The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 325

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Well nine floated upward from the bottom of the green pool, saw some debris with bubbles disappearing, and then saw a face.

To be exact, it was a face, on which there were feelings of reluctance, sadness, anger and despair.

Once rebellious evil masters, the final outcome is only the food of a divine beast when he is bored. Of course, this is unacceptable humiliation and disillusionment.

The face swung in the pool and slowly disappeared.

Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu kept his expression unchanged, continued to surface upward, and came to the pond with an iron sword in his hand.

It has been three years since he lost the iron sword in the green pond. The magic thing is that it hasn't disappeared, but the rust on the surface has disappeared a lot. The burning marks left by burning in the snow for six years are smoother by the pond water. This did not make the iron sword shine like a washed silver gun, but more ugly, like excreta.

Jingjiu is not dissatisfied. He has persisted in such a corrosive and toxic pool for three years without being melted, even the immortal flying sword.

He evaporated the poisonous pool water with the sword fire, took out a new white dress, put it on, covered his face with the sword Gang, and then turned and looked at the high cliff.

The cliff was covered with wet moss, which looked like a moldy green ribbon.

The old man stood on the cliff and looked at him condescending. His messy hair fluttered, his expression was indifferent, and the corners of his lips were stained with blood.

Jing Jiu has guessed each other's identity. Only this one can walk freely in the town demon prison, and the two protrusions in each other's messy hair are also obvious.

He went in and out of the demon prison and made very careful arrangements and preparations. The most important thing was not to disturb him. Unexpectedly, he failed.

Who told Zhongzhou pie? Did the man identify himself?

While he was thinking about these things, the danger had come.

The old man had no interest in talking to him.

There is a strong wind rising between the cliffs, whistling and shuttling, sealing the sky like a sharp blade.

The moss was blown off by the wind, and the smelly soil was flying all over the sky.

An unimaginable domineering atmosphere came over the green lake.

Not to mention well nine, even the elders of green mountains and broken sea can't resist this breath.

In the town demon prison, no one can defeat the old man.

When Bu Laolin wanted to assassinate Duke Lu, Duke Lu said that no one could kill himself in Taichang temple. In fact, it was the same truth.

When you move your mind, the world moves.

Who can escape from heaven and earth?

The green water, with the remains of the big demon, attacked Jing Jiu like a rainstorm with hail.

The sword flashed.

In the green rain all over the sky, Jing Jiuhua swam at high speed as a sword light, dodging the shocking attack, and trying to find the weakness in the domineering atmosphere.

The old man stood by the cliff and looked at the figure shuttling through the poisonous rain with no expression.

It's not ordinary people who can hide his perception and enter the bottom of the demon prison.

There was a slight whoosh.

Well nine raised his sword to the sky, broke the poison rain and flew up the cliff.

Looking at this picture, the old man was in a slightly different mood.

This way of controlling the sword was common in ancient times, and few people use it now.

More importantly, Jing Jiu's realm was weaker than he had noticed before. How could he know the biggest secret of Zhenmo prison and dare to come in person?

The old man doesn't want to think again.

No one will think about what ants are thinking.

If you are so weak, you can eat it directly.

The old man stretched out his right hand and grabbed it in the night sky.

An invisible force arises from the dark heaven and earth and comes from all directions, like a net falling in front of the cliff and then closing up.

The flying well nine suddenly stopped in the air and maintained the posture of raising his sword to the sky.

The invisible force acted on him, making his clothes slightly deformed, his body creaked, and his bones seemed to break at any time.

The power came from all directions, so the pool water stained on his body did not fall like rain, but went deeper into his clothes and eroded large or small round holes.

Slightly wet hair drooping, ragged clothes, funny posture, no matter how you look at it, he is very embarrassed and poor in the picture.

The old man stood by the cliff and looked at Jingjiu quietly.

The realm gap is like two people in heaven and earth, at least equal in height.

So is magnanimity.

Jing Jiu was very calm and had no fear in his eyes.

The old man was a little surprised and asked, "are you the ghost?"

Well nine said, "are you the dragon?"

"I know my identity and have no fear. It seems that I have a history."

The old man said expressionless, "I will let you be eaten in the best condition to show my respect for your school."