The Path Toward Heaven

Jing Jiu looked at the sky outside the window and remained silent for a long time.

Silence seems to be nothing, but it often represents a certain emotion.

This was rarely seen on him, as it was a very different matter from a daze.

A cloud floated in the south.

This sentence shocked him far more than the appearance of the two great men in the underworld.

There was a slight regret in his heart. Since he decided not to read the letter from his brother, why did he finally see it?

But this was indeed a letter he had to read for himself, because the content of the letter was too important.

The only thing in the world that can temporarily smooth out the bottomless rift between him and his brother and make him forget the bottomless hatred ... is the cloud in the south.

Of course, he knew what this sentence meant, and why his brother had to inform himself as soon as possible if he used the mage master.

The cloud in the south was actually a cloud covering the archipelago, and an old man was hidden in the mist.

The old man, named Nanchao, was the first swordsman in the Chaotian continent, and the most powerful enemy of the Aoyama Sect.

At that time, their real ancestor Guangyuan was because this man failed to ascend and sat down to dissolve.

When the previous life was soaring, he had no regrets when he looked at the world, but if there is anything to be done before leaving, killing South Trend will inevitably be in the top three.

Unfortunately, Nanchao was always hidden in the fog, and he couldn't kill each other.

Now that cloud actually left the South China Sea and floated towards the heavenly continent.

This is the opportunity that their brothers and brothers and even Qingshan have waited for more than 800 years. How can they be missed?

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That archipelago is still shrouded in thick fog, and nothing seems to have changed.

No one knows that a cloud of fog has separated from here dozens of days ago, at this time floating on the sea thousands of miles away.

The mass of white mist touched the size of a thatched hut, drifting slowly on the blue sea, silent, giving birth to an extremely strange feeling.

The blazing sun couldn't penetrate the fog, the light was reflected, making this white mist bright and dazzling, not like fog, but more like clouds.

Fortunately, the boatmen walking in the ocean were accustomed to all kinds of strange light. Even if they saw the bright clouds, they would not pay attention, and they would not make a special trip to look closer.

The spring is getting deeper, the dark clouds are becoming more and more common, the summer storms are slowly brewing, the time for the sun to appear is getting shorter and shorter, and the white cloud is becoming less and less eye-catching.

One day, a large ship from Penglai Island passed through the real fog and suddenly saw the cloud in front of it, triggering several whispers.

The clouds are gentle, and they will not cause any harm whether in the sky or at sea.

The big ship naturally did not slow down or change direction, and sailed towards the white cloud.

People came to the deck one after another and wanted to see the picture of the cloud being broken by the bow of the ship.

quietly.

The ship smashed the cloud and continued on.

quietly.

Everyone on board was dead.

They closed their eyes, some people were still holding the rope, and some were still holding tea.

That white cloud continued to float towards the north. I don't know how long it floated, and finally came to land.

It was an early morning, and the sky was bright, and the small fishing village on the seashore was shrouded in a sudden mist.

The rising sun jumped out of the sea and illuminated the sky, but was unable to disperse the mist in the village, and could only helplessly wait for those mists to move slowly towards the north.

Finally, some cottages left the area of ​​clouds and mists, revealing their original appearance, but they were silent and no one woke up.

A cough sounded from somewhere on the beach.

A young girl was struggling to get up, her legs outside the skirt were covered with sand and the silver bells on her clothes made noises from time to time.

Her name is Nan Zheng, and she was once a very powerful assassin of Bu Lao Lin.

The night Yuntai collapsed, she escaped, but her magic weapon was taken away by the winter.

What makes her even more desperate is that Aoyama is still so scary.

Don't say revenge, just want to see that Qing Rongfeng master is extremely difficult.

Dejected, she returned to the south to remain anonymous, to this day.

The whole fishing village was dead, except her.

Looking at the corpses of the villagers who were lying in front of his house and on the beach, feeling the silence and thunderous waves around him, Nan Zheng's face became extremely pale, and he looked at the cloud and did not dare to make any sound.

An extremely old voice came out of the fog: "Are you Nan?"

Nan Zheng's voice trembled slightly. "Yes ..."

The old voice said, "Since it's a Southerner, it makes sense if I don't kill you."

Nanzheng asked in fear: "Which senior are you in the family?"

The old voice said, "I am your ancestor."

The clouds gradually dispersed, revealing an old man.

The old man was very thin and dry, looking at him like a dead body, with unfathomable eyes like thick fog, from time to time he gave birth to a few prop-like killers.

