Looking at the drop of blood, many people couldn't help but exclaim. Nan Wang was about to come and take a look, but he didn't know what he thought of, so he took back his steps.

Jing Jiu waved his hand, signaling to ignore it, looking at Fang Jingtian and said, "Now your master is dead, what do you think?"

Fang Jingtian thought about it carefully for a long time and said, "If I could heal the injury, I would still find a way to take revenge."

Jing Jiu said: "What if I had left at that time?"

Everyone knows that this means ascension.

It's amazing. Whether it is Qingshan disciples or practitioners from other sects, from the moment they confirmed that he was Jingyang Zhenren, they never doubted whether he could ascend again.

Fang Jingtian said, "Then everything will be over."

"Well, then you can take the three of them to Xilai Peak to rest." Jing Jiu said, pointing to the three hidden elders who came out of the hidden peak.

Fang Jingtian was silent for a while and said, "It's... uncle."

The silver eyebrows danced lightly in the night wind, somewhat like the sword-washing stream in the distance, heading towards the distance.

Jing Jiu turned around and looked over Nanshan and said, "You arrange for someone to clean up."

The cleaning here is not about the Taoist temple of Xilai Peak, but about the green mountains and peaks.

Today, the peaks have suffered several disasters. I don’t know how many cliffs collapsed, and at least tens of thousands of ancient trees broke. It is really scarred. It doesn’t have the meaning of the Taoist fairyland in the past.

Even if there are all practitioners in Qingshan Sect, it will take a long time to repair these.

Everyone knows that Jing Jiu's next leader was Gu Qing, but at this time he asked Nanshan to do these things, which inevitably caused some speculation.

Only those who have passed Nanshan and Shenmo Peak know that this is just because he should have something more important to hand over to Gu Qing.

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Back at Shenmao Peak, Jing Jiu confirmed that although Gu Qing was seriously injured, he could not die for a while. He explained a few words to him and drove him back to Chaoge City.

Looking at the solemn expression on Gu Qing's face when he left, and looking at the drop of blood on Jing Jiu's earlobe, the atmosphere at the top of the Shenmao Peak became even more tense.

With a light bang, the blood beads hang down to the ground.

Jing Jiu's earlobe disappeared.

When everyone saw this scene, they were extremely shocked.

In the past hundred years, no matter how strong Jing Jiu encountered or how seriously injured he suffered, it was difficult for him to have wounds on his body, because he was reincarnated with one sword.

However, in the shocking battle with Nanyi back then, he was injured too much, and his earlobe was cut off.

A similar picture happened again today. How seriously did he suffer?

Zhao Layue was ready, so she brought out several sword lights in her clothes and came to his side. Her right hand poked out like lightning and pinched his earlobe.

"I can't die." Jing Jiu said.

The Qingshan Sword Formation was destroyed by him, his senior brother was killed by him, and Xi Jianxi was picked up by him and beaten an immortal, which must have to pay some price.

He said that he could not die, and he thought he would not die, but Liu Shisui and others could not rest assured, especially when he found that his face was a little solemn.

This is a rare emotion for Jing Jiu.

You should know that whether it was Taiping Zhenren who borrowed Liu Shisui to come to his side today or the immortal who broke into the sky, he could not move him at all.

Maybe it was because those things were as expected by him, but what he was thinking about at this time was already outside the sand table.

"What the hell is wrong? Why is the atmosphere so depressing? Didn't we win?"

Zhuo Rusui thought that although Qingshan was beaten into a garbage dump today, he paid two heavy prices at the sword formation and Shangdefeng... but killing Taiping ancestors eliminated the biggest hidden danger of Qingshan sect, and even killed the immortals and Bai Zhenren of the Zhongzhou sect, completing a peerless victory that could not be imagined. What is not worth it?

The breeze was light, and Apiao appeared in front of Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu said: "Cao Yuan should be in the East China Sea. You can tell him that Bai Yuan may have entered the underworld. Take him down and try to kill her."

The black hair on Apiao's forehead was as nervous as she was at this moment, and she said, "Even if I bring the sword saint, I may not be able to kill Bai Zhenren..."

