The Path Toward Heaven

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Listening to this name, Jing Jiu was a little surprised. One of the highest emperors in ancient times was a national seal made of exquisite jade. Later, the national seal was lost. By chance, it was obtained by the ancestor of the Zhongzhou School. It was solved by the Supreme Master Xuan Gong. In countless years in Mengshan, two magic weapons have been made, named Wanlixi. After Zhongzhou sent his ancestors to rise, Wanlixi stayed in Yunmeng Mountain. It is said that there is a supreme magical power that passes through space.

Even though Bai Zao was the most beloved only daughter of the Zhongzhou faction couple, it was still surprising to bring such a treasure.

If you let other practitioners know about this, and they are in the current situation, it is likely that they will try their best to kill the treasure.

But she told Jing Jiu in this way.

Jing Jiu asked, "Why don't you go?"

"At first I wanted to be like you. If the Zhongzhou faction was in danger, I would be able to help, and finally leave."

"I didn't expect things to change suddenly," she said.

There was another reason she didn't leave.

If in danger, she can help Jing Jiu leave.

But just at that moment, her portable bamboo charms lit up.

That was the signal from the big brother.

Luo Huainan is such a proud figure, he will take the initiative to ask for help, and he will inevitably face a very dangerous situation at this time.

How could she leave in this situation?

"That's it, sit down."

The words fell squarely, Jing Jiuyu sword headed towards the depths of the cold fog.

Bai Zao didn't expect his decision to be so sudden and somewhat unexpected, and reached out to grab his belt subconsciously.

The speed of the iron sword became faster, and instantly turned into a black line. Those treasure lights in the sky were quickly covered by heavy cold fog and could no longer be seen.

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The rising sun has risen, and the warm red light is shining through the clouds and fog outside the fence.

The temple at the highest point of Xishanju is no longer as calm as it was a few days ago, enveloped by a tense atmosphere.

Whether it is the abbot of Baotong Zen Academy or the head of Kunlun School, his face is ugly.

The thousands of miles in front of the elders in charge have lost their effect, and the cold fog covering the mountains has isolated their sight.

A flying cricket landed outside the fence, and the command of Qingtian Division walked in dignifiedly, saying, "The preliminary count is complete."

He Guogong looked up and asked, "How much?"

Qingtian Division Commander said: "Forty-three, the number may rise."

Hearing this sentence, the room became dead and the atmosphere was more depressing.

The battle of May is indeed dangerous, but when did it happen?

It was only one morning that more than forty participants died!

Although the contestants are still very young and their level is not high, they are all talented disciples focused on cultivation by various denominations. It can be said that it is the future of the path of spiritual practice.

This kind of loss can be described as tragic.

He Guogong took a deep breath and said: "Fortunately, Zenzi reminded me in time, otherwise I'm afraid there will be more people killed in this fog."

The voice of the abbot of the Baotong Buddhist Temple said, "What exactly is this fog? Why is it so weird that it is said that the fog today is colder than the other day?"

"Yes, and today the fog is very heavy and there is no sign of spreading. It is very difficult to find everyone."

Said the commander of Qingtian Division.

He Gongwang sent the head of Kunlun and Nan Wang and others to ask, "Can you go inside?"

After waiting for Kunlun's head to talk to Nan Wang and others, the commander shook his head and said, "The wind howling above the snowy field is also affected by the strange fog, which is even more violent than usual. Not to mention going inside. "

The warm red light passed through the railings, through the windows, and fell on the heads and elders, but they did not feel any warmth, only cold.

The mountains tens of thousands of miles away want to come many times colder.

If you ca n’t move on, what will happen to the young disciples who are already in the mountains?

Especially the team where Luohuainan and Tonglu are located, they have gone too far ...

The commander of the Qingtian Division glanced down at the instrument and said to the crowd, "Master Duhai has entered."

Hearing this sentence, the elders of the Zhongzhou faction looked slightly better. The chief of the law hall of Guocheng Temple took the shot himself and should be able to save several people.

He Guogong said, "The Lord of the Wind Sword and the commander of the Zhenbei Divine Army received the will, and at this time were also going inside."

"Hurry up, otherwise I'm worried they might fall into it."

The head of Kunlun said in a cold voice: "Don't think that I'm alarmist. The chill in the fog is the cold bird I can't bear. How long can they last?"

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Deep in the mountains, the cold fog is extremely dense, and the dense fog is extremely cold.

Two powerful breaths emerged, and the wind screamed, bringing snow and gravel all over the ground, and dispersing the dense fog out of the space of dozens of square meters.

The commander of the Zhenbei Shenjun united with the Lord of the Wind Knives and looked at each other.

