The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 5: Heaven and Underground
The peaks of the green mountains are bathed in the morning light, and the Xijian Creek is glowing with golden light, like a whip.
The disciples who are new to entry have ushered in their first day.
They just woke up standing by the stream, watching the beautiful scenery and talking about it. Of course, the most talked about was that Grandmaster Jingyang used this whip to tie up the White Blade Fairy, and then killed her with the Qingshan sword formation. .
Hundreds of years later, few people know the role Xue Ji played in that shocking battle, and no one knows that the real whip was taken away by Liu Shisui when it soared, and it was left here. It's just a real stream.
When the morning sun rose completely from the distance, more than 20 new disciples, led by two masters, left Xijian Pavilion and went to Jianfeng, which was surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, and looked scary.
"According to the old rules, all new disciples must go up the mountain to search for swords by themselves, until last night, the true head of the master issued an order to put the search for swords in the first item, and we will take them to the summit. Your luck is really good."
A teacher looked at the young disciples and said with a smile.
Here is already the height of the sword peak. The clouds and the fierce sword intent are all lined up by the sword charms held in the hands of another teacher. Only the young disciples can stay, but listen to the iron eagle from the peak. Screaming, they were still taken aback.
The two teachers and their disciples came to a cliff and ran down. The disciples did not know why, and bowed to bow. A teacher said with a sense of yearning and admiration: "The real man of the twelfth lunar month is here to cultivate an acquired invisible sword body..."
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Zuxing Seaside.
Two arc-shaped sword lights slashed towards the wheelchair silently.
Shen Qingshan didn't look back, as if he didn't notice anything.
Qing'er saw his eyes, they were so quiet, but there were countless thunders in the deepest part.
Infinite terror was born in her heart.
If she was in Chaotian Continent at this time and saw those thunderstorms on the top of Bihu Peak, she would know that it was the same.
Boom! There was no time to react, and the thunderstorms implied by the sword exploded in her consciousness.
Shen Qingshan's calm eyes turned into indifference.
Qing'er's spiritual body was suddenly weak, and she let out a cry, and she was worried about her life.
The sword light on the beach suddenly stopped, and a hand could be seen faintly stretched out.
Qinger was summoned back.
Affected by this, Zhao Layue's sword power is slightly stagnant.
The Chuzijian that emerged from the sand slapped it horizontally and was slapped to the ground by the invisible force, unable to move.
Jian Guang constricted slightly, she appeared on the side of the wheelchair, holding the Qingtian Jian and smashing it down.
The blue sky mirror fell like a mountain, and a flame suddenly stretched out among the dark and complicated patterns.
A red carp came out of the fire!
Shen Qingshan finally moved.
He turned his head and glanced.
Numerous cracks appeared on the spirit body of the red carp, and it let out a painful howl, recalling the most tragic experience in the East China Sea Heavenly Killing Array hundreds of years ago, wagging back with extreme fear.
The already grown-up King Fire Carp is a real beast, and Zhao Layue's strongest follower hidden in Qingtianjian. He still couldn't stop Shen Qingshan's glance, and he was defeated!
Shen Qingshan's sight passed through the shadow brought by Qingtianjian and Qingtianjian itself, and fell on Zhao Layue.
The invisible sword body was suddenly broken by the endless sword intent between heaven and earth!
Zhao Layue flew upside down and landed on the beach, kneeling on one knee, spouting blood.
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The sky to the west is unusually red, as if blood. The highest Tianguang Peak was red and warm, and there was a sea of bamboo outside a certain cave, as if it had been lit, and each tall and tall bamboo was like a burning sword.
A dispute is taking place deep in the bamboo forest. A young disciple stood there with his head down, listening to the lessons of the seniors.
"How dare you cut bamboo! What do you think?"
The disciple whispered: "I just wanted to make a bamboo bed, and I was caught without cutting two of them..."
"I was caught? Do you know it was caught?" A senior man looked at him angrily and said, "Don't you know this is the sacred land of our Green Mountain Sect? Who dares to move these bamboos casually?"
The disciple was a little dissatisfied and said: "The rules did not say that the bamboo here cannot be cut."
Another senior smirked and asked: "Do you know who planted the bamboo here? This is what Saint Liu planted here, and you should use it too?"
The young disciple couldn’t help it anymore when he heard the word match, and said, “Isn’t it just a root of bamboo? Saint Liu is not our Qingshan Sect, so why is this?”
