The Path Toward Heaven

(I was also very distressed when I saw Dao Chaotian. The writing was okay, but why are there so few updates and the author writes so slowly? It’s hard to solve. It has nothing to do with any other objective situation. It’s just that as I get older, I become more and more lazy. Of course it’s not right, but I can only slowly find a way to change it...

Regarding the composition of the team, I really want to follow the game, but that is just my personal curiosity, and has nothing to do with the game adaptation. To be honest, when it comes to us, who would change their thinking and story for the adaptation? The reason why I am curious is that Butterfly has been playing Glory of Kings, the leader has been playing Onmyoji, and Haitang is playing Sword III. They are all obsessed. I want to understand the fun of it, and I want to understand it through learning, but when I was doing the detailed outline, I found that I had never played games. Finally, the new book of Glory of Kings will be released on the 20th of Butterfly. Even if I don’t play games, I think this thing is really cool. )

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The suction from the snowworm egg is so weak that even a strand of hair can't move. If it wasn't for Jing Jiu's extraordinary sensitivity, it might be difficult to detect.

He looked at the egg in front of him and pinched it with his fingers. The egg made a creaking sound, like a skin sac filled with wine, but there was no response.

After the sword consciousness fell, Jing Jiu confirmed that the life in the egg had awakened.

When his fingers landed on the womb, the being showed greed and a desire to devour.

But immediately after, it sensed the horror of Jing Jiu's consciousness, and started to play dead out of fear.

It is really interesting that the newborn body of the lowest level snow country monster has such a strong life and death consciousness before seeing the real world.

Jing Jiu put it away.

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Under a black rock mountain hundreds of miles away, several young ascetics were discussing something.

They are also contestants in the Taoist war. Their clothes are tattered. They should have encountered many battles, but their spirits are very uplifting, and their eyes are full of confidence.

They were summarizing yesterday's battle situation, hoping that the cooperation with each other could be more tacit, so that melee attack and defense could be more effectively combined with long-range strong killing.

With a soft beep, a young ascetic took out the magic weapon, carefully looked at yesterday's list summary, and said, Luo Huainan and the others are still ahead.

This refers to their position on the Dao War list, and also their position in the snow field.

The pedestrians from Luohuainan had already gone deep into the snow field and encountered many powerful snow country monsters, that's why the plum blossoms in that painting are so big.

They subconsciously looked at the young man ahead, showing admiration - if it wasn't for this person in the team, they wouldn't have expected to be able to follow Luo Huainan at all, they would have already been thrown out of sight, and lost the possibility of winning the first place in the Taoist competition.

The young man stood in the wind and snow, still tall and straight, like a real sword.

He is Tonglu, a genius disciple of the Xihai Sword Sect.

In the pre-judgment by the shutter-rollers, Tonglu ranked second in the Taoist battle, even surpassing Bai Zao and Tong Yan, and second only to Luo Huainan.

The fact is also true, among the dozens of cold plum blossoms hanging in the rain corridor of Xishanju, only his team can barely keep up with Luo Huainan's team.

In terms of the number of plum blossoms alone, Tonglu is not even less than Luohuainan, but because they didn't go deep enough into the snowfield, they didn't encounter too many middle-level snow country monsters.

The four young ascetics understood that they had actually slowed down Tonglu's speed, and they apologized, but they were very brave in the battle.

What's wrong with senior Jing Jiu? Why hasn't he achieved any results after so many days?

I don't know. There is a Kunlun disciple in my senior brother's team. According to his message, Jing Jiu has never made a move these days, and he hasn't even left that mountain.

The first mountain after entering the snow field?

good.

Is this fear? But if you don't even dare to enter the snow field, why come to participate in the Dao battle?

The cold wind was like a knife, rolling snow flakes, and fell on Tonglu's ordinary face.

He listened to the discussions of his companions, expressionless and unmoved.

If it was before the Meihui chess game, he might have thought that Jing Jiu was a cowardly and incompetent person, but after that chess game, he certainly didn't think so.

Those who can withstand Tong Yan's murderous intentions on the chessboard and succeed in counter-killing must be extremely strong in terms of Taoism and will.

It's just that he couldn't figure out what Jing Jiu was thinking.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation.

Tonglu walked back to his companion and raised his brows in surprise when he saw the latest news from the magic weapon.

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Jing Jiu and his party walked on the snow, keeping a distance of several to hundreds of feet from each other, ensuring that they could rescue the closest companions with their best skills.

The ground in the snowfield trembled suddenly, and then quickly returned to silence.

The five stopped.

