The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 54: The first appearance of the Netherworld Fairy Sword
——This is just the beginning.
Such a vocal sentence, logically, the next step is to turn around and fight until the final decision is made, even life and death.
After Jing Jiu said these words, he swept into the night, and soon disappeared without a trace, like a ghost.
The old man released his hand covering his mouth, and the blood dripped to the ground, turning into green smoke and disappearing.
In his palm, there is a small jade-white thing, which should be fragments of dragon teeth.
Jing Jiu was really too hard. He couldn't even penetrate his dragon teeth, but collapsed instead.
The old man raised his head and looked at the night, his eyes were bitter, but there was no anxious expression on his face.
He doesn't know about the lowest level of Devil Suppression Prison, but no one can avoid his perception here.
He knew where Jing Jiu had been at this time, the resentment in his eyes turned into a violent killing intent, his sleeves flew up, and the night began to spin.
Like a light smoke, it only took a few dozen breaths of time before Jing Jiu came to the fragment of cliff. As long as he swept up, he would be able to return to the first floor of the Demon Suppression Prison.
His figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in the middle of the cliff, and at the next moment, he came to the cliff.
The wind here is still so hot, dry without any moisture. Jing Jiu looked at the reddish gravel under his feet and found that he was still on the second floor.
He ignored the sights cast from the cells in the distance, and after a little thought, he understood what had happened.
As he swept up the cliff, the old man turned the world in the Demon Suppression Prison upside down.
This world is between Canglong's thoughts, and it is really not easy to escape.
The deep night was torn apart, and the cool wind dissipated some of the scorching heat, and it soon became the same hot.
The old man walked out of the night.
Jing Jiu swept in the other direction without hesitation, Du Qi was extremely fast, but he couldn't go too far, so he was restrained by an invisible force.
At this moment, he was like a moth crashing into a spider web.
The old man appeared in front of him, staring at him blankly and said: "I said, you can't escape."
Jing Jiu didn't speak.
The old man felt the pain in his mouth, thinking he had guessed what Jing Jiu was thinking, and said with a sneer: "There are countless ways to kill a person."
Where the voice fell, the overbearing aura tore the night, like a strong wind, the sky slowly fell, and the ground slowly raised.
The invisible pressure from heaven and earth came from all directions, like countless heavy iron plates, pressing against Jing Jiu's body.
No matter how sharp and hard things are, they can only work on the tangible.
Jing Jiu's tattered white clothes were crushed into rags, and they were attached to his body. The hands with cuffs were extremely pale, without a trace of blood.
The colder the old man's eyes, the heavier the pressure on the world.
Jing Jiu's face was hidden by Jian Gang, and he couldn't see his eyebrows clearly, but he could vaguely see the pink color being rendered, which should be blood.
The old man said: "So you can die."
"I am a human, so naturally I will die."
Jing Jiu looked at him and said, "But I said that this is just the beginning. If you want to kill me, you need more time and find more ways."
After saying this, his body trembles slightly, like an invisible flame, swaying with the wind, and may go out at any time.
With a light buzzing sound, the pressure of heaven and earth fell on the ground, arousing countless smoke and dust.
The invisible flame was extinguished, and the next moment, it was rekindled elsewhere.
Jing Jiu disappeared in front of the old man's eyes and appeared several miles away.
Looking at this picture, the old man showed incredible emotions.
How can people avoid the heavens and the earth when they are in the world?
What's even more shocking is that the Qingshan disciple's degree is faster than Feijian, almost beyond the concept of time, how did he do it?
Thinking about these things, the old man stepped into the night, came a few miles away, and appeared in front of Jing Jiu.
His expression was serious and he said, "You are really fast, but after all, you can't be faster than me."
When it comes to physical fitness and stamina, the Zhongzhou School’s Heaven and Earth Escape Method is undoubtedly the strongest, and the old man has cultivated the Heaven and Earth Escape Method to the extreme, even if the Qilin and Zhongzhou Master are inferior to him. More importantly, this is the Devil Suppression Prison. With the help of Heaven and Earth Escape, the old man can appear from anywhere, almost ignoring time.
Jing Jiu escaped from under the dragon's teeth, and this time avoiding the encirclement of heaven and earth, he used the ghost sword that he had cultivated for three years in the lower layer of the Suppressing Demon Prison.
The foundation of the Netherworld Immortal Sword is the imperial soul of fire, so it is so vague and difficult to track down, for a few miles in an instant, like a ghost.
This is the first time the Netherworld Fairy Sword has appeared in the world.
This weird sword and ghost technique showed incredible effects and potential, but unfortunately encountered the fastest blue dragon in Chaotian.
Jing Jiu has no regrets, let alone feelings of frustration and despair.
His eyes are calm, even expectant.
This is a rare thing.
The old man shot again.
Heaven and Earth are encircled again.
Jing Jiu's body became lighter again, as if faint, like an invisible flame swaggering, disappearing in place, and when it reappears, it is already miles away.
After a while, the old man walked out of the night and patted his head with his palm.
The dome-like giant palm has not yet reached his body, and Jing Jiu's clothes floated slightly, like a ghost, swept hundreds of meters away.
The old man was expressionless and clenched his right hand.
The huge palm with a howling gust of wind crushed all the space in a radius of hundreds of meters.
At the most dangerous moment, Jing Jiu flickered away, leaving only a sleeve of his clothes, falling to the ground with the wind, turning into dust, mixed with sand and disappearing.
The old man chased after him.
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In the dark world, the figures of Jing Jiu and the old man kept appearing, and then disappeared, silently carrying out the most dangerous pursuit.
After all, the Devil Suppression Prison is the home of the old man. No matter how weird and unpredictable, the Netherworld Immortal Sword can't avoid the encirclement of the world every time. Jing Jiu was hit several times and suffered serious injuries. But his speed has also become faster and faster, and he can always avoid the greatest danger with an unbelievable posture, and even throw the old man farther and farther.
The old man's face is ugly.
Given his seniority and status in the spiritual world, it is really humiliating to be unable to catch such a weak opponent in such a long time.
Netherworld Immortal Sword's power is naturally the main reason.
But it was also because the old man was unable to use real powerful methods in the Demon Suppression Prison, which made him feel aggrieved and became even more angry.
He even felt that if he pursued like this, the young man might escape.
The old man suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, opened his arms, exuding an incomparably domineering breath, communicating with the world farther away.
Dozens of line shadows turned back into entities, and Jing Jiu's figure reappeared in front of the cliff.
His clothes fluttered slightly, like a fairy and a ghost.
Suddenly, the entire cliff collapsed, like a mountain falling head-on, directly pressing Jing Jiu below.
With a soft sound, it was like a wine sac was pierced, a round hole appeared between the cliffs and rocks, and Jing Jiu flew out with stone chips.
There was a sea of flames surging up in the sky, directly forcing him to fall back, and finally land on the wilderness.
He was covered in sand and ragged clothes, and coughed twice with his head down, looking very bleak.
"Who are you?" The old man stared at his face and asked~IndoMTL.com~For him, Jing Jiu's realm strength is not worth mentioning, but his speed is unimaginable.
Besides, Jing Jiu's body style is different from any sword control technique he knows, and it is not a way to escape, even he can't see through it.
"At such a young age, he already has the realm of Yuanying... In your words, it is called Youye. I think it is not Zhao Layue or the closed disciple of Liu Ci in the rumors."
The old man said in a cold voice: "You are a man, so naturally you are Zhuo Rusui."
Jing Jiu said: "No need to ask, because I won't admit anything."
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