He said that he was the ancestor of Nanzheng, not to swear, but to state the facts.

Many people have always thought that he was the prince of a small country in the South China Sea. In fact, the Southern Savages are also his descendants.

His name is Nanchao, and the world is known as the Kirishima ancestor.

He also has a more famous identity, that is, the first swordsman on the Chaotian continent.

He is the biggest enemy of Aoyama Sect and the most powerful opponent of Aoyama Sect.

The real man of Guangyuan died under his hands, and the real man of Shen Zhou was anxious to break through because of this matter, and eventually dissipated in the clouds and fog in the mountains. The former is the ancestor of Taiping and Jingyang, and the latter is their master. From this, you can imagine how terrible this Kirishima ancestor is.

If we talk about the realm, as early as 800 years ago, he was already the pinnacle of the heavenly realm, and the real sword fairy.

Nanzheng knelt on the beach, and did not dare to look up, let alone speak.

She wondered in shock, because Kirishima was locked for many years because of the Castle Peak Sword Formation, how could the ancestors leave and appear on land?

Nanchao knew what she was thinking and did not explain.

Hiding in Kirishima for hundreds of years, he has no hope of ascension, and Shou Yuan will be exhausted. There are at most decades to live.

He had to finish it before it withered.

whats the matter?

Of course, it is extinction.

"The clouds will eventually spread."

The Kirishima ancestor looked up at the dim sun outside the fog, and said blankly, "Find me something that is heavy with anger."

The heaviest thing in the world is of course the coffin.

Nanzheng has lived in this village for several years and is familiar with each family. He carried a black coffin in the yard outside Yantian.

This coffin is made of nanmu. It has been raised in the backyard of the backlight for more than 20 years. It is full of anger, but the crane and deer carved on it and the ghosts are awkward.

Nan Zheng sent the black coffin into the mist, his face pale, afraid that his ancestor would be dissatisfied.

There was no sound in the fog, but it flowed slowly.

It didn't take long for the fog to sink into the black coffin.

The fishing village became clear again.

Several lines of yellow rune paper fell from the air, just sealed on the coffin, to ensure that no breath overflowed.

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There is a gate outside the peaks of the Qingshan Mountains. The word Nansong Pavilion is written on the gate. This is the Nanshan Gate.

There is a wooden table under the mountain gate, pen and ink on the table, and a man in a gray sword robe is lying on the table and sleeping.

Listening to the footsteps, the man looked up. It was the Ming Guoxing that Jing Jiu and Liu met when they were ten years old.

Decades later, the Qingshan disciple, who has never been able to break through, has become slightly older.

He looked at the man who was walking in front of the mountain door, and couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

That man's face is very ordinary, his body is very ordinary, his breath is also very ordinary, no matter how he looks, he is an ordinary person.

The question is, how can an ordinary person find the gate of the Aoyama Sect?

Ming Guoxing was a bit wary, thinking that he could not make the mistake of that year again, and recognized a character like Master Jiujiu as a waste, and quickly got up.

"Dare to ask your Excellency?"

The ordinary man smiled and said, "I'm a letter."

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Believing in people is a common practice of Bu Lao Lin.

Before and after the assassination of Zhao Layue that year, Bu Lao Lin had sent such a letter.

Later, the real Taiping sent another letter to Cang Long, telling it that a ghost had come from the town's magic prison.

What's in this letter today?

Ming Guoxing naturally did not dare to take apart, and did not dare to self-confidence.

Before long, Elder Mo rushed to Nanshan Gate in person and took the letter to Tianguang Peak.

The clear sunlight and the blue sky fall at the same time on the sea of ​​clouds that are slightly undulating in front of the Tianguang Peak, much like the sea in the south.

Liu Ci looked at the ordinary person and said, "Content?"

The man was indeed a mortal, but he didn't have any fear in the face of a big man like Aoyama, saying, "The old gods see it for themselves."

Liu Ci looked into his eyes.

Tianguang Peak is very quiet ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The shadow cast by the scabbard on the stone tablet slowly changes its length.

Not knowing how long it took, Liu Ci said, "Okay."

The man walked towards the cliff.

"You don't have to die," Liu Ci said.

The man said, "Thanks to the old **** for his pity, but it will not die."

Since it is a letter, it cannot be left behind after being opened, otherwise people will discover the secret.

The man walked to the edge of the cliff and jumped calmly into the sea of ​​clouds.

No screams or exclamations.

After a long time, a slight impact came from under the cliff.

Liu Ci went to the cliff and looked at the West Sea thousands of miles away, silent.