The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 22: Hansha is flat on 4 sides, and Feixue has no surprises

The upper part is the mirror, and the lower part is the sword. The surroundings are not particularly tightly sealed, but it is difficult for those terrible flames to penetrate their heads so accurately. The only problem is that the thermal conductivity of the metal is too good. It didn't take long for Tongyan to feel the hot sensation under her feet.

He naturally thinks of the ants on the hot pot, and without hesitation, he stepped up into the air and used the Zhongzhou school's heaven and earth escape method to lay himself in the air.

Jing Jiu knows that it is only a temporary relief. He can't last long in the flames of the blazing sun flag, let alone other swords and people. If this continues, the universe front may melt at any time, of course. Tong Yan would definitely be burned to death before. He had thought of this a long time ago, and did not hesitate to summon a chilling cicada and put it on top of his head. At the same time, he grabbed it with his right hand. A big hole appeared on the ground, and a lot of burning mud was taken away by him.

A icy, bony chill came down from the top, covering his whole body like a cloak. The excess chill fell on the cosmic front, and then spread out, lowering the temperature here.

Looking at the snow-white beetle, Tong Yan was a little surprised, wondering what kind of treasure it is that can actually resist the warmth brought by the burning sun flag?

Chill Cicada is lying on top of Jing Jiu's head, feeling a little uneasy. It used to be lying on top of Liu Ada’s head. Liu Ada was lying on top of Jing Jiu’s head. After all, it was separated by a layer. Now it is directly on top of the owner's head. It is really not respectful enough, and the owner wants What do you do? Do you want me to extinguish these terrible flames outside? But I'm just the lowest-level snow beetle in Snow Country, where can I have this ability?

While it was thinking about these things, Qing'er's voice suddenly came out from Qingtianjian, which was under countless fire attacks: "No more! No more!"

Tong Yan glanced at Jing Jiu, thinking that you said that Qingtianjian is more resistant to fever? It's been a while, and it can't hold it anymore?

Jing Jiu is also a little puzzled, thinking that according to his own calculations, Qingtianjian's fever resistance should be higher than that of Universe Front. Now Universe Front has just started to redden and hasn't melted, so why did Qingtianjian not work? NS?

Qing'er flew out from Qingtianjian with transparent wings, and looked at the chilly cicada on Jing Jiu's head. His eyes suddenly brightened, like a bee that saw a flower, he rushed over and sat on Jing Jiu's shoulder. He hugged his head sideways, and by the way, he also hugged Cicada in his arms, finally feeling cooler, and said to Jing Jiu's ear: "If you don't want to do anything else, everyone will die."

It's going to die, which means that more than one person is going to die.

In the illusion of Qingtianjian, the sky has turned dark red.

In a mountain village in the south of the old Chu country, the white-haired young man Zhang was eating. The sultry weather made him sweat, and the millet porridge cooled by the well water could not arouse his appetite.

He looked at the sky that was still bright and exuding infinite enthusiasm, angrily smashed the bowl, and yelled: "I'm a ghost! What's wrong with this world?"

After Qingtianjian’s world was frozen, Mr. Zhang was the first person to wake up. Of course, he knew that this world was already a lot different from before. For example, time has obviously become a lot slower, for example, except for himself. No one woke up. The sons and granddaughters were sleeping, and everyone else in the village was sleeping, even in the county town. It was weird and shuddering.

He has a temperament similar to his parents, and he is quite generous at certain critical moments. Otherwise, he didn’t dare to assassinate the emperor without hiding his father. He was scared to death, but it took him only ten days to get used to it. Anyway, there is a lot of food stored at home, so he doesn’t worry about starving to death. He just needs to open fire and cook by himself. This is what made him picky about his daughter-in-law’s craftsmanship. Made some regrets.

As for those sleeping people don’t seem to need to eat, he thinks these people will wake up slowly too, don’t worry too much. Every day they pick a salted fish from this house and a few handfuls of vegetables from that house, but it’s casual. But at noon today, the whole world suddenly became extremely hot. It was already twilight, but the night did not come. It really made him a little unbearable.

He took the wooden stick and walked out of the small courtyard. He climbed to the hill and looked into the distance. He had already taken off his clothes, and sweat was all over his skinny body.

The green tree has withered and is about to die. If this continues, I'm afraid the water in the river will dry up. What about the sleeping people? Will it be hot to death before waking up?

Master Zhang looked back at his yard at the foot of the mountain, thinking of the lovely granddaughter, his dry lips trembled slightly, and muttered: "Your Majesty, no matter how you care about it, you will be dead."

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Jing Jiu Dao's heart suddenly rang a bell.

The rustling bell has already been returned. Where did it come from?

Next, he vaguely heard someone say a word to himself, and he probably understood the situation.

Qing Tianjian can resist the burning sun flag for a period of time, but the world can't bear it.

This was a deviation from his deduction, so the plan had to be changed slightly and the method was used in advance, hoping that it would not affect the final outcome.

The sky full of flowing fire kept falling on the Qingtian Mirror, making a dull and terrifying sound, and the flames overflowing from the cracks in the ground rose into the air, constantly burning the universe front. It really makes people worry that it will change back to the time when it was snowy. Burn the fire stick.

Suddenly, countless sands appeared in the air, most of which were scattered on the surface of Qingtianjian, some fell on the ground below, and of course some fell on the cosmic front.

The Universe Front made a sizzling sound, a lot of fog was generated, the sword body was much darker, and the temperature was obviously lowered. The same is true for Qingtianjian.

Qing'er was surprised, wondering where the mud and sand came from.

Tong Yan thought about Jing Jiu's previous action of grabbing in the air, and looked at the big hole on the ground, wondering if it was all this sand?

The sand was still burning at the time. Why did the fire go out at this time and it was still so cold?

In front of the Daxue Mountain cliff, Wang Xiaoming clearly felt an extremely cold breath there through the fiery sun flags. He was very surprised and wondered what the **** was this?

To know the flame temperature of the Scorching Sun flag, it is unimaginable high, that coldness can actually consume a lot of flames, how cold is that?

He couldn't think of how there could be such a cold thing in the world, even the three-foot sword of Defeng on the green mountain could not do it.

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Don't talk about the three-foot sword of Shangde Peak, even the cold veins under the Shangde Peak or even the temperature of the ice peak deep in the snowfield is not as good as the chill contained in the sand.

The universe is the coldest place in the world.

Jing Jiu sent the burning sand into the universe, and whether it was the Yanggang fire of the blazing sun flag or other fires, it would naturally be extinguished instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the temperature of the sediment dropped sharply.

Jing Jiu retrieved the sand and used it to cool Qingtianjian and the Universe Front.

If he transports things to the universe unrestrictedly, of course the sun flags have no meaning to him, but it is impossible.

Because of that, let alone the Lieyang flag, any magic weapon and powerhouse in Chaotian Continent can be wiped out for him.

Even if this process is as simple as withdrawing money from a wallet, reaching into the wallet and then taking the money out, it takes effort, not to mention the amount of sand.

The cold mud blocked the terrible flames, and then heated up sharply.

Knowing that this method cannot be sustained, Jing Jiu said to Tong Yan, "I will kill him."

Tong Yan said: "How many percent?"

Jing Jiu thought about the methods of pressing the bottom of the box, the Seal of the Emperor of the Underworld, the Bamboo Tablet, and the Immortal Sword of the Netherworld, and said: "Twenty percent."

Qing'er said worriedly: "How can this work?"

Jing Jiu said to Qing'er: "It's hard for me to die. If I can't kill him, I will take you away."

Qing'er once entered his body, saw the dark, endless and cold world, guessed that he should have a way to leave with Qingtianjian, and said: "You took him too?"

Jing Jiu said: "He is alive."

Qing'er said anxiously: "I am alive too."

"These are two different ways of living."

Jing Jiu looked at Tong Yan and said, "If you have any last words, please tell her first."

After saying this, he reached out and took off Qing'er and gave it to Tong Yan, where he disappeared.

Han Chan was in Qing'er's arms, looking around in horror, wondering if Master was ready to not want to be herself?

Without the new cold sand, Qingtianjian heats up rapidly, and soon turns red. If it continues like this, copper juice may drip down. The situation of the universe front is even more miserable. It has begun to soften, and it looks like A piece of noodles, no, noodles.

Qing'er is a spiritual body, relatively better, but Tong Yan can't withstand the high temperature, her clothes burned with countless holes, her hair was withered, and there were many blisters on her mouth and face. She looked more miserable than the universe front. .

Han Chan kept crawling on Tong Yan's face, trying to cool him down and relieve the pain, but in fact it was the worst one. The snow-white body had turned red, and he would be familiar with it.

"Hold on a little longer, he might be able to kill the opponent."

Qing'er waved her wings, fluttered and avoided in the flames, constantly cheering Tong Yan and Hanchan.

"The probability of 10% is too small."

Tong Yan said to Qing'er: "I have received the Qing Tian Jian, I will take you away."

It wasn't until this time that Qing'er knew that he still had a back player. She was very surprised. I wonder if all the people you are good at playing chess are so cold and terrible?

Abandon the child if you say that you give up, and you can hide to the end if you say that you hide your strength?

She suddenly gave birth to hope, Jing Jiu's chess skills are still above the young face, does that mean that he also hides something?

Han Chan heard Tong Yan's words~IndoMTL.com~ no longer healed him, jumped on his shoulder, and looked at the shape of his lips seriously.

The master clearly said that there is 20% possibility, but this person said that it is only 10%. Is this despising the master or thinking that the master is lying to him?

But no matter how this person lied to the master, when the master comes back, he must find a way to tell him.

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There is a hole on the other side of Daxue Mountain.

That is the hole left by the cosmic front penetrating the mountain after being shaken by the strong sun.

Below the small hole is a very thin stream of snow, and the snow stream grows larger until it becomes a solidified snow waterfall.

This is the aftermath of the avalanche just now.

The entire foothills are almost filled.

Suddenly, the surface of the snowy ground rose slightly, gradually rising, looking like a snowman stood up.

That is a snowman.

The snowman is very small, and his lower body is buried in the snow, so he looks more compact.

This snowman has black eyes. Apart from that, there is nothing left on his face, no nose or mouth.

It's white, so clean.

It looked over the mountain and felt the heat there. There was no emotion in its eyes, but an extremely cold and terrible breath was born.

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(Happy New Year, everyone, all the typos in the chapters a few days ago have been revised. Let’s start again. There will definitely be many typos in the chapters in the future, and we will find time to revise them. In addition, this chapter is not a preserved manuscript. , I rushed to finish writing before eight o’clock, and finally collected Xue Ji’s name, how about Bai Mangmang......)

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