The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 14: Who is really amazing?
There was a soft snap.
Ada fell to the ground, raised his right hind leg, sniffed his body carefully, and was relieved to make sure that there was no smell of saliva.
When it raised its head and saw the rocky mountain, it couldn’t help being surprised.
When it came to Hidden Peak to play in the mountain, it was picked many times in this stone mountain, but…when did you change the recipe?
The corpses of these strong green mountains have no vitality, but the flesh and bones have the sword intent to stay, and they want to make up for it, but…this violates the rules of the Qingshan gate!
It glanced at the corpse dog faintly, thinking that Yuan Qijing died, are you just like this?
The corpse dog does not know how to communicate with each other. I don’t know what the cat is thinking. He walked to the side of the rocky mountain, stretched out his front paws, and digs out a deep hole.
The corpse of a Snow Country monster is buried in the pit. Just looking at the appearance, you know that the level is extremely high.
Ada walked to the side of the pit and took a look, then meowed in disgust.
The corpse dog’s eyes are slightly different, thinking that this is a good thing he has kept, is this also disgusting? After thinking about it, he walked to another place and dug out another corpse.
This is the corpse of a powerful underworld man. The soul fire has all turned into shards. I don’t know how it tastes, but it must be extremely helpful to practice.
A Da’s eyes were full of sympathy and compassion.
Brother eats fragrant food at Shenmo Peak, drinks spicy food, and can still step on… Tsk tsk, you are still eating these things during your days?
The corpse dog glanced at it puzzledly.
Ada meowed, indicating that he was no longer hungry again.
The corpse dog didn’t think much, lowered his head and ate half of the body of the powerful underworld man, and then carefully buried it back. Of course, he did not forget to bury the corpse of the snow country monster.
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It’s dawn.
Then it got dark.
It’s dawn.
Then it went dark again.
Jianguang stopped.
The pit was dug open.
Then fill in.
Open it again.
Fill out again.
I ran out of food.
The stele on the top of Tianguang Peak keeps rustling dust, but the interval is getting longer and longer.
Some Qingshan disciples left and then came back again to bring fruit to the teachers.
The fairy masters of Qingshan are naturally not afraid of hunger, but they are afraid of boredom.
Ada lay in the corpse dog’s mouth, looking at the sky in the distance through the canine teeth like a stone pillar, thinking that since the victory is already divided, why don’t you let me go out?
The white clothes floated lightly, much more vivid than the clouds in the sky.
Jing Jiu fell on the mountain, lowered the bamboo flute in his hand and inserted it back into the soil.
The thin green branches drilled out of the bamboo flute hole, swayed in the wind, and quickly spread, and then twos and threes of small white flowers bloomed, followed by a sea of flowers full of mountains and plains.
Fang Jingtian lay in the sea of flowers, panting heavily, no longer looks like a fairy tale, looking like a seriously ill old man.
Among the strong men of the Qingshan Sect, the real man of Guangyuan is known for his dullness and low-key, but he is the one who looks the least like an immortal.
Since many years ago, he has been like an ordinary rich man, no matter how the two slender silver eyebrows flutter, he can’t get rid of the tackiness on him.
The tacky taste is not the usual tacky taste, it refers to the homely taste, the kind of fresh taste related to the world.
From this perspective, Taiping Zhenren has accepted so many apprentices, and he is the one who resembles the most.
Compared with the disciples who started after Guangyuan and Nanwang, he has been on Defeng for a longer time and has a deep impression of Master.
It may be for these reasons that his loyalty to Taiping Master is far more than the rest, and his hatred for Jing Jiu and others is even more profound.
“I, Ri, and your ancestors.” Fang Jingtian said while looking at Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu said: “Although the sword pill is broken, it doesn’t mean that it cannot be rebuilt. I have seen someone on the snowy field shattered and rebuilt the golden core. It should be the same way. Would you like to learn it?”
Fang Jingtian said: “Fuck, you, grandma.”
Jing Jiu didn’t hear it, and continued to calmly say, “Of course, your sword demon has a problem. There are signs of disintegration. If you want to recover, it may take more than two hundred years. You should be able to survive. That day.”
Fang Jingtian said: “Fuck, you, mom.”
“I will treat my injuries here in the future. It is always bad to fight to live. It is always bad to die.”
Jing Jiu glanced at the sky and said, “It won’t be long before we should meet again.”
