The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 55: Dragon and sword that hurt each other

Zhongzhou faction has competed with Qingshanzong for righteous leaders for many years, so naturally they are very concerned about each other's exercises. The old man was very aware of the breath of Qingshan swordsmanship, so when Jing Jiu took his sword through the pool and went up, he saw that the opponent was a Qingshan disciple, and after a little thought, he deduced Jing Jiu's identity.

"The Green Mountain Sect actually sent someone to see the Emperor of the Underworld in private. Is it because he wants to collude with the Department of Underworld?"

The old man sneered and said: "That's right, the scourge had been in collusion back then. This is also the tradition of your Qingshan Sect."

The crime of colluding with the underworld can't be accepted by any practitioner.

Jing Jiuben didn't plan to say anything more. After being silent for a while, he said, "I'm not Zhuo Rusui. You'd better confirm this."

The old man said blankly and said: "I don't care who you are. I only know that you are a disciple of Qingshan. It is a capital crime to confess to the Underworld Emperor, even if you escape. Tell me the purpose of your coming here and what you did. What, I can not eat you, and let you live a good life in the Demon Suppression Prison."

In any case, it is impossible for him to leave Jing Jiu out of the Demon Prison, but after all, this is a condition, and the condition means negotiation-Canglong is a **** beast of the town faction of the Zhongzhou School. The young disciples sent to negotiate, had to say that Jing Jiu's Netherworld Sword really made him feel a bit tricky.

But Jing Jiu will not agree to his terms.

The old man said with a cold voice: "This is my world, no matter how fast you can run out, and if I really use my full strength, you will be dead."

"Because this is your world, you can't use your full strength."

Jing Jiu calmly pointed out the old man’s current plight, and then said: "And have you ever thought about why I have been running away and did not try to fight back?"

He is using this chase to adapt to his body, just like learning to farm and chop vegetables in a small mountain village.

Netherworld Immortal Sword made his body change again. If left in normal times, it would take him several years to fully grasp this change.

The mental pressure caused by this chase has caused this process to be drastically compressed, and I believe it will end soon.

A sacred beast from the Mahayana realm came to do the training.

The old man laughed loudly as if he had heard the most absurd words in the world, full of mockery.

With Jing Jiu's current realm, let alone defeating the powerful in the Mahayana realm, it would be impossible to contend for a moment.

Netherworld Fairy Sword may allow him to get close to the old man, but how can he hurt him?

On the contrary, in order to be safe, he must keep a sufficient distance from the elderly.

So how does he fight back?

"You are the world in the Demon Suppression Prison, so I can't escape anytime soon."

Jing Jiu looked at the old man and said, "Then it is equivalent to saying that I just want to attack any place in the world at will, that is, I am attacking you."

The voice fell, his right wrist vibrated lightly, and the black iron sword slammed into the stone cliff beside him with a snort.

The surface of the stone cliff is blue-black, burnt by the high temperature all the year round, and hit by the strong wind, the surface is like flowing lines.

Some lines split, revealing the pink stone skin inside, which is as disgusting as a festering fleshy wall.

Jing Jiu's sword was unbiased, and it happened to be inserted in the cracked hole.

The not sharp body of the iron sword pierced the pink stone skin directly, splashing some bright red juice.

Not like blood, more like magma.

The old man's body trembled like a lightning strike, his eyes were full of anger and shock, and he shouted: "What do you **** want to do!"

"After you know that I am a disciple of Qingshan, you are going to use the soul search technique directly, just to let me experience the suffering of the soul being overtaken."

Jing Jiu looked at him and said, "The hostility of the ancestors of the Zhongzhou School towards Qingshan is really serious."

The old man shouted sharply: "So what? I don't like these flying grasshoppers in Qingshan! It's annoying to look at it, I can't wait to burn you all to death!"

Jing Jiu said: "Understand, I don't like the old people of Yunmengshan either. It's fair, you think

Hurt me, and I will hurt you, which is fair. "

At the beginning, the old man was going to swallow Jing Jiu, and then used soul search to read his memory fragments.

At that time, Jing Jiu said that all the pain he intends to do on Qingshan disciples will be returned to him.

Jing Jiu's wrist moved slightly, the iron sword turned half a circle in the crack between the cliffs, the pink inner wall became more rotten, and magma-like juice poured out.

The old man snorted, sweat pouring from his forehead, being blown away invisible by the wind, and his voice trembled slightly.

"I am heaven and earth, far and wide. This damage is not as good as a mosquito bite. You think this pain will...ah!"

Suddenly, he cried out in pain.

The stern voice kept reverberating in the far-reaching second-tier world of Demon Town, and it seemed extremely terrifying.

The old man clutched his abdomen and shouted in a sad voice: "The sword is poisonous!"

The pink stone wall is festering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cause of the fester is the green breath slowly released from the iron sword.

What kind of poison can make a town sect beast so painful?

There is only one answer.

That is the poison of the beast itself.

That is the pool of emerald green water.

The iron sword has been immersed in the pool water for three years, and it has not been corroded, but has absorbed the toxins in the pool water.

Now this sword is like a ghost claw sticking out of Styx. With a scratch, it can make people feel painful.

The painful face of the old man was pale, clutching his abdomen, staring at Jing Jiu and shouting: "Little thief, Qingshan, even if he fights his internal injuries today, I will kill you, smash you into pieces, and then detain you. The soul, always tortured with the wind!"

Since he uttered the words Qingshan Little Thief, the Demon Suppression Prison has been thunderous, the wind roars, and the sand and rocks fly randomly.

The water in Bitan crosses the cliff like an inverted waterfall and falls like a torrential rain.

Jing Jiu struggled to dodge between the violent breath, and it was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time, but it was already far away when it became bright again.

Hundreds of thunders exploded at the same time, the dark town of the magic prison was illuminated, and the lightning as thick as a big tree turned into a forest in the desolate and undulating wilderness.

Jing Jiu couldn't avoid it anymore, and fell heavily from the sky to the ground. Two bloods flowed out of his ears, and his eyes became a little dim.

He had suffered serious injuries before, and the reason he was still able to support it was because the old man had a lot of inconveniences in the Demon Suppression Prison, and many powerful magical powers could not be used.

Now the old man has been stunned by his methods, and he has directly used the magical powers of the Mahayana period, like a cesarean section.

The difference between the realms of the two sides is too great, facing a mad Mahayana powerhouse, he is a dead end no matter how he thinks it.

Jing Jiu didn't even think about it, and thrust the iron sword in his hand into the ground beside him.

The painful and angry shouts of the old man reverberated between heaven and earth.

A distance of several miles away, the old man waved his sleeves in anger, the wind blew out from the ground, and more than ten thunder fires came from all directions and hit Jing Jiu's body~IndoMTL.com~ There was a loud bang. , Jing Jiu was shocked and flew to the front of the cliff hundreds of meters away.

He wanted to get up but couldn't, so he could only sit on the spot.

The blood sprayed from his mouth stained half of his body, and was burnt black by the remaining Lei Wei.

At this time, he looked like a failed Thunder Soul Tree.

But he was still calm, seeing no fear or anxiety, and pierced deeply into the cliff with a backhand sword.

If the old man received a heavy blow, he was extremely painful and shouted in a sad voice: "Go to hell!"

While speaking, he caught countless lightning bolts in the night sky with trembling hands, and drew it towards Jing Jiu.

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