The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 17: The consciousness of Jing 9

Jing Jiu didn't control the sword, not because of habit, but out of safety considerations.

As a conservative, I met three Xuanyin cultists as soon as I came out of the ground, and I always had to figure out what happened in Lengshan first.

There was a lone mountain in front of the terrain, and he walked up.

The higher the mountain, the lighter the color of the weeds on the ground, from yellow to white, like snow.

When he came to the highest point of the lonely mountain, he sat down. There was a cliff in front of him, and there was still a wasteland under the cliff.

Universal front left his hand, cut the frosty grass, piled it on his body and the ground, and then quietly got into the grass clippings.

Jing Jiu restrained his aura and became an inconspicuous stone. Even if someone walked in front of him, it would be difficult to find his existence.

He looked at the wasteland in front of the cliff. The green grass, which is hard to find nearby, would turn into sporadic greens if separated far away.

He just remembered that it turned out that it was early spring.

Early spring is a beautiful day for all things to grow, and it is also a day for the Qingshan Swordsman Conference to be held.

That young man can climb so high on Jianfeng, seeing his panicked look after Zhao Layue is so natural, holding his head and rolling down the mountain so proficiently, it is indeed a manufacturable. I know if Gu Qing has done this.

He is learning from his senior brother to avoid the helpless ending of his previous life.

It is always good to have more apprentices and helpers, such as Fang Jingtian, chicken and corpse dog, such as the monk crossing the sea, Xuanyinzi, and the underworld master who just met him.

That's why he collected Liu Shisui in that small mountain village, followed by Zhao Layue, Gu Qing, Yuanqu, and now the boy who doesn't know his name.

Of course, if characters like Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing appear in the apprentices I have received, it may cause more trouble.

No agreement was reached during the meeting with the Underworld Master, and it seemed that there was no possibility of persuading the other party, but he confirmed some things, so he was in a good mood.

Senior brother was really deceived by him.

Master Ming knew he was Jing Jiu, but he didn't know or think he was Jing Yang.

Otherwise, when he said that sentence, the underworld master should smile.

——"I am very good at persuading his disciples to betray him."

He thought about this sentence for a long time before he came up with it. It should be very interesting.

Pluto is his third disciple, why is there no response?

According to his understanding, the brother is a very interesting person who pursues fun, and the disciples taught by the brother should naturally be like this. The Ming Master did not respond, indicating that he did not believe that Jing Jiu was Jingyang at all. Since this sentence was not spoken by the person involved, it was naturally boring, and it would only appear absurd and speechless.

Well, Yuan Qijing may be an exception.

Jing Jiu found that his judgment was not completely reliable. There were loopholes in the logic. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He thought that after returning to Qingshan, he should find time to go to Defeng. Tell this sentence to Yuan Qijing and see if he is. What reaction.

While thinking about these things, he has already seen the wasteland under the cliff once.

The weeds that occasionally straighten their bodies on the wasteland hundreds of miles away, and the icy creeks that still have no traces of thawing, have not escaped his sword.

Those Xuanyin believers were naturally seen clearly by him.

Three hundred and twenty-two people.

A little far apart, he couldn't judge the realm strength of those Profound Yin cultists. He could only judge from the clothes and accessories. There were at least a dozen elder-level figures.

Those Xuanyin cultists are in groups of three, with a fixed distance between each group. They look like chess pieces on a chessboard. They have sealed the wasteland to ensure that no one can escape, even that person. Being able to kill three Profound Yin cultists in an instant like Jing Jiu could hardly break through this big net.

Jing Jiu's line of sight moved to the northwest with the distribution of the Profound Yin followers, and landed somewhere thousands of miles away.

There is a red canyon there, which is full of the dry air of fire veins. Even if it is so far away, you can feel the danger. It is the main altar of Xuanyin Sect.

A few years ago, when Jing Jiu took Gu Qing to the West Sea, he passed by in the sky here.

On that night, he witnessed the power of the burning sun banner, and at the same time felt a murderous sight.

He knew where that line of sight came from.

The little lame boy had extremely murderous intent on him and Zhao Layue because of his adoptive father Shi Fengchen.

At that time, Jing Jiu told Gu Qing that he would kill this person if he had a chance.

He glanced at his right hand.

The body has been soaked in the hot lava for so long, it does have some benefits, such as being much softer, and it can be easily shaped.

From the shape, there is no difference between his right and left hands.

