The Path Toward Heaven

In the infinite open space, the sword fire at Jingjiu's fingertips was as small as a firefly, but still very eye-catching.

The huge shadow was immediately detected, and the strong wave swept back at an unimaginable speed, confirming the existence and location of Jing Jiu.

Countless tentacles began to squirm, and under the light of the red fireball behind it, gave birth to an extremely evil feeling.

Looking at the scene, Jing Jiu once again developed a familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

When he was about to cut off the ugly and obviously dangerous tentacles, the strong wave seemed to become some kind of invisible force field, making the whole space sticky. Out of the sword light, even the body cannot move.

Jing Jiu knew that he had made a mistake and underestimated the strength of the opponent, or that he did not count on the opponent's fighting style.

The extraterrestrial demon was obviously not going to catch him, but was going to destroy him directly.

An evil and powerful consciousness fell on Jing Jiu and caught his soul.

If the spirit is a real thing, at this time has been covered with extremely thick frost, the next moment will be torn into pieces by that consciousness.

At this moment, there is no other way to fight against this powerful spiritual consciousness.

However, Jing Jiu had experienced a stronger sense of consciousness, and his soul has undergone reincarnation in two lifetimes, and he does not know how many times more tenacious than other ascendants.

Instead of being obliterated by the evil consciousness of the extraterrestrial demon, he launched a counterattack.

Two extremely bright sword lights were deep in his eyes, like fish jumping out of the sea, illuminating the eyelashes and everything in front of him.

The universe is still dead, but there seems to be a roar of bangs somewhere.

The demon in the field shook slightly, and the tentacles on the surface of the body trembled at a faster speed, emitting countless smoke and dust, looking like a spore mist popped by a mushroom.

The evil and terrible consciousness receded, and the strong wave disappeared, as if the space that had become viscous returned to normal, Jing Jiu could move.

Here he can't use the sword of all things. With the opponent's defense and huge body, it is difficult to form real damage by cutting with a sword light. How should he fight?

A sword light flew into the huge shadow.

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That shadow was illuminated from time to time, and the skin was occasionally transparent somewhere, and you could see Jing Jiu flying at the fastest speed inside.

Countless tentacles have come off, sparking silently in the dark universe.

The evil and powerful consciousness still chased him coldly, without any unexpected feeling or fear.

The quiet and sensation of the sword, from time to time, seems to disappear, but it will always reappear.

It didn't take long for everything to stand still.

Those tentacles no longer move, floating like water plants.

There is no movement in the outer demon, and it is quietly suspended in the universe.

Suddenly, it shook.

The outer demons turned into countless fragments, scattered away, and there was no breath.

That evil and powerful consciousness also disappeared.

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Dust floats in the universe, away from everywhere.

Some resemble some ancient pictures.

Jing Jiu looked at the corpse fragments of the demon outside the domain leaving himself as the center, and his pale face was exhausted.

The white suit was torn, and with those fragments gone, his body was full of bleak wounds, and Jian Yuan was exhausted.

The most troublesome thing is that his sword consciousness was destroyed too much by that evil consciousness. At this time, his mind was dizzy and he might fall asleep or die at any time.

This was his first battle after his ascension. It didn't take long and there was no sound, but it was more difficult than any battle he encountered in Chaotian Continent. This was also the closest to death between his two lives, because the opponent was really strong, and because of his connection, two misjudgments occurred.

When looking at the body of the first outside demon, he found that the cocoon-like things in the other person's body were the place to store energy.

Those energies were frozen into ice cubes by Xueji, and it is impossible to determine whether they belong to the fairy qi and heaven and earth qi, but they should be usable in the future.

Xueji flies through the extremely cold universe without any supplement at all, he does not.

In the original calculations, after killing the other party, he would use the energy in the cocoon-like things to supplement it.

Unexpectedly, this extra-terrestrial demon chose to explode in advance before he had to die.

Those cocoon-like things turned into light and heat in the universe, which caused him greater harm.

"Don't even count it?" A voice sounded in Jing Jiu's sea of ​​knowledge.

