The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 156: If grandparents and grandchildren meet each other, how can they know that hot pot is popular?
A sword rainbow passed across the chest.
The ancestor Xuanyin snorted, falling like fallen leaves.
His realm is not far from the real person of Liu Ci, the head of Qingshan, but he just shook his face with the emperor, and his spiritual consciousness was greatly impacted. How can he avoid Liu Ci’s gaining momentum for a few days and Qingshan? The strongest sword blessed?
Just when everyone thought that the ancestor Xuan Yin was bound to die, the fallen leaf suddenly disappeared in the wind, leaving only a burning black smoke.
The black smoke is composed of extremely fine black powder. It should be the vajra he used when he attacked the unicorn. I don’t know what kind of evil method he used to replace his body, temporarily saving his life, but it burned. It was because the ancestor's blood was spilled, indicating that he was still seriously injured.
The sword light disappeared in the sea of clouds.
This matter did not end there.
The sea of clouds rolled and rested, like the snow on the top of Shenmo Peak, and the cat named Liu Ada walked through it.
Countless sword intent appeared above the sea of clouds, scattered on the earth, covering the mountains, rivers and lakes of the East China Sea more than a hundred miles away.
Those sword intents are either rugged, or calm, intertwined, but not like a net, but more like a mountain, or a giant sword.
A distance of more than ten miles, the sword intent is still clearly transmitted to the ground, and the mountain guard array of Guocheng Temple is once again excited, appearing extremely vigilant and even uneasy, the winter trees on the edge are wobbly, needle-like leaves It keeps falling, like rain.
The villagers outside the Guocheng Temple and the patients who have not returned home cannot feel the sword intent, but can clearly feel the awe and fear in their hearts.
The smell of firecrackers and bacon was cut into pieces, and passed away with the wind along with the atmosphere of the New Year.
Those sword intents seemed to be looking for something. The sword's blade of the giant sword headed north from Guocheng Temple, then turned to the east, and came to the sea.
The sea waves suddenly fell silent.
The blade of the invisible giantsword moved north again.
Where passed, evil cultivator monsters appeared one after another and fled in all directions. Some of the big monsters who knew their sins were deeply guilty of the dangers of the earth's veins, and desperately burrowed into the ground.
Jianfeng fell outside Shuiyue Temple.
The Tongtianjing leading to the underworld became quieter than usual. I couldn’t hear the whimpering wind. There were two or three weak yin spirits who avoided the scripture spells. They were silently suppressed when they just showed their heads. Green smoke.
The master of Shuiyuean stood up by the lake, feeling the sword intent in the sky, his face was solemn, and thinking about what happened, Qingshan actually activated the sword formation!
She turned and looked inside.
In the round window, the winter is still sleeping.
Master 庵 thought silently, Sister, when will you wake up?
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Whether it is the leader of the righteous sect, or the rat of the evil sect, whether it is the young ghost of the earth, or the ghost of the underworld, before this sword intent, they all felt fear.
Is this the green mountain sword formation in the rumor?
is thousands of miles away, but it can affect the world by the East China Sea. This is really unimaginable.
The monk crossing the sea looked at Zhuo Rusui who was in a coma, and thought with emotion, being stared at by the green mountain sword array is indeed a certain death.
No wonder the ancestor Xuanyin and the other two sword escapers have peerless magical powers, but they can only live without seeing the day.
If it wasn't for someone to prepare, I believe the ancestor Xuanyin is dead.
And the ancestor Xuan Yin was seriously injured at this time. If you can't isolate the exploration of the Qingshan sword formation, who knows how many minutes will survive?
The blood of the ancestor Xuanyin fell from the sky to the Guocheng Temple, still burning, and soon ignited several temples near Jingyuan.
The senior monk of Guocheng Temple withdrew from the mountain-protection formation of Venerable Open Fire at the fastest speed, and changed to Venerable Water Purifier holding the bottle formation. However, the fire can only be controlled slightly, and it becomes smaller, but unable to Put out the fire immediately.
Hundreds of monks rushed over from the main halls in the backyard of the former temple, carrying buckets to prepare for the fire. They were busy, and the scene looked extremely chaotic.
Jing Jiu turned and looked at the two mountains behind Jingyuan.
You can see the corners of Chenghua Hall in the mountains.
