The Path Toward Heaven

Yin Feng is guarded by Qingshan Mountain, a big thing in the heavenly realm, and the main player in the heavenly killing formation. It is a remarkable existence.

But no matter how great the existence is, there is only one body left.

If its body is still there.

The dead phoenix and phoenix was covered with frost, like a pheasant or golden pheasant just picked out of a snowdrift, but with a longer tail.

In the mouths of those diners, it is now just ingredients that can be used for stew or fried food.

The middle-aged people ignored the diners and continued to walk forward, with annoying voices of inquiry and unwillingness behind them.

Those voices turned into discussions about the current world situation, from the marriage of the state government in Chaoge City, to the new reconstruction of Shangzhou City, and even mentioned a few things about the practice world.

"I want to inquire about someone." Somehow, the middle-aged man walked back to the door of the food shop and looked at the merchants and asked.

A trader looked at middle-aged people and said with a smile, "Take the pheasant in your hand?"

The middle-aged man said, "You can't eat, you will die."

The famous business man laughed with a smile and said, "The monk at Guocheng Temple also dared to eat sip, why can't we eat it?"

When another merchant saw that the middle-aged man had an extraordinary popularity and was obviously not an ordinary Orion, he rounded the field and said, "I don't know your name, what should I ask?"

"My name is Xilai ..."

Without waiting for the middle-aged person to finish speaking, the former merchant laughed and said, "Where's the fake name? This is Dongyidao. But don't all the people who come here come from the west?"

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Middle-aged people are indeed called Xilai.

Yes, he is the Xihai Sword God who has left Chaotian Continent for more than 100 years.

On that remote continent, he was the chief sword sage of the Holy See.

He never gave a sword for the Holy See, because it was not worth it.

Until a few days ago, he found that the rising sea suddenly fell to the ground, knowing that something had happened in the heavenly continent, and suddenly moved his heart.

In the sea on the way home, he encountered the yin and phoenix who had just died. For some reason, he used great magical powers to seal the yin and feng's body without letting it disappear between heaven and earth.

It is puzzling that none of the traders in that food shop died.

He went to a sect of Dong Yidao and easily inquired exactly what happened to the Chaotian continent.

He was not interested in the major events that shook the world, whether it was the ambition of the true peace of Taiping, the ambition of Baizhenren, the fairy deceived, or the reclamation feats of the last practitioners.

He only cares where Jingu went.

This time when he returned, he just tried to test the sword with Jing Jiu, but the other party suddenly disappeared. How could this be?

He left Dong Yi Dao and began to look for Jing Jiu in Chaotian Continent, holding the Yin Feng in his hand, looking like a lone hunter from Jingbei Township.

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The Xihai Sword God was the most powerful practitioner in the heavenly continent, and compared with his master Kirishima ancestor, he seemed to be inferior to the south.

If it was not for Liu Ci who was seriously injured with one sword, how could he leave the Chaotian continent so easily.

After a lapse of more than a hundred years, he returned to Chaotian Continent again, wondering what kind of realm he had reached.

Zhao Layue did not know that such a strong man was looking for Jing Jiu, and she was still looking for a way to wake Jing Jiu.

After leaving Juye City, she went to Sanqianyuan outside Ohara Castle.

The teachers and teachers in Baoli watched her coming and quickly withdrew from the formation. They even dared not look at her.

Going under the corridor where Chenguang dispersed, and walking into the round window zen room, she put Jing Jiu beside Bai Zao.

Those silkworms are about to dissipate, and Bai Zhan's face is exposed, still as beautiful and moving as he was then.

Zhao Layue looked at that face for a long time, and she had some inexplicable emotions in her heart, but she was confused.

It has been more than a hundred years since the battle of Chaoge City, but it was only an instant to her?

She reached out and grabbed the dusty messy short hair, no longer thinking about these things, took off Jiu Jiu's clothes a bit, looked at the wound around her waist for a moment, reached out and took some silk from Bai Zhan's face. .

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That night, she ended her work, crossed the round window to the lake, and stretched her hands into the lake to wash carefully.

Qing Er waving her transparent wings, stopped on a branch by the lake, looked at her and said, "Are you sure this is useful?"

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said, "If cause and effect are threads, maybe you can connect?"

Qinger said, "You know that's not the case, and should you wash your hands before sewing him, instead of washing at this time?"

Zhao Layue waved his hand impatiently, and said, "I wouldn't have such a thing as female red, but I just sew it casually. Do you want to count on how beautiful I sew?"

Qing'er knew that she was in a bad mood, and when she said she was washing her hands she wanted to make her happy, she sighed quietly, and flew into the zen room.

She has already seen the situation of Jing Jiu. It is indeed different from the time when she slept in Chaoge City. The spirit cannot be led to Qingtianjian, and she cannot find any way in Qingtianjian.

There was a sound of falling water outside the window. Qing'er turned his head and saw Zhao Layue jumping into the lake.

She certainly didn't want to commit suicide.

A Kendo strongman who breaks the peak of the sea can't do it if he wants to be drowned by the lake, even if the lake is a blue lake.

Zhao Layue seriously took a bath in the lake, especially her hair was washed very carefully.

Then she held her knees on a stone bench by the lake all night.

In the early morning the next morning, she walked into the Zen room and confirmed that Jing Jiu had no sign of waking up, and said to Qinger, "Tell me to inform Qingshan, we will go back and send someone to pick it up."

Qing'er noticed that her eyes were a little red, and she had clearly cried. She didn't dare to say anything, and flew out of the window.

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The middle-aged person carried the dead Yinfeng and calculated the whereabouts of Jingjiu while walking in Chaotian Continent.

When he walked outside the city of Chaoge, he glanced at the wild flowers on the ground and understood the current situation of Jing Jiu.

The one who could solve the problem was in the snowy field, and he left for the snowy field, just passing by Ohara Castle.

There were traces of blue birds flying in the sky, and he looked up and said, "It was here."

When he came to the end along the stream, he went into the hall and saw the lone grave, some wondering why a mortal was buried here.

The large array of the three thousand courtyards naturally induces, from the flowers and trees on the lake to the bluestone in front of the bridge, emitting countless breaths.

However, those breaths failed to touch his body at all and were shredded as much as possible.

Zhao Layue appeared over the bridge, looking at the figure of the middle-aged man, his expression changed slightly, tearing off his sleeves and tying his hair a little, and walked up the bridge.

"You're back?"

The middle-aged person said: "Yes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Feeling the strong sword of Yokohama between heaven and earth. Listening to these two simple conversations, the teachers and teachers in the hall have guessed the identity of the middle-aged , Shouted in shock: "Xihai sword god! You are still alive! "

"He's alive, just call me West."

The middle-aged person looked towards the zen room over the bridge.

Zhao Layue had some unexpected reactions. He looked at him carefully and wondered what he was thinking. His eyes suddenly became brighter and he asked, "Your realm is higher than before?"

Xi Lai looked at her bright mirror-like eyes and raised her eyebrows slightly. "Your talent is indeed very high, but it is far from my opponent. The warfare in this situation is almost rude."

"I don't want to fight you." Zhao Layue looked at him with hope and said, "You are so high now, is there any way to wake him up?"

The West is a little speechless. Thinking of the few traders in Dong Yi Dao, I thought that people in the heavenly continent were crazy if they didn't return for more than 100 years.