A green smoke floated out of his body. It did not dissipate, but gradually twisted and deformed, and eventually turned into a villain.

The villain was dressed in Tsing Yi, his eyebrows were clear, and his smile was amiable.

A pillar of incense has been offered in the Zhangfu Ancestral Hall in Qingtianjian, and no one knows what it is offering.

A few days ago, Pingji went to Qingtianjian and did not take away the column incense, but took the cigarette.

He looked at the real person in Taiping: "How come you out?"

The real man in Taiping looked into his eyes: "You have a great wound on the sword and you can't keep your heart, I will come out naturally."

Jing Jiu said in his heart, "I really didn't think it was not afraid of death, and it seemed to want to die."

The real Taiping smiled slightly: "Having lived two lives, haven't you seen those so-called philosophers who have sought their way?"

Jing Jiu shook his head: "Those people know that they must die, so please be happy, but this extraterrestrial demon is extremely powerful. He can live for many years, even worse than Yuan Gui, why not fear death? Please die? "

The extraterrestrial demon misjudged his spiritual strength, and he misjudged the cold will of the other party, or he would not be so hurt.

Taiping real people are thinking: "Maybe this is why they are called tian demons."

"But after all it proved that I was right."

Jing Jiu looked at the villain that Qing Yan formed: "So many people are following you, and now it seems all dead."

He made immortals in a bamboo chair to repair the barriers of the rising heavens and conquered so many extra-terrestrial demons with Xue Ji. These real people are watching.

To be precise, Jing Jiu took him up to let him see these pictures.

The world is colder, bizarre, and dangerous than he thought, but it doesn't seem to be impossible.

For hundreds of years, the rising continent, including Baizhen people, cross-sea monks, and elders of various denominations, have countless people embarked on a path of no return because they believe in his views.

Now it seems that this is all wrong?

The real Taiping glanced at him: "Don't you find yourself much weaker?"

Jing Jiu's expression was calm: "It shows that this world is lower."

Taiping smiled slightly: "It's a pity you are going to die."

The red fireball is too far away from here, and it is difficult to complete it by using it to replenish the qi and repair the injuries in the body.

"I can sleep here for hundreds of years."

"What is the year?"

The real man in Taiping, Tsing Yi, suddenly floated, and Yi Yi turned into green smoke again.

Jing Jiu guessed what he was going to do, his eyes were cold.

"No need, you can live a few more years."

"So what is the year?"

Yi Yi floated again, the green smoke was moving.

The real Taiping man extended his hands and gently pushed him toward the red fireball.

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I don't know how long it took, the real person in Taiping stopped, and the body below the waist had been blurred.

The flames spit out by the red fireball looked more real here, and felt more clearly, it was indeed fairy.

At this distance, he only needs three thousand minds to recover.

Taiping people are right, in this quiet universe like a tomb, where is the year?

Just read.

Jing Jiujian gradually became acquainted with tiredness, ready to enter, and looked at the real person in Taiping and said, "Bye, goodbye."

That green smoke is a ray of souls of the real people of Taiping. It cannot be resurrected. It can be stored for about ten years in Qingtianjian and the sword of everything.

Now he can't live any longer.

The real Taiping smiled, and suddenly felt something, looking towards somewhere in the universe, a moment of disappointment, murmured: "Really beautiful ..."

Jing Jiu's gaze also looked over and said, "Yeah."

"It's a worthwhile trip."

The real people of Taiping looked at this spectacular scene, and were so dissatisfied that they dissipated.

Jing Jiu fell into a lethargy.

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There are countless stars in the universe ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Tens of thousands of burning flying swords fly in the meantime.

In a short time, the burning flying swords came to the red fireball and surrounded the brothers.

The flying sword stood still, and the flame retracted the tail, showing the true appearance.

Each flying sword is a battleship up to ten miles long, covered with gray-white metal, but not very reflective.

Tens of thousands of flying swords are tens of thousands of battleships.

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(End of Volume 7 ... Taiping saw it! See the warship! Be sure to let you know that! There is a short comment behind it.)