Chapter 453: Jing Jiu's Enlightenment

Jing Jiu did not control the sword, not out of habit, but out of safety considerations.

As a conservative, when I first came out of the ground, I met three Xuanyin believers, and I had to figure out what happened to Leng Shan first.

In front of him was a lonely mountain rising from the terrain, and he walked up it.

The higher the mountain, the lighter the color of the weeds on the ground, from yellow to white, just like snow.

When he came to the highest point of the lonely mountain, he sat down. There was a cliff in front of him, and there was still wasteland under the cliff.

Cosmic Front moved away from his hands, cut off the frost grass, piled it on his body and the ground, and then quietly got into the grass clippings.

Jing Jiu restrained his breath and turned into an inconspicuous rock. Even if someone walked past him, it would be difficult to detect his existence.

He looked at the wilderness in front of the cliff. The grass that was hard to find nearby would turn into sporadic greens if it was far away.

Only then did he remember that it was already early spring.

Early spring is a beautiful day for all things to grow, and it is also the day when the Qingshan Chengjian Conference is held.

That young man was able to climb so high on Jianfeng Peak, seeing himself and Zhao Layue with such natural flustered expressions, and such skillful posture of rolling down the mountain with his head in his arms, he is indeed a talent to be made, and I don't know if Gu Qing can handle this matter well.

He is learning from his senior brother, so as to avoid the helpless ending of his previous life again.

It is always good to have more apprentices and helpers, such as Fang Jingtian, Chicken and Corpse Dog, Du Haiseng, Xuan Yinzi, and the underworld master he just met.

That's why he took Liu Shisui in that small mountain village, followed by Zhao Layue, Gu Qing, Yuan Qu, and the boy whose name he didn't know yet.

Of course, if there are characters like Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing among the apprentices he has accepted, it may cause more trouble.

This meeting with the underworld master did not reach an agreement, and it seemed that there was no possibility of convincing the other party, but he confirmed some things, so he was in a good mood.

The senior brother was really deceived by him.

Master Ming knew that he was Jing Jiu, but he didn't know or think that he was Jing Jiu.

Otherwise, when he said that sentence, the underworld master should have laughed.

——"I am very good at convincing his disciples to betray him."

It took him a long time to come up with this sentence, it should be very interesting.

The underworld master is his third disciple, why didn't he respond?

According to his understanding, the senior brother is a very interesting person who pursues fun, and the disciples taught by the senior brother should naturally be like this. Master Ming didn't respond, which meant that he didn't believe that Jing Jiu was Jingyang at all—since this sentence was not spoken by the person involved, it was naturally boring, it would only appear absurd, and it made people speechless.

Well, Yuanqijing may be an exception.

Jing Jiu found that his judgment was not completely reliable, and there were loopholes in his logic. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He thought that after returning to Qingshan, he should find time to go to Defeng, and tell Yuan Qijing this sentence to see his reaction.

While thinking about these things, he had already looked at the wasteland under the cliff.

The weeds that occasionally straightened up on the wilderness for hundreds of miles, and the ice streams that still had no trace of thawing, could not escape his sword eyes.

Those Xuanyin believers were naturally seen clearly by him.

Three hundred and twenty two people.

It was a little far away, and he couldn't judge the realm strength of those Xuanyin believers, he could only judge from the clothes, there were at least a dozen elders.

Those Xuanyin believers were in groups of three, with a fixed distance between each group. They looked like chess pieces on a chessboard. They had already sealed off the wasteland to ensure that no one could escape. Even if that person could kill three Xuanyin believers in an instant like Jing Jiu, it would be difficult to break through this big net.

Jing Jiu's gaze followed the trend of the distribution of those Xuanyin believers to the northwest, and landed on a place thousands of miles away.

There is a red canyon there, which is full of the dry air of the fire veins. Even from such a distance, one can feel the danger. It is the main altar of Xuanyin Sect.

A few years ago, when Jing Jiu took Gu Qing to the West Sea, he passed by the sky here.

That night, he witnessed the power of Lieyang Banner with his own eyes, and felt a sight full of killing intent at the same time.

He knew who that gaze was coming from.

Because of his adoptive father Shi Fengchen, the little cripple had extremely murderous intentions towards him and Zhao Layue.

At that time Jing Jiu told Gu Qing that he would kill this person if given the chance.

He glanced at his right hand.

The body has been soaked in the hot and high-temperature magma for such a long time, and there are indeed some benefits, such as a lot of softness, which can be shaped very conveniently.

