The Path Toward Heaven

In the infinite and empty universe, the sword fire on Jing Jiu's fingertips is as faint as a firefly, but still very eye-catching.

The huge shadow was detected instantly, and the strong wave swept back at an unimaginable speed, confirming the existence and location of Jing Jiu.

Countless tentacles began to squirm, and under the light of the red fireball behind it, an extremely evil feeling arose.

Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu felt familiar again, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

Just when he was about to cut off those ugly and obviously dangerous tentacles, the strong fluctuation seemed to become some kind of invisible force field, making the whole space sticky, let alone swinging the sword light, even the body could not move.

Jing Jiu knew that he had made a mistake. He underestimated the opponent's strength, or in other words, he didn't count the opponent's fighting style.

The extraterrestrial demon was obviously not going to catch him, but was going to destroy him directly.

An evil and powerful consciousness landed on Jing Jiu's body, grabbing his soul.

If the soul is a real thing, it has been covered with extremely thick frost at this time, and it will be torn into pieces by that consciousness in the next moment.

For other human ascendants, at this moment, there is no way to fight against this extremely powerful spiritual consciousness.

But Jing Jiu had experienced a more powerful spiritual consciousness before, and his divine soul has undergone two transformations, so it is many times tougher than other ascenders.

Instead of being obliterated by the evil consciousness of the extraterritorial demon, he launched a counterattack.

Two extremely bright sword lights were deep in his eyes, like fish jumping out of the sea, illuminating the eyelashes and everything in front of him.

The universe is still dead silent, but somewhere there seems to be a loud bang.

The extraterritorial celestial demon trembled slightly, and the countless tentacles on its body trembled at a faster speed, emitting countless smoke and dust, which looked like spore mist ejected from mushrooms.

The evil and terrifying consciousness receded, and the strong fluctuation disappeared without a trace, as if the viscous space had returned to normal, and Jing Jiu could move.

Here he can't use the All Things Sword Formation. With the opponent's defense and huge body, it is difficult to cause real damage with the sword light. How should he fight?

A ray of sword light flew into the huge shadow.

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The shadow was illuminated from time to time, and a certain part of the surface was occasionally a little transparent, and Jing Jiu could faintly be seen flying inside at the fastest speed.

Countless tentacles fell off one after another, silently bursting into sparks in the dark universe.

That evil and powerful consciousness still pursued him coldly, without any surprise or fear.

That peaceful and stern sword intent seemed to disappear from time to time when it was crushed, but it would always reappear.

It didn't take long for everything to stand still.

Those tentacles stopped moving and floated like water plants.

The extraterritorial celestial demon also remained silent, floating quietly in the universe.

Suddenly, it shook.

The extraterritorial celestial demon turned into countless fragments and sprayed away in all directions without any breath.

That evil and powerful consciousness also disappeared.

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Dust floats in the universe, moving away from everywhere.

Somewhat like a picture from the beginning of ancient times.

Jing Jiu looked at the fragments of the corpses of the extraterrestrial demons who had left with him at the center, his pale face showed exhaustion.

The white clothes were shattered, and along with the fragments, there were wounds all over his body that glowed with a gloomy aura, and the sword essence had been exhausted.

The most troublesome thing was that his sword consciousness was destroyed too much by that evil consciousness. At this moment, his mind was dizzy, and he might fall asleep or die at any time.

This was his first battle after ascension, it didn't take long, there was no sound, but it was more difficult than any battle he encountered in Chaotian Continent. This is also the closest he has been to death in his two lives, because the opponent is really powerful, and also because he made two wrong judgments in a row.

When he checked the body of the first extraterrestrial demon, he discovered that the cocoon-like thing in the opponent's body was a place to store energy.

Those energies were frozen into ice cubes by Xue Ji, so it was not sure whether they belonged to the immortal qi and the vitality of heaven and earth, but it should be usable.

Xue Ji flies in the extremely cold universe and doesn't need any supplements at all, but he doesn't.

According to the original calculation, after he killed the opponent, he would use the energy in the silkworm cocoon to replenish it.

Unexpectedly, this extraterritorial celestial demon chose to self-destruct in advance before he was bound to die.

All those cocoon-like things turned into light and heat in the universe, which brought him even greater harm.

Didn't you even count this? A voice sounded in Jing Jiu's consciousness.