Lu Jin took out the magic weapon and pointed it at the snow, his face became more gloomy, and he turned his head and said silently to his companions: There is something.

The snow field was as quiet as dead silence, only the whistling of the cold wind could be heard.

After all, these young practitioners had no experience, they only knew how to hold their breath and keep quiet, but they didn't expect that the sudden disappearance of the footsteps and the silence would be a clear warning to the creature under the snow.

The snow field in the distance suddenly swelled, and then turned into a snow line, heading for the distance.

After everyone participated in the Taoist battle, this was their first battle. They were a little excited, but more nervous, and they didn't react for a while.

In order to escape faster, the monster got out of the snow and became even faster. From a distance of more than two hundred feet, one can vaguely see that it is a spider-like thing, about the size of an ordinary round table, the back is as smooth as a mirror, and the feet under the body bounce like lightning, so it is not clear.

Snowfoot!

Dai Yin shouted loudly: Who knows how many feet are there?

Jing Jiu said, Six.

Listening to this answer, Yin Qingmo and the other three relaxed, and Dai Yin smiled even more. The fewer legs the snow-footed beast has, the higher the level it is, and the more powerful it is. The six-legged snow-footed beast is the weakest and has not even experienced a single step-up. Even the most ordinary practitioners can easily deal with it.

Jing Jiu untied the iron sword behind him.

Dai Yin stretched out his hand to stop him: I'm coming!

Before the words fell, he had already rushed away.

The other three followed suit.

Within a few breaths, Dai Yin rushed to the back of the snow-footed beast, held the green rope in his hand, and yanked it down.

Qingsuo is the magic weapon of the Kunlun School, and it contains the power of dragon bones. This heavy blow has more than a thousand catties of strength, even a stone will be broken.

Although the snow-footed beast's carapace is strong, this snow-footed beast is only a low-level six-legged beast, and cannot withstand such a huge force at all.

With a muffled bang, the snowfoot beast's carapace split open, and countless cyan slurry sprayed out in all directions, like sharp arrows.

Dai Yin walked back through the air and landed on the ground.

Wu Mingzhong rushed forward, summoned his sword and shield, and protected Dai Yin behind the shield.

Yin Qingmo's speed was slower, she held up the star pot and recited the incantation silently, a stream of clear light sprayed out from the star pot, cascading down like a waterfall, covering her and Lu Jin inside.

There was only a burst of dense sounds, like a shower, mixed with the sound of burning.

After all the cyan slurry fell, Wu Mingzhong and Yin Qingmo put away the magic weapon.

The surface of the thick and solid sword and shield is full of dense potholes, which are all traces of being eroded by venom.

Before participating in the Taoist battle, they had learned relevant knowledge, and knew that the green blood of the Snowfoot Beast was highly poisonous and extremely corrosive. But only after seeing the real picture, did they know that even the lowest level snowfoot beast is so dangerous, even if it can be easily killed, it can still threaten them.

Looking at the dead snow-footed beast in front of him, Yin Qingmo couldn't help feeling a little scared, and suddenly remembered Jing Jiu, looked worriedly, and found that he was standing not far away, with his white clothes fluttering, not even a bit of venom.

At this time, the mutation regenerates.

From the cracked back shell of the snowfoot beast, a small black figure suddenly jumped out, uttered a strange scream, and fled towards the distance at an extremely fast speed.

Tinger! It's Tinger!

Dai Yin was not surprised when he saw that thing, but even more excited.

Ting Er is a very rare intelligent existence among the middle-level monsters in the Snow Country. It lives in the carapace of the snow-footed beasts and can control hundreds of snow-footed beasts at the same time with voice.

On the battlefield, Tinger's most important mission is to drive the tide-like snowfoot beasts to attack the human army.

The speed of listening to the ear is amazing, and there is no danger other than that.

Who would have thought that in a place far away from the core of the snow country, there is actually a listening ear living in this lowest-level six-legged snow beast.

For them, this is really a matter of great luck.

Dai Yin didn't hesitate, ready to chase and kill this listening ear.

Jing Jiu felt something was wrong and reached out his hand to stop him.

Dai Yin misunderstood that he wanted to grab credit, snorted coldly, pushed his arm away, and fled away.

The Kunlun faction is in Lengshan, and they are best at wind and snow movements.

Dai Yin didn't need to control the sword, he walked away through the air, and within a few breaths, he turned into a small black spot in the distance, catching up with the listening ear.

Blue light illuminates the snow field.

He held the green cable in his hand and pulled it towards the ground.

Suddenly, he let out a scream and fell from the sky.