The Path Toward Heaven

That's it.

Jing Jiu scanned with his sword sense to confirm that there was no dangerous aura within the ten-mile radius.

But now he couldn't be sure of this - he felt something was wrong that day, but he didn't find the iron nematode.

No matter whether he was fighting against ascetics or snow country monsters, he had very little combat experience.

Yin Qingmo glanced at the sky, took out the star pot and put it on the ground.

It might be cloudless tonight, and she wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to soak up some starlight.

There are more than ten stars in the star pot, which can help practitioners replenish their true energy and blood energy, but they haven't encountered any battles in the past few days, so there is no need to take them out.

Wu Mingzhong called out the sword shield and put it on the snow in the middle.

Lu Jin recited the mantra silently, and a bright yellow flame left his hand, landed on the sword and shield and began to burn, illuminating the increasingly dark surroundings.

This flame could burn until early tomorrow morning, bringing some warmth and possibly some danger.

Jing Jiu didn't object to him lighting the fire, because he knew that psychological needs are sometimes very important.

This is a very useful defensive formation.

The star pot can emit a clear light formation to protect the three at any time, and the sword shield and open flame can cooperate with one attack and one defense.

Jing Jiu stood outside, not intending to sit in.

The three of Yin Qingmo got used to it and said nothing. They closed their eyes, held the spar and began to adjust their breath.

As the night darkened, the snow clouds gradually dispersed, and the starlight fell and entered the star pot extremely slowly. It would take a long time to integrate a single drop.

The farther you go deep into the snow field, the fewer snow clouds, this is very different from the previous cognition, I don't know what this means.

Jing Jiu looked at the stars in the night sky and thought about these things.

He didn't know Zenzi's evaluation of himself.

There were several reasons why he didn't want to leave that mountain, laziness was just one of them, the key was that he didn't feel good.

He has always thought that feeling is the most unreliable statement.

Only when you can't deduce and calculate the situation clearly, will you say the word feeling.

Just like what he said when he was playing chess with Tong Yan.

When it feels like the word comes out of his mouth, it shows that he doesn't understand the current situation, which is of course not a good thing.

In other words, as long as he feels it, he feels bad.

Bad things always happen.

Many years ago, the senior brother said this to him.

There was another reason why he stayed on the mountain.

He wanted to determine the positions of the remaining nine Qingshan disciples participating in the Taoist battle and the direction of their team.

Only in this way can he figure out how he can bring them back in the shortest time if something happens.

It had nothing to do with responsibility, just something he was supposed to do.

You open a private school in the village, and take the students out for an outing, so you have to stare at the trees by the stream, ready to pick them up or catch them at any time.

It is not right to say that there is no sense of responsibility at all.

Why should iron nematodes that should not appear in the south of the snow field appear before his eyes? Why haven't others encountered it?

What is waiting for him in the depths of the snow field ahead? The world is about to change?

Yes, he thought it was all about him.

If he let others know what he was thinking at this time, he would definitely find it particularly absurd—how could there be such a narcissistic person in the world?

Even if you are the head of the Zhongzhou sect or a Zen master, you are not qualified to say such things.

Jing Jiu didn't think so.

The biggest movement in the world in the millennium was caused by him.

Nothing happened in Chaotian Continent because he had made sufficient preparations in advance.

But the sea that his friend has been staring at in a daze all year round has undergone extremely terrifying changes, even the direction of the maelstrom has changed.

If he didn't come to Xueyuan, he didn't need to think about these things. Since he came, he had to take it.

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The night wind was extremely cold, and there was not a single weed on the ground, only the snow that never melted all year round.

Jing Jiu took out the bamboo chair and sat down, held the egg in front of his eyes, and observed quietly.

The mist-like film is a little hard, and the inside can be faintly seen.

There was no movement inside the egg, but he knew that the thing was still alive, so he found it interesting.

This is really a strange life that can survive for such a long time in a place that is isolated from the air and the vitality of the world.

You must know that in Qingshan Township, only Yuan Gui can do this.

Is its vitality really so tenacious, or does this film play a protective role?

He stretched out his index finger and stroked the film lightly, the film split like a drum skin, and then withered and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the picture inside the egg.

It was a small pure white beetle with six extremely slender legs, a small head half-shrinked in the body shell.

Its body is translucent, and the simple internal structure can be faintly seen.

The little beetle was stiff and motionless, with no breath, and no heartbeat like that of humans and monsters. It should be dead.

survived.

Jing Jiu's consciousness fell on the little beetle.

The little beetle came alive.

Its six slender legs trembled rapidly, as if it wanted to prove that it had worked hard to come alive.

Jing Jiu put the little beetle in, took it out after a while, and found that it was still alive, and found it even more interesting.

He flipped.

The small beetle fell to the snow with the cold wind.

It is white in color with the snow, and it is difficult to find it mixed together.

The little beetle slowly stretched out its six thin legs and crawled towards the distance.

Jing Jiu ignored it.

The little beetle stopped there, as if judging something, and finally crawled back to the bamboo chair.

Jing Jiu looked at it.

Sensing his will, the little beetle didn't dare to disobey, flipped over with a snap, opened its six legs, and exposed its abdomen.

Jing Jiu looked at it seriously, his eyes kept moving away from its body and joints.

The little beetle trembled.

It has no spiritual consciousness, and it has just been born, but it feels extreme fear instinctively.

Because wherever Jing Jiu can see, they are all the weakest places of their species.

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Regarding the discussions about Meihui Daoist War, Jing Jiu is now the central figure, and even Luo Huainan is mentioned much less often than him.

Not because he outperformed everyone, but because he didn't perform at all.

It was later proved that the death of the Kunlun disciple had nothing to do with him, but it still had some influence.

In the snowfield from Chaoge City to the north of Mohai, I don't know how many people are talking about him, and of course they will also mention the iron nematode that shouldn't have appeared.

Although we haven't encountered iron worms yet, this place is gradually approaching the forbidden area of ​​Snow Country, and we may encounter trouble at any time.

Bai Zao said: In the future, you may need to hang the bell for a long time to check the enemy. It will consume a lot of spiritual energy. Can you hold it?

The female disciple of Xuanling Sect said: I need to rest for four hours every day.

Okay, I'll take over for the next four hours. Thank you for your hard work. Bai Zao looked to the other side and said, In the situation like before, you should move your sword a little slower and make sure Brother Mo completes the control first. The snow worm doesn't have a carapace, but it's covered in mucus, so it's hard to cut it off with a single sword.

clear.

Qingshan disciple Yao Songshan was also in this team.

Here is a snow hill, and there is a black mountain shadow looming in front of it, but it is still far away.

Bai Zao was sitting, and her four companions were standing around, listening carefully to her plan.

The breeze and snow fluttered the white gauze on her face.

It's cold and snowy, far away from the world, and I don't know where she brought the stool.