The Path Toward Heaven

The insidious magic weapon had been chopped into two pieces and fell to the ground like a beheaded poisonous snake.

The two disciples of the Sanqing sect were shocked and furious. They looked at the loose cultivator and shouted, Brother Chen Dao, what do you want to do!

The casual cultivator surnamed Chen turned pale, looked at Liu Shisui in shock and asked, Why are you blocking me?

Liu Shisui said: Kill two of your comrades to silence them, and then help me cover it up, and by the way, blame me for the murder?

The casual cultivator anxiously argued, That's why you believe me, doesn't it?

From a logical point of view, I really should accept it.

Liu Shisui looked at him and said, But I don't like this.

After saying this, two demon fires suddenly ignited deep in his pupils, they were extremely red, and the aura he exuded became extremely wild.

The casual cultivator exclaimed, called out the magic weapon, and wanted to escape by controlling the sky.

Boom boom boom!

More than ten Daoguang fists emerged from Liu Shisui's body, and blasted towards the casual cultivator.

Those fists are not real, black and red are mixed, they are the blood demon skills that were destroyed by the power of demon fire!

The sky is full of demon fists, how can that casual cultivator escape.

There was only a dense sound of heavy leather hitting, and more than ten pits appeared on the surface of Sanxiu's body, and he fell heavily to the ground, and he lost his life immediately.

Liu Shisui looked at the two Sanqing sect disciples.

The disciples of the Sanqing Sect turned pale, but they had no intention of running away. They squeezed the sword formula and said, Although I don't understand why you saved us just now, please do it now!

Liu Shisui asked, Why did you kill me?

The disciples of the Sanqing sect said: A monster like you who betrayed the sect and killed the righteous seniors, of course everyone can punish him!

Liu Shisui said: It makes sense, you are not monsters, so why should I kill you?

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Liu Shisui returned to the town, holding two unconscious Sanqing sect disciples in his hands, like carrying two chickens.

Through the badly damaged carriage, he found the inn where the family lived, and was taken to the room by the horrified shopkeeper.

The door opened, the man rubbed his eyes, and found that it was the immortal master who had saved his family's life just now, he knelt down on the ground with surprise on his face.

The woman also quickly knelt down, pressed the back of the child's head, and kept saying thank you.

Please take care of them, and when they wake up, tell them what happened.

Liu Shisui put the two unconscious Sanqing sect disciples on the floor, left some scattered money, and turned to leave.

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Can't control the sword, the sword light is too conspicuous.

You can't walk either, it's too slow.

Do not go to places that are too lively, as it is easy to be spotted.

You can't walk too quiet and steep cliffs, where it is easy to meet practitioners.

So Liu Shisui chose to run at high speed in the forest not far from the official road.

But what he didn't expect was that it was easy to meet a kind of person in this kind of place: thieves.

He stopped and looked at the dozen or so thieves who were drinking and eating meat around the fire, with a slightly dazed expression.

There was a car behind the thieves, and no corpse was seen, but there was a clear smell of blood.

More than a dozen thieves looked at him in horror and did not speak. They knew very well that those who dared to go alone in such a deep mountain and old forest were definitely not ordinary people.

Liu Shisui asked, Are you robbing goods and killing people?

One of the thieves reacted very quickly and shouted repeatedly: No! Don't dare! We just robbed this cart of silk cloth. The businessman was injured, but he didn't die!

Another thief said in a trembling voice: The merchant is on the official road ten miles away, the immortal master can go and see it!

Liu Shisui's eyes fell on the mutton knives used by those thieves.

There was some blood on those knives, too.

The two thieves showed their blue veins in a hurry, and hissed: Sheep's blood! Absolute sheep's blood!

The two disciples of the Sanqing sect and the dead casual cultivator hadn't had time to inform other places. As long as they didn't make any noise, they should be safe.

At least until the two Sanqing sect disciples wake up tomorrow.

Thinking like this, Liu Shisui was about to leave, but suddenly he thought that the family in the small town would be in danger if they encountered these thieves on the road.

He asked, Who is the leader?

The thieves were anxious, and no one responded, but several of them quietly looked at a man with a face full of flesh.

The man stared back viciously, took the iron knife from the roast lamb, gave a cry of despair, and chopped at Liu Shisui.

With a crisp sound, the leader of the thieves lost his head and fell straight to the ground.

Don't be a bandit in the future, it's bad and dangerous.

Pointing to the headless corpse on the ground, Liu Shisui said to the bandits, Look, it looks like this.

He was about to say something.

The bandits screamed in terror, scattered like birds and beasts, and fled to the depths of the forest.

Liu Shisui thought about it, but didn't pursue him.

His whereabouts are about to be revealed.

He can no longer go to Bulaolin's contact point.

The sky is high and the clouds are light.

Demon fire sprouted from his feet.

The wind picked up, and an afterimage appeared in the mountains and forests.

After a few breaths, he had turned into a small black spot in the next mountain.

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Two days later.

There is a valley under a certain unnamed wild mountain. The mountain is extremely steep and the water is extremely fierce.

There are large and small stones all over the river, and the water waves hit them, making a thunderous sound.

Suddenly there was a dull crashing sound amidst the thunderous sound of water, like a sack full of rice, falling directly from the top of the city onto the street.

After a while, Liu Shisui floated out of the turbulent current, and hid his body in the crevice of the stone with some difficulty, making sure that he would not be discovered by people or exotic birds in the sky.

He was drenched, his face was pale, his clothes were still stained with blood, his chest was slightly sunken, and he was obviously seriously injured.

The sinking of his chest was not caused by a stone in the valley, but by a magic weapon.

Last night he was chased by several strong casual cultivators, and the two sides fought fiercely, and finally he was cornered.

When he was about to be besieged, he gritted his teeth and jumped into an underground river in the mountains.

Those strong casual cultivators didn't dare to continue chasing and killing in such a dark environment, so they had to think again.

The dark river passed through the belly of the mountain range and divided into countless streams, one of which fell out of the cliff of this nameless wild mountain.

He believed that those casual cultivators should not be able to determine their position.

Although he survived by luck, it didn't mean he was safe. He could feel that the danger was still there.

His eyes passed through the cracks in the stone and fell into the sky.

The sword light can be seen faintly in the distance.

I don't know if it's the Qingshan Sect or the Wu'en Sect. This place should not be far from Haizhou, and there is a high possibility of a master of the West Sea Sword Sect.

If he was discovered by the masters of these sects at this time, he would definitely die.

An old scholar suddenly appeared in the valley.

He looked at Liu Shisui in the crevice of the stone and said with emotion, I really don't understand how a person like you has survived till now.

Liu Shisui laughed happily, his teeth were very white.