The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 9: There is a chilling cicada in the sky who only looks at the scenery
? The wind howled, a figure swept in front of Jing Jiu.
The lava river is a bit dark, but there is always a glimmer of light, not to mention that Jing Jiu's right hand is like a burning torch, enough to illuminate the picture in front of him.
It was a skinny middle-aged man with green eyes and disheveled hair, like a real beast, with an evil aura as thick as the night.
This evil cultivator is very strong, so he can practice in such a deep underground. He is very famous in Lengshan if he wants to come.
Jing Jiu glanced at him and confirmed that the opponent's realm was higher than his own.
Then he looked at the magic weapon in his right hand and confirmed that although it was not resistant to burning, it had a good hardness.
For a while, the magic weapon was burned out by his right hand and a blue smoke was burned out. The Xie Xiu's face showed heartache and anger, and he shouted sharply: "Looking for death!"
With this harsh shout, the magic weapon in Jing Jiu's hand was full of evil spirits, and dozens of resentful souls and yin spirits rushed towards his face, like moths.
The temperature in the cave suddenly cooled for a few minutes, and even the lava river became even darker.
Those resentful souls and yin spirits are invisible and innocent, and can directly attack the Tao Xin Yuan Ying, which is the most troublesome for the righteous Taoist practitioners.
This evil cultivator spent more than a hundred years at the bottom of Gathering Soul Valley and collected thousands of resentful souls and yin spirits before he refined his life magic weapon into a real magic weapon.
Jing Jiu directly took this magic weapon in his hand, no matter how he looked at it, he was indeed looking for death.
Those resentful spirits and ghosts fell on his face like a gust of wind, but they didn't seep into the cliff like a gust of wind, but drifted around.
Jing Jiu didn't plan to let these resentful souls and yin spirits disperse, a bright sword light appeared in his eyes.
With a soft wipe, those resentful souls and ghosts wailed continuously, turning into countless fragments, and falling to the ground.
What came out of his eyes was not a real sword light, but an incomparably pure sword intent. The more invisible and intangible things, the easier it is to be cut off.
There were only dozens of resentful souls and yin spirits that were chopped up. Although the Xie Xiu was surprised by Jing Jiu's sharp sword intent, he didn't care, so he snorted coldly and prepared to continue his attack.
Where would Jing Jiu give him this kind of opportunity, dozens of sword intents spread out from his fingers, cut down around the magic weapon, and then flipped the palm of his hand to take the magic weapon in.
The Xie Xiu's expression changed suddenly, and he found that he could no longer feel the existence of the magic weapon. He couldn't help being shocked, and wondered if the other party cut off the spiritual connection between him and his life magic weapon? But how is this possible! Even the sharpest sword in the world can't do it!
The spiritual connection between the practitioner and the magic weapon is an intangible connection with a causal meaning. It takes a long time to be obliterated. It is difficult to be cut off in such a short time, whether it is the universe front or Jing Jiu couldn't do it with his right hand before he was injured.
Actually, Jing Jiu didn't cut the thread with sword or sword intent, just let the sword intent temporarily entangle those threads, and then sent the magic weapon to other places.
That place is really somewhere else.
Not here.
Not in Lengshan.
Not even in Chaotian Continent.
In a remote and cold dark space, there are several black boxes and a bamboo deck chair floating.
Squatting on the bamboo deck chair is a snow-white beetle.
Chill Cicada was lying on the bamboo chair, looking at the fireball in the distance that was bigger than the star and smaller than the sun, and wondered what it was?
Suddenly, a scarlet magic weapon appeared in front of its eyes, blocking the distant fireball, exuding a dark and terrible atmosphere.
It stretched out its thin feet curiously and fiddled with it lightly.
The resentful ghost in the magic weapon, let out a silent horrible hiss, and rushed towards it.
Chilling was taken aback, rolled from a high place on the chair, and quickly lay down and pretended to die. The armour limbs on his abdomen quickly rubbed a few times, and something was released.
