The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 446

(all the typos in the previous chapters have been corrected. If you see typos, please remind me in this chapter. You should have seen it long ago. I will read every chapter...)

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Hundreds of flames gradually disappeared, like Mars scattered in the wind.

That evil cultivation should be a very famous figure. He hid at the bottom of the soul gathering Valley for many years and collected soul refining tools. He must have a big picture. When he returned to the ground in the future, he was afraid that there would be a lot of storms.

But he died under Jing Jiu's sword without any waves, and he didn't even leave his name.

Thinking of this, people can't help feeling.

Looking at the picture in the lava River, Jing Jiu closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

It's not emotion. For people he doesn't know, he never has these superfluous, unnecessary or even harmful emotions. He's just adjusting his breath to reply to Jianyuan.

It seems easy to kill the famous sword Xiu, but it's actually very difficult.

The famous sword has a high level of cultivation, excellent magic skills, and a deep understanding of underground caves and magmatic rivers.

Even the sea breaking elder of Qingshan sect can't easily kill him here.

Well nine is in the middle of the wild. Even if the real combat power is more than this, it is very difficult to kill this evil Xiu, which consumes a lot of spirit.

Those spirits are not the intention of war, but the nutrient of deduction and calculation.

When he picked up the magic weapon, he did two things before the evil monk appeared.

He asked the cosmofront to wait quietly in the distance of the river. At the same time, the cloth wrapped around the cosmofront was put into his left hand.

The cloth played an important role in the subsequent battle and was burned into a flame by the magma in the river.

If you want to kill an opponent whose realm cultivation is far above yourself, no details can go wrong.

The evil Xiu looked at the fire caused by the cloth and thought it was him burning in the magma, so he inevitably relaxed.

No practitioner can survive in the magma, except for the big things in the heaven or the strange treasures.

The evil Xiu didn't expect that Jing Jiu was still alive and could set off a waterfall of magma to attack himself. What's more, he didn't expect that a wide immortal flying sword had been waiting for him in the dark behind him.

Under such circumstances, how could he not die.

To be exact, the evil Xiu Jing was not killed by the sword, but was counted dead by him.

Well nine figured out all the directions of the battle. Of course, those calculations may not be strong, because evil Xiu's ideas and responses will change at any time, but the overall framework has been determined, and some details can't change the final outcome.

This is the real castle peak kendo.

Taiping is very good at this, and he is not bad.

Starting from a small mountain village, Jing Jiuyi always showed no worldly affairs and had a bad memory. In fact, it was just worldly affairs, which meant nothing to him. If it fell on practice or Kendo, it would be very different.

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The magmatic river flows slowly, without the sound of waves, only absorbing the low sound when rubbing with the river bank.

Well nine opened his eyes and looked at the river.

The river is adjacent to the air, the temperature is getting lower and becomes dark again.

That evil monk should be dead.

He took out the magic weapon and looked at it with a slightly different look.

The body of this magic weapon is a scale, but I don't know what kind of scale it is. From the perspective of weight and volume, that kind of creature should be not small, but it is far less exaggerated than the Canglong, and even not as big as the ghost eye dace.

There is no absolute correlation between the level of life and the size. Otherwise, his friend in the distant sea should be the strongest in the world. Well, it is really difficult for the giant to find any opponent.

The sword knowledge fell. Jing Jiu felt the pure fire meaning in this magic weapon, which was obviously extraordinary. My Lord was probably a fire Jiao or other exotic monster living in the underground magma.

But it was a pity that when the scales peeled off, the owner was not mature and the true nature of the scales did not exist. He was hard tempered by the evil for many years before he reluctantly became a magic weapon.

The scales contain such pure fire meaning that they should be able to resist the fire. Previously, several green smoke were burned out by his right hand. It is entirely because the evil Xiu forcibly poured a lot of resentful souls into them, but destroyed the essence of the scales.

Jingjiu shook his head and thought that the evil Xiu was not good at refining tools. It was a pity that he had such beautiful materials.

He didn't have too much regret. He saw too many good materials and magic weapons like this, and he wanted this magic weapon because it was hard enough to be used as a grindstone.

Since it is used to sharpen the sword, this magic weapon will eventually become powder, and there will be no waves and no waste.

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The lava river flows slowly, occasionally tearing apart the surface and emitting a wall like red light to illuminate the dark bottom of the cave.

The low sound of friction and the occasional flame had no impact on Jing Jiu. He sat by the river, rubbing his right hand on the magic weapon, looking focused, and adjusted the starting angle and strength from time to time with the wear of the magic weapon.