No one.
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Before Jing Jiu looked over, there was a conversation at the corner of Chenghua Hall.
At that time, Zhuo Rusui had just raised his head and looked at the ancestor Xuanyin.
Yin San and the white cat have lived in the green hills for countless years. They are naturally the most sensitive and have already judged what is about to happen.
A hint of coldness flashed in the eyes of the white cat, and he silently thought: "You will be miserable now."
Yin San escaped from the sword prison and borrowed his weight to repair. It has only been 30 years. No matter how talented he is, no matter how rich his experience, he will not take a detour, at best, he is still a wilderness. If the ancestor Xuanyin is killed and he loses the protection of the super strong, how can he survive?
The strange thing is that Yin San is very calm. It seems that Liu Ci will produce swords and the Qingshan sword formation will start.
He didn't seem to care about the life and death of the ancestor Xuanyin, and said: "I said tonight is to watch the show."
The cold emotions in the white cat’s eyes turned into fear again, wondering what else would happen?
Yin San stood up, ready to leave.
In the woods outside Chenghua Hall, there was a sound of breaking branches, and the **** sword light spread out like clouds.
A figure rose through the air and landed on the corner of the eaves. It was Zhao Layue.
She was thrown into the woods by Jing Jiu. She didn't fall too hard, but her mind was slightly confused. It was only then that she became a little more sober.
She looked at the young monk, and asked vigilantly: "Who are you?"
Yin San said with emotion: "It's really rude, no wonder I didn't like you from the beginning."
After saying this, he tapped the corner of the eaves with his toes, floating up like a big bird, and quickly disappearing into the forest on the side of Chenghua Hall.
Such a fast but ethereal body style, Zhao Layue has only seen it in one person, and the alertness in her heart increased greatly, but she did not hesitate to take the sword up.
Fussi sword turned into a gorgeous **** light and disappeared in the mountain forest.
The white cat finally regained her freedom, turned her head and looked into the forest, subconsciously walked a few steps there, and then stopped.
He turned his head and walked towards the front of the eaves corner, looked at Jing Yuan, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with Jing Jiu, and then slowly stopped.
Where should go?
This is really the most esoteric problem in the world, the hardest choice.
It hesitated and struggled, and gave birth to infinite shame, and finally lay on the corner of the eaves, and didn't move at all.
love who and who.
This cat is not waiting.
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Among the main swords of the Nine Peaks of the Green Mountains, the Buer Sword is the fastest, the Three Feet Sword is the coldest, and the Jikong Sword is the lightest, and the Sui Sword is the softest.
Fusi sword ranks last in the nine swords, but as the saber of the real Jingyang, its power and level are by no means the last. If it is based on speed, it is even the fastest.
is the fastest among Qingshan Nine Swords, so it can almost be said to be the fastest sword in the world.
Zhao Layue, who is in the early stage of the wild, fully controls the Fusi sword, and can be up to the sea-breaking realm of the ordinary flying sword.
In an instant, she crossed the forest behind the Temple of Chenghua, passed the outermost monk of Guocheng Temple, and came to the cliff outside the side door.
What shocked her was that the young monk had no swords, no magic weapons, and could not see any volleys. He could fly so fast just by flicking his sleeves, even her Can't catch up.
It would be fine if the young monk is a great creature in the Heavenly Transcendent Realm. The problem is that she has sharp sword eyes and is very sure that the realm of the other party is just about the same as her own.
What exactly did the other party use? Is it a bird demon?
something that shocked her even more happened.
The young monk suddenly turned around, looked at her and smiled and said, "I'm not a demon chicken, don't think about it."
There are two reasons why Zhao Layue was shocked.
The young monk turned and flew, extremely chic, but the speed did not slow down at all, it was really terrifying.
And he actually said the secret name of Master Yin Feng, which shows that he has a deep connection with Qingshan!
"Senior, please stay!"
Zhao Layue said in a deep voice, but Fei Jian did not slow down at all, and chased the opponent.
Bird shadow and sword light floated over the cliff and the vegetable garden under the cliff.
There is a creaking sound from the vegetable garden.
Someone opened the door.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay."
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The sky shifted by a minute, and the shadow of the tree increased by a few inches, and it was more than 70 miles away from Guocheng Temple.
