(The typos in the previous chapters have been corrected. If you see typos, please remind me in this chapter. You should have seen it a long time ago. I will read every chapter in this chapter...)

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Hundreds of flames gradually disappeared, like Mars dissipating in the wind.

That evil cultivator should be a very famous figure. He has been hiding at the bottom of the Soul Gathering Valley for many years. He gathers souls and refining weapons. I guess he has a great goal. When he returns to the ground in the future, he will probably cause a lot of storms.

But he died under Jing Jiu's sword, without causing any waves, and even his name was not left behind.

Thinking of this, people can't help but feel a little moved.

Looking at the scene in the magma river, Jing Jiu closed his eyes and was silent for a long time.

It’s not that he is feeling that he has never had these unnecessary, unnecessary or even harmful emotions for people he doesn’t know. He is just regulating his breath and resuming Jianyuan.

Killing that sword cultivator seems simple, but it is actually very difficult.

The sword cultivator has a profound realm, great magic skills, and has a deep understanding of underground caves and magma rivers.

Even the elder of the Qingshan Sect’s Sea-Breaking Realm is difficult to kill this person easily here.

Jing Jiu is in the middle realm of the wilderness. Even if his real combat power is more than this, it is very difficult to kill this evil cultivator and consume a lot of energy.

Those spirits are not fighting spirit, but nutrients for deduction and calculation.

When he picked up the magic weapon, the evil cultivator did two things before he showed up.

He asked the Yunzhou Feng to quietly wait in the river, and at the same time, the cloth wrapped around the Yunzhou Feng was taken into his left hand.

The cloth played a very important role in the subsequent battle, and was burned into a flame by the magma in the river.

If you want to die of an opponent with a level of cultivation far above you, there must be no problem with any details.

The evil cultivator looked at the flames caused by the cloth, thinking that he was burning in the magma and he would inevitably relax.

No practitioner can survive in magma, except for the great things in the Tongtian realm, or have strange treasures in their bodies.

The evil cultivator didn't expect that Jing Jiu was still alive and could still raise a waterfall-like magma to attack him, and he didn't expect that a very wide immortal-level flying sword had already been waiting for him in the dark behind him.

How could he not die in such a situation?

To be precise, the evil cultivator was not killed by Jing Jiu with his sword, but was considered dead by him.

Jing Jiu calculated all the directions of this battle. Of course, those calculations may not necessarily be strong, because the ideas and responses of evil cultivators will change at any time, but the overall framework has been determined, and some changes in detail cannot change the final outcome.

This is the real Aoyama Sword.

Taiping is naturally very good at this, and he is not bad either.

Since the small mountain village, Jing Jiu has always been incompetent in the worldly affairs and has a little bad memory. In fact, it is just that the worldly affairs are of no significance to him. If it falls into practice or swordsmanship, it will naturally be very different.

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The magma river flows slowly, without the sound of waves, and only absorbs the low sounds made when rubbing against the river bank.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the river.

The river is adjacent to the air, and the temperature is gradually lowering, and it turns back into a dark appearance.

That evil cultivator should have died.

He took out the magic weapon and looked at it, his expression slightly different.

The body of this magic weapon is a scale, but I don’t know which kind of creature it is. Judging from its weight and volume, that kind of creature should be not small, but it is far less exaggerated than the Canglong, and it is not even as big as the Ghost Eye.

The level of life has no absolute correlation with its size, otherwise his friend in the distant sea should be the strongest person in this world. Well, that giant is indeed difficult to find any opponent.

As the sword consciousness fell, Jing Jiu felt the extremely pure fire spirit in this magic weapon, which was obviously extraordinary. The master was most likely the fire dragon or other alien monster living in the underground magma.

It’s just a pity that when the scales were peeling off, the original owner was not yet mature, and the true nature of the scales did not exist. He was only barely turned into a magic weapon by the evil cultivator for many years.

The scales contain such pure fire intention, which should be able to control fire. A few squirts of blue smoke were burned out by his right hand, which was entirely because the evil cultivator forced a lot of resentful souls to enter, which destroyed the essence of the scales.

Jing Jiu shook his head, thinking that the evil cultivator was not good at refining weapons, and it was a pity that such beautiful materials were.

He didn't feel too regretful. He had seen too many good materials and magic weapons like this, and he wanted this magic weapon because it was hard enough to be used as a sword-grinding stone.

Since I used it to sharpen my sword, this magic weapon will definitely turn into powder in the end, so there will be no waste or waste.

