The Path Toward Heaven

(Hello Huang Gou, I still use this chapter name. Originally, this chapter wanted to be called: Let's listen to meows ... firecrackers sounded from the window, reminding me that Chinese New Year is coming. ,Expect.)

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Thirty-three years ago, there was a war between the Terran practitioners and the advanced creatures of the Snow Country in the Lanling Snowfield.

Since then, there has been no real war in the practice world.

The struggle between those factions and the fight between the two evils and evils can only be regarded as fighting, and the scale and intensity of the Battle of Yuntai is far from enough.

But there is bound to be a real war between Qingshan Sect and Xihai Sword School.

Since it is a war, it is natural to make perfect preparations and pre-war analysis.

If we say that the Xihai Sword School is handsome with the sword god, the real killing is still south.

In fact, Aoyama Sect has studied this first swordsman for many years.

On the basis of hundreds of years of research, they tried to determine the method of southward closure and avoiding the large hills.

The giant friend of Jing Jiu came into contact with the fog on the island in the South China Sea, and confirmed that the fog is a natural wonder on the island. It will gradually dissipate too far from the island.

So this is definitely not the method used by Nanchao.

Through extremely complex and careful deduction calculations of Nanxiang's origin, previous exercises, and temperament and wisdom, Shiyue Peak fainted the two elders. Qingshan Sect finally reached a conclusion that the reliability rate was more than 90%- Nanchao used the mountain **** of the barbarian to restrain himself into a living corpse.

Zombies are not alive, so they can avoid the search of Castle Peak.

When it is needed, the South Trend will wake up and, at the most critical moment, before Liu Qing's big team starts, issue a deadly sword to Liu Ci or Yuan Qi Whale.

Nan forgets to come from Nanban tribe and is familiar with these witchcraft, so Liu Ci would suggest Jing Jiu to take her with her.

She was a little displeased, and whispered, "Since you know he is in the coffin, why not check from this clue?"

Jing Jiu said: "There are too many caskets to find out at all."

Nan forgets to hold back. I don't understand why there are so many coffin-carrying cars. Do many people die every day?

Jing Jiu looked at her expression and sighed in her heart.

He and Liu Ci started the same way at the beginning, and don't understand why many people die every day.

It wasn't until the roller blinds sent data that they knew that on average more than 10 million people die every year in the Chaotian continent, and the area they want to check is more than 3 million. This means that 10,000 coffins are opened and closed every day at the place they want to check.

In fact, this is common sense, but the life of the practitioner is too long, and this is not expected at all.

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Nan Wang and Jing Jiu left Lushan, headed west, and came to the mountain hundreds of miles away from Yizhou.

It's summer at this time, and the mountains don't feel cool, but they are more sweltering. With no trace of spirits, it's no wonder that there are so few people.

The senior monk of Baotong Zen Academy took out the extremely precious red cabbage moss that has been preserved from spring to the present to entertain the two noble guests, but there was no clue.

When leaving the Zen Temple, Jing Jiu made a special trip to the vegetable garden to take a look and found nothing.

The white cat squatted on his shoulder, and suddenly meowed into the northeast sky.

Nan Wang did not hesitate to rise up and flew to the other side.

Jingjiu followed, but gave a very bad hunch.

Bringing a white cat with you is not for safety, but to smell. The whole mountain speaks of a good nose, except for corpses.

There are no roads and no traces of humanity in the mountains that are full of suffocation and there are wild trees everywhere.

The white cat crouched on his shoulders, raised his head and sniffed constantly, meowing from time to time.

Jing Jiu and Nan forgot to listen to the meow, kept changing directions, and gradually went deep into the mountains.

When dusk came, the white cat yawned, swung his head, tried to wake himself up as much as possible, and then meowed to remind them that they should still be ahead.

Nan Wang feels that his tiger's head and his brain are much more cute now than he used to be, and he reaches out to touch his head.

Where would the white cat let her hand fall on her body, open a small opening in the blood bowl, reveal small fangs sharper than the flying sword, and growled, she would bite.

At this moment, it suddenly changed his expression, and climbed down from Jing Jiu's shoulder at an extremely fast speed, got into his sleeve, and never willing to come out again.

Nan Wang looked at Jing Jiu's slightly trembling sleeves and remained silent.

Jing Jiu looked forward to the mountains, his expression was extremely dignified.

found it.

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There is an old road buried by wild grass deep in the mountains.

At the end of the old road is a dilapidated small temple with a lantern hanging in front of it.

There is a black coffin in the ruined temple.

A young girl came out of the temple, wearing a short skirt and silver bells, but there was no noise when walking.

The girl lit the lantern outside the temple, and the red light illuminated the ruined temple, just at night.

On a cliff some ten miles away, Jing Jiu looked back and looked south to forget.

That girl is very similar to Nan Wang.

"In order to clean up the influence of the descendants of the South Trend, I let a lot of people kill in the clan, but I still escaped.

Nan Wang looked at the young girl walking back to the temple and said blankly, "She should be Nan Zheng."

After saying this, she did not know where to find a hip flask and started drinking.

Drinking is not because of seeing Nanzheng, but because of fear.

Nanqu should lie in that black coffin.

