The Path Toward Heaven

The night under the heavy rain was deepest, the clouds were extremely thick and heavy, there was no starlight, and there was darkness everywhere.

Jiu Jingjiu stood on the top of Bihu Peak, silent, and the night breeze moved the white clothes, and there was no sound at all.

Unlike the other peaks, the top of Bihu Peak is very gentle and the area is very large. There is actually a Bihu in the middle.

This is the name of the Pi Bi Lake Peak.

There is an island in the middle of Bibi Lake, and there is a palace on the island, which looks quite cold in the heavy rain.

宫殿 That palace is not the residence of the master of Bihu Peak, and another owner.

Kusui Jiujing looked at the palace quietly, wondering what he was thinking.

Jiufeng Mountain Jiufeng is extremely tightly guarded, and Bihu Peak is extremely strict because of this palace. There are sword arrays everywhere.

I do not know why, those sword arrays seemed to exist for Jing Jiu, so he easily reached the summit without alarming anyone.

If he is a strong man who breaks the sea, or it is still possible, but he is just a young disciple who has just entered the realm of consciousness, why can he do this?

In the night sky at the top of the Bihu Peak, the Qingshan Mountain Formation left a special channel, like opening a mouth.

The torrential rain kept falling from the night sky. Countless lightnings illuminate the night sky from time to time. It fell on the island in the middle of Bihu as if to split the palace into pieces.

The sound of rain was intense, and the snow waves rolled up in the blue lake, but those thunder and lightning disappeared silently, as if swallowed up by that palace, and the picture looked extremely strange.

I looked at the island in the heavy rain, Jing Jiu looked a little dignified.

From mountain village to Nansongting to Xijianxi to Shenmo Peak, no matter what kind of people he meets, he is very calm.

It's obviously unusual tonight.

He knows that the palace is the secret of Qingshan Zong Yilei's soul-cultivating tree.

宫殿 This palace is not guarded by any disciples of Qingshan, because the white ghosts, one of the four guardians of Qingshan, live here.

The torrential rain was getting heavier, but the number of lightnings was getting smaller. Jingjiu walked towards Bihu.

In his current state, he can already walk on the lake, but he will not do so.

He may be seen by the disciples of Bihufeng who returned from Yu Jian.

The more important reason is that he doesn't want to startle each other in advance.

He flowed out of the stone wall with the stream and fell into the lake. He learned a trick. It was awkward, but it worked.

But now he no longer needs to hold a heavy stone.

He sinks slowly into the bottom of the lake like a rock and walks forward.

The lake water is getting deeper and deeper, his footsteps are still so stable, and there is no sound, even the water flow around him has not changed much.

The fish that were constantly swimming disturbed by the rain did not seem to find his existence.

As time goes by, his speed becomes slower and slower, and his expression more and more dignified.

He clearly felt the coercion in front of him, like a god.

The closer he got to the island, the more cowardly the fear became.

The lake water became shallower, and occasionally you could see the white light brought by the lightning above.

He boarded the island of Huxin, and the night sky above was the passage opened by the Qingshan Formation.

更 The torrential rain here is more abrupt and the night is darker, and the more I can truly feel the horror of thunder and lightning from time to time.

The coercion did not come from the sky.

Kusui Jiu merged with the torrential rain.

He looked at the palace not far away quietly.

This is the place where the guards live. The disciples of Bihufeng are not allowed to enter, so there are many wild animals living on the island.

In the heavy rain, some voices can still be faintly heard, and there are many green glooms on the trees.

Kusui Jiu knew that those were not mountain ghosts, but wild cats.

The wild cats were wet with rain and licked their bodies in vain and in vain, and did not find his arrival.

I looked at the palace in the rain, Jing Jiu took a step forward.

He confirmed that he didn't make any sound.

He didn't breathe, and this step happened to be in the interval of his heartbeat.

But a gaze fell on him.

Was he discovered so early?

It seems that in this negotiation, he was destined to fall behind.

Kusui Jiu thought so and looked at that place.

At this moment, a loud noise came from the night sky.

A very thick lightning fell and illuminated the entire palace.

There is a window in a corner.

白 A white cat lies on the windowsill.

There was no rain there, but its hair was still wet.

The white cat's hair is very long, and after being wet by the rain, it tangles into clusters, which is a bit ugly.

But if you look at it for a long time, sometimes there will be some kind of illusion, those clusters of hair is a sword.

The white cat squinted and looked a little lazy, very harmless.

But its eyes and pupils exude extremely glamorous light, like the most unreal fantasy dream, and like the bottomless abyss, people just want to fall.

If it is an ordinary disciple of Aoyama, staring at this pair of fascinating cat pupils, I am afraid that I will be stunned.

Kusui Jiu did not, but looked dignified.

在 At the peak of Yunxing at the beginning, Zuo Yi was a master without a realm of realm. He still could not find his existence and was killed directly by his sneak attack.

The white cat found him easily.

"long time no see."

Kusui Jiu looked at the white cat and said ~ www.readwn.com ~ There was a thunderous sound between the heavy rains. His voice was very small and completely covered, but he knew that the other party could hear.

The white cat squinted his eyes, twisted his head, adjusted his posture, and ensured that he was more comfortable lying down. It seemed that Jiu Jiu had not heard anything.

Kusui continued, "Who was the Thunder Soul Tree given to by Thunder Broken Cloud?"

The white cat yawned silently and looked lazy.

Kusui knows that this is an illusion. The other party has already moved his mind, and he may shoot at any time.

In his current state, it is impossible to be the opponent of this white cat, and there is no room to fight back.

Lightning illuminates the palace from time to time.

The danger is at hand.

Heavy rain fell from the eyes.

Through the torrential rain, Jing Jiu quietly looked at it on the window sill and said, "You are not surprised by my appearance. It seems that you have already known about this. And yes, among the four of you, You are the most slender and vigilant. The three of them may not have noticed, but how could you not detect such a major event. "

The white cat slowly turned his head, and his eyes fell on him.

"I already have the answer, I just want to confirm with you tonight."

"I admit that I'm a bit reconciled," Kusui said.

The mocking and ruthlessness showed in the eyes of the white cat, as if to say: Do you have today?

"Four years ago, you watched something happen to me, didn't you think what would happen if I didn't die?"

Kusui Jiu said, "Use your bones to sharpen your sword. What's the end of this?"

The white cat stared at him, his tail slowly erected, and exploded towards the surroundings, like autumn reeds in the wetland. It looked good and terrible.

The thunder and lightning in the night sky fell even more urgently, and the torrential rain intensified, and the atmosphere of the world was extremely chaotic.