The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 19: Xiao Ming’s footsteps

Dumplings are wine, the more you drink, the more you get.

Trouble this kind of thing, the more you hide, the more you have it.

At the time when Zhao Layue wanted to kill Wang Xiaoming, Jing Jiu did not agree, so now the trouble has fallen on him.

Qing'er's sigh was obviously mocking him, he naturally wouldn't answer, and instead asked: "Why are you stealing this mirror?"

The mirror is naturally a mirror of the blue sky, and these words are naturally asking Tong Yan.

Tong Yan recounted what happened at the time.

Jing Jiu learned that Zhenren Bai had already known the changes in Qingtianjian, and wanted to use ice-bound means to disperse Qinger's soul.

He shook his head and said: "Whatever you can't control will be wiped out. This is indeed like the Zhongzhou faction. But you are also a Zhongzhou faction. Why would you save her?"

Tong Yan said: "She will become Tianbao's true spirit, that is the real life. I heard that you told her this."

Jing Jiu gave a hum.

Tong Yan said blankly: "Since she is a living person, she can be regarded as a disciple of the Zhongzhou School. How can she be executed at will if she is not wrong?"

This sentence makes a lot of sense. The problem is that it has never been important to the overall interests of the sect.

In those days, Taiping Zhenren and him swept across the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains with Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing. They were not based on any reason, and they had not asked those reasons.

The real man of Tai Lu refused to accept it, and he still refused to surrender until the end. He is still locked in the sword prison to this day, suffering from the cold and invading himself, and is still unable to escape.

Thinking of the uncle who was smashed with blood from the same family, but insisted that he was justified, Jing Jiu shook his head.

Tong Yan misunderstood what he meant, and said: "Chess, the pursuit of black and white."

Jing Jiu remembered the eyes of the twelfth lunar month, was silent for a while, and then asked: "Chess pays attention to planning and moving after determination. You are also good at it. Why are the methods so rough?"

It was in the depths of the earth that day. After Tong Yan listened to Qinger's words, she didn't even think about it. She took Qingtianjian on her back and left. It really wasn't a steal, it should be a steal.

"She was very weak and dying. There was no time for me to think."

Tong Yan said calmly: "Besides, I thought too much and calculated too much, but I always couldn't pass you. I took another path, or there were some opportunities instead."

Jing Jiu said: "Intuition is also calculation, but the intermediate process is omitted. The result may not be accurate enough, but the general direction cannot be wrong."

Tong Yan said: "Then why did you come to Lengshan, is it because you have calculated something?"

Jing Jiu said, "I'll sharpen the sword."

Tong Yan didn't understand what he meant. She glanced at the Universe Front, which had been quietly suspended in the air, wondering what else to sharpen such a good sword?

Jing Jiu looked at Qingtianjian, but didn't say anything.

After leaving Qingshan, he went to many places, Daze, Mines, and Chaoge City, just to find the perfect grindstone.

He never thought of sharpening his sword with the Azure Mirror, but he didn't expect that he would encounter it in the end after going round and round.

It wasn't until then that he knew it was what he had been looking for.

In Qinger's words, is this fate?

Thinking about these things, he raised his hand and touched Qing'er's head naturally.

Tong Yan raised her eyebrows and said: "This is the true spirit of my school, please respect me."

Qing'er felt a little itchy, so she flew behind Tong Yan and hid, poked out her small face, and said with a grin, "Yes, yeah, I want to touch your little Zaoer."

Tong Yan's eyebrows are raised higher and appear thicker, but obviously not happy about it.

"I'll take a break."

Jing Jiu closed his eyes and started to sleep.

The cold wind screamed in the dead woods, and a few wooden birds were flying in the gloomy sky. It was obviously a magic weapon of Xuan Yin Sect.

Hundreds of Xuan Yin cultists are scattered in this cold mountain wasteland. There are formations and fire nets everywhere on the ground and on the surface, and the opponent may find here at any time.

Tong Yan and Qing'er looked at each other, thinking that this person's heart is really big.

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The red on the cliff wall is very deep, not like blood, more like some kind of paint.

