The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 135: Win the top

? Qin Huang woke up, looked at Jing Jiu standing in front of the tripod, desperate, and muttered: "This is impossible, how could the rules be broken?"

Jing Jiu turned his head and glanced at him, thinking that this question was really stupid.

The meaning or goal of Taoism is to break the rules, get rid of the shackles, and ascend to the great road.

If you count on God’s mercy or permission, the sky thunder does not fall, it is impossible. You must not be afraid of the sky thunder to get out of the sky.

This is true whether in the real world or in the illusion.

From the first day of rebirth in the Chu State Palace, when he heard the words in his mind, he hadn't thought about aspirations.

What he wanted to do was to win the championship!

Becoming a co-lord of the world, it does not make sense to get the approval of the so-called divine envoy, because it is still hoped in the sky or other people.

As long as it can break the rules and break the upper limit of this world, this tripod is naturally his.

In the eyes of many people, including Emperor Qin, this is an impossible thing, but in his opinion, it is something that all inquirers should do.

The world in Qingtianjian is solidified and unchanged. The questioner comes from the outside world. As long as the Taoist heart can be kept clear, there shouldn't be that line in his eyes.

Take the truth into the false, how can the rules here restrain them?

This matter is simple to say, but in fact it is very difficult. Except for a figure like Jing Jiu who has a sharp sword heart and ignores the wind and rain for thousands of years, who can do it?

"Even if you break the rules, how do you get the immortal urn?"

Qin Huang shouted at his back unwillingly: "If you are admitted by the envoy, he will give you the immortal urn, who can give it to you now!"

The ornamentation on the surface of the bronze cauldron faintly exudes immortal meaning, and the immortal urn is inside if you want to come, but just as Qin Huang said, how should Jing Jiu take it out?

"Rules are the ornamentation of the world. After they disappear, all reality will appear."

Jing Jiu ignored Emperor Qin, looked at the bronze cauldron and said, "So you are an immortal urn."

After saying this, he stretched out his hand to take the tripod.

When his fingers were still some distance away from the bronze cauldron, they suddenly stopped.

He slowly retracted his right hand and looked at the bronze cauldron quietly. He was silent for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking or waiting for.

Qin Huang looked at him from behind, and countless suspicions and anxiety surged in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, Jing Jiu changed his left hand and stretched out to the bronze cauldron again.

Now that he has made a decision, he no longer hesitates. His movements are like the lightest wind and the fastest lightning, holding the bronze cauldron.

In the past thirty years or so, he has looked at this bronze cauldron many times in the small temple, and held it many times, and he is sure it is just an ordinary bronze cauldron.

This time he felt a distinct difference.

An extremely powerful atmosphere of the fairy family.

There is also an extremely faintly divine mind.

The bronze cauldron suddenly disappeared.

Jing Jiu's expression became serious, and his left hand clenched into a fist.

Countless bright rays of light shot out from his hands, directly illuminating his palms very brightly, even the bones were very clear.

The picture is beautiful and weird.

Those rays of light carry an extremely elegant and peaceful atmosphere of the fairy family, seemingly gentle, but I don't know how much power is hidden.

Jing Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly, and his body trembled.

The pain he actually endured at this time was far beyond what he showed.

This is the impact of the atmosphere of the fairy family!

If you change to another questioner, even Zhao Layue, the most determined Dao heart, can only let go of the palm at this time.

Jing Jiu didn't let go, his face became paler and paler, like a piece of paper.

There was a bird's song in the distance from the summit, which seemed to be a warning.

A stream of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, but he still refused to let it go.

In the far deep space, perhaps even from another world, an extremely clear ringtone rang.

Jing Jiu's eyes were clearer, almost indifferent, and he let out a soft drink.

"Receive!"

There was a soft snap.

It's like a book being folded.

There was a loud bang.

Hundreds of muffled thunders sounded at the same time, and then disappeared instantly.

Buzhou Mountain shook violently, as if it would collapse in the next moment.

The gravel ruins on the top of the peak floated up, spreading quickly to the surroundings.

The same goes for the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

Countless things were pushed back to the edge of space by an invisible and magnificent force!

The azure blue becomes more azure blue, and the clarification becomes more clarification.

A void appeared on the summit.

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Jing Jiu stood in the center of the void, looking towards the sky.

He found that the sky seemed to be thinner, and that was closer.

Then he looked to the ground and found that the ground seemed thicker, and it was also closer.

This also means that the world seems to be a few minutes closer than before.

Then he looked down at his left hand.

His left hand is still clenched into a fist, and there is a faint hint of fairy between his fingers.

