The Path Toward Heaven

"Why give up this body? We need to figure out what is me."

Jing Jiu's sight fell on the stream between the distant peaks, and it really looked like a golden whip under the noon sun.

"I am not a river upstream or downstream in this past life. To describe this cause and effect, there is an analogy in Zen."

He looked away and raised his right index finger.

With a click, a sword fire was burning at the fingertips.

"It's like this fire. If you use it to ignite one stick, and then use the fire on that stick to ignite another stick, it will continue to burn, and then the flame on that stick will end up Is this flame at your fingertips a flame or a different flame? "(Note: This copy is copied from Caitou Public Account.)

There was no silence between the peaks.

A Day was lying in Zhao Layue's arms, watching the flame at Jing Jiu's fingertips, squinting slightly.

The Zen saying is well understood, but it is not particularly suitable for Jing Jiu's situation.

Sure enough, he then asked: "If this is a connected but different flame, what color am I now?"

Different things burn, the color and brightness of the flame will be different, such as wood, coal, sword and paper burning flames are different.

Jing Jiu didn't like this, or I didn't like my continuation like this.

He said to Ping Yongjia, "So you have to take off your clothes, give up your way, and throw a wooden stick."

Ping Yongjia understands.

That's one thing he left.

This is where Qinger flew out of the Qingtianjian.

This is the world of Xue Ji She.

No sticks, no charcoal, no sword, no paper, only fire.

That is the realm that Jingjiu pursues.

But he hasn't reached that state yet, so who is he?

"I am the cause and effect of all my cause."

Jing Jiu said this again.

He looked towards the world.

The practitioners between the peaks felt his gaze.

Qingshan Qunfeng also felt.

The restaurant owner in the distance gathered in the town felt it.

Jingli in Chaoge City felt it.

The blue bird on a branch felt it.

The Zen in the little temple felt it.

Gu Qing felt in the sea.

"Because of the fate, we meet here and we have us."

Jing Jiuwang looked to Zhao Layue, but looked at the whole world.

The whole world is extremely quiet.

Everyone was waiting for him to say the last word before soaring.

No one knows what he will say.

It must be beautiful to want to come.

He said, "Go away."

A sword light rose into the sky.

In an instant, he reached the extremely high sky.

The next moment, he entered a virtual world.

There is no Jing Ji on the ground.

Looking at the fast-moving Jianguang, Chen Xueshao lightly scratched the armrest of the wheelchair, and said with regret, "Such a way off?"

She couldn't stand, she could only sit in a wheelchair, and everyone between the peaks had already stood up.

People looked at the sky intently, with some excitement and some tension.

This sword light can be seen in all parts of the Chaotian continent. Numerous mortals walked out of the house and looked into the sky with a look of shock or excitement.

If Xueji's departure is not counted, this is a rising man once again greeted by the Terrans after many years. How can everyone not be nervous? In principle, Jing Jiu now masters the sword formation of all things. It is unimaginable. Ascension is a matter of course. But the problem is that the heavens are the most public. The stronger the ascendant is, the more severe the calamity. Xueji is the sky. The highest level of life on the continent also encountered the most powerful scourge. If it were not for the passage left by the white-blade fairy, it would not have been possible to go out. Now Jingjiu is known as the strongest human race from ancient times to the present, then he will encounter What a terrible disaster? More importantly, no one forgets ... he has failed once.

The heavens and the earth sensed that countless thunderstorms spawned in the thunder field, rotating at an unimaginable speed, moving closer together, and finally forming a huge thunderstorm vortex, welcoming the sword light. Looking from the ground, the huge vortex of thunderstorm looked like a weird big eye, and came towards the ground with unimaginable coercion.

The wind howled, countless flying sands and stones emerged from Yunji Town and neighboring Zhoujun. Everyone ran away to hide, and did not dare to look at the sky again.

The practitioner ’s eyesight is very good. When they see the bright filaments in the thunderstorm vortex, they are lightnings that are unimaginably thick. They can't help but tremble the anomaly. I thought that even if it is a huge thing, I am afraid that such a powerful lightning will fly away. The lightning in this thunderstorm vortex is only tens of millions, how can Jingjiu break through?