The preparations it made were a bit redundant, because those resentful spirits couldn't get close to it at all. Just leaving the surface of the magic weapon, they were melted into nothingness by some invisible force in the dark space.
Those resentful soul inspirations that have not yet come out are frightened from the deepest part of instinct, where they dare to come out, desperately squeezing into the deepest part of the magic weapon.
Chanchan waited for a while, and found that there was nothing wrong, and turned over with some awkward movements, followed the armrest of the bamboo chair to the back of the chair, and looked at the resentful ghost surging like a tide in the magic weapon. Spirit, what is this?
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The evil cultivator has a profound realm and has extraordinary knowledge. He soon realized that the other party did not cut off his contact with the magic weapon of his life, but sent the magic weapon to a place where his own spiritual sense could not reach.
According to the cognition of the spiritual world, there is only one place close in front of you but far away from the sky, and that is the small space created by the spatial instruments.
Who is this person who can actually possess such a rare magic weapon as a spatial magic weapon?
The Xie Xiu suppressed the shock in his heart, and calculated Jing Jiu's identity, wondering if this person was an elder of a famous school?
Zen is the best at mustard supernatural powers, but he doesn't think Jing Jiu is the great virtue of Zen. The reason is very simple, because Jing Jiu has hair, and he doesn't think Jing Jiu is the descendant of Guocheng Temple, born like that. How can Zhang Lian avoid the red dust?
Jing Jiu's figure moved slightly, and he went several tens of feet away, as if he had taken the magic weapon and was about to leave.
In normal times, Xie Xiu faces this kind of decent master, even if his realm is obviously not as good as his own, he will let him go, but at this time his own magic weapon is still in the hands of the opponent, and if he can take that one Space magic weapon, not to mention the decent masters, even the elders of the Xuan Yin sect, he has to try to kill them!
The yin wind suddenly rose, and the Xie Xiu turned into a black smoke and whizzed towards Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu's clothes are light, lightly tapping the surface of the magma river, and swept away, seeming to use the high temperature of the magma to stop the evil repair from chasing.
Xie Xiu sneered silently, thinking that he had lived by the river of fire underground for more than a hundred years. It was a wishful thinking to use this method to deal with him. He turned his mind slightly and opened the formation hidden around the cave.
With a bang, the cliff above the cave suddenly collapsed, pressing Jing Jiu into the magma river!
The magma river looked dim, but in fact the temperature was not known how high, only a snorted sound, a flame of fire appeared in the place where Jing Jiu disappeared.
It's strange to say that Jing Jiu, who has cultivated the Netherworld Immortal Sword, is so slow, and why didn't he leave the ground with his right hand as before?
The evil repairer swept to the bank of the magma river and looked at the flames that were gradually disappearing. His face was not happy, but a little worried.
He is not worried that killing this person will lead to revenge from the decent people. This is Lengshan, more than ten miles deep underground. Who knows that the person was murdered?
The key question is that if the person is swallowed by the hot magma, there must be no bones left. If the spatial artifact is also damaged, what can be done?
Xie Xiu waved his sleeves, and an invisible force emerged from the sky, separating the lava river by a gap, exposing the bright and bright red color inside.
With a bang, the bright and red lava suddenly exploded, like a giant beast stabbed through a wound, and blood gushing out violently.
Countless hot and deadly lava sprayed toward the evil repairman, looking like a terrifying waterfall of fire.
Xie Xiu hid on the magma river for more than 100 years. Naturally, he would not be burned to death so easily. With a solemn expression, he sacrificed another magic weapon.
The hot red lava was blocked in front of him, looking like a wall of red jade.
The red jade wall is translucent, and a black figure suddenly appeared inside!
Jing Jiu broke through the wall, carrying countless magma and infinite light, and rushed to the evil repairer.
A flash of surprise and killing intent flashed in the eyes of the Xie Xiu, and with a sharp whistle, he slapped Jing Jiu's head with the gloomy black smoke in his hands.
