like sunset clouds.

In the wilderness in the sunset, hundreds of huge monster bones are scattered, projecting even greater black shadows.

These dead monsters still retain the appearance they had when they died in the war. They are still so huge and terrifying.

This once ancient battlefield seems to have not passed tens of thousands of years, but it still gives people a feeling of vicissitudes.

Jing Jiu came to the skeleton of a big white monster.

From the appearance of the skeleton, this big demon looks a bit like an ordinary elephant, but it is more than ten times bigger.

Jing Jiu is most interested in the bones of this great demon.

He stretched out his left hand~IndoMTL.com~ but touched it empty.

The huge bone that was about ten feet long was shattered and turned into a sky full of snowflakes, all over his face.

Immediately afterwards, the bones of that great demon fell apart like a thatched house in the wind, and fell to the ground, also turning into powder.

Jing Jiu was silent for a while, walked to the bones of another great monster, and stretched out the tail finger of his left hand.

The same thing happened again.

The bones of the demon fell apart, turning into a striking white powder on the black field.

Tens of thousands of years.

Everything is decayed.

The demon bone in the Suppression Demon Prison had been soaked in Canglong's stomach for many years, and was ground into powder by his right hand from summer to early autumn.

The skeletons of these great monsters in the wilderness were destroyed by touching them.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and its power has been shown off where you can't see it.

The power of time is indeed the sharpest sword in the world.

Jing Jiu stood among hundreds of huge bones, was silent for a while, then turned and left.

When I left, I didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and my clothes were light and a breeze was brought up.

Hundreds of huge bones slowly collapsed. If you want to come a few years later, they will merge with the black wilderness.

Jing Jiu didn't look back, and walked to the beginning of the sunset, then returned to the riverside to sit down.

The lava in the river is jumping and bursting, like an upside down waterfall, like a leaping creature.

The rumbling sound is endless.

The river moves forward.

The dead are like this.

Don't give up day and night.

But if there is time to come, why not give up.

Jing Jiu thought calmly.

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