This magic weapon made of scales is really hard, and it's not blindly hard. It's similar to the remains of the big demon in the town demon prison. It feels good and warm as jade, but it's a pity that it's a little brittle.

A few days later, only a few sounds were heard, and the magic weapon broke into tiny pieces.

Countless souls and spirits poured out of the magic weapon, bringing gusts of Yin wind.

In principle, the magic weapon is broken, and nothing can control these resentful souls. They should escape according to their instinct, and then follow the ground seam to the ground or deeper to find blood food and soul food.

But these evil spirits watched Jing Jiu grind his magic weapon for several days. They instinctively gave birth to a deeper fear and didn't dare to leave. They just floated around him.

If someone sees this picture, he will think that he is an evil practitioner who destroys innocent lives and refines magic tools.

Is this recognition of the Lord?

Instead of the protagonists in other stories, they may take these resentful souls around and see how to deal with them to get the greatest benefits. Jing Jiuli doesn't want to deal with them and is directly ready to leave.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered a past event.

Three hundred years ago, the animal tide of the snow country went south again, and all the strong people of the human race went to help. Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing took the strong people of the peaks to the Lanling snow field, and there were only some young disciples left in the green mountain.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, master Ming and his subordinates dived to Shenmo peak through the green mountain array to recapture the seal of Emperor Ming, and then he cut it with a sword.

Except for the nether master, all the other strong nether masters died.

After Liu CI came back, he advised him to dispose of the body. He refused because he was lazy.

Afterwards, the residual soul fire of those powerful people in the underworld floated in Shenmo peak for many years, and finally became a complaining spirit.

Well nine still ignored it. Anyway, those grievances could not affect him, nor could they scare those younger generations who were qualified to visit him at the end of God peak.

Hundreds of years later, he ascended Shenmo peak with Zhao Layue, and met those complaining spirits again.

This shows a truth. Since this matter is related to you, don't think about being lazy.

Even if you can be lazy for a while, you still have to do it yourself in 300 years.

If he doesn't pay attention to the resentful souls floating around him at this time, he can't say it will be his business many years later.

He wanted to understand this truth, shook his head, held the universal front and cut it off.

Those spirits touched the cold sword meaning, broke into the smallest dust particles and died.

Those resentments did not disperse immediately.

The cosmofront brought countless red and hot magma from the river to form hundreds of vague words. It carefully identified it as a scripture in Guocheng temple.

The fire lights up the dark cave and the faces of those who complain.

The faces of those resentful souls gradually blurred, and the hostility gradually disappeared. Finally, they turned into pure light and scattered invisibly.

Whether it's a ghost or a resentful soul, he can't launch a tidal wave of terrorist attacks without magic weapon blessing. Moreover, he is not afraid of evil and filth, so he can easily cut it with a sword.

But in fact, this sword is not simple, complex to the extreme, and even close to perfection.

No one could cut this sword except him. Even if he hadn't listened to the Buddhist scriptures in Guocheng temple for six years, he couldn't do it.

Well nine threw the fragments of the magic weapon into the river and rose in the air.

He was not ready to leave. Countless demon bones in the ancient battlefield were waiting for him. Thinking of this, he also had some expectations.

He turned upside down and stretched out his right hand.

There was a slight buzz.

There was a breeze in the dark cave.

He disappeared.

A round hole appeared on the ground.

The hot magma poured into the hole from the stone crack below, filled it again, and then faded without leaving any trace.

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Melting rock into a river indicates that it has gone deep into the center of the earth.

Whether it's decent or evil, it's hard for Terran practitioners to live in such a hot environment.

Well nine didn't meet the hidden strong again, and I don't know whether it was good or bad luck.

I don't know how long it took, he broke the rock wall and flew out.

Here is an extremely huge underground cave. The top of the cave and the ground are hundreds of feet high, which is very empty.

A river formed by hot magma flows continuously on the ground.

If the magma were not too hot and bright, surging too fast, hitting the river bank and making a loud noise, he would even think it was still by the previous river.

People can't step into the same two rivers, but when they go around, they will always encounter similar scenery.

He landed on the Bank of the river and looked into the distance.

The bright and hot Huohe river stretches more than ten miles into the distance, and then suddenly bifurcates somewhere and becomes two rivers.

Not a river to the East and a river to the west, but a river up and a river down.

Some people experience such things and may feel some emotion when they see such a picture. Jingjiu still doesn't have it.