The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 405

(it was said yesterday that he Kan was walking on the sea, like walking backwards in the sky. I thought of Wang Xiaobo's words. If he didn't wear clothes, wouldn't he hang upside down? I remembered after the reader reminded me that he was a eunuch... I couldn't think of a suitable chapter Title for a long time. That's it.)

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The mountain wind blew into the temple, which was slightly cool.

Qin Huang looked at Jing Jiu in front of him and his face was very pale. At this time, he had calmed down, but he still couldn't understand what was going on.

The state of Chu has been extinguished for more than 30 years, and the fire in the Imperial Palace has even been forgotten by the world. Who would have thought that this man is still alive and hiding in the temple of Buzhou mountain!

The small temple is the residence of the envoy of God. No one can cross the threshold except him, who is qualified to win the world.

He stared into Jing Jiu's eyes and asked absurdly, "Why are you here!"

Well nine said, "I've always been here."

The Qin emperor was so angry that he said, "it's impossible! I have sent countless martyrs over the years, but none of them can return to Xianyang. Why should the envoy forgive you! "

Jing Jiu knew where those guys who came to disturb his practice and peace from time to time came from and said, "they were killed by me."

The Qin emperor was stunned again, looked into his eyes and said uncertainly, "did you kill him? What about the messenger? "

Well nine said, "there is no envoy here."

The emperor of Qin showed an unbelievable look on his face and looked around the small temple, but he really didn't see anything.

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That year, Jing Jiu set a fire in the Imperial Palace, took advantage of the chaos and left the capital of the state of Chu, and came to Buzhou mountain.

Other questioners need to find out where the legendary bronze tripod is through legends or some clues. He has the help of green birds, so naturally he doesn't need it.

Here, he saw the bronze tripod, but he didn't see the envoy.

The time has not come. This is just an ordinary bronze tripod. No matter what you do with it, there is no response.

After well nine confirmed, he didn't pay attention to it, but he didn't leave, so he lived here.

According to Qingniao, this should be a forbidden area, so Qingniao can't find him. It also has a good explanation for the outside world.

He has lived here for many years. To be exact, he has been lying down for many years.

He cut some bamboo to make a bamboo chair. On ordinary days, he would lie in the open space outside the temple. When it rained, he would move into the temple. Of course, he would not forget to leave the temple door open.

In spring, the mountains are green. In autumn, the mountains are full of red leaves. When winter snow falls, they change their white clothes. In midsummer, there are streams that can clear their hearts.

No matter rain or snow, or clear sky, whether he is lying on a bamboo chair or soaking his feet in a stream, he is practicing.

In this way, he has been here for decades, just like in Shenmo peak, which is very simple and even boring.

But in recent years, someone will come to the temple and be killed by him every once in a while.

The messenger still did not appear.

Tripod is still that tripod.

He understood something.

When Qin Huangkeng killed Qi scholar that year, he looked at Xianyang city by the cliff.

With his realm strength at that time, it was difficult to kill the Qin emperor, but it was not completely impossible.

But he didn't go to Xianyang. Even if the realm was stronger now, he still didn't mean to leave here. He just waited quietly for the Qin emperor to appear.

Yesterday, something came from the foot of the mountain. He knew it was time.

When the Qin emperor bathed and dressed at the foot of the mountain and burned incense to clear his heart, he was doing similar things.

He took a bath by the stream, wiped off his long beard and changed into a new dress.

As a natural monk, he is indifferent to many things, but after all, he has lived in this world for decades and is about to leave, he still shows rare seriousness.

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"You're really smart to hide in this place."

The Qin emperor stared into his eyes and his voice was very gloomy and angry: "but how can the divine envoy allow you to do this!"

"I said there were no envoys here." Well nine said, "I'm just waiting for you."

The Qin Emperor's voice was even colder: "waiting to kill me?"

"More than that."

Well nine's hand held the hilt of the sword.

The sword is very short. The scabbard is made of wood. Is the body of the sword made of the same material?

The Qin Emperor's eyes narrowed suddenly and shouted, "escort!"

Before he made a noise, his feet were heavily on the ground.

A crack.

The slate is broken.

The huge anti earthquake force made his body bounce out of the temple.

Like a strong wind rolling leaves.

Qin Guoqiang outside the temple was already ready. Some stopped in front of the Qin emperor, and the other killed Jing Jiu.

Countless powerful breath enveloped the peak, sharp and terrible.

