The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 17: Those who follow me die, those who rebel against me die

Yin Feng looked back at him, not understanding what he was trying to say.

"In fact, from the perspective of a monk, there is nothing wrong with my idea, but why are there not many people who support me? Because they are afraid of the unknown? No, because they have too much known." Yin Three retracted their sights and looked at the ancestral ancestral hall of the Liu family in the distance: "The monks who cannot ascend often leave their own blood. Even my two good disciples can't avoid them. How could they watch these tribes and I killed all the offspring?

The ancestor Xuanyin touched his head and said: "It's normal."

Yin San glanced at him and asked, "What about you?"

The ancestor Xuanyin still has decades of lifespan, but he didn't intend to leave blood offspring, and said: "I heard that Su Ziye did a good job in the west."

Yin Feng mocked and said: "You actually pin your hopes on a disciple who dares to betray you?"

The ancestor Xuanyin sneered, and said: "How do you bird understand the meaning of human inheritance?"

Yin San smiled and continued: "Liu Ci’s younger brother is Liu Ci. In order to save future generations, Liu Ci arranged in this small mountain village. I just want them to survive. Who would have thought It’s a Liu Shi-year-old. After Liu Ci died, he was left unattended, and this place has become what it is now. I don’t know where it is worse than the Yuan family in Lelang County."

Listening to the voice coming from the ancestral hall, Yin Feng waved her head in disgust, and said, "I don't know what it means for them to live like this."

Yin San said: "A mortal who lives like this is really meaningless and useless."

After saying this, he leaned down and picked up a small stone on the ground, and then bounced it out.

The door of the farmhouse is closed.

The small stone fell on the door with a soft snap.

A flower bloomed on the door panel, and it was a spattered wooden thorn.

The small pebble broke through the door and continued forward in the night sky, and met the tree by the pond.

Many years ago, Jing Jiu used to lie down here, where he taught Liu Shisui the Qingshanzong mentality.

There was another soft snap, the bark cracked, the sawdust flew across, and a small hole appeared.

The pebbles continue to fly forward.

Fly over the rice field that was cut like the head of the ancestor Xuanyin.

Fly over the messy woods like phoenix tail feathers.

A small hole was punched in the plaque of the ancestral hall.

The light that penetrates the ancestral hall.

The cries of a widow who walked through the tattered clothes and exposed her naked body.

Through those sights staring at her body full of justice and malice.

Through the faint breath of the dying tenant worker who fell in a pool of blood.

I came to the deepest and highest point of the ancestral hall.

There is an armchair there.

On the chair sits an old lady of the Liu family.

There was another soft snap.

A blood hole appeared in the center of Mrs. Liu's eyebrows.

A stream of blood slowly flowed out.

He fell back slowly.

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On the locust tree in Shangzhou, Yin San carried a half-clothed pebbles. After a day of smashing mice, none of them could be killed because he was unwilling.

He is very good at killing people. As for whether he is willing or not, it depends on the mood at the time.

Happiness!

The pebbles kept flying like this, leaving countless small holes in the door panels, leaving countless white lines in the village at night.

There was no scream, but there was an exclamation, and there was a running away, until it gradually became low, and then disappeared.

Countless people fell in the ancestral hall of the Liu family and the houses, falling in a pool of blood.

Yin San clapped his hands and looked into the distance in the night again.

Qingshan Jiufeng is there.

Shangde Peak is the third peak, so my name is Yin San.

Shen Mo Peak is the ninth peak, so your name is Jing Jiu.

This is a new life.

You stepped into a new river.

I shouldn't do this.

I am not Yin San.

I'm still the big river, rushing eastward, mighty, and if you follow me or go against me, you will die.

"Let's go," he said softly.

Yinfeng didn't dare to fly near the green hills, and fell to the ground, like a lizard, rushing forward quickly.

The ancestor Xuanyin knelt down and carried him on his back.

The green hill is still over there by night.

They went to the other side.

He never looked back.

