The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 194

"Sorry."

Luo Huainan said.

The Beichen bell is like a streamer, breaking through the wind and snow.

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Jing Jiu looked at Luo Huainan quietly.

Such a sudden attack, such a sinister means, could not make any change in his expression.

His eyes were calm, no anger, no despair, just a little tired.

The streamer fell in the wind and snow.

Boom.

The stone wall cracked.

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Looking at the Beichen clock completely hit, Jing Jiu fell into the snowstorm again. Without luck, Luo Huainan turned and walked into the cave.

After staying outside the cave for a very short time, his eyebrows became frozen, and the operation of Zhenyuan became a little stagnant, knowing that he could not stay any longer.

"Younger martial sister, I have another adventure in this Taoist war, so I really don't want to die. Thank you for saving me. I will have a good future. "

After the dialogue, Luo Huainan started Wan Lixi to leave here.

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A mouthful of blood gushed out.

The blood on the white clothes has just coagulated, and there are many more blood spots.

Just like those plum pictures in Xishan Curie, many new plum pictures were drawn by painters.

Bai Zao's heart was in a mess, and all the real yuan that had been hard to mobilize with the hidden scroll scattered.

She walked hard to the hole, looked at the wind and snow under the cliff, silently shed two lines of clear tears and turned into ice in an instant.

"What you need to do at this time is to rest, not cry."

A voice came from under the cliff.

There was no emotional fluctuation in the voice, as if it was colder than the wind and snow.

In Bai Zao, the voice is so warm.

Well nine reached out to pick her up like a child and walked into the cave. He rudely stuffed her into the body of the snow bug.

There is still a lot of viscous juice left in the snow bug, which wraps her body and can prevent the invasion of cold.

His right hand brushed the hard stone wall, and countless stones fell and jumped like rain, blocking the hole again. It was extremely tight, and no cold wind could penetrate.

Unlike Zhao Layue, Bai Zao cares about cleanliness. If she is usually soaked in the body fluid of snow insects, even if she knows the reason, she will feel very disgusting.

But at this time, she had no such feeling at all, because her eyes were only well nine.

Her eyes moved with Jing Jiu and she didn't want to move away for a moment.

Well nine took out a pill and handed it to her.

The pill is dark red in color and ordinary in shape. It has a unique pungent taste of wormwood.

This is XuanCao pill. Jingjiu once took out one when he was in Baoshu house in Nanhe Prefecture.

This elixir contains extremely strong fire, which can dispel the Yin and cold in the underworld. It has a strong effect in refining and cultivating gold elixir, which is very precious.

The most important thing is that XuanCao pill is produced in Xuanhua mountain in Zhongzhou. Bai Zao is a disciple of Zhongzhou sect. His Xuangong is perfectly consistent with it.

If it had been before, Bai would have wondered why Jingjiu, a green mountain disciple, had his own elixir, at least he would be curious.

But at this time, without asking anything, she opened her mouth and swallowed the XuanCao pill.

His lips touched his fingertips. Bai Zao was convinced that he was alive, not his own imagination. He finally let go of his heart. As soon as his divine knowledge was loose, he fell asleep.

Her veil had fallen off in the battle, revealing her beautiful face.

In her sleep, she looked more weak.

Jing Jiu looked with his sword knowledge and saw a bright line appear in the girl's neck.

XuanCao pill has melted and is melting into her body.

He sat down cross legged and began to regulate his breath.

It's too cold here.

The chills are deep into the bone, that is, his real yuan operation is a little stagnant.

Fortunately, his body is very special, so he doesn't have to worry about freezing to death.

It is mainly the consciousness more than 100000 miles away that makes his true yuan and spirit consume too much.

After being swallowed by the whirlpool of wind and snow, he was afraid to disturb the distant existence again. He didn't dare to control the sword, so he had to climb up from the cliff with his bare hands. For the same reason, when Luo Huainan attacked him with the Beichen clock, he didn't fight back. He suffered a hard blow, loosened his hands and fell into the whirlpool of wind and snow again.

Of course, it's dangerous. If you change to another practitioner, you will die.

Falling down twice and climbing twice easily bored him.

He has lived twice and has to walk twice on the same path of practice. It's really annoying.

Boredom also comes from the thing itself.

He didn't know why Luo Huainan attacked himself, nor did he ask Bai Zao, but he could guess the general story by a little deduction.

People are sinister and selfish.

There are too many such stories in the world. As long as you live long enough, you will meet them sooner or later.

Anything that repeats too much is naturally boring, tiresome and annoying.