MTL - The Path Toward Heaven-v9 Chapter 5 Heaven and earth

The peaks of the green mountains were bathed in the morning light, and the Xijian Creek was glowing with golden light, like a whip.

The new disciple ushered in the first day.

They just woke up standing by the stream, watching the beautiful scenery and talking about it. Of course, the most talked about was that Grandmaster Jingyang used this whip to tie up the White Blade Fairy and then killed her with the Qingshan sword formation.

Hundreds of years later, few people knew Xue Ji’s role in that shocking battle, and no one knew that the real whip had been taken away by Liu Shisui when Liu Shisui was soaring. What is left here is just a true story. Stream.

When the morning sun rose completely from a distance, more than 20 new disciples, led by two masters, left Xijian Pavilion and went to Jianfeng, which was surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, and looked scary.

"According to the rules of the old years, all new disciples must go up the mountain to find the sword by themselves, until the true head of the head issued an order last night, and put the sword search in the first item, and we will take the journey to the peak. Your luck That's great."

A teacher looked at the young disciples and said with a smile.

This is already the height of the sword peak. The clouds and the fierce sword intent are all lined up by the sword charms held in the hands of another teacher. The young disciples can stay, but listening to the iron eagle cry from the peak, They were still taken aback.

The two teachers and their disciples came to a cliff and ran down. The disciples did not know why, and bowed to bow. A teacher said with a sense of yearning and admiration: "The real man of the twelfth lunar month has cultivated an acquired invisible sword body here..."

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Zuxing Seaside.

Two arcs of sword light slashed towards the wheelchair silently.

Shen Qingshan didn't look back, as if not aware of it.

Qinger saw his eyes, they were so quiet, but there were countless thunders in the deepest.

There was infinite terror in her heart.

If she was in Chaotian Continent at this time and saw those thunderstorms on the top of Bihu Peak, she would know that it was the same.

Boom! There was no time to react, the thunderstorms implied by the sword exploded in her consciousness.

Shen Qingshan's calm eyes turned into indifference.

Qing'er's spiritual body was suddenly weak, and he let out a whine, and he was worried about his life.

The sword light on the beach suddenly stopped, and a hand could be seen faintly stretched out.

Qinger was summoned back.

Affected by this, Zhao Layue's sword power is slightly stagnant.

The Chuzijian that emerged from the sand slapped it horizontally and was slapped to the ground by the invisible force, unable to move.

Jian Guang constricted slightly, she appeared on the side of the wheelchair, holding the Qingtian Jian and smashing it down.

The blue sky mirror fell like a mountain, and a flame suddenly stretched out among the dark and complicated patterns.

There is a red carp out of the fire!

Shen Qingshan finally moved.

He turned his head and glanced.

Numerous cracks appeared on the spirit body of the red carp suddenly, and it let out a painful howl, recalling the worst experience in the East China Sea Tongtian killing array hundreds of years ago, and wagging back with extreme fear.

The already grown-up King Fire Carp is a real beast, and also Zhao Layue's strongest follower hidden in Qingtianjian. He still couldn't stop Shen Qingshan's glance and returned in a fiasco!

Shen Qingshan's sight passed through the shadow brought by Qingtianjian and Qingtianjian itself, and fell on Zhao Layue.

The invisible sword body was suddenly broken by the endless sword intent between heaven and earth!

Zhao Layue flew upside down and landed on the beach, knelt on one knee, spouting blood.

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The sky to the west was unusually red, as if blood. The tallest Tianguang Peak was red and warm, and there was a sea of ​​bamboo outside a certain cave, as if it had been lit, and each tall and straight bamboo was like a burning sword.

A dispute is taking place deep in the bamboo forest. A young disciple stood there with his head down, listening to the lessons of the seniors.

"How dare you cut bamboo! What do you think?"

The disciple whispered: "I just wanted to make a bamboo bed, and I was..."

"I was caught? Do you know that it was caught?" A senior man looked at him angrily and said, "Don't you know that this is the holy land of our Qingshan Sect? Who dares to move these bamboos casually?"

The disciple was a little dissatisfied and said, "The rules did not say that the bamboo here cannot be cut."

Another senior smiled with anger, and asked, "Do you know who planted the bamboo here? This is what Saint Liu planted here back then. You should also use it?"

The young disciple couldn't help it anymore, and said, "Isn't it just a bamboo? Sage Liu is not our Qingshan Sect, so why is this."