Fang Jingtian gasped twice and said, “I, fuck, you.”
Jing Jiu said: “No.”
After saying this, he left Hidden Peak.
When he came to the sword prison passage, he stopped somewhere, turned and looked at the cell at the end of the quiet passage on his left, and suddenly sat down cross-legged.
There are countless fierce sword intents hidden in the passage, which he laid out many years ago, but he couldn’t bear it himself, but the situation has changed now.
In the cell, Xue Ji squatted on a bamboo chair, looking at the false ice peak and snowfield, knowing his arrival, but didn’t mean to turn around.
I don’t know how long it took, she seemed to feel something, a gleam of light flashed in her black eyes, and she slowly turned and looked at the stone gate of the cell.
Across the stone gate of the cell, their eyes met in the air, and countless invisible turbulences were born.
Jing Jiu and the person in the cell used to sit in this meditation relatively speechless several times. During those few times, he has always been absolutely weak. Today is slightly different.
This should be the first time he was able to talk to her on an equal footing after Leng Shan met her.
Of course, this is just a gesture of equality, and it does not mean that he has the same ability as her.
Xue Ji suddenly muttered twice.
Hundred years have passed, and you have become stronger. I will give you enough respect. Since you want to change, then change.
Jing Jiu said: “The bamboo chair has been decayed for a hundred years. Why should I change the fairy qi in my body?”
Xue Ji stopped talking, turned and looked at the truly unchanging icy peak and snowfield.
Jing Jiu said, “Do me a favor in a few days and you will also help yourself.”
Xue Ji slowly raised her head to look at the stone wall.
On the stone wall is the Shangde Peak.
The sky above Shangde Peak.
Where is the sky above?
She mumbled twice.
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Go up and out of the well by the light of the sky.
Rising from the wind and snow, away from the peak.
People are everywhere on the top of Tianguang Peak.
Countless eyes fell on him.
He went out of the Hidden Peak alone, and the outcome is naturally clear.
The elders and disciples of Xilai Peak were pale, and the people who supported Fang Jingtian on the other peaks also looked extremely ugly.
The mood of the real Guangyuan is very complicated, but before he has time to ask, Nan forgets to take the lead.
“You wouldn’t really kill him, would you?” She stared at Jing Jiu and asked.
Mr. Guangyuan hurriedly said to Nan Wang: “Since the heaven and the earth have no response, the brothers are naturally safe in their lives.”
Nan Wang said: “At the beginning, he broke through the sky in the hidden peak, and the sky and the earth had no sense. How can you be sure?”
Jing Jiu thought it was really annoying, and said, “He is not dead.”
Fang Jingtian’s injuries were extremely serious, he was only one step away from death, and he could not recover for hundreds of years, and besides flying ascend, he could not leave the hidden peak for one step, which was not much different from death.
Hearing these words, Nan Wang said nothing.
“Meet the real head!”
Everyone at the top of Tianguang Peak worshipped, including the elders and disciples of Xilai Peak.
Jing Jiu said something to Zhao Layue, stepped into the air, and flew towards Shenmo Peak.
Yuan Song was listening to the content of that sentence, and I was very surprised, wondering if he really wanted to deal with it like this?
No matter how shocked ~ IndoMTL.com ~ things are always going to be done, who made him a disciple of Zhao Layue.
As it is said that the teacher has something to do, the disciple memorizes it.
Yuan Qu walked to the front of Yunxing Peak Master Jin Sidao and said seriously: “Brother, get ready.”
At this time, Jin Sidao was anxious because Fang Jingtian was defeated by the sword of the head of the real man. Suddenly listening to this, he frowned and asked: “What?”
“The real head of the head said that at the bank of Xijian Creek that day, the master of Yunxing Peak was taken over by Junior Brother Ping Yongjia.”
Yuan Qu cleared his throat and said: “According to the rules, you need to make a handover.”
Hearing this, there was an uproar in the room, and Jin Sidao’s face was extremely ugly.
A bang came from the Shenmo Peak in the distance.
Jing Jiu returned to the lonely mountain, and the sword formation that isolated the outside world suddenly dissipated. Numerous sword intents merged with heaven and earth, turning into a real foggy arrow, heading in all directions. At this time, God Mofeng was like setting off countless fireworks, showing off his greatness to the whole world.