Click! Lightning was summoned, fell from the vortex of thunderstorms, and accurately hit the sword.

There was an exclamation in the mountains.

Zhao Layue and others looked at Ping Yongjia with the fastest speed.

Ping Yongjia's expression was bewildered, and she shook her head repeatedly, indicating that she felt nothing.

The lightning did not have any impact on the Jianguang, and it was instantly wiped out. The dozens of lightnings that fell immediately fell on the Jianguang, and they also dispersed, without causing any damage to Jingjiu. .

Seeing this scene, the practitioners in the peaks of Qingshan finally relaxed a bit, and the next moment saw a more horrible scene.

The thunderstorm swirls faster and faster, as if the entire sky is spinning, the tens of millions of lightnings inside continually converge, merge, and become thicker, until finally it seems to become a mountain of lightning condensate, emitting bright Extreme light!

When the sky started to spin, those practitioners who were in a lower state couldn't bear it. They were annoyed and wanted to vomit. They had to sit cross-legged and meditate.

When all the lightnings condensed together and emitted bright light far beyond the sun, most of the practitioners couldn't bear it either, and bowed their heads, afraid to look at it again. Guangyuan real people and other powerful men stared at the pictures in the sky, with a solemn expression. This lightning was afraid that they could turn everything in the world into nothingness. Can Jingjiu bear it?

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Jing Jiu was getting closer and closer to the extremely bright lightning.

His face was extremely bright, as if glowing.

The unimaginable coercion and fiery light seemed to ignite the virtual world.

Such horrific scourges have never appeared in history.

"I'm really the strongest."

At such a tense moment, he suddenly had this idea.

There is certainly no problem with this remark logically, but it's too hot and strong, just like he is still the kid who just entered Qingshan.

Most of the ascendants will choose to avoid or support hardly when encountering the disaster, until the last test of heaven is over, and the disaster will disperse on its own.

Well Jiu would not do this.

He didn't do it last time.

The problem is, even if he can control everything as a sword, now there is nothing in the virtual world, what should I do?

Howling wind suddenly appeared in the realm of forever silence.

It was the air he called from below, and the clouds and mist that followed it.

Countless clouds were drawn into filaments, and came to his body like a sword, stabbing toward the extremely bright lightning above!

The last time he soared, he struck the sky with a sword.

When he was soaring this time, he opened up his sword.

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Numerous channels of electric light and sword lights brighter than electric light appear in the sky, staggered together to form an extremely dense optical network.

The world has become so bright that even the deep sea has become transparent.

It is shocking that the electric light generated from the thunderstorm vortex also has a sharp edge, as if it turned into a sword, but no longer cut to Jing Jiu, but turned back to the sky!

"Fighting with the scourge of the sky ... is this okay?" There was a shocking voice from the master of the water moon in the blue curtain car.

Bu Qiuxiao said with emotion: "Whether it is lightning or thunderstorm, isn't everything a genus?"

Cao Yuan thought intently: "The so-called heaven is also part of our heaven and earth."

The thunderstorm vortex that occupied the entire sky disappeared in this way, and the blue sky reappeared before everyone's eyes, but those sword lights were still there.

Those swords are electricity, clouds, and air, and they flicker in the sky, like thousands of meteors that will never fall, forming a beautiful picture.

Tens of millions of Jianguang faded away and disappeared into the cold pupil of A Dayou.

Ada is in Zhao Layue's arms.

When Jingyang was soaring, Zhao Layue took Yin San's body and walked out of Yunji Town without a glance. Today, he hasn't missed a glance.

Looking at the thousands of clouds that had been plated with Phnom Penh and the disappearing sword lights, she was silent.

I can go out to find you even if you won't come back, but what if I can't find it?

Soaring is life and death ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is also death.

She quietly realized the feeling between life and death.

A weed grew at the feet.

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This world is so dark, like the body of a corpse dog.

This world is so cold, it's like Xue Ji's hometown.

The moment when thousands of Dao Jianguang disappeared into the pupil of the monster cat, a sudden space distortion and a breach appeared in this dark and cold world.

A light flew out of the breach at an unimaginable speed, then suddenly stopped, revealing Jing Jiu's figure.

He looked back and looked everywhere.

Nothingness.