The Path Toward Heaven

Hearing the name, Jing Jiu was a little surprised. In ancient times, the highest god emperor had a national seal made of fine jade from outside the sky. Later, the national seal was lost, and by chance, it was obtained by the ancestor of the Zhongzhou sect. He solved it into two with the Supreme Mysterious Art. After countless years in Yunmeng Mountain, he refined it into two magic weapons, called the Wanli Seal. After the ancestor of the Zhongzhou School ascended to the ascension, Wanlixi stayed in Yunmeng Mountain. It is said that it has the supreme supernatural power to travel through space.

Even if Bai Zao is the most beloved only daughter of the Zhongzhou faction head couple, it is still surprising to have such a treasure.

If other practitioners were to know about this matter, and they were in the current environment, they might be tempted to kill people and seize treasures.

But she told Jing Jiu like this.

Jing Jiu asked, Why don't you leave?

In the beginning, I wanted to be like you. If the Zhongzhou faction is in danger, I can help, and then leave.

I didn't expect the situation to change suddenly, she said.

There is actually another reason why she didn't leave.

If she is in danger, she can help Jing Jiu to leave.

But just at that moment, her bamboo talisman lit up.

That was the signal from the elder brother.

Luo Huainan is such a proud person, he would ask for help on his own initiative, and he must be facing an extremely dangerous situation at this time.

Under such circumstances, how could she leave?

I see, sit down.

As soon as the words fell, Jing Jiu wielded his sword and headed towards the depths of the cold mist.

Bai Zao didn't expect his decision to be so sudden, a little surprised, subconsciously reached out and grabbed his belt.

The speed of the iron sword became faster and instantly turned into a black line. Those precious lights in the sky were quickly covered by heavy cold fog and could no longer be seen.

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The morning sun has risen, and its red and warm light shines on the clouds and mists around the fence.

The highest palace in Xishan could no longer be as peaceful as it was a few days ago, shrouded in a tense and depressive atmosphere.

Whether it is the abbot of Baotong Temple or the head of the Kunlun School, their faces are ugly.

The thousand-mile map placed in front of the head elders has lost its effect, and the cold fog covering the mountains has cut off their sight.

A flying chariot landed outside the fence, and the commander of Qing Tiansi walked in with a dignified expression, and said, The preliminary count is complete.

He Guogong suddenly raised his head and asked, How much?

The commander of the Qingtian Division said: Forty-three, the number may rise.

Hearing these words, the room became dead silent, and the atmosphere became even more depressing.

Mei Hui Dao battle is indeed dangerous, but when did such a situation happen?

In just one morning, more than forty contestants died like this!

Although those contestants are still very young and their level is not high, they are all gifted disciples who are mainly cultivated by various sects, and they can be said to be the future of the orthodox practice world.

No matter how you look at it, such a loss can be called tragic.

He Guogong took a deep breath and said, Fortunately, Zenzi reminded me in time, otherwise I'm afraid more people will die in this thick fog.

The abbot of Baotong Temple said in a low voice: What is this fog? Why is it so weird? It is said that today's fog is colder than the previous day?

That's right, and today the fog is very thick, and there is no sign of it dispersing. It is very difficult to find everyone.

Commander Qingtian Division said.

He Guogong looked at the head of the Kunlun School, Nan Wang and others, and asked, Can I go in again?

Before the head of Kunlun and Nan Wang and the others could reply, the commander shook his head and said, The wind above the snow field is also affected by the strange fog, and it is more violent than usual. The Dharma boats of various factions can no longer hold on, let alone go inside.

The red and warm light passed through the railings and windows, and fell on the heads and elders, but they didn't feel any warmth, they only felt cold.

The mountains tens of thousands of miles away were countless times colder.

If they can't move forward, what about those young disciples who have already gone deep into the mountains?

Especially the team of Luo Huainan and Tonglu, they have gone too far...

Commander Qing Tiansi looked down at the magic weapon and said to everyone, Master Du Hai has already entered.

Hearing these words, the face of the elders of the Zhongzhou faction improved a little. The head of the Lvtang of Guocheng Temple took action himself, and should be able to save a few people.

He Guogong said: The leader of Fengdao and the commander of Zhenbei Shenjun received the order, and they are also going inside at this time.

Be quick, or I'm afraid they might be trapped in it too.

The head of Kunlun said in a cold voice: Don't think I'm scaremongering. The chill in the fog is even unbearable to the cold birds I sent. How long can they last?

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Deep in the mountains, the cold fog is extremely thick, and the thick fog is extremely cold.

Two powerful auras appeared, and the strong wind howled, bringing up snow and gravel all over the ground, and dispersed the dense fog into a space of tens of feet.

The commander of Zhenbei Shenjun and the master of Fengdao came hand in hand and looked at each other.

