The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 138: Yes, Uncle Master

? The big jade-pan eye in the shadow is the kylin of the Zhenshan beast of Zhongzhou School.

Hearing Zhenren Bai's words, Qilin's eyes became more cold, and his killing intent seemed to be substantive, and he obviously wanted to kill Jing Jiu.

"Xianlu cannot be refined, he is a dead man, you don't have to do it yourself."

Mr. Bai said calmly: "You and I don't know about this matter."

"Jian Ling has a problem, do you want to call it out to ask?" Qilin said with divine knowledge.

"It's going to be a demon, why bother to ask?"

Mr. Bai reached out his hand and grabbed something into the night sky.

The object is the Qingtianjian, but she does not know how she uses it to shrink it into a small disc, which can be held in her hand.

Countless deep-cold profound energy overflowed from Master Bai's fingers, and the surface of Qingtianjian gradually froze.

This layer of profound ice seems extremely thin, but in fact it is extremely hard, even with a fairy sword.

She waved the frozen Qingtianjian and suppressed it into the deep veins of Yunmeng Mountain.

Hundreds of years later, Jian Ling dissipates, the illusion is restarted, or Qing Tian Jian can see the sky again.

Looking at this scene, there was a satisfied look in Qilin's eyes, and he felt that this was the most appropriate treatment.

Mr. Bai left the cave and came to the heights of Yunmeng Mountain. His breath was getting colder, as if it had become an indestructible snow mountain that was freezing cold.

This time I asked the conference, the purpose of the Zhongzhou faction is to find an inheritor for the immortal urn, as long as it is strong enough, no matter who it is.

But since it was the Qingshan disciple who got the immortal urn, the successor would become the bearer.

There is only one word difference between the successor and the bearer, but the encounters are vastly different.

As she said to Qilin, that person will be controlled by the immortal urn and become a puppet unless the other party can refine the immortal urn.

Looking at the world, who can refine an immortal urn?

Thinking about this question, a very faint warning appeared deep in her eyes.

The gray shadows who escaped from the town demon prison, the underworld emperor who was released, asked for decades, only thinking about breaking through the realm of cultivation, not crushing the void on the top of the mountain...

Is it really you?

Are you still alive?

Then you should die this time, right?

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Countless traces were cut on the floor, walls, and door frames of the Molting House, which looked like dense runes. The sky fell on it, and various strange shapes were reflected.

Jing Jiu was lying in the bamboo chair, his right index finger slowly rubbing on the door frame, feeling the wonderful touch, looking at Nan Wang's back, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly a mountain breeze rises between the cliffs, blowing away the flowing clouds, breaking open a void, and the green shirt is faintly flashing.

Nan Wang got up and saluted.

Liu Ci, the head of Qingshan, walked in from outside the cliff.

He is undoubtedly the most prominent figure in Chaotian Continent, but there is nothing special about him except that he is somewhat tall and tall.

He is wearing an ordinary cloth, with flat eyebrows, and a gentle expression, like a sword in a sheath, without sharp edges.

Of course, his breath is broad and tolerant, and like a sword sheath, he can bear everything.

Liu Ci waved Nan Wang to leave.

Nan Wang raised his eyebrows slightly, the Jinse sword moved, condensed the strings of the sword as much as possible, then turned around and snorted.

Looking at her angry and leaving, Liu Ci smiled pettingly, and then noticed that Jing Jiu also had a faint smile on his face.

Liu Ci was a little surprised, to know that this level of faint smile was already considered to be the extreme indulgence for Jing Jiu.

In this way, in the seventy years of Qingtianjian, there have been some changes after all.

The sleeves of Liu Ci's robe moved slightly, and the sword intent of the sky spread out, and an invisible sword formation enveloped the house of shed skin.

Even if the Qilin of Yunmengshan sneaked up close, he couldn't hear the next conversation between him and Jing Jiu.

"The immortal urn of longevity is not a deputy urn, but a main urn."

Without any chatter or foreword, Jing Jiu said directly.

Liu Ci said: "The ancestor Bai left behind the three masters and three mates, and later used a urn when suppressing the Emperor Underworld, and asked that the conference actually took out a urn, what do they want to do?"

The immortal urn is the real magic weapon of the immortal family. Only the Zhongzhou school has it in the world today. It is the legacy left by the white-bladed immortal when he ascended.

If the immortal energy in the auxiliary urn is obtained by ordinary people, it will be enough to cleanse the roots and set foot on the road of spiritual practice. If it is obtained by practitioners, it can prolong life for decades. Zhenglu has more immortal energy, and more importantly, it is very likely that the immortal intent of the white ancestors remains in it, which is the highest method for practitioners to understand the heaven and earth, and ascend to the Tao.

Liu Ci didn't understand it at first, even if the Zhongzhou School wanted to be a leader of the right way, why would he come up with a fairy urn as a reward for asking the Tao?

Now that he knew it was Zhenglu, it made him feel strange.

