The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 105: Wonderful trip

In the infinitely empty universe, the sword fire at Jing Jiu's fingertips was as faint as a firefly, but still very eye-catching.

The huge shadow was detected instantly, and the strong wave swept back at an unimaginable speed, confirming the existence and location of Jing Jiu.

Countless tentacles began to squirm, and under the shining of the red fireball behind it, they gave birth to an extremely evil feeling.

Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu felt familiar again, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Just when he was about to cut off those ugly and obviously dangerous tentacles, that strong wave seemed to become some kind of invisible field of strength, making the entire space sticky. Don't talk about swinging the sword light, even the body can't move.

Jing Jiu knew that he had made a mistake and underestimated the opponent's strength, or did not count the opponent's fighting style.

The extraterritorial demon was obviously not going to catch him, but was going to destroy him directly.

An evil and powerful consciousness fell on Jing Jiu and captured his soul.

If the spirit is an actual thing, it has already been covered with extremely thick frost at this time, and it will be torn to pieces by that consciousness in the next moment.

Change to another human ascendant, at this moment there is no way to fight against this extremely powerful spiritual consciousness.

But Jing Jiu once felt a stronger sense of spirit, and his spirit has undergone two life conversions, and he doesn't know how tougher it is than other ascended ones.

Instead of being obliterated by the evil consciousness of that extraterritorial demon, he launched a counterattack instead.

Two extremely bright sword lights deep in his eyes, like fish jumping out of the sea, illuminating the eyelashes and everything in front of him.

The universe is still dead, but somewhere there seems to be a loud boom.

The extraterritorial demon shook slightly, and the countless tentacles on the surface trembled at a faster speed, emitting countless smoke and dust, looking like a mist of spores popping out of a mushroom.

The evil and terrifying consciousness retreated, and the strong fluctuation disappeared without a trace, as if the thickened space had returned to normal, and Jing Jiu could move.

He can't use the sword formation of all things here. With the opponent's defense and huge body, it is difficult to cause real damage to cut with the sword light in the air. How should he fight?

A sword light flew into the huge shadow.

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The shadow is illuminated from time to time, and some part of the epidermis is occasionally transparent, and Jing Jiu can be seen flying at the fastest speed inside.

Countless tentacles fell off, silently sparking in the dark universe.

The evil and powerful consciousness is still chasing him coldly, without any sense of surprise or fear.

The quiet and awe-inspiring sword will seem to disappear from time to time, but it will always reappear.

It didn't take long for everything to become static.

Those tentacles no longer move, floating like water plants.

There was no movement from the extraterritorial celestial demon, quietly floating in the universe.

Suddenly, it shook.

The extraterritorial celestial demon turned into countless fragments, spraying around, without any breath anymore.

The evil and powerful consciousness also disappeared.

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Dust is floating in the universe, moving away from everywhere.

Something resembles a scene from the beginning of the ancient times.

Jing Jiu looked at the fragments of the corpse of the extraterritorial celestial demon leaving with his center as the center, and a tired emotion appeared on his pale face.

The white robe shattered, and with those fragments, there were somber wounds all over his body, and Jian Yuan was exhausted.

The most troublesome thing is that his sword consciousness has been destroyed too much by that evil consciousness. At this time, his head is dizzy, and he may fall asleep or die at any time.

This is the first battle since his ascension. It didn't take long and there was no sound, but it was more difficult than any battle he encountered in Chaotian Continent. This was also the closest he was to death in his two lives, because the other party was really strong, and because he was connected twice with misjudgments.

When he checked the body of the first extraterritorial demon, he discovered that the cocoon-like things in the opponent's body were a place for energy storage.

Those energies were frozen into ice by Xue Ji, and it is impossible to determine whether they belong to the fairy qi and the heaven and earth vitality, but they should be able to be used if they think about it.

Snow Ji flies in the extremely cold universe and doesn't need any supplements at all, he doesn't.

In the original calculation, after he killed the opponent, he would use the energy in the cocoon-like thing to supplement it.

Unexpectedly, this extraterritorial celestial demon actually chose to blew up in advance before dying.

Those cocoon-like things all turned into the light and heat in the universe, which caused him even more harm.

"Didn't you even count this?" A voice sounded in Jing Jiu's sea of ​​consciousness.