Judging from the shape, there is no difference between his right hand and left hand.

But this will also bring some disadvantages, which are still related to softness.

Softness can overcome rigidity, but it cannot replace some functions of rigidity.

His right hand has recovered a lot and is sharp enough, but it is still a little short of the absolute realm.

That point is invisible to the naked eye, or even imperceptible. To put it a little more mysteriously, it may not even be a real existence.

Even the demon bone can't wear away this point.

Jing Jiu once again looked at the red canyon thousands of miles away.

That fire carp should have been injured by Lieyang Banner.

Lieyang Banner is worthy of being an evil monster, its power is indeed terrifying.

Even if his right hand recovers, can he kill Wang Xiaoming who is holding this banner?

He once again discovered a weakness of the Green Mountain Sect.

Qingshan is obsessed with sword cultivation, and he disdains or is not used to using magic weapons.

This habit has continued for tens of thousands of years, forming a strange situation, that is, the Qingshan sect has no magic weapon.

Of course, if Qingshan Jiufeng's swordsmanship is cultivated to the extreme, it can even evolve into the power of Taoism or magic weapon.

But after all, it is not a real magic weapon.

An ordinary Zhongzhou School disciple, if he holds the Wanli Seal, it is equivalent to an extra life, such as Luo Huainan.

An ordinary Xuanyin sect disciple who has mastered the Lieyang Banner will have the power of reaching the sky, such as Wang Xiaoming.

But what's the use of holding a three-foot sword even if an ordinary Qingshan disciple holds it?

Can Yuan Qu go to the West Sea and cut that flying whale into three thousand pieces?

The sword follows everyone.

Jing Jiu shook his head, and then he was a little puzzled, that Xiaoming leader already had a Lieyang Banner, and he was so obsessed with some kind of magic weapon, that he put on such a big display.

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The red canyon didn't feel Jing Jiu's gaze, it was still silent and hot as usual.

After all, the Xuanyin Sect is a great evil sect with a history of several thousand years, even if it was killed by Qingshan once, the foundation still exists. At the beginning, He Zhenren, the head of Kunlun, only dared to watch from a distance. During the battle of Yuntai, Tan Zhenren came to frighten the evil spirits of Lengshan, but he did not let the clouds fall, obviously he was a little afraid.

There are several cliff holes on the mountain wall deep in the canyon. After the sultry air passes through, it will become much cooler.

The former suzerain Su Qige was lying on the couch, looking at the high cliff standing on the edge of the cliff cave, with a mocking smile on his face, and said: "In the past, the Lieyang Banner was only the foundation of this large formation, and it was impossible to leave. How could I have thought that it would display such terrifying power now? Thinking about it now, don't you regret it?"

As an elder of the seventh generation, Gao Ya has lived in this canyon for countless years, so he is very familiar with the Lieyang Banner. Hearing this, his expression became ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "The leader holds the Lieyang Banner, which can kill all the gods in the world. It is a great thing for my religion. What do I have to regret?"

Su Qige smiled and said: "I said at the beginning that if you use him to drive Su Ziye away, you are seeking skin from a tiger. The leader is indeed not good at scheming and tricks, and his other methods are also common, but he will never be your puppet, because he is born a true demon."

Gao Ya sneered twice, and said: "You have said this too many times, what exactly do you want to do?"

Su Ziye said: "I also said... If this continues, one day, the shadow will fall again."

Gao Ya knew that he was talking about the tragic event back then.

At that time, the Xuanyin Sect was rampant in the Northern Continent, and it could be said to be the most powerful evil sect since the Blood Demon Sect.

At that time, the suzerain was extremely talented, with world-class magic skills. He called himself Xuanyinzi and took the name of the sect. He was really arrogant to the extreme.

But it was too arrogant, and finally offended people who shouldn't be offended.

The two real people in Qingshan led the nine peaks to the north, and killed the Xuanyin sect until blood flowed, and even the ancestral hall was destroyed.

Xuan Yinzi was also forced to flee underground, never to see the light of day, and became a poor sword escaper.

Su Qige said with a blank expression: "Using the name of the faction or changing the religion to teach, which is more arrogant, I don't know, I only know that the Lieyang Banner is getting stronger and stronger now, and only our young leader knows the ancient secret method to drive it, so he will become more arrogant."

Gao Ya sneered and said: "Even the Fire King who is sleeping dares to tease at will, how is he going to be arrogant?"