The senior sneered, and said, "Go to the spiritual world and ask anyone to see how Sage Liu is related to my Qingshan Sect. And do you know who he grows these bamboos for? Just ask. Don't be muddled."

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Liu Shisui didn't know that the younger generation of Qingshan Sect was arguing about the bamboo he planted.

If he knew this, he would definitely think that the young disciple's cutting some bamboo was nothing.

A few clusters of Cuizhu have long been turned into a sea of ​​bamboos, a famous scene of Tianguang Peak.

There is only one son, so where is it used so much.

As for that young disciple was a little bit muddled... he was even less qualified to have any opinions.

He is a guy who seems to be calm and even dull, but he is more muddled than anyone when he really encounters things.

For example, now he is standing in front of a wheelchair, looking at Patriarch as if he did nothing, Qing'er's spiritual body was almost shattered, watching the fire carp king return in horror, watching Zhao Layue's invisible sword body being broken and seriously wounded... ...But he still didn't even think about it, took out the magic weapon and smashed it at the ancestor.

It is very rare to use magic treasures in front of him at such a close distance.

Of course, those magic weapons are the highest level and most powerful existence in Chaotian Continent, which is very rare.

What was even more shocking was that he actually sacrificed all the magic weapons at the same time.

The purest Buddha light and the fiercest demon flame emerged from behind him, turning into a dozen arms.

A magic weapon is held on each arm.

The missing corner of the Seal of the Underworld, the remnant whip, the broken flag, the dragon's tail inkstone, the Guancheng pen... like a torrential rain, it fell towards the wheelchair.

A cowardly Fuer Sword flashed from his lips and shot at Shen Qingshan's eyebrows.

Boom boom boom boom! The waves of horror aura exploded on the beach, and the magic weapon shone like fireworks.

I don't know how long it took before everything finally calmed down.

The magic weapon light was not confined, the more than ten arms formed by the Buddha light and the magic flame gradually collapsed and then disappeared.

Liu Shisui retreated into the sea, pale, and suddenly spouted a mouthful of blood.

The sea water was ignited immediately, forming a mist.

Shen Qingshan in a wheelchair can be vaguely seen in the fog.

The wheels of the wheelchair sank a little toward the beach.

Shen Qingshan didn't change anything, looking at Liu Shisui in the flames of the sea, there was a touch of appreciation in his eyes.

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The morning light ignited the bamboo sea of ​​Tianguang Peak and the black jade plate among the peaks.

That is where Shangdefeng once existed.

There used to be sword prisons and hidden peaks, all of which no longer exist.

Shigou has worked and lived here for many years, Ah Da has been a frequent grave robber here, and Xue Ji has been a prisoner.

The Shangde Peak was black, but covered with snow, and looked rather monotonous.

Only few people know that Tong Yan has stayed here for many years.

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The wave of the collapse of the solar system sword array has gone away, and Mars has returned to its former desolation.

Yuanqu and Yushan sat between the cliffs and rocks, looked at each other, and suddenly remembered the scene of the first night talk in Shangdefeng many years ago.

It is easier for humans to look back at the old things at certain moments.

For example, when something big happens.

They were very worried about Jing Jiu and those guys going to the ancestor star, as well as the corpse dog.

Sitting on the ground cross-legged, she continued to calculate with her head lowered, her face getting paler and paler, feeling puzzled.

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The beach is white.

The eyebrows are black, even if they are lighter.

The black chess pieces all over the sky are turning white.

It is not an illusion caused by sunlight, but the erosion of sword intent.

Tong Yan's chess skills are higher than that of Bird Mother, and she is far better than her in this respect, but she still can't do it.

All the black chess pieces in the sky turned white and stood still.

"Something interesting." Shen Qingshan said.

The chess pieces all over the sky were shredded by sword intent, and fell down, like snow on Mount Defeng.

Tong Yan slowly sat back on the beach, her face paler than snow.

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No young disciple can get his own sword.

They left Jianfeng under the leadership of the teacher, but did not go back to wash the sword pavilion, but went to a small building.

There are many portraits in the small building, most of them are real people in charge of the generations, and there are some ancestors who have made great contributions to the Qingshan Sect and are famous in the history of spiritual practice.

The last portrait is of course Zhuo Rusui, the former head of the ascension.

The young disciples looked at the middle-aged man in the portrait, feeling a little strange in their hearts, but did not dare to say anything.

"Do you think Master Zhuo is drooping his eyelids, as if he is not awake?" The teacher said with a smile.

The young disciples were afraid to answer.