With two soft snaps, Xie Xiu's two hands were grasped by Jing Jiu with extreme accuracy.
Jing Jiu's shot is a sword.
Even if his current realm is not enough, it is difficult for Chaotian Continent to find a few people who are faster and more accurate than his sword.
Xie Xiu felt an extremely clear pain coming from his wrist!
Jing Jiu is holding his wrist.
A visible wound appeared on his wrist, bleeding continuously.
Especially the left hand, which was held by Jing Jiu's right hand, can already see the sorrowful white bones, which are about to be broken at the sight.
Xie Xiu's eyes were full of shock and puzzlement, but he still didn't think he was going to die.
In his opinion, Jing Jiu's cultivation of the realm is far inferior to his own, even if he carries a magic weapon that can avoid fire?
He endured the sharp pain in his wrist, staring into Jing Jiu's eyes and sternly shouted: "Go..."
With this harsh shout, more dark and cold black smoke emanated from his hand, and he was about to swallow Jing Jiu just as he saw it.
Suddenly his voice stopped abruptly!
The black smoke disappears without a trace!
There was a soft bang.
A sword's edge suddenly appeared in the throat of that Xie Xiu.
Even though the sword was stained with blood, it still felt lonely and cold.
Jing Jiu quietly looked at the Xie Xiu, without any expression on his face.
Xie Xiu's expression has not changed, and at this time, he still thinks that he will not lose.
In a rare mobile phone meeting, I actually used a sword to pierce my throat. Do you think that this will kill a real strong practitioner? Do you think this is a mortal fight?
It seems that this person should be an elder who has been in seclusion for many years. He has been in retreat all year round, and he is very out of the world to travel. It is difficult to make a trip. He carries on his body such things as extremely precious space magic weapons and fire avoiding beads. The realm is not weak, but there is no fighting experience at all, then you really should die.
Thinking about these things, the Xie Xiu opened his mouth to spit out the Devil Infant.
The other person is right in front of him.
The Devil Infant can easily enter the opponent's body, devouring the opponent's Nascent Infant or Sword Demon.
But the next moment he found something was wrong.
The devil infant failed to reach his mouth.
Even, the Demon Infant may not have heard his command.
Then he found that he had lost all the sensations in his body.
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If only the throat is pierced by a sword, it is indeed not a fatal injury to the practitioner.
The problem is that the sword is very wide, so wide that you can sit on it without feeling stubborn.
This sword is even wide enough for two people to sit on. If those two people have a leisure time, they can still play chess on it...
Universal Front is such a sword.
Although this sword was knocked off by a unicorn in the Guocheng Temple, a lot of iron grime was knocked off, and its size was no longer as exaggerated as it was at the beginning, but it was still very wide.
At least much wider than a person’s neck.
So when we say that the cosmic front pierced a person's throat, we are often saying that it chopped off that person's head.
At this time, the universe front was inserted between the neck of the evil repairer, and the sword face completely isolated the head and body. It was really not like a flying sword, but more like the big iron that cuts off the human body when the folk conjured tricks. piece.
The Xie Xiu's head fell to the ground~IndoMTL.com~ There was still a look of horror and confusion on his face, and his body fell along with it.
The ground is lava coming ashore, exuding suffocating heat.
No matter how powerful a cultivator is, as long as it is not a big thing in the world-passing realm, it will be difficult to survive in the magma. After all, not everyone is as special as Jing Jiu.
But he didn't give up. Who knows if this evil cultivator has been hiding on the magma river for many years and has learned how to deal with magma.
The universe front cut down again, and at the same time, his right hand was separated from the void, and his sword intent crisscrossed the underground cave.
The Xie Xiu's head and body were chopped into countless pieces before they could fall to the ground.
No matter what the magic baby, the magic wheel, and the magic tire, they were all turned into fragments, and then they were flicked by Jing Jiu's sleeves and sent into the slowly flowing lava river.
Hundreds of tiny flames grew on the surface of the magma river.
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