The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 415

The man on the stone couch has been dead for many years. The belt made of Mingjiao tendon is completely rotten and cut into several pieces on the couch. However, the body is still not rotten. There are cracks everywhere under the ragged Tianchan clothes. The ink like old blood stains are painted on it. It looks strange.

No matter in Qingshan, Zhongzhou, daze and other places, the first step of cultivation is to forge body and refine Qi. The higher the level, the stronger the body. For example, the body of the disciple of wuzhangjing of Qingshan sect can be called stronger than steel. However, it is the so-called elimination of human death. Without special treatment, this person's body still does not rot after more than 20 years of death, which is very rare, I don't know how high the man was before he died.

Jing Jiu didn't untie the iron sword behind him. He stretched out his fingers and drew dozens of dotted lines around the cave. He used the Heaven Sword method to build a small sword array. Because of the lower level and the conflict with the life of Chengtian sword, this sword array is naturally far from the one under Liu Ci's molting house in Yunmeng Mountain, but it is also strong enough.

After finishing these things, he sat down on the futon, put his hands quietly on his knees, slightly loosened his left hand, and a tiny gap appeared between his five fingers. A light golden light overflowed from his fingers and was about to go outside the cave, but he was trapped by the sword array and couldn't leave.

This immortal Qi is only one thousandth of the total immortal Qi in the immortal book of immortality. When he wanted to control it in his current state, he was still a little hard, and his face suddenly turned pale.

He knew he had to speed up and release a thought on the body of the corpse.

When the corpse touched his mind, it suddenly shook as if it were about to rise again.

This is of course an illusion. Jing Jiu is using his own mind to replace the corpse, trying to force out those things that were suppressed in the heart of the Tao.

In a short time, more than ten light spots floated out of the wound on the body surface of the corpse.

If you look carefully, you will find that those light spots are also tinged with light gold, and they are actually fragments, but they look like light spots because they are too subtle.

Jing Jiu raised his right hand, smoothed the immortal spirit overflowing from the immortal book, evenly smeared it in the air in front of him to form a pale gold sheet, and then forced those light spots onto the pale gold sheet with the sword array, just like a craftsman trying to inlay jade on gold foil.

Those fragments fell on the thin layer of immortal Qi, only trembled slightly, and then recovered their calm, even more calm than in the corpse.

Seeing this picture, Jing Jiu confirmed his conjecture more, but didn't stop and continued to look at the thin layer of fairy gas.

His eyes were always calm and clear, like the water in a well, but suddenly became bright.

I don't know whether immortal Qi and fragments are reflected into the depths of my eyes or whether I am in high spirits. In short, it's like a round of sun suddenly appears on the deep seabed.

In a sense, he is a congenital invisible sword body, and his eyes are born sword eyes.

Under such a pair of eyes, nothing can escape.

I don't know how long I saw it. Jing Jiu slowly closed his eyes and raised his left hand to take back the immortal Qi. At the same time, those light spots and fragments also returned to the skeleton.

This immortal Qi is only one thousandth of the number of immortal Qi in the immortal book. It is still very dangerous for him to do so. After all, Liu CI is not around, and Ah Da is still by the pond.

He didn't open his eyes and began to meditate. Then countless meteors suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of him.

It's not a real meteor, but a flying fairy sword.

Tens of thousands of flying swords burned among the stars.

This is the picture he has seen with his own eyes（ (note)

In the demon prison, he told the emperor of the underworld.

In addition, he saw a lot.

Then he found that there was a thread in his body that was pulling himself.

At the other end of the line was nothingness.

The nothingness in the star domain is not a real nothingness, but an invisible world, either extremely high or too low.

In those worlds, even the speed of light is very low.

He looked back and found that nothingness was where he came from, that is, the land facing heaven.

There's still something wrong with the flight.

The vanishing clouds array at the top of Shenmo peak failed to completely cut off all the dust.

That line can be said to be cause and effect, or a mouthful of turbid Qi left in his body.

Someone didn't want him to leave.

He didn't care. He was ready to cut off the thread, refine it into several immortal records, send it back to the green mountain, and go to another world.

He will seek ways to dispel the turbid air on his journey and hope to see more scenery.

It's hard to cut his heart with a sword, so he uses the best sword.

Physical and mental.

When the sword falls, the sneak attack comes at the same time.

Tens of thousands of flying swords in the distant star region turned into a gorgeous fireworks in his eyes.

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Well nine opened his eyes and was silent for a while.

The immortality in immortality books is exactly the same as the immortality debris left in the corpses.

It can be confirmed that the sneak attack on him is the white blade immortal of Zhongzhou sect, which is now called the white ancestor in the spiritual world of Chaotian mainland.

