The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 123: The disappearing tall figure

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Listening to this name, Jing Jiu was a little surprised. Collect this site┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛The highest emperor of the ancient times has a great seal made of fine jade from the outer world. Later, the great seal was lost and was obtained by the patriarch of the Zhongzhou School by chance. The countless years in Mengshan have been refined into two magic weapons called Wanlixi. After the ancestor of the Zhongzhou School ascended, Wanlixi stayed in Yunmeng Mountain. It is said that there is the supreme magical power to travel through space, and it is the highest magic weapon of the Zhongzhou School.

Even if Bai Zao is the only daughter most beloved by the Zhongzhou faction head couple, it is still amazing to carry such a treasure.

If you let other practitioners know about this, and you are in the current environment, you might be tempted to kill others and win treasures.

But she told Jing Jiu this way.

Jing Jiu asked, "Why don't you leave?"

"In the beginning, I thought, just like you, if the Zhongzhou sent colleagues can help out in danger, and finally leave."

She said: "I didn't expect the situation to change suddenly."

There is actually another reason why she didn't leave.

She can help Jing Jiu leave if she is in danger.

But at that moment, her portable bamboo talisman lit up.

That's the signal from the big brother.

Luo Huainan is such a proud figure that he would take the initiative to ask for help, and he would face a very dangerous situation when he wanted to come.

How can she leave in this situation?

"That's it, sit down."

When the voice fell, Jing Jiu Yujian headed toward the depths of the cold mist.

Bai did not expect his decision to be so sudden, a little surprised, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed his belt.

The speed of the iron sword became faster, turning into a black line in an instant, and the precious light in the sky was quickly obscured by the heavy cold fog, and could no longer be seen.

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The morning sun has risen, and the warm red light is shining on the clouds and mist around the fence.

The palace at the highest point of Xishan can no longer be as calm as the previous day, shrouded in a tense and suppressed atmosphere.

Whether it is the abbot of Baotong Monastery or the head of the Kunlun School, his expressions are very ugly.

The Trinidad map placed in front of the head elders has lost its effect, and the cold mist covering the mountains has cut off their sight.

Flyers landed outside the fence, Commander Qingtian walked in with a solemn expression, and said, "The preliminary inventory is complete."

He Guo Gong suddenly raised his head and asked: "How much?"

The Commanding Division of Qingtian Division said: "Forty-three, the number may rise."

Hearing these words, the room became deadly silent, and the atmosphere became more depressing.

Meihui Road War is indeed dangerous, but when did it happen?

Only one morning, more than forty contestants died like this!

Those contestants are still very young and not high in realm, but they are all genius disciples cultivated by various sects, which can be said to be the future of the realm of righteous practice.

This kind of loss can be called tragic no matter how you look at it.

He Guogong took a deep breath and said, "Fortunately, Zenzi reminded him in time, otherwise I am afraid that more people will die in this fog."

The abbot of Baotong Monastery said in a low voice, "What is this fog? Why is it so strange. It is said that today's fog is colder than the previous days?"

"Yes, and today the fog is very heavy, there is no sign of dispersing, it is very difficult to find everyone."

Commander Qingtian said.

He Guogong looked at the head of the Kunlun School, Nan Wang and others, and asked: "Can I go inside again?"

Rather than waiting for the head of Kunlun and Nan Wang and others to reply, the commander shook his head and said: "The wind above the snowy field is also affected by the strange fog, and it is more violent than usual. For a long time, let alone go inside."

The red and warm light passed through the railings and through the windows, and fell on the heads and elders, but they didn't feel any warmth, they just felt cold.

The mountains tens of thousands of miles away are countless times colder than expected.

If you can’t move on, what about the young disciples who have gone deep into the mountains?

Especially the team of Luo Huainan and Tonglu, they went too far...

Commander Qingtian looked down at the magic weapon and said to everyone: "Master Duhai has entered."

Hearing these words, the face of the elder of the Zhongzhou faction improved a little. The chief of the Law Hall of Guocheng Temple took the action personally, and it should be possible to save a few people.

He Guogong said: "The leader of the wind knife and the commander of the Zhenbei Divine Army received the will, and they are also going inside at this time."

"Hurry up, or I'm worried they might fall inside."

The head of Kunlun said in a cold voice: "Don't think that I am alarmist. The chill in the fog is the cold bird I sent. How long can they last?"

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In the depths of the mountains, the cold fog is extremely thick, and the dense fog is extremely cold.

Two powerful auras appeared, and the gust of wind roared, bringing snow and gravel all over the ground, and dispersing the dense fog out of a space of tens of meters.

The commander of the Zhenbei Divine Army and the leader of the wind knife came together and looked at each other.

The two northern powerhouses have disliked each other for many years, but when they looked at each other today, there was no sarcasm, only surprise.