From this moment on, he is no longer Yin San.

He is real Taiping.

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When Liu Shisui received the news and rushed back, it was already a few days later.

There was a sharp sound.

Fuji sword turned into a light, retracted his wrist and turned into a sword bracelet, You trembling slightly, expressing his anxiety.

A few days have passed, and the smell of blood is still permeating the mountain village. Fortunately, the Qingshan disciples arrived in time, and the corpses did not rot.

Hundreds of corpses were piled in the rice fields. There were men and women, old and young, with a blood hole on the eyebrows. The picture looked terrifying.

Either the Qingshan disciples, the government officials from Fuzhou, or the officials of the Qingtian Division, were all cleared out.

Zhao Layue squatted in front of the corpses alone and checked.

Liu Shisui walked behind her, clenched his fists slightly, and said, "Can I still catch up with them?"

Since the death of his parents, he has never returned to the small mountain village, nor has he seen these relatives.

Maybe some of them have a way to die, but what are the sins of those children?

"It's no use catching up." Zhao Layue stood up and said: "Three sky-reaching walks...Unless the Qingshan sword formation is used, no one can kill them."

Liu Shisui was silent for a while, and said: "I hope they don't grow old too fast and die too early."

Zhao Layue said: "I don't understand why they exposed their whereabouts near the green hills. Is it because of Fang Jingtian's affairs? Or does he hate the real Liu Ci so much?"

"Neither." Liu Shisui looked at the corpses in the rice fields and said, "This is a war letter for the son."

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Autumn breeze blows, clears first and then cold, and the Chaotian Continent is about to usher in another winter.

What happened in Qingshan quickly spread across the mainland. People learned that Fang Jingtian was defeated by Jing Jiujian, and also learned about the murder in that mountain village. Until this time, the young disciples of the spiritual world and the Qingshan Sect finally understood why their teacher mentioned Taiping Zhenren so vigilant, just thinking about killing each other.

This Patriarch is really crazy.

Nothing similar happened in the next few days, Taiping Daoist, Xuanyin ancestor, Yinfeng disappeared again without a trace, and the entire continent became calm, but both Chaoge City and the various sects’ gates all sniffed When the ominous smell in the autumn breeze came, even the fire carp at the bottom of Lengshan gave a strong warning sign, swimming towards the depths of the magma river, until he came to the transparent giant wall separating the world and the underworld, he was a little relieved. A bit.

These ominous tastes and warning signs originate from the great murderous intent hidden in peace.

It's like before the storm, like before dawn, like before the world is destroyed.

Everyone knows what Madam Taiping must do. The question is where is he now and what is he doing?

The Qingshan Sect sent a lot of Liangwangfeng disciples to search along both sides of the muddy water. As for the rule of not being able to go out of the mountain without breaking the sea, Gu Han forcibly ignored it. Jing Jiu didn't know why, so he chose to ignore it.

The Battle of Chaoge City a hundred years ago~IndoMTL.com~The roller shutter of the imperial court and Bu Lao Lin once cooperated unintentionally. After that, the two sides remained calm on the surface, and this time the peace was torn apart. .

The Curtain Man has secretly collected more than a hundred years of information in Gu Qing’s gesture. This time, in cooperation with Qingtiansi, he has begun another encirclement and suppression. Many of the old Lin Yugui hidden in various sects and ministries have been exposed. identity.

From Chaoge City to Guocheng Temple, from Qianlifeng Corridor to Yizhou, countless battles hidden in the night began almost at the same time. I don't know how many people died silently.

But no one can find the real Taiping person, there is not even a trace, he seems to have disappeared.

After winter, spring is naturally, and there is a strong wind on the Qianli Wind Corridor.

Unlike the people in previous years who were not as sheltering from the wind, this time representatives of many sects and the court came against the wind and went to Yimaozhai one after another.

Jing Jiu told Liu Shisui in Chaoge City that something happened to Bu Qiuxiao, and it was a good thing.

This thing is sanctification.