He stood up, looked at the man on the couch and said calmly, "she is an old man."

Taiping immortal learned the practice of hot pot from Yizhou. He ate it but didn't learn how to do it. He just learned a few Yizhou words.

I didn't expect it to be useful today.

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There is still snow in the mountain village, but it has not accumulated for the time being. The children in the village don't like playing with snow as much as the children in the city, so there is no one by the pond.

Zhao Layue held the white cat tightly and stood in the wind and snow, looking at the road at the entrance of the village without blinking.

Until Jing Jiu's figure appeared, her tight body finally relaxed, and the white cat finally felt relaxed.

Well nine came to her and said, "go."

Zhao Layue wanted to ask him if he had seen the friend, but did not dare to ask the exit. Seeing that his left hand was still clenched, she tentatively asked, "do you want to go to Guocheng temple?"

Well nine said, "I said I wanted to find a friend for help."

Then to Yunji Town, the iron sword broke through the air and soon entered Nanhe City, heading east from Chaonan city along the muddy water to Moqiu.

The speed of iron sword is really fast, even beyond imagination.

Correspondingly, the oncoming vigorous wind is naturally terrible. Even ordinary strong people in the wild realm will be blown out of their wits and fall directly.

Jing Jiu stood at the head of the sword and looked at the satin sea in the distance. His hair was slightly floating and his expression was calm, as if the immortal in the painting was about to be resurrected.

Zhao Layue sat in the back with the cat in her arms, looked down at the steep peaks and the white felt like plain flashing below, and thought it was too fast.

The sword light flashed in the sky, alerting many practitioners and monsters. However, looking at the terrible speed of the flying sword, they felt the undisguised meaning of the green mountain sword. Everyone thought it was the elder of the green mountain who broke the sea. He dared not spy. Occasionally, practitioners met in the sky and quickly avoided it. Salute and send him off.

This miscarriage of justice saves a lot of trouble. If people know that the man on the iron sword is Jing Jiu, because the immortal book may really cause some trouble. Those evil experts and monsters may not be able to see the horror of the long haired white cat.

Boom!

A white air current appeared in the sky above the ink hill, which was connected up and down to form a hollow circle.

In the middle of the circle, the black iron sword appeared.

The iron sword reduces the speed and height, the earth is much closer, and the scenery and people in the picture are also much clearer. Moqiu is near the East China Sea. The climate is warm and humid, but there is no harm of hot summer. Moreover, the land is fertile. Even in winter, there is still no snow on the ground, and some fields even have green crops. A large area of farmland is divided into countless color blocks according to the color. It is very pleasant to see from the sky. Compared with those strange peaks in the snow field, it is less wild, but more peaceful.

There is a straight road in the middle of the vast farmland, leading to the temple and Zen yard built near the mountain in front.

The avenue is full of vehicles, there are many temporary shelters, and even people sleeping on the ground can be seen.

These are the patients who come to beg the medical monks of Guocheng temple for treatment. Many monks in simple monk clothes are busy walking in the meantime.

The iron sword fell in front of the woods in front of Guocheng temple.

The white cat jumped down from Zhao Layue's arms, separated her feet on the ground, sank her back, and stretched out a sincere lazy waist.

Well nine reached out to pick it up and put it on his shoulder. It felt a little uncomfortable and climbed up again.

Looking at the eaves and corners of the Yellow Temple getting closer and closer, Zhao Layue asked, "the doctor is kind-hearted, and the monk du'e, I can understand, but will it delay the practice?"

Jing Jiu said, "Zen practices the mind. For monks who follow this path, this is practice, which is better than reading scriptures."

"What the little childe said is reasonable. It seems that it must be from a famous school..."

The Zhike monk of Guocheng temple came forward with a smile.

With success in cultivation, Jing Jiu still looks like the young man in white, and his face has not changed.

Zhike monk looked at his face and couldn't praise it any more. When he saw a white cat lying on the head of well nine, the corners of his lips couldn't help twitching a few times.

"I don't know visitors... Ah, is it the well nine immortals master of green mountain?"

Zhike monk finally thought of who the other party might be.

Jing Jiu made a noise.

The Zhike monk looked at Zhao Layue again and found that the girl was beautiful, clean as snow in white, with black hair and braids. She thought she could travel side by side with Jing Jiuxian, who is famous for her indifference. It must be Bai ZAOXIAN of Zhongzhou school and the strong young generation of the two leaders of the right way. What happened?

No matter what the temple is, the Zhike monks are all those who are quick in mind and speak quickly. Guocheng temple is no exception. He thought in his heart and said it.