The senior sneered, and said, "Go to the spiritual world and ask anyone to see how Sage Liu is related to my Qingshan Sect. And do you know who he grows these bamboos for? I don't understand. Just ask, don't be muddled."
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Liu Shisui didn't know that the younger generation of the Qingshan Sect was arguing about the bamboo he planted.
If he knew about this, he would definitely think that the young disciple's cutting some bamboo was nothing.
A few clusters of Cuizhu have long been turned into a sea of bamboos, and become a famous scene of Tianguang Peak.
There is only one son, so where is it used so much.
As for that young disciple was a bit muddled... he was even less qualified to have any opinions.
He is a guy who seems to be calm and even dull, but he is more muddled than anyone when he really encounters things.
For example, now he is standing in front of a wheelchair, looking at Patriarch as if he has done nothing, Qing'er's spirit body is almost shattered, watching King Fire Carp come back in horror, watching Zhao Layue's invisible sword body being broken. He was seriously injured and fell to the ground... but he still didn't even think about it, took out the magic weapon and smashed it at the ancestor.
It is very rare to have magic weapons in front of you at such a close distance.
Of course, those magic weapons are the highest level and most powerful existences in Chaotian Continent, which are very rare in the first place.
What's even more shocking is that he actually sacrificed all the magic weapons at the same time.
The purest Buddha light and the fiercest demon flame emerged from behind him, turning into a dozen arms.
A magic weapon is held on each arm.
The imperial seal, the broken whip, the broken flag, the dragon's tail inkstone, the Guancheng pen...there was a torrential rain that fell towards the wheelchair.
With a cowardly no-two sword, flashed from his lips and shot at Shen Qingshan's eyebrows.
Boom boom boom boom! The horrible breath wave exploded on the beach, and the magic weapon shone like fireworks.
I don't know how long it took before everything finally calmed down.
The light of the magic weapon was not confined, and the more than ten arms formed by the Buddha light and the magic flame gradually collapsed and then disappeared.
Liu Shisui retreated into the sea, pale, and suddenly spouted a mouthful of blood.
The sea water was ignited immediately, forming a mist.
Shen Qingshan in a wheelchair can be vaguely seen in the fog.
The wheels of the wheelchair sank a little toward the beach.
Shen Qingshan didn't change anything, looking at Liu Shisui in the flames of the sea, there was a touch of appreciation in his eyes.
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The morning light ignited the bamboo sea of Tianguang Peak and the black jade plate among the peaks.
That is where Shangdefeng once existed.
There used to be sword prisons and hidden peaks, all of which no longer exist.
Ziegou has worked and lived here for many years. Ah Da has been a habitual tomb robber here, and Xue Ji has been a prisoner.
The Shangde Peak was black, but it was covered with snow and looked rather monotonous.
Only few people know that Tong Yan has stayed here for many years.
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The wave of the collapse of the solar system sword array has moved away, and Mars has returned to its former desolation.
Yuanqu and Yushan sat between the cliffs and looked at each other, suddenly remembering the scene of the first night talk in Shangdefeng many years ago.
It is easier for humans to look back at the old things at certain moments.
For example, when something big happens.
They are very worried about Jing Jiu and those guys going to Zuxing, as well as the corpse dog.
She sat cross-legged on the ground, lowered her head and continued to figure out, her face getting paler and paler, she felt puzzled.
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The beach is white.
The eyebrows are black, even lighter.
The black chess pieces in the sky are turning white.
Not the illusion caused by sunlight, but the erosion of sword intent.
Tong Yan's chess skills are superior to the bird mother, and she is far better than her in this respect, but she still can't do it.
All the black chess pieces in the sky turned white and stood still.
"Something interesting." Shen Qingshan said.
The chess pieces in the sky were shredded by sword intent, and fell down, like snow on Mount Defeng.
Tong Yan slowly sat back on the beach, her face whiter than snow.
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No young disciple can get his own sword.
They left Jianfeng under the leadership of their teacher, but did not go back to wash the sword pavilion, but went to a small building.
There are many portraits in the small building. Most of them are real people in charge of the dynasties. There are also some ancestors who have made great contributions to the Qingshan School and are well-known in the history of spiritual practice.
The last portrait is of course the soaring former head of the real person Zhuo Rusui.
The young disciples looked at the middle-aged man in the portrait, feeling a little strange in their hearts, but did not dare to say anything.
"Does it feel like Master Zhuo is drooping his eyelids, as if he is not awake?" The teacher said with a smile.
The young disciples were afraid to answer.
The teacher shook his head and said: "Where does Master Zhuo care what you think, let's salute."