She is the master of Qing Rongfeng of Qingshan Sect. She is the true power of breaking the sea, but 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 are very good. If you are willing to spend more time drinking, singing, hurting spring, and sad autumn, you have already cultivated to the top of the sea.

He and Liu Ci both believed that Nan Wang was the most likely candidate after Fang Jingtian, but now she has been passed by Guangyuan real person, which is of course a pity in his opinion.

Nan forgets that he was frightened by the mouth of the black coffin, how dare he speak to himself in this tone.

Jing Jiu was also surprised that she didn't ask herself if she wanted to die, guessing that she was nervous at this time, pointing to the broken temple in the distance and saying, "Who is the idol in the temple?"

This ruined temple is obviously of the Nanman tribe's temple system, but the idols in the temple are not like the South forgotten. They are obviously much taller. The paint on the face has been mottled and peeled off, but still gives a cold and killing feeling.

Nan Wang said: "It should be Nanchao himself."

Eight hundred years ago, Nanchao was the true **** of the Nanban tribe, and his realm and identity were worthy.

However, as he was forced into Kirishima by the Castle Peak Sword Formation, time passed, and he has long been forgotten by most tribal people.

This ruined temple is most likely his last temple.

Thinking of this possibility, Nan Wang raised the jug again and took a big sip of wine.

Jing Jiu felt the trembling in his sleeve, knowing that Ada was still afraid, and touched it across the clothes to show comfort, and then said to Nan Wang: "Don't be afraid, there is me."

"You're not your master, what nonsense are you talking about."

Nan forget to wipe off the drink from the corner of his lips, and said blankly, "Keep here, I'll tell the head."

Jing Jiu said to me that I sat down with my knees crossed.

Without knowing any fright, the white cat got out of his sleeve, climbed to his shoulder, and stretched out his cat's claw to hug his neck tightly.

The sleeve moved without wind, and a sword bracelet fell off from Jing Jiu's wrist, and when the wind broke, it turned back into the Firth sword body, turned into a blood line, and disappeared in the last twilight.

Nan Wang looked at the fading blood line and felt strange.

That year, she and the other elders of Zhufeng saw the innate sword body of Jing Jiu with their own eyes, and determined that this was a genius of kendo.

But how old is this guy, only a few years after the sword repair, how can he swim? And isn't the Firth sword the sword that Jingyang left to Zhao Layue? Why can you also use it?

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The night shrouded wild mountains and ruined temples, the red lantern became more and more striking.

The black coffin lay quietly in the temple like that, giving a strange and terrifying feeling.

Between the cliffs more than ten miles away, Nan Wang and the white cat stared at the ruined temple without looking away.

They stood on their feet and fused with the autumn trees and grass around them.

A long night passed.

The rising sun reflects the red sky.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes.

The sword tour was over, but Firth did not return.

Nan forgets that he knows how fast Frost Sword is, and he can't figure it out.

Knowing that the South Trend is here, Qingshan Sect should attack with all its strength. Why didn't any news come back?

Jing Jiu stood up and looked at the broken temple in the morning light, and said, "I told them that South Trend is here, but I didn't let them come over."

It is true that Nanchao used the mountain **** to restrain himself and turned himself into a dead body in a coffin, but it was definitely not the case.

The dead corpse in the black coffin didn't have any breath. It was like a real corpse, but Mr. Jing Jiu felt that the corpse was missing something.

The weird red lantern reminded him of some possibility.

The red lantern is used to summon the soul.

Southbound's soul is gone?

The soul of the Xuanmen authentic practitioner is Yuan Ying, and the soul of Jian Xiu is the sword spirit. Nowadays, the rising continent is more commonly called the sword ghost.

This habit originated from the ghost sworddo of the south trend.

The dead body in the black coffin has lost its soul ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ means that the south-facing sword ghost is not there.

If you change to another practitioner, you must think that the sword ghost is not there, that is to say, death, even if the person is southward.

But Jiu Jiu knew that in some special cases, the sword ghost could survive alone.

He believes that if an old guy like Nanchao really dies, it will inevitably shake the whole world, and he will never be so silent.

The Southbound sword ghost must be alive, but I don't know where I went.

Jing Jiu didn't let Liu Ci and Yuan Ride the whale, but the sword ghost who was worried about the southward trend went to the West Sea.

If that is the case, Aoyama must put all his power into the West China Sea, so that no accidents can occur.

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Nan Wang couldn't understand why Brother Brother Jian and Jian Jian listened to Jing Jiu's opinions.

What if Nantou wakes up from the coffin?

She looked silent at the ruined temple, her face pale.

Lord Bai Gui is the guardian of Qingshan and the first thing in the sky. Even if he joins her, he cannot be the enemy of the South.

Just then, the girl stepped out of the ruined temple and blew out the red lantern.

"According to my calculations, the body in the coffin will not wake up, so we are safe."

Jing Jiu said: "We only need to destroy the lantern and the body in the coffin when necessary."

The white cat meowed pitifully, saying that I dare not do such a thing.

Nan Wang Lengheng said, "I want you to come."

Jing Jiu thought of that bad hunch and said, "It makes sense, you go first, I'll wait here."

(End of this chapter)

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