It is absolutely reluctant to replace him as the head of Qingshan.

What exactly does Zhongzhou School want to do?

The immortal is not in the world, and no one has ever come into contact with the immortal urn. Logically speaking, no one can guess the idea of ​​the Zhongzhou School, except for Jing Jiu.

He said: "Xianyi is a fairy consciousness left by the blade. She may return from the outside world through some kind of Taoism."

Liu Ci thought about the scene when the Emperor Underworld was suppressed, and his expression suddenly became solemn, and said: "Seize the house?"

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, it's similar to what your master thought back then, so the Zhongzhou School needs to choose the strongest and most suitable Dao body, first use the fairy consciousness to secretly control it, and then wait for that moment to come."

Liu Ci felt inexplicable, and said: "It's hard to get out, what do you do when you come back?"

Jing Jiu said: "It's just an immortal consciousness, and it will not be all her who comes back."

Liu Ci looked at the Yunmeng mountains beyond the cliff, shook his head and said: "The way of Zhongzhou is always so sticky."

Jing Jiu said: "For the Zhongzhou faction, this is a hidden thunder. If something happens in the future, the thunder will come and no one can resist."

Even if the White Blade Immortal who returned to Chaotian Continent through the immortal urn is just a clone, it is still not something that the cultivators on the mainland can resist.

The immortal is the immortal, and one percent of the immortals are also immortals.

Liu Ci said: "I really want to see what kind of power Lei Luo will be."

Jing Jiu said: "I can't fall down because of her bad luck, the immortal urn fell into my hands."

Liu Ci said: "What are you going to do?"

Jing Jiu said: "Of course, this immortal urn was refined and she couldn't come back."

Liu Ci looked into his eyes and said: "You know this is a difficult thing."

Jing Jiu looked at the left fist and said, "Since I am in my hand, I can only do this."

Liu Ci said: "If you can really refine this immortal urn, Yunmengshan will definitely be able to guess your identity."

Jing Jiu asked calmly: "Am I a bad guy?"

Liu Ci said calmly: "Not a good person, but not a bad person either."

Jing Jiu said: "In this case, even if the world guesses my identity, what can it be?"

Only a few people in the world know his true identity.

Zhao Layue might have guessed it vaguely, but since she refused to point out, he assumed that she didn't know.

Just like the one in Shuiyue Temple.

His true identity was exposed, and it was Qingshan's reputation that was really affected.

The uncle who succeeded in ascension and the uncle who failed in ascension and reincarnated and rebuilt, these are two different things.

Liu Ci said: "Have you figured out how to refine this immortal urn?"

Jing Jiu said: "I'm thinking."

Liu Ci said: "During the process of your thinking, that immortal consciousness will occupy your Dao body and control your Dao heart. How to stop it?"

Jing Jiu said: "If it is not feasible, I will cut off my left hand."

Liu Ci looked at his left hand and said: "Actually, I have a very good way to put something around your fist to ensure that nothing will happen."

Jing Jiu squinted, looked at him and said, "You know I won't agree."

Liu Ci smiled and said: "I just talk about it casually, what are you anxious about."

Jing Jiu said: "Send me back to Qingshan as soon as possible."

Liu Ci's gaze fell on his left hand again, knowing that he actually didn't have the complete confidence to refine this immortal urn.

The cracks on the floor of the Molting House suddenly trembled, and then floated up slightly, turning into lines visible to the naked eye.

Liu Ci's eyes are calm but focused, like a puddle with no wind forever.

Jing Jiu knew what he was going to do, raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not refuse.

Countless sword intent fell on his left hand, densely wrapped in layers, like an invisible glove.

No trace of immortal energy can flow from Jing Jiu's fingers, no matter how sensitive the beast is, it can't smell it.

This is the sword technique of the Qingshan main peak, and it is also the highest-level formation technique of Chaotian Continent. It seems invisible, but in fact it is qualitative.

Jing Jiu admitted that neither he nor his senior, Chengtian Sword was as good as Liu Ci, and that Gu Qing's talent was still a bit worse, just to see if he could think of other ways.

He asked: "Is the irregularity of the trip resolved?"

Liu Ci said: "Otherwise, what am I doing here? Knowing that you have always taken an unusual way~ IndoMTL.com~ Jing Jiu said: "Since the Zhongzhou sent out immortal urn is this kind of idea, it will not hinder it. As for The path I choose is the only path, not deliberately. "

Liu Ci shook his head and said, "Master said when he played cards that year, you have a different way of doing things, and there are some tendons."

Jing Jiu said, "We haven't played cards for 300 years, right?"

Liu Ci was silent for a while, saluted and said: "Yes, Uncle Master."

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(Today is the birthday of Sister Shabao, Fenghuo, and Chen Changsheng. Happy birthday to them. Tomorrow is Butterfly Blue's birthday. I wish them together, and then my teeth are so uncomfortable...)

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