The Path Toward Heaven

If it is true that Jiu Jiu judges that the south trend in the coffin will not wake up, then he is just a corpse, but if he wakes up, it is a half-immortal under the sword. How to choose seems to be very simple.

Nan Wang turned and walked into the mountains. The white cat was faster than her, turned into a white shadow, disappeared instantly, and there was no sound at all.

Jing Jiu didn't care, this was his suggestion, and he was not confident that the body in the coffin would not really wake up.

The rising sun is getting higher, the sky is getting bluer, and the mountains are getting clearer.

Barren mountains are not far from the sea, but there is not much rain, and there are few types of life, even worse than the cold mountains.

Leng Shan looked at the barren land. In fact, there are extremely rich fire veins and dark rivers underground. I don't know how many beasts and monsters survive.

But it may be because it is too monotonous. The autumn colors here are more beautiful and more intense. The golden leaves and fiery red leaves are neatly arranged according to the height, like a ribbon painted by a brush.

Jing Jiu looked back and looked at his right hand.

In the West Sea that year, Jianxilai sword cut his body into two pieces at a distance of dozens of miles, and then a sword at random made Ada pay the price of injury.

These years, he was at the peak of the state, and indeed deserved the title of the sword god, unlike the past years, which had been somewhat bleak by Cao Yuan.

Nanxiang is his master, and his realm is even more unfathomable.

But these should not be problems.

Liu Ci is the real person in charge of Qingshan Sect.

He is the strongest in Castle Peak.

It must be the strongest of the rising continent.

Regardless of whether the sword is coming from the west or south, it should not be the opponent of Liu Ci.

The problem is that Liu Ci has no sword.

That year, Jingyang was soaring. He forced Jianxilai back to the West China Sea without killing each other. In the Battle of Yuntai that year, he and Jianxi came against each other and split the autumn equally on the sea and air. No sword.

If Nanqiang fights with sword ghosts, can Liu Ci without swords be able to cope?

Jing Jiu is of course the most suitable candidate. He knows that Liu Ci hopes the same, but he does not want to accept it.

That bad hunch seemed to warn him constantly that if he accepted Liu Ci's request, something would go wrong and he would regret it.

The weeds moved without the wind.

Nan Wang walked back with a white cat's neck around, and asked him, "How likely is he to wake up according to your calculations?"

Jing Jiu reached out to pick up the white cat, counted again, and said, "No more than 10%."

The white cat meowed softly, looking very aggrieved.

Of course, Jingjiu knew that Nan Wang couldn't get him back. He wanted to come back, or he was embarrassed to leave.

The incident at Guocheng Temple brought a lot of annoyance to it, such as Zhao Layue no longer holding it, such as the changes in attitudes of Gu Qing and Yuan Qu, and the lessons were profound.

As for why Nan forget to come back ... Jing Jiu found her horns slightly wet, and guessed that she went to take a bath in the stream.

After forgetting to drink and drink, Nan liked to sing folk songs. When it was not convenient to sing folk songs, he liked to play in the water. When he saw the streams and lakes, he had to take off his clothes and jump in.

Many years ago, she liked to do this, and she had no choice but to delimit the lake on the top of Bihu Peak to her forbidden area, and it was not withdrawn until she took over the master of Qing Rongfeng.

"Ninety percent ... That's really high."

Nan Wang had indeed drank high, took a jug and filled a big mouth, and said, "It should be fine."

Jing Jiu said, "It's all right with me."

Nan Wang turned his head and looked at him with bright and big eyes without talking.

This is Jing Jiu's third fear.

He turned his head, avoiding her sight and looking at the ruined temple more than ten miles away.

"Who the **** are you?" Nan Wang asked.

Jing Jiu knew she couldn't guess her true identity, just like when winter began.

It's all the same.

He didn't answer the question and said, "I still recommend you leave."

Nan Wang said, "Do you remember the carriage in Daozhou?"

In midsummer, they searched for clues in the hiding of Nanchao in the world. The carriage rushed directly to the lake and brought the latest news. The doctor did not hide his identity because the lake was a forbidden area of ​​the Dongshan School, and no one could approach.

The Dongshan faction is a local school supported by the Cheng family, and the Cheng family is an inconspicuous foreign family in Shiyuefeng.

There are many similar situations, especially in Tiannan. There are at least dozens of businesses like Baoshuju, and there are six or seven families like Gu family. The Nanman tribe also relied on South to forget to support a relatively peaceful life in this sweltering mountain. The imperial court never thought of collecting taxes and servitude.

She is an alcoholic in Jing Jiu's eyes, but a true **** in the Nanban tribe.

If Qingshan falls, these will no longer exist, and these ordinary people may die.

That's why.

So Nan Wang couldn't leave, the white cat wouldn't leave, and Jing Jiu was even more so.

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The light of the sword illuminates the sky of the green hills, bringing the ominous blood color and the signal of battle.