But it also brings some disadvantages, which is still related to softness.

Soft can overcome rigidity, but it cannot replace some of the functions of rigidity.

His right hand has recovered a lot, and it is sharp enough, but it is still a little short of the absolute state.

That point is invisible to the naked eye, or even imperceptible. To put it a bit more mysterious, it may not even be a real existence.

Even the demon bones can't get rid of this.

Jing Jiu once again looked at the red canyon thousands of miles away.

The fire carp should have been injured by the fiery sun flag.

The Lieyang Banner is worthy of being an evil monster, and its power is indeed terrifying.

Even if his right hand is restored, will he be able to kill Wang Xiaoming holding this flag?

He once again discovered a weakness of the Green Mountain Sect.

Qingshan is obsessed with sword repairing, and is disdainful or unaccustomed to using magic weapons.

This habit lasted for tens of thousands of years, and formed a strange status quo, that is, there is no magic weapon in the Green Mountain Sect.

Of course, if the sword technique of Qingshan Jiufeng is cultivated to the extreme, it can even evolve into the power of Taoism or magic weapon.

After all, it is not a real magic weapon.

An ordinary Zhongzhou school disciple, if he holds the Seal of Ten Thousand Miles, it is equal to one more life, such as Luo Huainan.

An ordinary disciple of the Xuanyin Cult has the power of the Heavenly Transcendent Realm after mastering the Lieyang Banner, such as Wang Xiaoming.

But what is the use of an ordinary Qingshan disciple even if he holds a three-foot sword?

Can Yuanqu go to Xihai and cut that flying whale into three thousand pieces?

The sword starts with everyone.

Jing Jiu shook his head, and then became a little puzzled. The leader of Xiaoming already had a blazing sun flag. What kind of magic weapon is this, he has put on such a big battle.

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The red canyon did not feel Jing Jiu's gaze, it was still silent and hot as usual.

Xuanyin Sect is, after all, an evil sect with thousands of years of history. Even if it was killed by Qingshan once, the foundation still remains. At the beginning, the head of Kunlun, He Zhenren, only dared to watch from afar. During the Battle of Yuntai, Chen Zhenren came to frighten the evil spirits of Lengshan Mountain, and he did not drop the head of the cloud. Obviously he was a little bit jealous.

There are several cliff caves on the mountain wall deep in the canyon. After the sultry air passes through, it will become much cooler.

The former lord Su Qige was lying on the couch, looking at the high cliff standing on the edge of the cave, a mocking smile appeared on his face, and said: "In the past, the Lieyang flag was just the base of this big formation. I can’t leave where I would think that now I can exert such a terrible power, now I want to come, do you regret it a little?"

As the seven generations of elders, Gao Ya has lived in this valley for countless years, and he is naturally familiar with the Lieyang flags. Hearing this, his face can’t help but look hard, and he said in a deep voice, “The leader holds Lieyang. Banner, can punish all the gods in the world, it is a great thing for me to teach, what can I regret?"

Su Qige smiled and said: "I said at the beginning that you used him to get rid of Su Ziye, you are seeking skin with a tiger. The leader is indeed not good at conspiracy and tricks, and other methods are common, but he will never be yours. Puppet, because he was born a true demon."

Gao Ya sneered and said: "You have said this too many times, what on earth do you want to do?"

Su Ziye said: "I also said...If this continues, one day, the shadow will fall again."

Gao Ya knew he was talking about the tragedy that year.

At that time, the Xuanyin Sect was rampant in the Northern Continent, and it can be said to be the most powerful evil sect since the Blood Demon Sect.

At that time, the Sect Master was exceptionally talented and possessed great magical skills. He called himself Xuanyinzi, and he was arrogant to the extreme under the name of school.

But it was too arrogant and eventually offended people who shouldn't be offended.

The two real people from Qingshan took the Jiufeng powerhouse to the north, killing the Xuanyin Sect to a river of blood, and even the ancestral altar was destroyed.

Xuan Yinzi was also forced to escape into the ground, never see the sun, and became a poor sword escaper.

Su Qige expressionlessly said: "In the name of pie, which is more arrogant than changing the religion, I don’t know, I only know that the Lieyang flag is getting stronger and stronger now, and it’s only us. The young leader knows the ancient secrets that drive it, so he will become even more arrogant."

Gao Ya sneered and said: "Even the sleeping Fire King dares to flirt at will, how is he going to be arrogant?"