The teacher shook his head and said: "Where does Patriarch Zhuo care what you think, let's salute."

The young disciples hurriedly knelt down and paid homage to Zhuo Rusui in the portrait, pure and pure.

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Zhuo Rusui has been sitting on the beach for some time.

Those sand towers were destroyed, and he was robbed of his spirit by the ancestor's sword intent, and he couldn't do anything more.

He watched Tan Zhen person coming, Tan Zhen person leaving, Jing Jiu and these guys came, and then started chatting. He was already sleepy, his eyelids drooped very badly, as if he was going to fall asleep next moment.

A cultivator does not need to rest for a long time, let alone sleepy, not to mention that he is an immortal who has soared.

Those guys knew that when he was sleepy, it meant only two possibilities.

He wanted to avoid something.

Or he will kill someone in the next moment.

So at this moment, he is drooping his eyelids, what is the reason?

I don’t know if I sensed the distant Chaotian Continent. Those disciples who had just started knelt in front of his portrait. Zhuo Rusui raised his head, opened his eyes completely, let out a helpless sigh, and stretched out into the wheelchair. hand.

Countless delicate sword intents left his fingers, forming a heaven-bearing sword formation at an extremely fast speed.

Everything here is the sword intent of the ancestor, and it is united with his heart. Then according to Jing Jiu's statement in Dayuan City, this is a sword formation of all things.

How can we crack the sword array of all things? He wanted to use Chengtian Sword Array to try.

Yes, Zhuo Rusui is no longer sleepy, but he dare not think about whether he can kill the Patriarch, just want to try.

At least, he didn't escape anymore.

Sure enough, when the sword intent left his fingers and formed the Heavenly Sword, he felt a clear stagnation, which meant that he finally really touched the sword formation of all things.

Countless lines appeared on the beach, woven into a net.

The invisible sword net eroded around at an unimaginable speed and came to him.

The clothes were shattered, and the messy sword intent appeared on the fairy body, deep into the bone.

Zhuo Rusui did not cough up blood, because the blood flowed out of those sword mouths and lit the beach.

Those sand grains were quickly burned into glass-like things, because of the impurities inside, it looked a little dirty.

He looked at those things, sighed, his eyelids drooped again.

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At this point, several people who used to be formal disciples of the Green Mountain Sect have all shot.

There is another person who did not produce a sword.

The undisputed number one human being in the contemporary Chaotian Continent.

Peng Lang holding the sword, walked towards the ancestor.

He didn't use the ghost swordsmanship that Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui and others had detailed.

He didn't use the Qingshan swordsmanship Jing Jiu taught him that night, nor did he even use the swordsmanship without grace.

His footsteps landed on the beach, the speed was not fast, the footprints were very clear, but the sky was full of sword intent but could not stop him.

Seeing this scene, Jian Xian Ensheng's expression changed slightly.

Many years ago, Wuenmen was still closing the mountain.

Zhenren Bai set up an ambush in the old tomb, hurting Jing Jiu.

Then the two went to another place to continue fighting.

Emperor Xiao walked out of the mausoleum and met a young disciple who hadn't gotten good enough for more than a hundred years.

That young disciple is Peng Lang.

At that time, he walked towards Emperor Xiao in this way and pierced the sword in his hand.

Emperor Xiao died like that, turning into yellow leaves in the sky.

On Mars not long ago, he was seriously injured by Chen Ya's bureau, and that's how he came back.

Regardless of whether the person in front was fighting the goddess or the ancestor, or his own ancestor, he stabbed it with this sword.

Peng Lang walked to the wheelchair and stabbed it with a sword.

Shen Qingshan's expression became obviously serious.

He really shot for the first time.

Two thin fingers appeared in the air, pinching the sword light.

Two mountains cannot be used to describe it, because the mountains are absolutely impossible to block this sword—the sword seems ordinary, but it was picked by Ping Yongjia in Jianfeng, and the person holding the sword was Peng Lang.

Those **** are like heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth unite.

In fact, they did not meet, and the sword was caught at a distance.

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There was a soft snap.

The sword bends more and more, suddenly breaks, and then shatters into countless pieces.

The fragmentation continued until the hilt of the sword, and then spread to Peng Lang's hand holding the sword.

I don't know why, the fragmentation ends here, without moving forward.

Shen Qingshan retracted his sight.

The sea breeze was blowing his gray hair.

His body looked so thin and weak.

His divine consciousness is so powerful and invincible.

Earth-shattering.

Unprecedented.

　　

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