This cold mist is really weird, even they feel that the movement of the true essence in their bodies is a bit stagnant, how can those young disciples bear it?

As for the two teams of Luo Huainan and Tonglu, there are still survivors, they have no hope.

The cold mist in front of me suddenly deformed.

The monk crossing the sea came out of the fog carrying two people, Tonglu and one of his companions.

The companion was already unconscious, but Tonglu was still awake, struggling and shouting: "Let me down! Let me down!"

The monk crossing the sea released his hand, Tonglu fell to the snow, climbed up with difficulty, staggeringly rushed into the fog.

A crisp sound!

The Wind Knife Master slapped him to the ground with a slap, and shouted in a deep voice: "The chill is so great over there, we can't stay for too long, do you want to die!"

"Luohuainan is still inside!"

Tonglu struggled and wanted to stand up, and said with a trembling, "I'm going to save him, I'm going to save him."

The leader of the wind knife and the commander of the Zhenbei Divine Army looked at each other, a little puzzled.

The relationship between the Zhongzhou faction and the Xihai Sword faction is easing, but it is definitely not close, not to mention the fierce competition between Luohuainan and Tonglu in this road war. It is precisely because of this that their team will go deep into the group. Mountain north. Why does Tonglu behave at this time as if it is a life-and-death relationship with Luo Huainan?

"He was in an accident to save me, how can I leave him alone!"

Tonglu slapped his face like crazy: "I want a face!"

The wind knife master frowned slightly, knocked him unconscious with a palm, looked at the monk crossing the sea and asked: "Master, how is the situation over there?"

The sea-crossing monk’s eyebrows are covered with frost, and he said sadly: "The extreme cold is only one end, and there are other weirdnesses. Every time I take a step, I feel Zen restless."

The leader of the wind knife and the commander of the Zhenbei Divine Army looked at each other again, shocked to think that even the chief of the Law Hall of Guocheng Temple could not hold back the Zen heart?

"Luo Huainan can't be saved, let's go."

The wind knife leader said solemnly.

The commander of the Zhenbei Divine Army said: "Wait a minute, there is still white early."

The Monk Duhai sighed and said, "There is also Jing Jiu."

Before entering the cold mist, each of them received unreasonable requests.

The commander of the Zhenbei Shenjun is a court official, and he is naturally close to the Zhongzhou faction.

Monk Duhai was personally instructed by Zen Zi to take care of Jing Jiu.

The wind knife leader looked at the commander of the Zhenbei Shenjun and said: "Zhongzhou faction said that it had already carried a positioning magical weapon?"

The commander of the Zhenbei God Army said: "I didn't find it, it should be too far apart."

The wind knife master felt troublesome, and said: "It was obviously the Qingshan disciple named Jing Jiu who discovered the problem first, why did they run in instead?"

No one knows the answer.

The cold mist gradually gathered again, and there was a faint breath in the depth of the mist.

The leader of the wind knife suddenly changed his expression and said: "I can't stay here anymore."

The monk crossing the sea looked at the cold mist and sighed again, the rosary in his hand shone light, illuminating the way forward.

The leader of the wind knife and the commander of the Zhenbei Shenjun brought up Tonglu and the other comatose young disciple respectively, sacrificed a magic weapon to break through the cold mist, set off in the air, and returned to the cloud ship of the Zhongzhou Sect.

The elders of the Zhongzhou faction found that Luo Huainan and Bai Zao did not come back with them, and their expressions became extremely ugly.

But he knew that the situation was tense now, so he didn't say anything, and ordered the cloud ship to break through the wind and fly towards the south.

The monk crossing the sea whispered a few words with the Zhongzhou faction elder, and walked back to the side of the cloud ship and looked down at the snowy mountains and mountains.

There is no sound, there is nothing, the mountains have disappeared, only the boundless cold fog.

The whiteness is so clean.

Tonglu woke up and looked at the clouds above.

The clouds were blown into chaos by the violent wind, and they changed into countless shapes, but they didn't make any changes in his eyes.

The severely frostbitten finger should be very itchy at this moment, and the expression in his eyes has not changed.

He has no expression in his eyes, thinking about the scenes at that moment in a daze.

The terrifying snow worm, the tragic death of his companions, and his own despair, Luo Huainan's tall figure appeared.

Finally, the tall figure disappeared into the worm's mouth like a black hole.

"You must survive."

Tonglu's face was pale, and he muttered to himself: "Otherwise, what's the point of me beating you like this?"

I don’t know if he is concentrating on Dao warfare, ignoring the external situation, or being overly frightened, and a little tranced. He doesn't know that the first Dao warfare this year is Jing Jiu.

The monk crossing the sea took a look at him~IndoMTL.com~ The same doubts as the leader of the wind knife grew in his heart.

Jing Jiu was the first to perceive the danger, but why did he go into the fog so that he didn't know his life or death now?

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