Jing Jiu said: "Tongyan is below, let him persuade the underworld master to join in. He was taught by Zhenren Bai, so he should know how to kill him."

Apiao sighed and said, "Okay, then how can I go?"

Jing Jiu said, "The sedan chair in Shuiyue Temple is waiting for you outside the mountain, and I have agreed with the lord of the temple."

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It turned out that the two conversations before the Qinglian sedan left had a unique meaning.

Apiao walked out of the cliff, floated forward in the sea of ​​clouds, and soon disappeared under the starry night.

What surprised everyone even more was another thing.

Only then did they realize that Bai Zhenren was not dead, what was going on with the dispersed clouds?

Zhao Layue asked: "Is it a substitute in the clouds? How can you hide it from your eyes and Tan Zhenren's eyes, and Tan Zhenren... How can you vomit blood in the end?"

Jing Jiu said: "The Ten-Territory Demon-Suppressing Tower is strange. It should be the anti-killing situation set up by Bai Yuan for him. Tan Zhenren was really seriously injured."

Zhao Layue looked into his eyes and said, "If Bai Zhenren is still alive, then he will not achieve his full efforts."

Jing Jiu walked to the cliff and looked into the distance under the starry sky, saying, "It is more likely that all previous efforts have been lost."

Zhao Layue pinched his earlobe, followed him to the cliff, looked into the distance along his gaze, and murmured, "What the hell does she want to do?"

That cloud must be the extremely brilliant Taoist method of the Zhongzhou School. There is a ban on the Ten-Term Demon-Suppressing Tower to talk about the real person, which shows that the real person Bai had already calculated everything.

The question is that since she has calculated everything, why did she still come to Qingshan so peacefully and invite the White Blade Immortal back according to Jing Jiu's calculations?

No matter how much benefit her conspiracy can bring to the Zhongzhou faction, how can she overcome the losses of an immortal?

Jing Jiu patted the back of her hand and signaled that she could let go.

Zhao Luyue took back his right hand and wiped it casually on his sleeve.

Jing Jiu looked at Que Niang and said, "Tong Yan won't come back for a while, you can play chess with me."

No one knows why he suddenly wanted to play chess at such a moment.

The recognized world's number one chess player Tongyan is not his opponent, but the people at Shenmofeng know that he never likes to play chess.

Liu Shisui suddenly thought that outside Chaoge City last year, the young master who also didn't like music suddenly played a song with the bone flute. Will there be any connection between the two?

Que Niang didn't know why her husband wanted to play chess, but she couldn't feel the ecstasy of the past and walked up to her with some anxiety.

Yuanqu moved out the table and stool as fast as possible.

Jing Jiu took out the bamboo chair, lay on it tiredly, and said, "You first."

Que Niang didn't dare to think too much, so she quickly put a black piece on the chessboard.

Jing Jiu took a white piece and put it on.

The entire Shenmo Peak, including Zhuo Rusui... is not familiar with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so naturally I can't understand this game of chess, but I know it must have a deep meaning, so I surrounded the table and watched it carefully with my eyes wide open.

Fortunately, Jing Jiuluo was very fast, and Que Niang understood what he meant and responded as quickly as possible. It didn't take long to finish it.

He was so quick to make a move, and his opponent was Jing Jiu. Que Niang was under great pressure, her face was a little pale, and her sideburns were wet with fragrant sweat.

Zhuo Rusui took out the handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to her, and asked, "Who won?"

Que Niang looked at him faintly, thinking who could win Mr.

Liu Shisui and others also looked at Zhuo Rusui, thinking that this is nothing to say?

Zhao Layue thought that the handkerchief was probably used to wipe the boat-swalking sword, but it was inconvenient to talk to Qu Niang.

The black and white chess pieces are intertwined and look extremely complicated.

Jing Jiu was silent for a long time when he looked at the chessboard.

It is normal for him to win.

Silence is not normal.

A sound of thrust sounded.

The blue bird fell on the chessboard, and the eyes that looked at Jing Jiu were still full of fear, but also full of courage.

Jing Jiu raised his head, stretched out his finger and gently tapped its head, and said pity: "Although you are the fastest, it's too late."
Chapter completed!