Because the temperature is too high and the wind is dry, there is no feeling of deepness in the canyon that stretches far into the mountains.

The ground in the gorge is full of sharp redstone, which is extremely hot. If someone breaks a raw egg on it, it only takes a few breaths to get a perfect one-sided frying.

Several Xuanyin cultists knelt on the ground, their hands and knees were cut by stones, and the bleeding blood was burned into smoke, exuding an unpleasant burnt smell.

"Subordinates are incompetent, ask the master to punish them."

They didn't dare to get up at all, and kept kowtow to the figure in front of them, and they would get burned regardless of their foreheads.

In the face of the fear of death, the feeling of pain has no right to exist.

The man turned around, his leather boots crushed the rocks and shattered into red powder.

"It took so long to find them, and three disciples died...what about the dead?"

There is no emotion in his voice, which contrasts sharply with the hot surroundings.

Some believers came in with three corpses from outside the canyon. It was the three Xuanyin believers who were killed by Jing Jiu.

The man walked slowly to the three corpses, then slowly squatted down, leaving a shallow trench on the ground behind him.

The Xuanyin leader who claims to be the King of Ming is still very young, and there is no emotion on his face, he is extremely cold, but there is a wildfire deep in his eyes.

At that time, before Liu Shisui rebelled against Qingshan, he used the magic power of the Blood Demon Sect to severely injure Jian Ruoyun. At that time, there was a similar wildfire in his eyes.

"Swords are used to kill people at will, and there is no need to burn the corpse with sword fire afterwards, without hiding...Qingshan Jianxiu is still so arrogant."

Wang Ming looked at the broken necks of the three corpses, feeling the sharpness in it, and the wildfire deep in his eyes grew more and more.

After Shi Fengchen committed suicide, he left Chaoge City, jumped the cliff all the way to meet the treasure, went into the mountains to get fate, and finally cultivated a world-shattering magic power.

After expelling Su Ziye and taking power of the Xuanyin Sect, he re-practised the Lieyang Banner and became a big figure in the evil way.

The thing he wanted to do most was to kill Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue, so he naturally had a deep understanding of Qingshan's sword intent.

Suddenly Gao Ya walked out from the depths of the canyon, bowed to him, and refused to get up.

Ming Wang raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his hand to signal the congregation to disperse.

Gao Ya got up and persuaded: "Fortunately, the Zhongzhou school said that Tong Yan is an abandoned disciple after all, but another disciple from Qingshan has come... and ask the lord to think twice."

The Xuanyin Sect is now gaining power, especially after the refining of the Lieyang Banner, it makes some old people in the Sect have a dream of returning to the past, but if you offend the Qingshan Sect and the Zhongzhou Sect at the same time The two great righteous leaders...that's the rhythm of death.

Ming Wang said blankly, "Since he is a disciple of Aoyama, he must be killed even more, and no one should persuade me."

Gao Ya's face was a little ugly, and he whispered: "Master, your time to return to the ancestral altar is still short. You may not be too clear about some things. The ancestor three hundred years ago..."

There was a buzzing sound, and the heat wave was transpiring in the canyon.

Ming Wang sensed the feeling from the blazing sun flags, raised his eyebrows and looked out of the canyon, wondering which Swordsman from the green mountain came, who actually touched the flags and didn’t die?

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One day and one night passed.

Xuanyin Sect has strengthened the search force, and the formation method has gradually narrowed. A group of disciples have already come to the surroundings of this forest.

The illusion released by Qingtianjian is far less real than the illusion inside. It can be concealed from ordinary practitioners, but there is no way to conceal it from the real strong.

If this continues, Qing Tianjian will definitely be discovered.

Tong Yan glanced at Qing'er and asked her eyes if she should leave first.

Jing Jiu likes to sleep, so I can continue to sleep well here, and I can also attract the attention of Xuanyin Sect by the way.

Qing'er glanced at Jing Jiu and hesitated.

Perhaps it happened that Jing Jiu woke up, countless faint sword intent overflowing from the ground, returning to his body, making his clothes fluttering.

Naturally, he is not really sleeping, but he is using sword intent to perceive, calculate the formation of the Xuan Yin sect, and determine the location of the strange fires underground.