These two northern powerhouses have not seen each other for many years, but today they have no irony when they look at each other, only surprise.

This cold fog is too weird. Even they feel that the real elements in the body are a little stagnant. How can these young disciples tolerate it?

For the two teams in Luohuainan and Tonglu and the survivors, they have no hope.

The cold fog in front suddenly deformed.

The cross-sea monk walked out of the mist carrying two people, Tonglu and one of his companions.

The companion was unconscious, but Tonglu was still awake, struggling and shouting, "Let me down! Let me down!"

The cross-hai monk let go of his hand, and Tonglu fell to the snow, climbing up hard, and rushing into the mist.

A crackling sound!

The windblade lord slaps him to the ground with a slap in the face, and sighs in a deep voice: "There is so much chill over there, we can't stay for too long. Do you want to die?"

"Luohuainan is still inside!"

Tonglu struggled and wanted to stand up, and trembled, "I'm going to save him, I'm going to save him."

The Lord of the Wind Knives and the commander of the Zhenbei Divine Army glanced at each other, a little puzzled.

The relationship between the Zhongzhou faction and the Xihai sword faction is easing, but it is definitely not close, not to mention the fierce competition between Luohuainan and Tonglu in this Daoist battle. It is precisely because of this that their team will penetrate north of the mountains. Why does Tonglu behave like a life-and-death relationship with Luohuainan at this time?

"He's in order to save me, how can I leave him alone!"

Tonglu slapped his face like crazy, "I want a face!"

The Lord of the Wind Knife frowned slightly, knocking him out with one palm, and looking at the cross-monk monk, "Master, what's the situation over there?"

The frost across the sea monk's eyebrows said sadly, "The extreme cold is just one end, and there are other weird things. Every time I take a step, I feel uneasy about Zen."

The Lord of the Wind Knives and the commander of the Zhenbei Shenjun looked at each other again, shocked and thinking that even the chief of the temple of Guocheng Temple couldn't hold the Zen heart?

"It seems Luohuainan can't save it, let's go."

The wind knife master said solemnly.

The commander of the Zhenbei Army said: "Slowly, and early."

The crossover monk sighed and said, "There is still Jingu."

Before entering the cold fog, they each received an unreasonable request.

The commander of the Zhenbei Shenjun was a court official, and was naturally close to the Zhongzhou faction.

The cross-sea monk was commanded by Zenzi himself, asking him to take care of Jingjiu.

The Lord of the Wind Knife looked to the commander of the Zhenbei Shenjun Army and said, "Zhongzhou School said Bai Zao brought a positioning device?"

The commander of the Zhenbei Shenjun Army said: "It wasn't found, it should be too far apart."

The Lord of the Wind Knife felt troublesome, and said, "It's obviously the Qingshan disciple named Jingjiu who first discovered the problem, why did they run in instead?"

No one knows this answer.

The cold mist gradually re-gathered, and there was a faint breath in the depths of the fog.

The Windknife Lord's expression changed suddenly, saying, "Can't stay here anymore."

The cross-sea monk looked at the side of the cold fog and sighed again, the rosary in his hand glowed, illuminating the road ahead.

The Lord of the Wind Knife and the commander of the Zhenbei Army raised Tonglu and the other unconscious young disciple, sacrificed a magic weapon to break through the cold fog, set off in the air, and returned to the cloud boat of Zhongzhou School.

The elders from the Zhongzhou school found that Luo Huainan and Bai Zao did not return with them, and their faces became extremely ugly.

But he knew that the situation was tense and didn't say anything. He ordered the cloud boat to break open and fly towards the south.

The crossing monk whispered a few words with the Zhongzhou sent elder, walked back to the side of the cloud boat, and looked at the snowy mountains below.

No sound, nothing, the mountains have disappeared, only the endless cold fog.

The white sky is really clean.

Tonglu woke up and looked at the clouds above.

The clouds were blown into chaos by the violent howling winds, and transformed into countless shapes, but did not make any changes in his eyes.

A finger that was severely frostbite should be very itchy at the moment, and it should not make any changes in his eyes.

There was nothing in his eyes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Mu Ran was thinking of the scenes at that moment.

The terrible snow bug, the tragic death of his companion, his despair, Luohuainan's tall figure appeared.

Finally, the tall figure disappeared into the worm-like mouth like a black hole.

"You must survive."

Tonglu looked pale and said to himself, "What else would it mean if I won you like this?"

I don't know if he focused on Dao warfare, ignored the external situation, or was over-stunned and a little bit nervous. He didn't know that the first Dao war this year was Jingu Jiu.

The cross-sea monk glanced at him, and he had the same doubts as the Lord of the Wind Knife.

Jing Jiu first felt the danger, but why did he go into the mist, and now he is dead?

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