The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 46: Just watch it

　　 Of course, he still has a way to reach the summit, but as he said to Zhao Layue, there is a possibility that someone is looking here at this time.

　　 The head and Yuan Qijing can see here, if they want.

　　 When other times, Jing Jiu will definitely not continue walking to the top of the peak, but will go straight back, but...

　　 He glanced at Zhao Layue, thinking this little girl would be disappointed?

　　 "Then... just watch it."

　　 He looked at the mountains deep in the sea of ​​clouds and said softly.

　　He stretched out his finger and tapped the bracelet on Zhao Layue's wrist.

　　 silently, the bracelet left the girl's wrist and turned into a sword rope and was held in his hand.

　　 I don’t know why, this uncommon sword rope is willing to obey his orders.

　　 His mind moved slightly, and the sword rope popped out like a snake, entangled Zhao Layue's body.

　　 He untied the sword from his back, took it back after thinking about it, and brought Zhao Layue up to the peak.

　　His technique is very clever, and the place where the sword rope is in contact with her body can be evenly stressed.

　　 Zhao Layue was carried by him, as if sleeping in a hammock, sleeping soundly, without waking up.

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　　 Jingjiu climbed to the peak, the style is naturally completely different from Zhao Layue.

　　 He was not as cautious as Zhao Layue, going three steps back two steps, sometimes turning left, sometimes swiping.

　　He doesn't pay attention to anything, just walk straight away.

　　 Two steps forward on the mountain road, he encountered a sword intent.

　　 There was a slap, crisp and loud, and a gap appeared in the white clothes.

　　 He continued forward, without a pause, as if unaware.

　　 continued on the mountain road, his steps faster and faster, the sword intent he encountered more and more, and the crisp sound became more and more urgent.

　　 Papa Papa! It's like a storm is coming, it's like countless bowstrings are disconnected at the same time, and it's like countless swords are hitting each other.

　　 The sound of the sword was continuous, and the area separated by the sword array was forcibly opened up. The sound reverberated between the cliffs, but could not reach the peak. It gradually mixed together, becoming lower and lower, more and more terrifying, just Like thunder, it kept sweeping the mountain road.

　　 If someone is on this mountain path at this time, I am afraid that the thunder integrated with thousands of sword sounds will directly deaf the ears.

　　 Zhao Layue was not awakened, her face was ruddy, and she slept extremely fragrantly. It seemed that Jing Jiu was well protected.

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　　 I don’t know how long it has passed, the night is still deep, and the morning light has not yet arrived.

　　The summit of Shenmo Peak is in front of you.

　　Between the cliffs of the green peaks, several pavilions can be seen faintly.

　　 Jing Jiu stopped and rubbed his face.

　　 rushed all the way from the peak to here, breaking through so many sword intents, even if it was him, his face was a little numb.

　　 His white coat is very special, not invaded by water and fire, and resistant to flying swords. At this time, it has also become tattered.

　　 Dozens of banners hung on his body, revealing his body like a white jade, looking very embarrassed.

　　 There was a sound of wind between the cliffs, and the whimpering ceaselessly, very sad, like a devil may cry.

　　 Dozens of groups of cold soul fire floated out from the crevices of the cliff in front, and gradually merged together, showing a hideous and ugly face, which looked extremely terrifying.

　　"It’s no wonder that Mochi’s nickname back then was Mingling, and it was really ugly."

　　 Jing Jiu shook his head looking at the ghostly spirit exuding the gloomy smell.

　　 Many years ago, Taiping Zhenren was dead. There was a battle between the human dynasty and the ice kingdom in the Lanling Snow Field.

　　The head of the sword brought all Jiufeng's kendo experts to help, and Qingshan left some ordinary disciples behind.

　　 At the right time, the Shutters lost some very important information, and that information fell into the hands of the Underworld Master.

　　 This great underworld, led his subordinates, sneaked into the nine peaks through the loopholes in the green mountain formation recorded in the materials, and wanted to get something.

　　 They did not expect that such things are not in the sword prison of Shangdefeng, but on Shenmo Peak.

Master Ming deduced and calculated that Jingyang should be in retreat and the opportunity should not be missed.

　　 Jingyang spent most of his life in retreat, so he did not make a mistake.

　　 But Master Ming did not expect that when they first stepped into the Nine Peaks of Qingshan, the four guards woke up at the same time, so Jingyang left the pass.

　　 Facing those strong in the underworld, Jing Yang killed them with a single sword.

Master 　　 Mingshi was also seriously injured, and he almost failed to escape.

　　 Because this matter involves a certain secret of the Green Mountain Sect, and has a relationship with the roller shutter people, it is very tightly covered.

　　Mingbu himself certainly wouldn't preach this fiasco, so until now, few people knew about it.

　　 After the head of Qingshan returned, he felt that the remnants of the soul fire should be cleaned up, and at least the corpses scattered around the top of the Shenmo Peak should be disposed of.

　　 Jingyang feels too troublesome, Shenmofeng has no disciples, and there will be no guests, so why bother.

　　 So the corpses of those strong men in the Underworld were scattered among the chaotic cliffs until they were beaten by wind and rain, turned into bones, and then turned into dust.

　　 As for the fragments of the soul fire, they have survived, and now they have become resentful spirits.

　　 This kind of resentful spirit integrated with soul and fire has no intelligence, only resentment and fierce thoughts, which may be more troublesome for ordinary disciples.

　　 But in Jing Jiuyan, these remnants of the soul fire are no different from the smoke from the unburnt wet wood in the stove.

　　 "Disperse."

　　 He carried Zhao Layue to the top of the mountain.

　　He didn't pause when he passed the terrifying ghost.

　　 The Mingling shouted harshly, trying to swallow Jing Jiu into his belly.

　　 Suddenly, the ghosts dispersed and turned back into dozens of cold underworld fires, and those underworld fires screamed in fear~IndoMTL.com~ They fleeed desperately to the top of the peak, but couldn't escape far. It fell weakly on the cliff rock, turned into dozens of wisps of blue smoke, and disappeared without a trace.

　　 "Wait for them to get together, it really is much easier than looking around."

　　 Jing Jiu thought this way, and walked into the small building on the top of the mountain. Like most buildings in the green hills, there is a cave behind the small building.

　　 This is the cave house in Jingyang.

　　The pavilion used is naturally the most precious material of giant trees. The floor is covered with beautiful white jade. The carved beams and paintings are not tacky, and all the details are perfect.

　　 But it is obvious that no one has been here for a long time. Whether it is between the beams or the jade-paved ground, there is a shallow layer of gray.

　　 Jing Jiu walked to the wall and reached out and turned the night pearl on the wall.

　　 Accompanied by a few soft clicks, the ground vibrates slightly, and I don't know what it is, it starts to turn.

　　The breeze slowly came, and lifted the dust on the beams and the ground, and blew it outside the building. Soon, the cave house became slender and very clean.

　　 Jing Jiu put Zhao Layue on the ground and walked around the building, occasionally reaching out to touch the stone walls, the pillars, and the utensils.

　　 Finally, he came to the middle of the small building and looked around with his hands on his back, feeling a little bit emotional.

　　 He didn't expect that he would be able to see these again so early.

　　 Zhao Layue changed his plan, but now it looks good.

　　 He walked to the cave, and pressed lightly on the stone wall at the end. The stone wall opened silently, revealing a quiet room.

Dozens of clothes hung in the stone room, mainly in plain colors, looking quite clean.

　　 Jing Jiu's fingers slowly flicked between these clothes, and finally stopped.

　　 He picked a white shirt, which didn't fit very well, so he could barely wear it.