The Path Toward Heaven

Nan Wang looked towards the lake.

It was just a simple turn, and the drunkenness in her eyes disappeared. The freshness of the mountains was exuded. More importantly, the majesty was extremely dignified, and she became the master of Qing Rongfeng in Qingshan.

The boat moved without paddles, breaking the waves, agitating numerous water splashes, and soon came to a place not far from the lake.

The doctor knelt on the ground, holding up a case file with both hands, afraid to look up.

Nan Wang reached out and retrieved the case file. He opened his eyes and said to Jing Jiu, "Still go to Lushan."

Countless thin sword strings emerged from the lake, forming a net-like thing.

Nan forgets to rise in the sky, stepping on the net barefoot, and flew towards the sky with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, the cosmic front broke through.

There were waves on the lake, and then it calmed down after a while.

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Lushan is a famous mountain in the southwest of the Chaotian continent. Its fame mainly comes from the Nanman tribe. It is said that the temple of the Nanman ancestor is here.

The two sword lights fell in the valley, and Nan forgot to look at the surrounding mountains and remained silent.

She is the host here, but she hasn't returned for many years. It is inevitable that she is a little strange, and because of the southward trend, she feels a little heavy.

Of course, South Trend is not in Lushan. If roller shutter people can find him, why is Qingshan like an enemy?

This is a clue that Liu Cizhen asked Shui Yuezhen to use Tianrentong.

She waved her sleeves, and the silver bracelet on her wrist struck, making a nice crisp sound. Hundreds of wild bees flew from the flowers and trees in the mountains and followed the sound to the distance.

Jing Jiu knew she was telling the elders in those tribes to help.

It didn't take long for a black smoke to burst out dozens of miles away.

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Jian Guang broke through the dense forest, the leaves were cut off, the crickets fell, and kept flying, just like a group of birds killed.

There is an open space in the woods, and a slightly humble temple is built. I don't know which mountain **** it is for.

The mountain temple has been surrounded by veil cloth, and the knotted part is scribbled, obviously it is done in a hurry.

Jing Jiu's gaze passed through the curtain, and he saw at least dozens of barbarians kneeling on the ground, touching the ground with his forehead, his body trembling slightly, not fear but excitement.

There are more barbarians in the mountains in the distance, and no one dares to glance at the veil, kneeling with his head down, looking extremely religious.

There are several elderly people who are obviously different in dress, more gorgeous, silver collars hanging on their bodies, and they should be wizards, elders and the like.

There was no change in Nan Wang's expression, and he seemed very accustomed to this treatment.

She said something a little vague.

The Nambars outside the curtains nodded, kissed the ground, and then retreated farther.

Jing Jiu walked into the temple and looked at the goddess with half lotus, jaw support with hands, and graceful ideology. He felt familiar, and asked, "Is this your ancestor?"

Nan forgets, "It's me."

Jing Jiu froze for a while, then let go.

The biggest difference between a practitioner and a mortal is life.

And time is myth.

The ground in the temple has been dug up, revealing something dark.

Judging from the freshness of the soil, it should be that the tribal elders here have just dug up a letter from Nan forget.

Those dark things are not coal, but overcast wood.

Underneath the Nanman Temple, there will be many thousands of ancient trees called Shenmu, which suddenly become overcast trees, which naturally means a lot of things.

Nan Wang's expression became dignified, he sat on the ground, but his breath was more lazy.

Her left foot was retracted under her hips, her right leg extended forward, barefoot like a white lotus, and her hands supported her jaws, thoughtfully.

If at this time she held a jug in her hand, it would be a common drunk picture of the boulder beauties on the top of Qingrong Peak under the stars.

No hip flask.

At this time she looked like the **** in the temple.

Jing Jiu looked at her quietly.

Nan forgets to close her eyes, as if sleeping.

The silver bells on her body suddenly rang.

These little silver bells on her body never ring at random, no matter when walking or flying the sword.

The silver bell oscillated faster and faster, and the crisp sounds made became denser and denser. It passed through the mantle and rang through the mountains.

Outside the temple, the cheering of the Nanman people, followed by rough and full of vitality music and singing, and then the sound of footsteps on the ground.

It should be dancing.

Time passed slowly, Nan Wang was still asleep, and the silver bell was still ringing until the night came.

The bonfire was lit, and the barbarians were not tired, they continued to sing and dance, but they became more heated under the influence of alcohol.

Jing Jiu felt at least thousands of breaths, gathered in the mountain temple, getting thicker and thicker, and was about to become a joyful raindrop.

Nan Wang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes had no emotion, and he pointed into the air at will.

A seemingly simple finger is a combination of Qing Rongfeng's unprovoked swordsmanship and Nanmantong Divinity. Looking at the heavenly continent, only she can perform it.

Countless extremely fine filaments spewed from her fingertips, and instantly woven into a huge pattern.