Su Qige mocked and said: "He even dared to **** the treasures of the Zhongzhou Sect, why would he care about the spirit animals raised by the Zhongzhou Sect?"

Gao Ya was silent for a while, and said: "Zhongzhou sent out Tongyan because Tongyan stole Qingtianjian... Do you think this is true?"

Su Qige said: "Although I don't know where the source of the leader is, I believe it is true."

Gao Ya looked at the teaching disciples who were walking outside the canyon to reinforce them, and said in a low voice: "Are you worried that Qingtianjian will fall into the hands of the leader and let the old things happen again?"

Su Qige said: "We can't beat the Qingshan Sect, can it be the Zhongzhou faction?"

"If the leader really refines the Qingtianjian, my teaching will be equivalent to one more Tongtian combat power, whether it is Qingshan or Zhongzhou, always think about what it takes to face two Tongtians at the same time..." Gao Ya was silent again for a while, and said: "And what can we old guys do?"

Su Qige said: "When there was an accident in Guocheng Temple a few years ago, it is said that someone saw the ancestor."

Gao Ya said with a sneer: "How can you believe such a ridiculous thing?"

Su Qige said: "Yes, I didn't believe it at first, but then I had to believe it."

Gao Ya turned around, saw Su Qige's smile, raised his eyebrows, and then saw a token that Su Qige had taken out, his expression changed drastically.

As mentioned earlier, he has lived in Xuanyin Sect for many years, and he is older than Su Qige's generation, and knows many things that no one knows.

"Is the ancestor really out of trouble?"

Gao Ya was extremely shocked, but did not disturb his mind, staring into Su Qige's eyes, he asked in a deep voice: "You have been paralyzed for so many years, and your son has been very miserable. Zongli has not followed you for a long time. Disciple, how did you get this thing?"

Su Qige calmly said: "It is true that no one is loyal to me, but there are still many people who are still loyal to the evildoer. Whenever I think of this, I feel that I am really a failure, and at the same time... I am a little lucky. "

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Jing Jiu sits in front of the lonely mountain cliff.

He was covered in grass, looking like a real stone, but with the movement of the sky, he showed a different appearance.

The night fell, and I believe that ordinary Xuanyin cultists would never be able to spot him anymore, but he still did not stand up, quietly looking at the wasteland, and deduced and calculated that through the formations and personnel distribution of Xuanyin sect. The location of the magic weapon.

Naturally, it is impossible for him to figure out the position based on these alone, otherwise Xuan Yin taught himself that he would have discovered that magic weapon long ago, just figure out a rough idea.

The stone in front of the lonely mountain cliff suddenly disappeared.

He appeared on a meadow more than ten miles away.

If the Netherworld Sword is used to conjure tricks, it must be extremely popular in the world.

He didn't find any traces on this meadow, but he smelled a faint smell.

The taste is really mild, just like the glass of wine he poured into the lake in Zhaoyuan outside Chaoge City.

According to the truth, no matter how keen his five senses are, it is difficult to smell this smell, after all, he is not a corpse dog.

It happened that he smelled this smell~IndoMTL.com~ probably because he is familiar with it.

In the underground magma river, he once felt a similar familiarity when he talked to King Fire Carp.

He understood who Xuanyin Sect was looking for, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

Netherworld Immortal Sword rises, he disappears from the place, and follows the faint smell to another valley and another ice stream.

He searched for a long time, and he didn't touch the formations laid down by the Xuanyin Sect, nor did the Xuanyin Sect people find out.

When the morning light started to rise, he came to an ordinary and dead wood, and finally found him.

It is a very common weed with only two leaves, swaying in the cold wind, as if it might fall at any time, but the color is that green.

He reached out his hand and smashed the soil under the weeds and touched something hard.

It is a bronze mirror with very fine and complicated patterns carved on the mirror surface.

In fact, those patterns are actually made up of countless buildings, stone bridges, barren mountains and statues of people.

It's just that those statues are very small, less than one ten thousandth of the size of rice grains, and no one except him can see the real appearance.

Jing Jiu's fingers moved slowly on the bronze mirror, feeling a little, or not.

Has he lived there for seventy years or eighty years?

In the beginning, he lived in the Imperial Palace of Chu Kingdom. Later, he lived on Buzhou Mountain and never went anywhere else.

He must have never seen those buildings, stone bridges, and barren mountains.

But he may have seen those people.

He knocked on the bronze mirror.

"Open the door."

(End of this chapter)

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