The stones and smoke suddenly stood still in the air.

The gently shaking treetops were still in the wind.

Those powerful breath seemed to have become icicles and stood still in time.

Dozens of virtual shadows appear at the top of the peak. It looks like they appear at the same time. It seems that there is a certain order, but it is impossible to distinguish.

Those virtual shadows are well nine.

After decades of hard work, he is too strong.

In qingtianjian illusion, the questioner is in a state of divine soul. The speed of the nether fairy sword can reach an unimaginable level.

Still space and time returned to normal.

When the mountain wind rises, the first sound is countless clear and extremely dense sword cutting sounds.

Wipe, wipe!

Those who were strong in Qin maintained a defensive or offensive posture, and many straight sword marks appeared in the air.

At the next moment, those who were strong in Qin became square meat pieces scattered on the ground.

Well nine stood in place, holding the hilt of the sword, as if he had not moved. In fact, countless swords had been produced.

His sword was so fast that it was too late for blood to gush from the bodies of those who were strong in the state of Qin. It didn't splash out until it fell to the ground.

In the imperial palace of the state of Chu, he took some effort to kill master Chen and those generals and experts with his sword. Now he is so understated.

The Qin emperor was pale and wanted to resist the sky. Suddenly, a blood line appeared on his left leg, knee high and broken.

The precious soft armor that once saved his life failed to play any role this time and burst directly.

Well nine's sword cut a very long blood hole on his body, extending obliquely from his shoulder to his waist.

Countless blood spurted out and turned into fog, spraying red the white walls of the temple.

Some blood beads also fell on the bronze tripod.

Well nine is better than snow in white, without a drop.

The Qin emperor screamed and fell to the ground.

Well nine really drew the sword for the first time.

His movement was very slow, and the sword body and scabbard made a clear friction sound.

This sword is really made of wood.

The wooden sword is as light as paper.

Only in this way can we match the speed of the nether fairy sword.

Jing Jiu holds a wooden sword and puts it on the neck of the Qin emperor. With only a little force, he can cut off his head.

Even wooden swords, so close apart, will still be very cold.

Regardless of the pain pouring from the broken leg, the Qin emperor said in a trembling voice, "don't kill me."

Well nine looked at him quietly, waiting for his next word.

"The messenger of God has never appeared because you can't become the Lord of the world and are not qualified to win the throne."

The Qin emperor looked pale and said, "only I am qualified."

Jingjiu said calmly, "yes."

The Qin emperor had a determined look in his eyes and said, "let me live. When I get the immortal book, I will understand it with you, and the immortal spirit will be divided into half of you!"

The blood beads on the bronze tripod suddenly rolled up, and then began to bubble like boiling.

It didn't take long for those blood beads to dry, and the mottled marks left were like some strange words written in cinnabar.

Blood beads seeped into the tripod, and the lines on the surface of the bronze tripod flowed like water waves, producing several green smoke. A villain loomed in the green smoke.

The little man was about two feet tall, with a pen and paper in his hand, wearing the clothes of a historian.

"Divine envoy!"

The Qin Emperor's pale face flushed with excitement and shouted, "see! I am the fate of heaven. Only my blood can invite a divine envoy! "

Jingjiu ignored him. Looking at the villain in the green smoke, he thought you finally appeared.

He was waiting for this to happen, or he would have killed the Qin emperor with a sword.

Now that the messenger has appeared, what are you waiting for?

Qin Huang looked at Jing Jiu's side face, felt the chill from the wooden sword around his neck, guessed his idea, and his face turned pale again.

"Even if you kill me, you still can't get the approval of the envoy." The Qin emperor had a cruel look in his eyes and said, "kill me, no one can get immortal books. It's not easy for you to hide today. Do you want to take such a risk? Let me go, I'll give you one-third of the fairy spirit! "

Well nine still ignored him, just looking at the little man in the green smoke, that is, the so-called envoy.

The envoy took a pen and wrote something on the paper. Sensing his eyes, he raised his head and said, "yes, what he said is not wrong."

Well nine said: "the reason."

"Only by sharing the world can you win the throne. You are just an abandoned emperor. What qualifications do you have for me to recognize?

The envoy said expressionless, "I haven't come out to see you for decades. You should know."

Well nine said, "I can kill him now."

The envoy said, "it's no use even if you kill him. How many people who succeeded in stabbing and driving in history books have become new emperors?"