Of course, he still has a way to reach the top, but as he said to Zhao Layue, it is very likely that someone is looking at this side at this time.

The head of the sect and the guy Yuan Qijing can see this if they want.

At other times, Jing Jiu will definitely not continue to walk towards the peak, but will go back directly, but...

He glanced at Zhao Layue and thought to himself that this little girl would be very disappointed, right?

"Then... just look at it."

He looked at the peaks deep in the sea of ​​clouds and said softly.

He stretched out his finger and tapped the bracelet on Zhao Layue’s wrist.

Silently, the bracelet left the girl's wrist and turned into a sword rope and was held in his hand.

For some reason, this extraordinary sword rope was willing to obey his orders.

His mind moved slightly, and the sword rope popped out like a snake, entangling Zhao Layue's body.

He untied the sword from his back, thought about it and took it back, and picked up Zhao l'yue and walked up to the peak.

His technique is very clever, and the sword ropes can evenly bear force when they come into contact with her body.

Zhao leyue was held in his hand, like he was sleeping in a hammock, sleeping soundly and not waking up.

...

...

Jing Jiu climbed the peak, and his style was naturally completely different from Zhao's twelfth lunar month.

He did not act as cautious and cautious like Zhao Layue, and took three steps back and two steps, sometimes turning left, sometimes sweeping lightly.

He has no particulars, he just goes straight.

Walking two steps forward on the mountain road, he encountered a sword intent.

With a snap, it was crisp and loud, and a broken mouth appeared on the white clothes.

He continued to move forward without a pause, as if he was unaware of anything.

Continue to move forward on the mountain road, his pace is getting faster and faster, he encounters more and more sword intent, and the crisp sound is getting faster and faster.

Papa! It's like a storm coming, it's like countless bowstrings breaking at the same time, and it's like countless swords colliding with each other.

The sound of swords was continuous, and the area separated by the sword formation was forcibly opened. The sound echoed between the cliffs and could not be heard from the peaks. It gradually mixed together, becoming more and more low and more terrifying, like thunder, constantly sweeping the mountain road.

If someone was on this mountain road at this time, he would be afraid that the thunder integrated with thousands of sword sounds would be deafening his ears.

Zhao Layue was not awakened, her face was rosy and she slept very soundly. It seemed that she was well protected by Jing Jiu.

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...

I don’t know how long it took, but the night was still deep and the morning light had not arrived.

The peak of the last god is already in front of you.

There are several pavilions between the Qingfeng cliffs.

Jing Jiu stopped and rubbed his face.

After breaking through the peaks, he broke through so many sword intents, even if he was a little numb.

His white clothes are very special, they are incompatible with water and fire, and can resist flying swords. At this time, they have become ragged.

Dozens of cloth strips hung on his body, revealing his white jade-like body, looking very embarrassed.

Suddenly there was a wind sound on the cliff, sobbing constantly, extremely sad, as if ghost crying.

Dozens of cold soul fire floated out from the cracks of the cliff ahead, gradually gathering together, showing a hideous and ugly face, which looked extremely terrifying.

"No wonder Mochi's nickname was Ming Ling back then, it was really ugly."

Jing Jiu shook his head at the dark spirit that emitted a gloomy smell.

Many years ago, Taiping Zhenren had reached the death limit, and a great battle between the human dynasty and the Ice and Snow Kingdom broke out in the Lanling Snow Field.

The head of the sect took all the sword powerhouses from Jiufeng to help, and some ordinary disciples left behind in Qingshan.

Just at the right time, the roller blind man lost some extremely important information, and the information fell into the hands of Master Dark.

This great underworld led his subordinates to sneak into the nine peaks through the loopholes in the Qingshan Array recorded in the information, hoping to get something.

They did not expect that such things were not in the sword prison of Shangde Peak, but on the Shenmao Peak.

Master Underworld deduced and calculated that he felt that Jing Yang should be in seclusion and the opportunity should not be missed.

Jing Yang spent most of his life in seclusion, so he did not make any mistakes.

But Master Ming did not expect that when they first stepped into the nine peaks of Qingshan, the four guards woke up at the same time, so Jingyang came out of seclusion.

Facing those powerful people in the underworld, Jing Yang killed them with one sword.

Master Mie was also seriously injured and almost failed to escape.

This matter is covered up very closely because it involves a big secret of Qingshan Sect and has something to do with the roller shutter.

Of course, the Underworld itself would not promote this devastating defeat, so until now, few people have known about it.

After the head of Qingshan came back, he felt that he should remove the remnants of the soul fire, and at least deal with the corpses scattered around the top of the Shenmao Peak.

Jingyang felt it was too troublesome. Shenmo Peak had no disciples and would not have guests, so why bother to do this?

So the corpses of the powerful men of the Netherworld were scattered among the cliffs until they were blown by wind and rain, turning into bones, and then turning into dust.

As for those fragments of soul fire, they have been preserved and have now become like vengeful beings.

This kind of resentful spirit integrated with soul fire has no intelligence, only resentment and evil thoughts, which may be more troublesome for ordinary disciples.

But in the Jiuyan of the Well, there is no difference between these soul fire remnants and the smoke produced by the burning wet firewood in the stove.

"spread."

He carried Zhao twelfth lunar month toward the top of the peak.

When he passed by the terrifying Nether Spirit, he did not pause at all.

The Nether Spirit let out a harsh and shrill cry, trying to swallow Jing Jiu into his stomach.

Suddenly, the Ming Ling dispersion turned back to dozens of cold dark fires. The dark fires screamed in fear and fled desperately to the top of the peak, but they couldn't escape far, so they landed weakly on the cliff rock, turning into dozens of wisps of blue smoke, and disappeared without a trace.

"When they get together, it's really much easier than looking around."

Thinking of this, Jing Jiu walked into the small building on the top of the peak, just like most buildings in the green mountains, there was also a cave behind the small building.

This is the cave in Jingyang back then.

The pavilions are naturally made of the most precious giant tree material. The ground is covered with white jade, and the carved beams and painted roads do not look vulgar. All details are full of perfection.

But it is obvious that no one has been here for a long time, and both the beams and the jade-paved ground are covered with a layer of shallow gray.

Jing Jiu walked to the wall and reached out and turned the night pearl on the wall.

With a few slight sounds of Titicaca, the ground trembled slightly, and somehow it started to rotate.

The breeze came gently, lifting up the dust on the beams and the ground, and blowing outside the building. Soon, the cave became spotless and very clean.

Jing Jiu put Zhao twelfth lunar month on the ground, walked around the building, occasionally reaching out to touch the stone walls, the corridor columns and the vessels.

Finally, he came to the middle of the building, looked around with his hands behind his back, feeling a little moved.

He didn't expect that he would be able to see these again so early.

Zhao royue changed his plan, but now it seems that it feels good.

He walked into the cave and gently pressed the stone wall at the end. The stone wall quietly opened, revealing a quiet room.

Dozens of clothes were hung in the stone chamber, mainly plain, and looked quite pure.

Jing Jiu's fingers slowly brushed between these clothes and finally stopped.
Chapter completed!