This pattern is bright and dark, gradually becoming a shape, and can vaguely distinguish the map of Tiannan continent.

The closer you are to Lushan, the clearer the map becomes. Even a small stream or a cave will be marked, and the farther you go, the more blurred the pattern will be. As for the distant Ice and Snow Kingdom on this map, A blank.

There is an obvious light spot on the map near Lushan, which should be the mountain temple where they are now.

A very dark line stretched out from that light spot to a distance.

Jing Jiu knew it was time to do it.

His gaze fell in the blank space below the map, where there was an additional light spot.

There is the South China Sea, where the treasure ship of Penglai Shendao was slaughtered.

The second spot of light has reached the shore of the south, where the inhabitants of the entire village died strangely.

Immediately after that, more and more light spots appeared, which is what these Qingqingshan Sects think is doubtful recently. The distribution of these light spots seems to have no regularity, but if you look farther apart, you can vaguely see that it is like a fan, a line from the depths of the South China Sea to the small village on the shore, and then gradually spread north.

The dark line leaving the mountain temple came to this fan shape, gradually separated, and turned into more than ten light spots, neatly arranged up and down.

Yizhou is not far from this light spot.

Then the West Sea is not too far away.

Jing Jiu was silent.

He thought that Nanchao would make other choices, but he didn't expect the other party to be so confident.

Nan forgets to sit all night, exhausting too much mental energy, inevitably a little tired, stretched his back, and said, "Where is it?"

Those light spots are just looking small on the map. In fact, there are at least hundreds of miles in the circle. To check those dozens of light spots,

When talking, she leaned back and forth, Yin Ling moved slightly, pouting at her mouth, just like an ordinary brutal girl who was aggrieved.

Jing Jiu looked at her white belly, thinking that it would be better not to drink.

Nan forgets his gaze and says, "You want ..."

Jing Jiu didn't want to die and didn't want to touch, pointing at a spot on the picture and saying, "Here."

Nan forgets the previous thing and asks, "Why?"

Jing Jiu pointed to the seaside village and said, "At the normal speed of movement, he is most likely to be here now."

Nan forgets that the realm of Kirishima's ancestors can be described as unpredictable. He can travel freely for thousands of miles like a sword fairy. What is normal speed?

Jing Jiu said: "If the South Trend leaks a breath, it will be known by the Qingshan Sword Formation, so he must have found a way to temporarily block the breath, like Emperor Xiao. But no matter what method, he They ca n’t move, otherwise they will definitely leak. ”

No one in the rising continent can truly behave like one.

Even if he learned the ghost sword, he can only do infinite approximation.

Since the South Trend can never be moved, it can only be sent by others, and in order not to attract the attention of the practitioners, it can only be transported by the most common method.

Who is sending the south trend into the depths of the Chaotian continent? Definitely not the Xihai Sword School, because Qingshan Sect has been staring there.

Jing Jiu didn't know who that person was, but only knew another fact, saying, "He's in a coffin."

Nan forgets the dark atmosphere that he felt when he performed the Divine Magic before, his expression changed slightly.

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A carriage carrying a coffin has been heading north on official roads the other day.

The coffin is an old coffin, and at first glance, you know that it is very well raised.

The girl who drove was equally well-bred.

The young girl was petite, and Rong Feng was charming. She was wearing a white filial robe, which was even more charming, which aroused the interest of many wicked people.

But where do the wicked know, that young girl was the real wicked in the woods.

Nan Zheng did not dare to kill people at will, but it was still easy to get rid of these people.

More than ten days later, she drove to a wild mountain, and the mountain road has come to an end ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Hidden sight of the city beyond the cliff, it is hundreds of miles away.

The mountains here can't sense even a trace of aura, and it's really barren to the extreme. She guessed that it should be the wild mountain around Yizhou.

This wild mountain is sparsely populated, and there is no practice sect. Only the Baotong Zen Temple, which was created by the Zen to clean up poisonous puppets, remains here.

Nan Zheng didn't expect to have a temple in this wild mountain.

It was the mountain temple in the tribe she was familiar with but hadn't seen in many years.

This place is at least thousands of miles away from Lushan. Why are there temples in the tribe?

The mountain temple is very old and small. After carrying the coffin into it, there is only a very narrow space left, and it is barely possible to lie down.

When she turned to look at the black coffin, the strange feeling in her heart became stronger.

There was no breath in the black coffin, and the ancestor inside seemed to be dead.

She didn't know what her ancestors were doing here or how long she had to wait here, but she didn't dare to leave.

The night was coming, and the wild mountains were like ink. There was no sound at all, not even the call of the beast.

Nan Zheng is a master of Bu Lao Lin. Naturally, he is not afraid of beasts, but is afraid of such quietness.

She found some oil under the stone statue of the mountain temple and poured it into the lantern outside the temple.

The lantern was broken but still lit, and it was actually red.

Red and warm lights illuminate the ruined temple.

Seeing some joy.

It's also scary.

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