That blood line fell from Tianguang Peak to Shenmo Peak, and changed back to the shape of Furth Sword in Zhao Layue's hands.

She inserted the Firth sword into the ground and turned it around, unlocking the restraint of the God's End Peak, and then went out of the cliff.

A small sword boat was parked on the sea of ​​clouds outside the cliff, and several Shiyuefeng disciples were bowing to welcome them.

Yuan Qu was already prepared, and Ping Yongjia followed, and the sound of the apes farewell from the cliff.

This sword boat is indeed very small. It can only accommodate dozens of people, but it is extremely luxurious.

Ping Yongjia looked at the small sword array of the bow of the boat and said, "How much spar does it take to go back and forth to the West Sea?"

Yuan Qu said, "What does this have to do with us?"

Ping Yongjia still felt too wasteful, and said, "My disciples with such a poor level can sit in a sword boat. Why do teachers not control swords? It can be faster."

Yuan Qu thought that you were also a disciple personally selected by Master Jing, how could you be such an idiot?

"Let me ask you, is it comfortable to ride a sword or ride a sword boat?"

Of course, Ping Yongjia said, "Of course it is the latter."

Yuanqu said in a bad mood: "Then you are going to let the teachers work hard to control the sword and sleep in the boat yourself?"

The elders and disciples of the other Zhufeng are also boarding the boat, but the number of people in those peaks is much larger than that of Shenmo Peak, and the sword boat is naturally much larger.

The cold fog of Shangde Peak was scattered, and the sword boat loomed in the meantime.

Yuanqi Whale has taken the lead in boarding the boat, and the elders such as Banquet and Duan Liantian are arranging the position of the disciples.

Sister Yushan is very well-guarded. She is closest to the Master Jianlu, and there are brothers everywhere. I believe that even if Jianzhou is destroyed, she won't be in trouble.

The turbulent waters of the Bihu Peak have produced countless snow waves.

Cheng Youtian took dozens of swords to board the boat, and today I know that the original lake tastes a little salty.

The disciples of the two forgetful peaks were also boarding the boat, the sword lights flashed, and the clothes fluttered.

Just after Nanshan and others returned from the snow field in less than 100 days, they set foot on the battlefield again.

Shi Yuefeng's disciples also boarded the boat under the guidance of Guangyuan real person.

A clear chime sounded from the misty stone beam all year round.

A dark shadow rose through the mist, but did not land on the sword boat of Shiyue Peak, but fell on the sword boat of Shang Defeng.

Looking at the golden pheasant with its unusual appearance and fascinating tail, the disciples on Shang Defeng were startled, and then guessed its identity, and quickly bowed to salute.

Master Yushan opened her eyes wide, thinking that Lord Yinfeng was so beautiful.

The dinner party and Duan Liantian were thinking that even the guardian adults had left Qingshan. It seems that the head of the club really wants to destroy the West Sea this time.

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"Primary four, you take care of the house in Qingshan."

Liu Ci spoke to Xi Laifeng without looking at Fang Jingtian again.

What Fang Jingtian was thinking was very clear. Today, this little four is a reminder or a warning.

He walked up to the stone monument, reached down and took off Chengtian's scabbard. After a moment of silence, he said, "Uncle has not made a decision."

Yuan Gui slowly opened his eyes and glanced at him, thinking that this is not nonsense. Who wants to put a rope around his neck?

He's not that stupid chicken, not even a fool.

Liu Ci said nothing, flicking his fingers.

A sword rang.

Resounded through the mountains.

Seventeen sword boats slowly left their respective peaks ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and flew towards the sky.

The large array opened, the autumn rain fell slightly, the sword boat broke through the clouds, and flew towards the far west.

Everyone was dispatched, including even the young girls and young men in the Jianjian Pavilion who had just started and had not had time to bear the sword.

At present, there are only Fang Jingtian, the horse and monkey on the **** of Shenmofeng, and the dog and prisoner in the sword prison.

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Asakari.

Seventeen sword boats killed the West Sea.

How spectacular.

On the foremost and largest sword boat.

Liu Ci stood at the head of the boat, and his long beard fluttered against the wind, his robe sleeves flying, like an immortal.

Dozens of sword books have been cast all over the Chaotian continent-the West Sea.

Dignified.

Fair and bright.

This is the style of Qingshan doing things.

There is another reason, of course.

Liu Ci has no sword.

If you don't take a sword boat, you will fly more slowly.

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(I wanted to write a chapter tomorrow and then start my vacation, but I feel more beautiful here, so I decided temporarily that I will start taking a break tomorrow, 30 years old. This year's holiday is shorter than last year and longer than the previous year. At five, I will be back on time to meet you. I will chat with you in the WeChat public account for a few days, and I wo n’t be here. I wish you good health and a happy New Year here. I really love you. Although I ca n’t know who you are, I thank you all for the past year. In the coming year, we will all be fine and continue to happily hang on.)

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