The young disciples hurriedly knelt down and paid homage to Zhuo Rusui in the portrait, pure and pure.
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Zuo Rusui has been sitting on the beach for some time.
Those sand towers were destroyed, and he was robbed of his spirit by the ancestor's sword intent, and he was unable to do anything.
He looked at Tan Zhenren coming, Tan Zhenren leaving, Jing Jiu and these guys came, and then started chatting. He was already sleepy, and his eyelids were drooping, as if he was going to fall asleep next moment.
The monk does not need to rest for a long time, let alone sleepy, not to mention that he is a fairy who has soared.
Those guys know that when he is sleepy, it means only two possibilities.
He wants to avoid something.
Or he will kill someone in the next moment.
Then he drooped his eyelids at this moment, what is the reason?
I don’t know if I sensed the distant Chaotian Continent. Those disciples who had just started knelt in front of his portrait. Zhuo Rusui raised his head and opened his eyes completely. He let out a helpless sigh, facing the wheelchair. Stretched out his hand.
Countless fine sword intents left his fingers, forming a heaven-bearing sword formation at an extremely fast speed.
Everything here is the sword intent of the ancestor, and it is unified with his heart. Then according to Jing Jiu's statement in Dayuan City, this is a sword formation of all things.
How can I crack the Sword Array of All Things? He wanted to use Chengtian Sword Array to try.
Yes, Zhuo Rusui is no longer sleepy, but he doesn't dare to think about whether he can kill Patriarch, just want to try.
At least, he doesn't run away anymore.
Sure enough, when those sword intent left his fingers to form the Heavenly Sword, he felt a clear stagnation, which meant that he finally really touched the sword formation of all things.
Countless lines appear on the beach, woven into a net.
The invisible sword net eroded around at an unimaginable speed and came to him.
The clothes were shattered, and the messy sword intent appeared on the fairy body, deep into the bones.
Zuo Rusui did not cough up blood, because the blood flowed out of those sword mouths and lit the beach.
Those sand grains were quickly burned into glass-like things, because of the impurities inside, they looked a little dirty.
He looked at those things, sighed, his eyelids drooped again.
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So far, several people who used to be formal disciples of the Green Mountain Sect have all shot.
There is one other person who did not produce a sword.
The undisputed No. 1 human race in the contemporary Chaotian Continent.
Peng Lang holding the sword, walked towards the ancestor.
He didn't use the ghost swordsmanship that Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui and others had detailed together.
He didn't use the Qingshan Swordsmanship Jing Jiu taught him that night, nor did he even use the swordsmanship of the Ungraceful Swordsman.
His footsteps landed on the beach, not fast, and the footprints were very clear, but the sky was full of sword intent but could not stop him.
Looking at this scene, Jian Xian Ensheng's expression changed slightly.
Many years ago, Wuenmen was still closing the mountain.
Mr. Bai set up an ambush in the old tomb, hurting Jing Jiu.
Then the two went elsewhere to continue fighting.
Emperor Xiao walked out of the mausoleum, and met a young disciple who hadn't learned anything for more than a hundred years.
The young disciple is Peng Lang.
That's how he walked toward Emperor Xiao at that time, and stabbed the sword in his hand.
Emperor Xiao died just like that, turning into yellow leaves in the sky.
On Mars not long ago, he was seriously injured by Chen Ya's establishment, and that is how he came back.
Regardless of whether the person in front is fighting the goddess or the gods, or his own ancestor, he always stabs him in this way.
Peng Lang walked to the wheelchair and stabbed it with a sword.
Shen Qingshan's expression became obviously serious.
For the first time, he really shot.
Two thin fingers appeared in the air, pinching the sword light.
It can’t be described as two mountains, because the mountains are absolutely impossible to block this sword—the sword looks ordinary, but it was picked by Ping Yongjia in Jianfeng, and the person holding the sword is Peng Lang .
The **** are like heaven and earth.
Heaven and earth unite.
In fact, there was no encounter, and the sword was caught at a distance.
This is the first time Peng Lang's sword is invalid~IndoMTL.com~ with a soft snap.
The sword bends more and more, breaks suddenly, and then shatters into countless pieces.
The fragmentation continued forward until the hilt of the sword, and then spread to Peng Lang's hand holding the sword.
I don't know why, the fragmentation ends here, and I didn't move on.
Shen Qingshan retracted his eyes.
The sea breeze was blowing his gray hair.
His body looks so thin, old and weak.
His consciousness is so powerful and invincible.
It was earth-shattering.
The past and the present.
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