The red clouds gathered, Zhao Layue appeared, stepping on the sword, and looking at the huge banyan tree beside the official road.
On the last day of the old year, people spend the New Year at home. There is no one on the official road, so there is no need to worry about being frightened or being killed by the aftermath of fighting by practitioners.
The sound of Qingyou's flute came from the banyan tree, and the joy was not so festive that it welcomed the New Year, as if it was just for the Qingtianji officials.
Yin San leaned on the branch, holding the bone flute in both hands, blew a few words at random and then put it down.
He also feels a little tired, a little short of breath, and needs a rest.
"Don't worry, you can rest a while, I think your flute is very good."
Zhao Layue said blankly: "Although playing the flute at this time, it is indeed a bit inexplicable, too pretentious."
According to her temperament, she finally caught up with her. Of course, she should directly kill the opponent with the sword instead of talking nonsense.
The same is true for her in the spiritual world.
is so because she wants to delay.
Controlling the sword at such a fast speed is also a great burden for her, and she needs time to reply.
More importantly, she is not confident...to be able to keep this young monk.
Whether it is procrastination or lack of self-confidence, it is very rare for her.
This has something to do with the marvellous body technique displayed by the young monk, and it is also deeply in her heart because of the scene on the top of the Chenghua Temple.
At that time, Lord White Ghost was held in his arms by the young monk, behaving very well-behaved and honest.
At the top of Shenmo Peak for so many years, neither she nor Gu Qing or Yuanqu have seen it like this.
This young monk can actually control Lord White Ghost... No matter how confident she is, she knows that she can't be this person's opponent.
"Want to delay? It's not like the legendary Zhao Layue."
Yin San put the bone flute back around his waist, looked at her and said with a smile.
Zhao Layue doesn't care that the other party sees that she is dragging time, because she knows that she is not Concubine Hu, nor Xiao He, and she is not good at acting.
"Then who is the legendary senior?"
Yin San did not answer her question, and said: "Jing Jiu dare not bring the chicken and dog with him. Old tortoise can't take him, so he can only take the cat. The problem is... cats have always been very courageous. I am small, so my realm is not as high as you imagined. Would you like to try to kill me?"
The four guardians of Qingshan, to this young monk, they are like pets raised by the neighbors... Zhao Layue then thought that when she thought that the other party was a bird monster, the other party had given an answer. Then when he thought of Lord Bai Gui at this time, he answered again, his expression slightly changed.
Does the other party know how to read minds?
"What is mind reading? That is a trick played by warlocks of the rivers and lakes. I use Taoism, not a trick."
Yin San sighed and said: "Qingshan is really inferior to one generation. Didn't Jing Jiu teach you the principle of tolerance?"
Zhao Layue’s guess was confirmed, her eyes became more alert, and she wondered what kind of monster she had encountered.
The next moment, she expelled all these thoughts from the sea of knowledge, the sword intent returned to Ning, and the Taoist heart was transparent, preventing the other party from prying into her own mind.
It was at this moment~IndoMTL.com~ She thought of a certain possibility.
yin San raised her eyebrows slightly, looking a little unhappy, and said with a mockery, "Why don't you? Because I was afraid that others would guess my own thoughts, so I didn't want to, just like I was worried about being disturbed by the world, so I never Joining the WTO? Because I was worried about shit, I didn’t eat, because I was worried about death, so I didn’t live at all?"
Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said: "How you think has nothing to do with me, and how I think has nothing to do with you."
yin said without expression on three faces: "Do you know why I don’t like you? Because you are becoming more and more like him, and you don’t care about everything. You only know that the sword guards oneself, the practice breaks the realm, and the boring one is extremely boring. The whole world, between one meal and one meal, the path of desperation is really tacky."
Zhao Layue said: "This is the duty of a monk."
Yin San shook his head and said: "No, you were led astray by him. I know you liked hot pot a lot, but you want to come now and you are no longer there."
Zhao Layue said: "You are wrong, I still like hot pot."
yin three eyes changed slightly, and said: "Does he care about you?"
Zhao Layue looked into his eyes and said seriously: "He told me that everyone has their own way, so he doesn’t like hot pot, but it won’t stop me from eating hot pot, and you like hot pot. Thinking of letting all the people in the world and even people in the world come to eat, this is wrong."
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