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The magma river flows slowly, occasionally the surface tearing apart, shooting red light like a wall, illuminating the dark bottom of the cave.

The low sound of friction and the occasional flames had no effect on Jing Jiu. He sat by the river, his right hand rubbed against the magic weapon constantly, and his expression was focused. As the magic weapon was worn, he adjusted the angle and strength of the entry from time to time.

This magic weapon made of scales is indeed very hard, and it is not blindly hard. It is similar to the remains of the great monster in the Demon Suppression Prison. It feels very good and is as gentle as jade, but unfortunately it is a little crisp.

A few days later, I heard a few bangs, and the magic weapon broke into extremely small pieces.

Countless resentful souls and ghosts surged out of the magic weapon, bringing out gusts of cold wind.

Logically speaking, the magic weapon is broken and nothing can control these resentful souls. They should escape according to their instincts, and then go along the cracks of the ground to the ground or deeper to find blood and soul food.

But these resentful ghosts watched Jing Jiu grind the magic weapon for several days, and instinctively arise a deeper fear, and they dare not leave at all, and just float around him.

If someone sees this scene, he will definitely think that he is an evil cultivator who harms innocent lives and refines magic weapons.

Is this the recognition of the master?

If it were the protagonists in other stories, they would keep these resentful ghosts by their side and see how to get the greatest benefits. Jing Jiuli didn't want to pay attention and prepared to leave directly.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered a past event.

Three hundred years ago, the Snow Country Beast Tide went south again, and all the powerful human race went to help. Liu Ci and Yuan Qi Whale took the powerful men of Zhufeng to the Lanling Snowfield, and only some young disciples were left in the green mountains.

Master Darkness took this opportunity to sneak to the Shenshou Peak through the Qingshan Formation, trying to regain the Seal of the Emperor of the Underworld, and then he was killed with his sword.

Except for Master Darkness, the other powerful men in the underworld were all dead.

After Liu Ci came back, he advised him to deal with the body, but he refused because he was lazy.

Afterwards, the remaining soul fire of the powerful men in the underworld drifted in the peak of the gods for many years, and finally turned into a resentful spirit.

Jing Jiu still ignored it. Anyway, those resentful spirits could not affect him, and they could not scare the younger generations who were qualified to visit him at Shenmo Peak.

Hundreds of years later, he carried Zhao to the last peak of the gods again in the twelfth lunar month and encountered those resentful spirits again.

This shows a truth. Since this matter is related to you, then don’t think about being lazy.

Even if you can be lazy for a while, you still have to do it yourself three hundred years later.

If he ignored the resentful ghosts floating around him at this time, it would be his business in many years.

He figured out this truth, shook his head, held the universe's edge and slashed it down with a sword.

When the ghosts touched the cold sword intent, they broke into the finest particles of dust and returned to silence.

Those resentful souls did not dissipate immediately.

The universe brought countless red and hot magma from the river, forming hundreds of somewhat vague words, carefully accusing it of something that seemed to be a scripture in Guocheng Temple.

The fire illuminates the dark caves and the faces of those resentful souls.

The faces of those resentful souls gradually blurred, and the anger gradually disappeared, and eventually turned into clear light and scattered invisible.

Whether it is a ghost or a resentful soul, he cannot launch a terrifying attack like a tide without the blessing of magical instruments. Moreover, he is not afraid of evil and filth, so he can easily slash it with one sword.

But in fact, this sword is by no means simple, it is extremely complicated, and it is even close to perfection.

No one except him could cut this sword, and even he himself would not have been able to do it if he had not listened to Buddhist scriptures in Guocheng Temple for six years.

Jing Jiu threw fragments of the magic weapon into the river and then rose into the air.

He was not going to leave, and countless demon bones in the ancient battlefield were waiting for him below. Thinking of this, even he was a little expectant.

He turned his body backwards and stretched out his right hand.

A buzzing sound was whistling.

A breeze burst into the dark cave.

He disappeared.

A round hole appeared on the ground.

The fiery magma surged into the hole from the cracks below, filled it again, and then gradually faded without leaving any trace.

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The melting of rocks into a river means that it has penetrated deep into the center of the earth.

Whether it is a decent or a evil way, it is difficult for human practitioners to live in such a hot environment.

Jing Jiu did not meet a hidden strong man again, and he didn't know whether this was a good or bad luck.

I don’t know how long it took, but he broke through the rock wall and flew out.
To be continued...