The Path Toward Heaven

The Zhongzhou faction has been competing with the Aoyama Sect for many years as the leader of the right path, so they naturally pay close attention to each other's exercises. The old man was very clear about the breath of Qingshan swordsmanship, so when Jing Jiuyu sword broke through the lake, he saw at first glance that the other party was a disciple of Qingshan. With a little thought, he calculated the identity of Jing Jiu.

"Qing Shanzong actually sent people to see the Emperor privately, did they want to collude with the underworld?"

The old man sneered and said, "That's right, the scourge was collusion, and this is also the tradition of your Aoyama Sect."

The charges of collusion with the underworld cannot be accepted by any practitioner.

Jing Jiuben didn't plan to say anything, and said for a while, "I'm not Zhuo Rusui, you better confirm this."

The old man said blankly: "I don't care who you are, I only know that you are a disciple of Qingshan, and the private Emperor Pluto is death, even if you escape. Tell me your purpose here and what you did, I It can not eat you, and can make you live well in the town's prison. "

In any case, he could not leave Jingjiu to leave the town's magic prison, but after all, the conditions were given, and the conditions meant negotiations. Canglong is a town-style **** beast from the Zhongzhou school, and he is willing to be young with other parties Disciple negotiating, had to say that Jing Jiu's Nether Fairy Sword really made him feel a little tricky.

But Jing Jiu would not agree to his terms.

The old man said in a cold voice: "This is my world, no matter how fast you can't run out, and if I really use all my strength, you would have died."

"Because this is your world, you can't use your best effort."

Jing Jiu calmly pointed out the old man's current plight, and then said: "And have you ever wondered why I have been running without trying to fight back?"

He was borrowing this chase to adapt to his body, just like how he learned to farm and cut vegetables in the small village.

Ghost Sword makes his body change again. If it is left in normal time, it will take several years for him to fully grasp the change.

The mental pressure brought by this chase has drastically compressed the process, and I believe it will be over soon.

A Mahayana **** beast to do sparring is something that can be encountered but not sought, and must be cherished.

The old man seemed to have heard the most absurd words in the world, and laughed loudly, full of ridicule.

In the current realm of Jingu Jiu, not to mention defeating the Mahayana realm, it is just trying to compete against it for a moment.

The Nether Fairy Sword may bring him closer to the old man, but how can he hurt the other party?

On the contrary, in order to ensure safety, he must keep a sufficient distance from the old man.

So how does he fight back?

"The world in the town's magic prison is you, so I can't escape anymore."

Jing Jiu looked at the old man and said, "Then it is equivalent to saying that as long as I attack any place in the world, I am attacking you."

The words fell squarely, his right wrist flicked, and a black iron sword stabbed into the rock cliff beside him.

The surface of the stone cliff is blue and black, it is roasted by the high temperature all year round, and it is impacted by the strong wind. The surface is like flowing lines.

Some lines cracked, revealing the pink stone skin inside, as disgusting as the festering meat wall.

Jing Jiu's sword was unbiased and just happened to be inserted in that cracked mouth.

The iron sword's sharp blade penetrated the pink stone skin directly, splashing a little red juice.

Not like blood, more like magma.

The old man's body shook with lightning, and his eyes were filled with anger and shock, and he said, "What do you **** want to do!"

"After you know that I am a disciple of Qingshan, I am going to use soul-searching directly, so that I can experience the suffering of Ling Chi, my soul."

Jing Jiu looked at him and said, "The hostility of the old ancestors of Zhongzhou to Qingshan seems really serious."

The old man shouted sharply, "So what? I don't like these flying grasshoppers on your green hill! I'm annoyed at watching, I can't wait to burn you all with a fire!"

Jing Jiu said, "Understand. I don't like the elderly in Yunmeng Mountain either. This is fair. You think

If you hurt me, I will hurt you and it is fair. "

At the beginning, the old man was going to swallow Jing Jiu, and then read his memory fragments with soul searching.

Jing Jiu said at the time that all the pain he intended to do to his disciples in Qingshan would be given back to him.

Jing Jiu's wrist moved slightly, the iron sword turned half a circle in the crack between the cliffs, the pink inner wall became worse, and the magma-like juice poured out.

The old man groaned, sweat beads gushing from his forehead, and he was blown away by the wind, his voice trembling slightly.

"I am heaven and earth, extremely wide, this injury is not as good as a mosquito bite, and this pain you think will be ... ah!"

Suddenly he cried in pain.

The stern sound echoed in the second-floor world of Zhenmo Town, which seemed extremely terrifying.

The old man covered his abdomen and shouted: "Poison on the sword!"

The pink stone wall was festering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cause of the fester was the green breath slowly released from the iron sword.

What poison can make a town school beast so painful?

There is only one answer.

That is the beast's own poison.

That is the turquoise water.

The iron sword was soaked in the pond water for three years without being corroded, instead it absorbed the toxins from the pond water.

Now this sword is like a ghost claw sticking out in the Ming River. With a scratch, it can make people feel anguish.

The old man had a pale face, covered his abdomen, stared at Jing Jiu's grievance and shouted, "Even if you are fighting internal injuries today, I will kill you, I will crush you to death, and restrain your soul. Always tortured by the wind! "

From the moment he spoke the four characters of the Qingshan thief, the town's magic prison had already become a masterpiece of thunder, the wind was howling, and the sand and stones were flying.

The water in Bitan over the cliffs like a falling waterfall, falling like a heavy rain.

Jing Jiu dodged between the violent breath, like a candlelight in the wind, which may go out at any time, but when it re-brightened, it was far away.

Hundreds of thunders blew at the same time, the dark town magic prison was illuminated, and the thickness of a tree-like lightning turned into a wood in the desolate and rolling wilderness.

Jing Jiu could no longer avoid it, and fell from the sky to the ground, two blood flowing out of his ears, his eyes became a bit dull.

He had suffered minor injuries before. The reason why he can still support it is because the old man has a lot of inconvenience in the town's magic prison, and many powerful magical powers cannot be used.

Now that the old man was ruthless by his means, he actually used the Mahayana magical power directly, like a laparotomy.

The realm between the two sides is too big. In the face of a mad Mahayana strongman, he thinks it is a dead end.

Jing Jiu didn't want to, he pierced the iron sword in the ground around him.

The old man's painful and angry cry echoed again and again in the heavens and the earth.

A few miles away, the old man furiously waved his sleeves, the wind came out of the ground, rolled up more than a dozen thunderbolts, and hit Jing Jiu's body from all sides ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ a loud noise, Jing Jiu flew to the cliff hundreds of feet away.

He wanted to get up but couldn't, he just had to sit in place.

Blood squirting from the mouth stained half of the body, and was burnt black by the remaining Levi.

At this time, he looked like a piece of failed Thunder Soul Wood.

But he remained calm, seeing no fear or anxiety, and thrust his backhand deep into the cliff.

If the old man was severely hit and extremely distressed, he shouted, "Go to death!"

While talking, he grabbed countless lightnings in the night sky with trembling hands, and drew towards Jingjiu.

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