A blue smoke floated out of his body, it didn't dissipate, but gradually twisted and deformed, and finally turned into a small person.

That villain was dressed in green clothes, with clear eyebrows and a friendly smile, he was the real Taiping.

In the ancestral hall of the Zhang Mansion in Qingtian Jianli, a stick of incense has been offered for a long time, and no one knows what it is for.

A few days ago, Tianjing Jiu went to Qingtian Jian, and did not take away the stick of incense, but took the smoke.

He glanced at Taiping Daoist, Why did you come out?

Daoist Taiping looked into his eyes: Your sword sense is seriously injured, and your Dao heart is hard to keep, so I will come out naturally.

Jing Jiu said in his heart: I really didn't think it was not afraid of death, and seemed to want to die.

Daoist Taiping sneered slightly: After living two lifetimes, haven't you seen those so-called people with lofty ideals who seek their own death?

Jing Jiu shook his head: Those people know that they are bound to die, so they want to live a happy and peaceful life, but this extraterrestrial demon is extremely powerful, and it can live for many years, even worse than Yuan Gui. Why is it not afraid of death? It even asks for death?

The extraterrestrial demon misjudged his spiritual strength, and he also misjudged the other party's cold will, otherwise he wouldn't have been injured so badly.

Master Taiping was thoughtful: Maybe this is why they are called Heavenly Demons.

But in the end I was proven right.

Jing Jiu looked at the little man formed by the green smoke, So many people followed you, now it seems that they all died for nothing.

He made a fairy talisman on the bamboo chair to restore the barrier of the Chaotian Continent, and he and Xue Ji killed so many demons from outside the territory.

To be precise, Jing Jiu brought him up to let him see these scenes.

The world was colder and weirder than he had imagined, and it was indeed dangerous, but it didn't seem impossible to fight against.

Countless people in the Chaotian Continent for hundreds of years, including Master Bai, Du Haiseng, and virtuous elders of various sects, have embarked on a road of no return because they believed in his views.

Now it seems that this is really all wrong?

Daoist Taiping glanced at him: Don't you realize that you are much weaker?

Jing Jiu looked calm: It means this world is lower.

Daoist Taiping smiled slightly: Unfortunately, you are going to die.

The red fireball is too far away from here, it is very difficult to replenish the immortal energy and repair the injuries in the body through it.

I can sleep here for another few hundred years.

What is a year?

Daoist Taiping's Tsing Yi suddenly floated up, and the sleeves of his clothes turned into blue smoke again.

Jing Jiu guessed what he was going to do, his eyes were slightly cold.

No need, you can live for a few more years.

Then what is a year?

The clothes flutter again, and the green smoke is moving.

Daoist Taiping stretched out his hands and gently pushed him towards the red fireball.

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After an unknown amount of time, Daoist Taiping stopped, his body below the waist was completely blurred.

The flame spit out by the red fireball looks more real here, and feels more clearly, it is indeed immortal energy.

At this distance, he only needs three thousand thoughts to recover.

What the real Taiping said is right. In this universe as silent as a giant tomb, how can there be years?

Only read.

Jing Jiu's sword consciousness gradually calmed down, his tiredness gradually grew, and he was about to fall into samadhi. He looked at Daoist Taiping and said, Brother, goodbye.

That blue smoke is a ray of soul of Daoist Taiping, which cannot be revived, and it can be preserved for about ten years in Qingtian Jian and Wanwu Yijian.

Now of course he couldn't live anymore.

Daoist Taiping smiled, suddenly sensed something, looked somewhere in the universe, lost his mind for a moment, and murmured: It's so beautiful...

Jing Jiu also looked over and said, Yes.

It was a worthwhile trip.

Seeing this spectacular scene, Taiping Daoist was deeply moved and dissipated.

Jing Jiu fell into a coma.

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There are countless stars in the universe.

Tens of thousands of burning flying swords flew among them.

In a short time, those flaming flying swords came before the red fireball and surrounded the pair of brothers.

The flying sword stopped, and the flame retracted its tail, showing its true appearance.

Each flying sword is a battleship that is more than ten miles long, and its surface is covered with off-white metal, but it doesn't reflect much light.

Tens of thousands of flying swords are tens of thousands of warships.

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(At the end of the seventh volume... Taiping saw it! I saw the battleship! I must let you know this! There is a short testimonial at the end.)