The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 52: I have a hunch for everything
(Hello Huang Agou, I still used this chapter name. Originally, I wanted to call this chapter: Let’s listen to the cat's barking...the sound of firecrackers came from outside the window, reminding me that it’s the Chinese New Year, ah, it’s a holiday. Really comfortable, looking forward to it.)
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Three hundred and thirty years ago, human practitioners and high-ranking creatures of the Snow Kingdom fought a war between strong men in the Lanling Snow Field.
Since then, there has been no real war in the spiritual world.
The battles between those sects and the fight between good and evil can only be counted as battles, and the scale and intensity of the battle of Yuntai are far from enough.
But there is bound to be a real war between the Green Mountain Sect and the Xihai Sword Sect.
Since it is a war, it is natural to make perfect preparations and pre-war analysis.
If the Xihai Sword Sect is handsome as the Sword God, the real killer is Nanxue.
In fact, the Green Mountain Sect has been studying the first sword escaper for many years.
On the basis of hundreds of years of research, they tried to determine the way to close the atmosphere and avoid the green hills in the south.
The giant friend of Jing Jiu had come into contact with the fog on the South China Sea Fog Island, and confirmed that the fog was a natural wonder on the island. If it is too far away, it will gradually dissipate.
So Nan Chi is definitely not using this method.
Through extremely complicated and careful calculations on Nan Xi’s background, past exercises, and temperament wisdom, Shi Yuefeng was tired of the two elders, and Qingshanzong finally came up with a reliability rate of more than 90%. Conclusion-Nan Hui used the Mountain God Juhun Dafa of the Barbarians to refine himself into a living corpse.
The living corpse doesn't have the slightest vitality, so it can avoid the search of the green hills.
When needed, Nan Xi will wake up, and at the most critical moment, before the green mountain formation starts, he will send a fatal sword to Liu Ci or Yuan Qijing.
Nan Wang was born in the Nanban tribe and was familiar with these witchcraft, so Liu Ci suggested that Jing Jiu take her with her.
She was a little displeased, and whispered: "Since you know he is in the coffin, why don't you look it up from this clue?"
Jing Jiu said: "There are too many coffins to find out."
Nan Wang was stunned. He didn't understand how there were many cars carrying coffins. Could it be that many people died every day?
Jing Jiu looked at her expression and sighed in his heart.
He and Liu Ci were the same at the beginning. They don't understand why many people die every day.
Until the roller shutters sent data, they didn't know that the Chaotian Continent had an average of more than 10 million deaths each year, and the area they wanted to investigate was more than three million. This also means that 10,000 coffins are opened and closed every day in the place they want to check.
Actually, this is common sense, but the life span of practitioners is too long to think of.
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Nan Wang and Jing Jiu left Lushan and headed west to the mountain hundreds of miles away from Yizhou.
It was already summer, and the mountains didn't feel cool, but they were more muggy. With no spiritual veins, it's no wonder that there are so few people.
The senior monk of Baotong Monastery took out the extremely precious red cabbage moss, which has been preserved from spring to the present, to entertain the two distinguished guests, but there was no clue.
When leaving the monastery, Jing Jiu made a special trip to the vegetable garden to take a look, but found nothing.
The white cat crouched on his shoulders and suddenly meowed to the northeast sky.
Nan Wang rose up with the sword without hesitation and flew over there.
Jing Jiu followed, but he had a very bad premonition.
Walking with the white cat is not for safety, but for smelling. The whole green mountain talks about the good nose, except for the corpse dog.
There are no roads and no people in the mountains, which are full of miasma and wild trees everywhere, but still feel desolate.
The white cat squatted on his shoulders, raising his head and sniffing, and meowing gently from time to time.
Jing Jiu and Nan Wang kept changing directions while listening to the cat barking, and gradually went deep into the mountain.
At dusk, the white cat yawned and shook his head, trying to make himself more awake, and then meowed to remind them that they should be still ahead.
Nan Wang felt that the look of its head and brain was much cuter than its previous fierce look, and he reached out to touch its head.
Where did the white cat let her hand fall on her body, opened her blood bowl, exposing her fangs sharper than Feijian, let out a low growl, and wanted to bite it down.
At this moment, its expression suddenly changed. It crawled off Jing Jiu's shoulders at an extremely fast speed, got into his sleeves, and refused to come out again.
Nan Wang looked at Jing Jiu's trembling sleeves and was silent.
Jing Jiu looked at the mountains and plains ahead, with an extremely solemn expression.
Found it.
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In the depths of the mountains, there is an old road buried by weeds.
There is a dilapidated small temple at the end of the old road, and a lantern is hung in front of the temple.
There is a black coffin in the ruined temple.
A young girl walked out of the temple, dressed in a short skirt with silver bells all over, but there was no sound when she walked.
The girl lit the lantern outside the temple, and the red light illuminated the ruined temple, just as night came.
On a cliff somewhere more than ten miles away, Jing Jiu retracted his gaze and looked towards Nan Wang.
The girl is very similar to Nan Wang.
"In order to clean up the influence of the descendants of Nanxun, I let the clan kill a lot of people, but I still escaped."
Nan Wang looked at the girl walking back to the temple, and said blankly: "She should be called Nan Zheng."
After saying this, she took out a hip flask from nowhere and started drinking.
Drinking is not because of feelings about seeing Nan Zheng, but because of fear.
Nan Kai should be lying in the black coffin.
She is the Qing Rong Peak Master of the Qingshan Sect, the real powerhouse who breaks the sea realm, but what is she in the eyes of the other party?
Jing Jiu looked at her and said, "You should drink less alcohol and practice more swords."
Nan Wang's talents and savvy are very good. If you are willing to spend more time on drinking, singing, hurting spring, and sad autumn, I am afraid that you have already cultivated to the peak of the sea.
Back then, both he and Liu Ci thought that Nan Wang was the most likely candidate to reach the sky after Fang Jingtian, but now she has been overtaken by the real person of Guangyuan, which is of course a pity in his opinion.
Nan Wang thought to himself that this servant was frightened and confused by the black coffin, how dare he speak to himself in such a tone.
Jing Jiu was also a little surprised. She didn't even ask if she wanted to die. Guessed that she was nervous at this time, she pointed to the ruined temple in the distance and said, "Who is the **** in the temple?"
This ruined temple is obviously the standard of the Nanban tribe temple, but the statues in the temple are not Nanwang's appearance. They are obviously much taller. The paint on the face has long been mottled and peeled off, but it is still cold and easy to kill. feel.
Nan Wang said: "It should be Nan Xi himself."
Eight hundred years ago, Nan Chi was the true **** of the Nanban tribe, and he was worthy of his realm and identity.
It's just that as he was forced into Kirishima by the Qingshan sword formation, time passed, he has long been forgotten by the vast majority of tribesmen.
This ruined temple is most likely his last temple.
Thinking of this possibility, Nan Wang raised the flask again and took a sip of wine.
Jing Jiu felt the trembling in his sleeves and knew Ah Da was still afraid, so he touched it through the clothes to comfort him, and then said to Nan Wang, "Don't be afraid, there is me."
"You are not your master, what nonsense are you talking about."
Nan Wang wiped off the drink from the corner of his lips, and said blankly, "Keep this place well, I will notify the head."
Jing Jiu said I'm coming, and sat down cross-legged.
The white cat got out of his sleeves for some unknown reason, crawled to his shoulders, stretched out the cat's claws and hugged his neck tightly.
The sleeves moved without wind, and a sword bracelet fell off from Jing Jiu's wrist. It was resolved in the wind, and turned back into the body of the Fusi sword, turning into a blood line, and disappeared into the last touch of twilight.
Nan Wang looked at the fading blood line, feeling strange.
At the sword test conference that year, she and the other elders of the peaks saw Jing Jiu's invisible sword body with their own eyes, and confirmed that this was an inexorable swordsman.
But how old is this guy, he has only been repairing his sword for a few years, how can he be able to swim with the sword? And isn't the Firth sword the sword Jingyang left for Zhao Layue? Why can you use it too?
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The night shrouded the wild mountains and ruined temples, and the red lantern became more and more eye-catching.
The black coffin was lying quietly in the temple like that, giving people a strange and terrifying feeling.
Among the cliffs more than ten miles away, Nan Wang and the white cat stared at the ruined temple, without looking away.
They stand and lie down, blending with the surrounding autumn trees and grasses.
It took a long time for a night to pass.
The morning glow reflects the red sky.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes.
The sword tour has ended, but Fu Si Jian has not returned.
Nan Wang knew exactly how fast the Firth Sword was, and couldn't figure it out at all.
Knowing that Nan Xi is here, the Green Mountain Sect should attack with all his strength, why didn't even some news come back?
Jing Jiu got up and looked at the ruined temple in the morning light, and said, "I told them Nan Qi was here, but I didn't let them come over."
Nan Xi is indeed using the Mountain God's Soul Cultivation Method to turn himself into a dead body in a coffin, but this is definitely not the case.
The dead corpse in the black coffin had no breath, just like a real corpse, but Jing Jiu always felt that there was something missing from the corpse.
The strange red lantern made him think of something possible.
Red lanterns are used to summon souls.
Nan Xi's soul is gone?
The soul of Xuanmen authentic practitioners is Yuan Ying, and the soul of Jian Xiu is sword spirit. Now Chaotian Continent is more used to call it sword ghost.
This habit originated from the ghost kendo of Nanxun back then.
The dead body in the black coffin has no soul~IndoMTL.com~ means that the sword ghost of Nan Xi is not there.
For other practitioners, you will definitely think that if the sword ghost is not there, it is a real death, even if that person is Nanxu.
But Jing Jiu knows that under certain special circumstances, the sword ghost can survive alone.
He believes that an old guy like Nan Xi, if he really dies, will inevitably shake the whole world, and he will definitely not be so silent.
Nan Xi's Sword Demon must still be alive, but I don't know where it went.
Jing Jiu didn't let Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing come over, because he was worried that the sword ghost of Nan Xi went to the West Sea.
If that is the case, Qingshan must put all of his power into the West Sea to prevent accidents.
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Nan Wang couldn't understand why Brother Master and Lawyer Jian wanted to listen to Jing Jiu's opinion.
What if Nan Xi wakes up from the coffin?
She looked at the ruined temple silently, her face a little pale.
Lord White Ghost is the guardian of Qingshan and a great creature in the early stage of Tongtian, but even if you join hands with her, he can't be Nan Qi's enemy of a sword.
At this moment, the girl walked out of the ruined temple and blew out the red lantern.
"According to my calculation, the corpse in the coffin will not wake up, so we are safe."
Jing Jiu said: "We only need to destroy the lantern and the corpse in the coffin when necessary."
The white cat meowed pitifully, saying that I would not dare to do such a thing.
Nan Wang snorted and said, "I want you to come."
Jing Jiu thought about the bad premonition and said, "It makes sense. You go first. I'll wait here."
(End of this chapter)
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