Su Qige sneered and said, "He even dares to snatch the treasures of the Zhongzhou Sect, so why would he care about the spiritual animals raised by the Zhongzhou Sect?"

Gao Ya was silent for a while, and said: "The Zhongzhou faction expelled Tong Yan because Tong Yan stole the Qingtian Jian... Do you think this is true?"

Su Qige said: "Although I don't know the source of the leader's news, I believe it is true."

Gao Ya looked at the disciples who were walking out of the canyon for reinforcements, and said in a low voice: "Are you worried that if the Qingtian Jian falls into the hands of the leader, the old things will happen again?"

Su Qige said: "We can't defeat the Qingshan sect, so can the Zhongzhou sect be defeated?"

"If the leader really refines the Qingtian Mirror, our sect will be equal to one more Tongtian combat power. Whether it is Qingshan or Zhongzhou, you have to think about what it takes to face two Tongtians at the same time..." Gao Ya was silent for a while again, and said: "And what can we old guys do?"

Su Qige said: "When something happened in Guocheng Temple a few years ago, it is said that someone saw the ancestor."

Gao Ya sneered and said, "How could you believe such absurd words?"

Su Qige said: "Yes, I didn't believe it at first, but later I had to believe it."

Gao Ya turned around, saw Su Qige's half-smile expression, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then saw a token Su Qige took out, his expression changed drastically.

As I said before, he has lived in Xuanyin Sect for many years, he is older than Su Qige, and knows many things that no one else knows.

"Could it be that the ancestor is really out of trouble?"

Gao Ya was extremely shocked, but he didn't lose his mind. He stared into Su Qige's eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "You have been paralyzed for so many years, and you have been treated terribly by your own son. Zongli has no disciples who follow you. How did this thing get into your hands?"

Su Qige said calmly: "It is true that no one is loyal to me, but there are still many people who are still loyal to that evil son. Every time I think about this, I feel that I am really a failure, and at the same time... a little lucky."

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Jing Jiu sat in front of the lonely mountain cliff.

Covered in grass clippings, he looked like a real stone, but with the movement of the sky light, he showed a different appearance.

As night fell, he believed that the ordinary Xuanyin sect members would no longer be able to find his trace, but he still didn't stand up, watching the wasteland quietly, and deduced and calculated the location of the magic weapon through the Xuanyin sect's formation and personnel distribution.

Naturally, he couldn't calculate the position based on these alone, otherwise the Xuanyin Sect would have discovered the magic weapon long ago, and it was just a rough calculation.

The stone in front of the lonely mountain cliff suddenly disappeared.

He appeared on a meadow more than ten miles away.

If the Nether Immortal Sword is used for tricks, it must be extremely popular in the world.

He didn't find any traces on this meadow, but he smelled a faint smell.

The taste was really bland, just like the glass of wine he poured into the lake in Zhao Garden outside Chaoge City.

Logically speaking, no matter how sharp his five senses are, it is difficult to smell this smell, after all, he is not a corpse dog.

He just smelled this smell, probably because he is very familiar with this smell.

In the underground magma river, when he was talking to King Fire Carp, he also felt a similar familiarity.

He understood who the Xuanyin Sect was looking for, and couldn't help being a little surprised.

He disappeared from the spot after the Nether Immortal Sword started, and followed the faint scent to another valley, another ice creek.

He searched for a long time, but he didn't touch the formation set up by the Xuanyin Sect, and he didn't let the Xuanyin Sect find out.

When the morning light gradually rose, he came to an ordinary dead wood, and finally found the other party.

It was a very common weed, with only two leaves, swaying in the cold wind, as if it might fall at any time, but the color was so green.

He stretched out his hand to scrape away the soil under the weeds, and touched something hard.

It was a bronze mirror with extremely thin and complicated patterns engraved on the mirror surface.

In fact, those patterns are actually composed of countless buildings, stone bridges, barren mountains and statues of people.

It's just that those statues are very small, less than one ten-thousandth the size of a grain of rice, and no one except him can see the real appearance.

Jing Jiu's fingers moved slowly on the bronze mirror, feeling a little emotional, or not.

Has he lived there for seventy or eighty years?

At the beginning, he lived in the palace of Chu State, and later he lived on Mount Buzhou, and never went to other places.

He must have never seen those buildings, stone bridges, and barren hills.

But he might have seen those people.

He tapped on the bronze mirror.

"Open the door."