Those fairy meanings are very light, no one except him should be able to perceive them.

Xianlu was in hand, and it was time to leave.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, from the blue sea in the east to the capital of Chu in the west, and finally fell in the mountains and found that the cyan leaves turned red again.

"Go away."

I don’t know who this sentence was said to.

He took a step towards the void.

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Yunmeng Mountain.

Echo Valley.

Louhoudongfu.

By the side of Qingtianjian.

Many eyes fell on Jing Jiu.

The moment he stood up from the futon, all the questioners knew something was about to happen.

Jing Jiu moved suddenly and took a step forward.

Then he opened his eyes and woke up.

He looked around and saw Liu Shisui, Bai Zao, Tong Yan, Zhuo Rusui, and some questioners who hadn't remembered their names.

Including Tong Yan, all the questioners bowed to him and saluted him as congratulations.

Jing Jiu nodded in greeting, glanced at Liu Shisui, and walked out of the cave.

The little glazed bell made a clear sound and followed behind him.

Seeing this scene, everyone was surprised.

The questioner will inevitably feel confused after returning from the illusion of the blue sky, even a character like Xi Yiyun will take a while to truly calm down.

Who can be so peaceful as he does not need time to dissolve the transformation of reality and illusion, just like it did not exist in the past few decades!

"You stand still!"

Suddenly there was an angry shout from the cave.

People turned around and looked around.

Sitting on the futon, Bai Qianjun has also woke up with his eyes open, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

"You are not in compliance with the rules! I am not convinced!"

Tong Yan frowned slightly, so it became thicker.

He knew what Junior Sister was inconvenient to say at this time, so he was ready to speak.

No one thought that Bai Qianjun just came out of the illusion at this time, still carrying Qin Huang's violent temperament, and acting in a trance, it was extremely chaotic.

He used the method of escape from heaven and earth to come behind Jing Jiu, and blasted past with a punch!

His fist exudes a faint white light, with a very mysterious and powerful aura.

Jing Jiu turned around, and also hit a simple punch.

Bai Zao secretly said that it was not good. Jing Jiu didn't know that the senior brother used the magic weapon of his life, and actually greeted him with his fists, fearing that he would suffer a big loss.

She had too much confidence in Jing Jiu, and she never thought about making a move by herself. At this time, it was too late to sacrifice Nanping Bell.

Qingshanzong cultivates the sword, and the Zhongzhou School cultivates the Xuanmen Taoism. They are not good at strength, but as a practitioner, the body is stronger than iron, and the fist is naturally like a heavy hammer. When everyone thought about it, when two fists met, there would be a thunderous roar. No one thought that the next thing that resounded through the cave was actually a sound...

"Crack!"

The click is very crisp, like the freshly picked fruit was forcibly broken by a young man with his hands, and it was like fresh sugar cane being broken by someone.

In fact, this sound is more like a table and chair in disrepair being crushed by someone.

It's like the small temple at the top of Buzhou Mountain that was turned into ruins.

In the cracking sound, Bai Qianjun's fists were shaken apart, all his fingers were broken, and the magic weapon of his life was broken into pieces.

That unimaginable terrifying force followed his arm and shattered his arm bones and shoulder bones one after another, and countless gaps were cracked between his shoulder bones and sternum.

That's the case.

Bai Qianjun was blown by a punch, and fell heavily into the blue sky mirror, spouting countless blood.

There is dead silence in the cave.

People looked at Jing Jiu in shock.

It is well known all over the world, especially after the sword fight with Zhuo Rusui, Jing Jiu can be said to be the strongest among the younger generation of practitioners. But Bai Qianjun was also a young genius who had been secretly cultivated by the Zhongzhou faction for many years. According to reason, the realm gap between the two sides was certainly not that big.

Why does Jing Jiu and Bai Qianjun fight each other~IndoMTL.com~ have such a crushing power?

This is definitely not a problem of realm gap, nor is it the reason for the abundant Jianyuan.

People's eyes fell on Jing Jiu's fist and found that he was using a left fist.

Tong Yan remembered one thing-after waking up from the illusion of Blue Sky, Jing Jiu's left hand has been held, never let go.

Thinking about the final scene in the illusion, he suddenly had a strange conjecture, didn't Jing Jiu put the immortal urn away, but kept holding it in his hand?

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(I know I haven’t written enough lately, but I’ve coughed enough~ I’m not naughty anymore, just say it seriously, it’s interesting to write.

I will end the fantasy chapter tomorrow, let’s chat with you a few words about my feelings and thoughts when I wrote this paragraph. )

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