One day and one night, his sword intent has already searched the situation in the ground in a radius of more than a hundred miles, and he has a rough judgment.

He glanced at Qing'er.

Qing'er understood what he meant and returned to Qingtianjian.

Tong Yan carried Qingtianjian behind her back.

There was a hum.

There was a gust of wind in the woods.

The Xuanyin cultists felt the movement and flew into the woods one after another, but found nothing.

Even the two-leaf weed disappeared.

There is only one hole in the ground, which is deep and unfathomable, and I don't know where to lead.

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The northern part of the wasteland is still in the range of Cold Mountain, but the climate here is even colder.

Several very majestic snow-capped mountains stand in front, blocking the road leading to the snowy field.

The ice and snow in front of the snow-capped mountain suddenly bulged and exploded.

Jing Jiu and Tong Yan flew out from inside.

This is very close to the snow field.

Jing Jiu believes that Xuanyin Cultists dare not come here, because even he doesn't want or dare not come here.

Tong Yan was carrying the Qingtianjian, covered in soil, and looked at Jing Jiu with a little admiration.

Jing Jiu is really good at digging holes, and he doesn't know how to do it. No matter how hard a rock is, it will melt in front of him.

What made him even more admired was that Jing Jiu actually wrote down the formation structure of the underground fire vein and the fiery sun flag.

The underground fire veins are extremely complex, like a maze. They have been walking through it for a long time, and they haven't encountered those flames even once.

Looking at the snowy mountain in front of him, Jing Jiu didn't hesitate to turn around and walked in the opposite direction.

Tong Yan felt that his turning around was a little bit strange, but he still followed.

At this moment, they suddenly heard a footstep.

Jing Jiu and Tong Yan stopped.

The sound of footsteps is still behind him.

Tong Yan turned and looked at the snowy mountain.

The sound of footsteps came from above the snow-capped mountains.

The sound is somewhat unique.

Crack...wipe.

Crack...wipe.

The first sound was a normal shoe sole stepping on ice and snow, but the latter sound was like a broom dragging on the snow.

After a while, Tong Yan saw the figure on the snow mountain.

A few miles away, I can still see that the man's gait is a bit weird, and he seems to be lame.

The sound was his right foot dragging on the snow.

It is the young Xuanyin leader.

He walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, looked at the two of them condescendingly, and said, "Is the passage I prepared for you comfortable?"

Tong Yan was in a cold mood. It turned out that Jing Jiu was able to escape from the Xuanyin Sect formation with her. It was the other party's arrangement.

The other party has been here, waiting for them to throw themselves into the net.

This is naturally easier than searching for them in the cold mountains of the wasteland.

"What about you?"

Jing Jiu looked at him on the snow-capped mountain and asked, "How good is the life others prepared for you?"

Hearing these words, the young Xuanyin leader's expression changed suddenly.

In the twenty-three years since he left Chaoge City~IndoMTL.com~ he has experienced too many adventures, even more exaggerated than He Zhan, the most famous experience of good luck in the spiritual world. No matter what he does, he seems to be able to pick it at any time. Some exercises and spar, so his path of cultivation is very smooth, and he never needs to worry about not enough medicines and spars, or the problem of a low-grade exercise.

No matter how you look at it, there are problems.

But he didn't dare to think deeply, because he was afraid that once he touched the truth, everything he had now would be taken away by the person who arranged these things, and he would become nothing again.

He can only use hatred and realm improvement to numb himself, and at the same time use those words to comfort himself.

——I am the protagonist of this story. Even if there is a day, I will change my fate against the sky and break the black hand hidden behind the scenes!

After successfully refining the Lieyang Banner, his anxiety and hidden worries are no longer as strong as before, but he also knows that it is far from reaching the truth, revealing the truth, and defeating the truth. Because he even picked up the secret method of sacrificing the fiery sun banner...

Who could have imagined that he heard such a sentence today, and was directly exposed to the truth.

He feels like a child without clothes, standing naked in the snow mountain, so cold.

Where is King Ming... You are still Wang Xiaoming.

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