These two northern powerhouses have disliked each other for many years, but when they looked at each other today, there was no irony, only surprise.

This cold mist is so strange that even they feel that the movement of the true essence in their bodies is a bit stagnant, how can those young disciples bear it?

As for the two teams of Luohuainan and Tonglu, there were still survivors, they had given up any hope.

The cold fog in front suddenly deformed.

Du Haiseng came out of the fog with two people, Tonglu and one of his companions.

The companion was already unconscious, but Tonglu was still awake, struggling constantly, shouting: Let me down! Let me down!

Du Haiseng let go of his hand, Tonglu fell to the snow, got up with difficulty, and staggered towards the fog.

There was a crisp sound!

The master of Fengdao slapped him to the ground, and shouted in a deep voice: It's extremely cold over there, we can't stay for too long, do you want to court death!

Luo Huainan is still inside!

Tonglu struggled and wanted to stand up, and said in a trembling voice: I'm going to save him, I'm going to save him.

The leader of Fengdao and the commander of Zhenbei Shenjun looked at each other, a little puzzled.

The relationship between the Zhongzhou faction and the West Sea Sword faction is easing, but it is by no means close. What's more, the competition between Luohuainan and Tonglu in this road war is extremely fierce. It is precisely because of this that their team will go deep into the north of the mountains. Why is Tonglu acting as if he and Luo Huainan are life and death friends?

He had an accident just to save me, how could I leave him alone!

Tonglu slapped his face like crazy: I want face!

The master of Feng Dao frowned slightly, knocked him unconscious with a palm, looked at Duhai Monk and asked, Master, how is the situation over there?

The sea monk's brows were covered with frost, and he said sadly: Extreme cold is only one side, there are other strange things. Every time I take a step, I feel uneasy.

The leader of Fengdao and the commander of the Zhenbei Shenjun looked at each other again, shocked to think that even the chief of the law hall of Guocheng Temple couldn't hold the Zen mind?

It seems that Luo Huainan cannot be saved, let's go.

The leader of Fengdao said solemnly.

The commander of Zhenbei Shenjun said: Wait a minute, there is still Bai Zao.

Du Haiseng sighed and said, There is also Jing Jiu.

Before entering the cold mist, they each received requests that they could not shirk.

The commander of the Zhenbei Divine Army is an official of the imperial court, so he is naturally close to the Zhongzhou faction.

Du Haiseng was even instructed by Chan Zi himself to take care of Jing Jiu.

The leader of Fengdao looked at the commander of Zhenbei Shenjun and said, The Zhongzhou faction said that Bai Zao had a positioning magic weapon?

The commander of Zhenbei Shenjun said: I didn't find it, it should be too far away.

The leader of Fengdao felt that it was very troublesome, and said: Obviously that Qingshan disciple named Jing Jiu was the first to discover the problem, why did they run in instead?

No one knows the answer.

The cold fog gradually gathered again, and there was a faint aura in the depths of the fog.

The master of Fengdao's expression changed suddenly, and he said, I can't stay here any longer.

The monk crossing the sea looked at the other side of the cold fog and sighed again, the rosary in his hand shone brightly, illuminating the way ahead.

The master of Fengdao and the commander of the Zhenbei Shenjun respectively mentioned Tonglu and the other young disciple who was unconscious, sacrificed magic weapons to break through the cold fog, walked away through the air, and returned to the cloud boat of the Zhongzhou faction.

The elders of the Zhongzhou faction found that Luo Huainan and Bai Zao had not come back with them, and their expressions became extremely ugly.

But he knew that the situation was tense now, so he didn't say anything, and ordered the cloud boat to break through the strong wind and fly towards the south.

Du Haiseng whispered a few words to the elder of the Zhongzhou School, walked back to the side of the cloud boat, and looked down at the snowy mountains and mountains.

There is no sound, nothing, and the mountains have disappeared, only the boundless cold fog.

The whiteness is really clean.

Tonglu woke up and looked at the clouds above.

The clouds were blown into chaos by the violent wind, changing into countless shapes, but it didn't change his eyes in any way.

The severely frostbited fingers should be extremely itchy at this moment, but it also didn't make any change in his eyes.

There was no expression in his eyes, and he was just thinking about the scenes of that moment.

The terrifying snow worm, the tragic death of his companion, his own despair, the tall figure of Luo Huainan appeared.

Finally, that tall figure disappeared into the black hole-like worm's mouth.

You must survive.

Tonglu's face was pale, and he said to himself: Otherwise, what's the point if I beat you like this?

I don't know if he was concentrating on the Dao fight and didn't pay attention to the external situation, or he was overly frightened and in a daze, but he didn't know that this year's Dao fight was the first place Jing Jiu.

Du Haiseng glanced at him, feeling the same doubts as the leader of Fengdao.

Jing Jiu was the first to sense the danger, why did he go into the fog, and now he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead?