The Path Toward Heaven

The gale screamed, and a figure flew in front of Jing Jiu.

The magma river is a little dark, but there is always low light, not to mention Jing Jiu's right hand is like a burning torch, which is enough to illuminate the picture in front of him.

It was a thin, middle-aged man, with two eyes glowing with green light, and his shawl exuding, like a real beast. The evil breath was as strong as the night.

This evil practitioner has great strength to practice in such a deep underground. He wants to come to be famous in Lengshan.

Jingjiu glanced at him, confirming that the opponent's realm was higher than himself.

Then he looked at the magic weapon in his right hand and confirmed that although it was not resistant to burning, it had good hardness.

For a moment, the magic weapon was burned with a green smoke by his right hand, and the evil Xiu's face showed heartache and anger, and yelled: "Look for death!"

Along with this scream, the magic weapon in Jing Jiu's hands was full of anger, and dozens of grievances and ghosts flew towards his face, just like moths.

The temperature in the cave suddenly cooled by a few minutes, and even the magma river became darker.

Those grievances and ghosts that are invisible and intangible can directly attack the practitioner's Taoxinyuanying, which is the most difficult for the right practitioner.

The evil cultivator spent thousands of years collecting thousands of grieving spirits and ghosts under the Valley of the Soul, before refining his destiny magic weapon into a real magic weapon.

Jing Jiu directly took this magic weapon in his hand, and indeed he was looking for death in any way.

Those grieving spirits and ghosts fell on his face like gusts of wind, but as if they hit a cliff, they could not seep in, but drifted around.

Jing Jiu was not ready to let these grievances and ghosts apart, and a bright sword light was born in his eyes.

With a soft whistle, the grieving spirits and groans continued to mourn into countless fragments and fell to the ground.

What emerged from his eyes was not the real sword light, but an extremely pure sword intention. The more intangible and intangible things, the easier it is to be cut off.

There were only dozens of grieved grievances and ghosts that were chopped. Although the evil Xiu was surprised by Jing Jiu's sharp sword, he didn't care, he snorted, and prepared to continue attacking.

Where did Jing Jiu give him this opportunity, dozens of swords were scattered between his fingers, cut off around the magic weapon, then flipped his palm, and then accepted the magic weapon.

The evil monk's expression changed suddenly, and he found that he could no longer feel the existence of the magic weapon. He couldn't help but be shocked. He thought that the other person cut off the spiritual connection between himself and the destiny magic weapon? But how is this possible! Not even the sharpest sword in the world!

The spiritual connection between a practitioner and a magic weapon is an intangible connection with a causal meaning. It takes a long time to be obliterated, and it is difficult to be cut off in such a short time, whether it is Cosmic Front or Jing Jiuwei. You can't do right hand before injury.

In fact, Jing Jiu did not use a sword or Jianyi to cut the line, but just let Jianyi entangle the lines temporarily, and then sent the magic weapon elsewhere.

That place is really somewhere else.

Not here.

Not in the cold mountains.

Not even in Chaotian continent.

In a distant and cold dark space, there were several black boxes and a bamboo lounge chair floating.

A snow-white beetle squatting on a bamboo deck chair is exactly the special headgear of the white mountain master Qingshan-Han Chan.

Han Chan was lying on a bamboo chair, looking at the distant fireball that was larger than the stars and smaller than the sun, thinking what was it?

Suddenly, a scarlet magic weapon appeared in front of his eyes, blocking the fireball in the distance, exuding a dark and terrible breath.

It stretched out its feet with curiosity and flicked it slightly.

The grieving ghost in that magic weapon uttered a silent horror and hurled at it.

Han Chong was startled, rolled from the height to the chair, and quickly lay down and pretend to die. The abdomen armour quickly rubbed a few times and released something.

The preparations it made were a bit redundant, because those grieving ghosts couldn't approach it at all. As soon as they left the surface of the magic weapon, they were melted into nothingness by some invisible force in the dark space.

Those grievances that have not yet run out are inspired by the deepest fear of instinct. Where can you dare to come out and desperately squeeze out the deepest magic weapon?

Han Chong waited for a while, and found that nothing was happening. He turned over with some awkward movements, crawled along the armrest of the bamboo lounge chair to the back of the chair, and watched the tragic resentful spirit in the magic weapon. What is this?

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The evil cultivator had a deep state of mind and was very knowledgeable. He soon wanted to understand that the other party did not cut off his connection with the destiny magic weapon, but instead sent the magic weapon to a place where his consciousness could not reach.

According to the cognition of the practice world, there is only one kind of place that is close to the eyes but far away from the sky, and that is the small space created by the space instrument.

Who is this person who can possess such a rare magic weapon?

The evil monk suppressed the shock in his heart, and calculated the identity of Jing Jiu, thinking which elder of the famous school?

Zen is best at mustard magic, but he doesn't think Jing Jiu is a Zen virtue. The reason is very simple, because Jing Jiu has hair, and he doesn't think Jing Jiu is a descendant of Guocheng Temple. How does he have such a face? Avoid red dust?

Jing Jiu's body moved slightly, so she went away from dozens of feet, and seemed to have left the magic weapon.

In normal times, Xie Xiu faces such a decent master, even if the realm is obviously inferior to himself, he will let the other one out, but at this time his own destiny magic weapon is still in the other's hands, and if he can take that space weapon Don't say that the master of decent school, even the elders of Xuanyin religion, will try to kill!

The overcast wind suddenly turned, and the evil evil turned into a black smoke, whistling away towards Jingjiu.

Jing Jiu's clothes were light, lightly on the surface of the magma river, and swept away. It seemed that the high temperature of the magma would prevent the evil chasing.

The evil repair sneered silently, thinking that he had lived by the fire river underground for more than a hundred years. It was really delusional to think of using this method to deal with himself. His mind turned slightly, and he opened the array of methods hidden around the cave.

With a bang, the cliff above the cave suddenly collapsed, pressing Jingjiu into the magma river!

The magma river looked dim, but in fact the temperature was unknown, and only a gurgling sound was heard, and a flame appeared in the place where Jingjiu disappeared.

Strange to say, how could Jingjiu, who is a ghost fairy, become so slow, and why didn't he leave with his right hand as before?

The evil monk rushed to the side of the magma river and looked at the fading flame that was disappearing. There was no joy on his face, but he was a little worried.

He is not worried that killing this person will lead to decent revenge. This is Lengshan, which is more than ten miles deep. Who knows that he killed him?

The key question is that the man was devoured by the hot magma, and the skeletal bone would not exist. What if the space weapon was also damaged?

The evil cultivation waved the sleeves, and an invisible force emerged from the air, dividing the magma river into a gap, exposing the bright and bright red color inside.

With a loud bang, the bright and bright red magma suddenly burst, like a giant beast pierced through a wound, and blood spewed wildly.

Countless hot and deadly lava sprayed towards the evil cult, looking at it like a horrible waterfall of fire.

The evil repairer hid in the magma river bank for more than a hundred years. Naturally, he would not be burned to death so easily, his expression was dignified, and another magic weapon was sacrificed.

The hot red magma was blocked in front of him and looked like a red jade wall.

The red jade wall was translucent, and a black figure suddenly appeared inside!

Jingjiu broke through the wall, rushing to the evil repairer with countless magma and infinite light.

There was a stun of surprise and killing in the eyes of the evil repairer, and a loud whistle, with his hands in the dark and smoky smoke, slaps at Jiu Jiu's head.

Two crackling sounds, and the two hands of Xie Xi were caught by Jing Jiu with extreme accuracy.

Jing Jiu shot his sword.

Even if he is not good enough now, Chaotian Continent is hard to find a few people faster and more accurate than his sword.

The evil repair felt extremely clear pain from his wrist!

Jing Jiu held his wrist.

A visible wound appeared on his wrist, bleeding continuously.

Especially in the left hand held by Jing Jiu's right hand, the sensible bones could already be seen, and it would be broken when he saw them.

Xie Xiu's eyes were full of shock, but he still didn't think he would die.

In his view, Jing Jiu's realm is far worse than himself, even if he has a magic weapon that can avoid fire?

He held back the pain in his wrist and stared at Jing Jiu screaming, "Go ..."

Accompanying this scream, more dark and smoky black smoke was emitted from his hands, and when watching, he would devour Jing Jiu.

Suddenly his voice came to an abrupt end!

The smoke is gone!

A porch sounded softly.

Suddenly a sharp blade emerged from the throat of the evil repairer.

Even though the sword was stained with blood, it still felt cold and lonely.

Jing Jiujing looked at the evil man with no expression on his face.

The expression of the evil repair has not changed. At this time, he still thinks that he will not lose.

A rare mobile phone meeting, actually with a sword and a throat, don't you think that you can kill a true practitioner? Do you think this is a mortal fight?

It seems that this person should be an elder who has been reclusive for many years. She has been in retreat all year round. She was born and traveled, and it is difficult to come out. She has very precious space magic and fire avoidance. , But have no combat experience at all, then really should die.

The evil Xiu thought about these things and opened his mouth to spit out the magic baby.

The other party was right in front of him.

The magic baby can easily enter the opponent's body and devour the opponent's elementary infant or sword ghost.

But the next moment he found something wrong.

The magic baby failed to get into his mouth.

Even the magic baby may not have heard his order.

Then he found that he had lost all the sensations in his body.

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If it is just pierced by a sword in the throat, it is indeed not fatal to the practitioner.

The problem is that the sword is wide enough to sit on it without feeling ass.

This sword is even wide enough to seat two people. If those two have leisure, they can play chess on it ...

Cosmic Front is such a sword.

Although the sword was hit by Kirin in the Guocheng Temple, a lot of iron scales were dropped, and its shape was no longer as exaggerated as in the beginning, but it was still very wide.

Much wider than a person's neck.

So when we say that the cosmic front pierces a person's throat, we often mean that it cuts off that person's head.

At this time, the cosmic front was inserted between the evil Xiu's neck, and the sword face completely isolated the skull from the body. It really did not look like a flying sword, but more like the big iron piece that cut off the human body during folk juggling.

The evil man's head fell to the ground ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ with a terrified expression on his face, and his body fell down.

The ground was lava coming ashore, exhaling suffocating heat.

No matter how powerful a practitioner is, if it is not a big thing that can reach the heavens, it is difficult to survive in the magma. After all, not everyone is as special as Jing Jiu.

But he didn't give up. Who knew that this evil repairer had been hiding in the magma river for many years, and he hadn't learned how to deal with magma.

The cosmic front was cut again, and at the same time, his right hand was separated by an empty point, and the sword intended to cross the underground cave.

The evil repairer's head and body were chopped into numerous fragments before they could fall to the ground.

No matter what kind of magic babies, magic wheels, or fetuses, all turned into fragments, then flicked by Jing Jiu's sleeves, and sent into the slowly flowing magma river.

Hundreds of tiny flames spawned from the magma river.

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