A blue smoke floated out of his body, did not disperse, but gradually twisted and deformed, and finally turned into a small person.

The villain is dressed in Tsing Yi, with a clear eyebrow and a amiable smile. He is a real Taiping person.

There has always been a stick of incense in the ancestral hall of Zhang Mansion in Qingtianjian, and no one knows what it is for.

A few days ago, Tianjingjiu went to Qingtianjian and didn't take away the incense, but took away the smoke.

He looked at Taiping Real Man: "Why did you come out?"

Major Taiping looked into his eyes: "Your sword knowledge is severely wounded and your Dao heart is hard to defend. I will naturally come out."

Jing Jiu said in his heart: "I really did not count that it is not afraid of death, and it seems to want to die."

The real Taiping laughed slightly: "After living for two lifetimes, haven't you seen those so-called lofty people who are seeking their own lives?"

Jing Jiu shook his head: "Those people know that they are going to die, so please live with peace of mind, but this extraterritorial celestial demon is extremely powerful and can live for many years if you want to, not even worse than Yuangui. Why don't you fear death? ? Even voluntarily ask for death?"

The extraterritorial demon misjudged his mental power, and he also misjudged the cold will of the opponent, otherwise it would not hurt so much.

Taiping Zhenren thought: "Maybe this is the reason why they are called gods."

"But after all, it proved that I was right."

Jing Jiu looked at the villain in the green smoke: "So many people are following you, now it seems they are all dead in vain."

He worked as an immortal in a bamboo chair to repair the barrier of Chaotian Continent, and Xue Ji killed so many extraterritorial celestial demons, these real Taiping people are all in sight.

To be precise, Jing Jiu took him to ascend to let him see these pictures.

The world was colder than he thought, and it was even more bizarre, and indeed dangerous, but it didn't seem to be irresistible.

For hundreds of years, the Chaotian Continent, including the Bai Zhenren, the sea-crossing monk, and the virtuous elders of various sects, has embarked on a path of no return because of believing in his views.

From now on, is this really all wrong?

Real Taiping glanced at him: "Don't you realize that you are much weaker?"

Jing Jiu's expression is calm: "It means that this world is even lower."

Mad Taiping smiled slightly: "Unfortunately you are dying."

The red fireball is too far away from here. It is difficult to use it to replenish the fairy energy and repair the injuries in the body.

"I can sleep here for a few hundred years."

"What is a year?"

Tsing Yi, the real Taiping man, suddenly floated up, and the robe became green smoke again.

Jing Jiu guessed what he was going to do, his eyes were cold.

"No need, you can live for a few more years."

"Then what exactly is a year?"

The robe floats again, and the green smoke is moving.

Madam Taiping stretched out his hands and gently pushed him towards the red fireball.

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I don't know how long it has passed. Taiping Madam Taiping stopped, and his body from the waist down was completely blurred.

The flames spitting out from the red fireball became more real here, and I felt it more clearly. It was indeed immortal.

At this distance, he can recover with only three thousand thoughts.

True man Taiping is right, where is there any year in this quiet universe like a giant tomb?

Only read.

Jing Jiu Jian's consciousness gradually became more and more tired, and he was ready to enter samādhi. He looked at the real Taiping and said, "Brother, goodbye."

The green smoke is a ray of the soul of Taiping, cannot be resurrected. It can be preserved for about ten years in Qingtianjian and the sword of all things.

Now he naturally can't live anymore.

The real Taiping smiled, and suddenly he sensed something. He looked at somewhere in the universe, lost his mind for a moment, and muttered: "It's so beautiful..."

Jing Jiu looked over and said, "Yes."

"It's a worthwhile trip."

Real Taiping looked at this magnificent scene, feeling very emotional, and then disappeared.

Jing Jiu fell into a coma.

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There are countless stars in the universe ~ IndoMTL.com~ tens of thousands of burning flying swords flying in between.

In a short time, those burning flying swords came to the red fireball and surrounded the pair of brothers.

The flying sword stood still, and the flame retracted to its tail, showing a real appearance.

Each flying sword is a battleship more than ten miles long, the surface is covered with off-white metal, but it is not very reflective.

Tens of thousands of flying swords are tens of thousands of warships.

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(At the end of the seventh volume...Taiping saw it! I saw the battleship! I must let you know this! There is a short testimonial later.)