The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 110: As long as Jing 9 feels it

"That's it."

Jing Jiu swept across with sword sense, confirming that there was no dangerous aura in the ten-mile radius.

But now he can't be completely sure of this-he felt something wrong that day, but didn't find the iron worm.

Whether it is against a monk or a snow country monster, he has very little combat experience.

Yin Qingmo glanced at the sky, took out the star pot and placed it on the ground.

There may be no clouds tonight, she wants to take advantage of this rare opportunity to absorb some starlight.

There are more than ten star realities in the star pot, which can help practitioners replenish their true vitality, but they have not encountered a battle in the past few days, so there is no need to take them out.

Wu Mingzhong called out his sword and shield and put it on the snowy ground in the middle.

Lu Jin recited the mantra silently, and a bright yellow flame left his hand, fell on the sword and shield and began to burn, illuminating the darker and darker surroundings.

This flame can continue to burn until early tomorrow morning, it can bring some warmth, and it may also bring some danger.

Jing Jiu did not object to him lighting the fire, because he knew that psychological needs are sometimes important.

This is a very practical defensive formation.

The star pot can emit a clear light array to protect the three at any time, and the sword shield and open flame can cooperate with one offense and one defense.

Jing Jiu stood outside and didn't mean to sit in.

Yin Qingmo and the three of them got used to it, did not say anything, closed their eyes, holding the spar and began to adjust their breath.

The night is getting darker, the snow clouds are gradually dispersing, the starlight is falling, and it enters the star pot extremely slowly. I don't know how long it will take to integrate a drop.

The farther you go to the depths of the snowfield, the fewer snow clouds will be. This is very different from previous perceptions. I don't know what this means.

Jing Jiu looked at the stars in the night sky, thinking about these things.

He doesn't know what Zen Zi thinks of him.

There were several reasons why he didn't want to leave the mountain. Laziness was only one of them. The key was that he didn't feel good.

He has always thought that feeling is the most unreliable statement.

Only when you can't figure out the situation clearly, you will say the word "feeling".

As he said when he was playing chess with Tong Yan.

When I feel that the word comes out of his mouth, it shows that he is not clear about the current situation, which is certainly not a good thing.

In other words, as long as he feels it, it feels bad.

Bad things always happen.

Many years ago, my brother said this to him.

There was another reason why he stayed on the mountain.

He wants to determine the location of the remaining nine Qingshan disciples participating in the Dao War and the direction of their team.

So he can figure out how he can take them back in the shortest time when something happens.

This has nothing to do with responsibility, it's just something he should have done.

You opened a private school in the village, and you took the students out to go for a walk. You have to stare at the trees by the stream, ready to pick them up or catch them at any time.

It is not right to say that there is no sense of responsibility at all.

Why would the iron nematode that shouldn't have appeared in the southern part of the snowy field appear in front of him? Why didn't others encounter it?

What is waiting for you in the depths of the snowy field ahead? The world is about to change dramatically?

Yes, he thinks it all has to do with himself.

If you let others know what he is thinking at this time, it will definitely feel particularly absurd-how can there be such a narcissistic person in the world?

Even if you are the head of the Zhongzhou School or a Zen scholar, you are not qualified to say such a thing.

Jing Jiu doesn't think so.

The biggest movement in the world in a thousand years was caused by him.

There was nothing wrong with Chaotian Continent because he had made sufficient preparations in advance.

But the sea that his friend had watched in a daze all year round has undergone terrifying changes, and even the direction of the Maelstrom has changed.

He doesn't need to think about this if he doesn't come to the snowy field. Since he is here, he has to take it.

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The night wind is extremely cold, and there is no weed on the ground, only snow that does not melt all year round.

Jing Jiu took out the bamboo chair and sat down, brought the fetus in front of his eyes, and observed quietly.

The misty film is a bit hard, and you can see it inside.

There was no movement inside the fetus, but he knew that the thing was still alive, and he thought it was a bit interesting.

This is a very strange life. It can survive for so long in a place cut off from the air and the vitality of the heavens and the earth.

Know that Qingshan Zhenshouli, only Yuangui can do this.

Is its vitality really so tenacious, or is this film playing a protective role?

He stretched out his index finger and swiped the film lightly. The film split like a drum, and then shrivelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the image of the womb.

It was a small pure white beetle with six very delicate feet, a small head, half shrunk in a shell.

Its body is translucent, and the simple internal structure can be seen faintly.

The little beetle is stiff, without aura, and without the heartbeat of humans and demons. It should be dead.

"Come to life."

Jing Jiu's consciousness fell on the little beetle.

The little beetle came alive.

Its six slender feet quivered quickly, seeming to want to prove that he has worked hard to come alive in this way.

Jing Jiu took the little beetle in, and took it out after a while, and found that it was still alive, which made it more interesting.

He flipped his hand.

The little beetle fell on the snow in the cold wind.

The colors of it and the snow are white, and it is difficult to find them mixed together.

The little beetle slowly protruded six thin feet and crawled towards the distance.

Jing Jiu ignored it.

The little beetle stopped at that position, seeming to be judging something, and finally crawled back to the bamboo chair.

Jing Jiu looked at it.

The little beetle felt his will and did not dare to disobey it. It turned over with a snap, opened its six legs, and exposed its abdomen.

Jing Jiu watched carefully, and his eyes kept moving away from its torso and joints.

The little beetle trembled.

It has no spiritual sense, and has just been born, but instinctively feels extreme fear.

Because the places Jing Jiu can see are all the weakest places of their species.

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Regarding the discussion of Meihui Dao Zhan, the central figure now is Jing Jiu, and even Luo Huainan is mentioned much less frequently than him.

Not because his performance is far better than everyone else, but because he has no performance at all.

It was later proved that the Kunlun disciple's death had nothing to do with him, but it still had some impact.

From Chaoge City to this snowy field north of Mohai, I don't know how many people are talking about him. Of course, they will also mention the iron nematode that shouldn't have appeared.

"Although we haven't encountered the iron worm, but here is gradually approaching the forbidden area of ​​Snow Country, and we may encounter trouble at any time."

Bai Zao said: "From now on, you may need to hang the bell for a long time to check the enemy~ IndoMTL.com~ consumes a lot of spirit yuan, can you hold it?"

The female disciple of the Suspended Bell Sect said: "I need four hours to rest every day."

"Okay, I'll take the place for these four hours. Thanks for your hard work." Bai Zao looked to the other side and said, "In the case of the previous situation, your sword will be a little slower. Make sure Brother Mo completes the control first. The snow worm does not have a carapace, but it is covered with mucus, which is difficult to cut with a single sword."

"Understood."

Qingshan disciple Yao Songshan was originally in this team.

Here is a snow hill, and a black mountain shadow is looming in front, but it is still a long distance away.

Bai Zao sat, four companions standing around, listening carefully to her plan.

The sleet in the breeze moved the white veil on her face.

It's cold and snowy, far away from the world, and I don't know where she brought the stool.