(Typos in the previous chapters have been corrected.)If you usually see a typo, please remind me in this chapter.You should have already seen it, and I will read every article in this chapter...... ）………… Hundreds of flames faded away, like sparks dissipating in the wind.That evil cultivator should be a very famous person, who has been hiding at the bottom of the Soul Gathering Valley for many years, gathering soul refining weapons, presumably with great plans, and when he returns to the ground in the future, he is afraid that he will set off a lot of storms.But he died under Jing Jiu's sword like this, without making the slightest wave, and he didn't even leave his name.Thinking of this, people can't help but feel a little emotional.Looking at the picture in the magma river, Jing Jiu closed his eyes and was silent for a long time.It's not emotion, for people he doesn't know, he has never had these superfluous, unnecessary or even harmful emotions, he is just pranayama to reply to Jian Yuan.Killing that sword cultivator seemed simple, but it was actually very difficult.That sword cultivator has a high realm, a good magic skill, and a deep understanding of underground caves and magma rivers.Even the Breaking Sea Realm Elder of the Qingshan Sect would find it difficult to kill this person here easily.Jing Jiu is in the middle realm of the wilderness, even if the real combat power is more than this, it is very difficult to kill this evil cultivator, and it consumes a lot of energy.Those spirits are not the will to fight, but the nutrients of deduction and calculation.When he picked up the magic weapon, the evil cultivator hadn't yet appeared, so he did two things.He asked the Cosmic Edge to wait silently in the distance of the river, and at the same time, the cloth that wrapped the Cosmic Edge was collected by him in his left hand.The cloth played an important role in the ensuing battle, being burned into a flame by the lava in the river.If you want to kill an opponent whose realm cultivation is far above you, there must be no problem with any details.The cultivator looked at the flames caused by the cloth and thought that he was burning in the magma, and he inevitably relaxed.No cultivator can survive in magma, except for the great things of the Heavenly Realm, or the treasures of the body.That evil cultivator didn't expect that Jing Jiu was still alive and could set off a waterfall of magma to attack him, and he didn't expect that a very wide immortal-level flying sword was already waiting for him in the darkness behind him.How could he not die in such a situation?
To be precise, that evil cultivator was not killed by Jing Jiu with a sword, but was counted dead by him.Jing Jiu calculated all the directions of this battle, of course, those calculations may not necessarily be strong, because the thoughts and responses of evil cultivators will change at any time, but the overall framework has been determined, and some details cannot change the final outcome.This is the real Aoyama Kendo.Taiping is naturally very good at this, and he is not bad.Since the beginning of the small mountain village, Jing Jiu has always been incomprehensible to world affairs, and his memory is still a little bad, but in fact, this kind of thing is just world affairs that has no meaning for him, and if it falls on cultivation or kendo, it will naturally be very different.………… The lava river flows slowly, without the sound of waves, only the muffled sound of rubbing against the riverbank.Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the river.The surface of the river is adjacent to the air, and the temperature gradually decreases, and it becomes dark again.That cult should be dead.He took out the magic weapon and looked at it twice, with a slightly different expression.The body of this magic weapon is a scale, but I don't know what kind of creature's scales, in terms of weight and volume, that creature should not be small, but it is far less exaggerated than the dragon, and it is not even as big as the ghost eye roy.There is no absolute correlation between the level and size of life, otherwise his friend in the distant sea should be the strongest in this world, well, that giant is indeed difficult to find any opponents.The sword sense fell, and Jing Jiu felt an extremely pure fire intent in this magic weapon, which was obviously extraordinary, and it was very likely that the master was a fire Jiao living in the underground magma or some other alien demon beast.It's just a pity that when the scales peeled off, the master had not yet matured, and the true nature of the scales did not exist, and he was reluctantly turned into a magic weapon by that evil cultivator for many years.The scales contained such a pure fire intent, it should be very capable of resisting fire, and a few puffs of green smoke were burned out by his right hand before, all because that evil cultivator forcibly infused a lot of resentful souls and yin spirits into it, which instead destroyed the essence of the scales.Jing Jiu shook his head, thinking to himself that the evil cultivator was not good at refining weapons, and it was a pity that he had such a beautiful material.He didn't regret it too much, 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 sharpening stone.Since it is used to sharpen the sword, this magic weapon will definitely turn into powder in the end, and there will be no waste of waste.………… Rivers of magma flow slowly, occasionally tearing open the surface, emitting a wall-like red glow that illuminates the dark depths of the cavern.The low sound of friction and the occasional flames had no effect on Jing Jiu, he sat by the river, his right hand kept rubbing on the magic weapon, his expression was focused, and he adjusted the angle and strength of his hand from time to time as the magic weapon wore out.This magic weapon made of scales is indeed very hard, and it is not blindly hard, similar to the bones of the big demon in the Demon Suppression Prison, it feels very good, warm as jade, but unfortunately it is slightly brittle.A few days later, only a few crackling sounds were heard, and the magic weapon cracked into tiny pieces.Countless resentful spirits and yin spirits poured out of the magic weapon, bringing gusts of yin wind.It stands to reason that the magic weapon is shattered, and there is nothing to control these resentful spirits, they should flee according to their instincts, and then go down the cracks in the ground to the ground or deeper, to find blood food and soul food.But these resentful soul yin spirits watched Jing Jiu grind the magic weapon for several days, and a deeper layer of fear arose in their instincts, and they didn't dare to leave at all, so they floated around him like this.If anyone saw this scene, they would definitely think that he was an evil cultivator who mutilated innocent lives and refined magic weapons.Is this confession of the Lord?
If you are the protagonist in another story, you may take these resentful spirits and spirits by your side and see how to deal with them to get the most benefits, but Jing Jiu didn't want to pay attention to it and prepared to leave directly.But at this time, he suddenly remembered a past incident.Three hundred years ago, the snow country beast tide went south again, and all the strong people of the human race went to help, Liu Ci and Yuan rode the whale to take the strong people of Zhufeng to the Lanling Snow Field, and there were only some young disciples left in Qingshan.The Hades Master and his subordinates took advantage of this opportunity to sneak to the Peak of the End of the Gods through the Qingshan Great Array, wanting to recapture the Seal of the Hades Emperor, and then he was slashed by him with a sword.Except for the underworld, the rest of the underworld powerhouses are dead.After Liu Ci came back, he persuaded him to dispose of the body, but he refused because he was lazy.Afterwards, the remnants of the soul fire of those underworld powerhouses floated in the Shenmo Peak for many years, and finally turned into resentful spirits.Jing Jiu still didn't pay attention to it, anyway, those resentful spirits couldn't affect him, and he couldn't frighten the juniors who were qualified to go to Shenmo Peak to meet him.Hundreds of years later, he carried Zhao Layue to the end of the god peak again, and encountered those resentful spirits again.This shows a truth, since this matter is related to you, then you should not think about being lazy.Even if you can be lazy for a while, you will still have to do it yourself after 300 years.If he ignored the resentful spirits suspended around him at this time, it would be his business many years later.He figured this out, shook his head, and slashed down with a sword from the cosmic edge.When those Yin Spirits touched this cold sword intent, they shattered into the tiniest particles of dust and fell silent.But the ghosts did not disperse at once.The Cosmic Front brought up countless red-hot magma from the river, forming hundreds of somewhat vague characters, which were carefully identified as a certain scripture in Guocheng Temple.The firelight illuminates the dark caverns and the faces of the spirits.The faces of those resentful spirits gradually blurred, and the anger gradually disappeared, and finally turned into clear light, scattered into nothingness.Whether it is a yin spirit or a resentful spirit, without the blessing of a magic weapon, he cannot launch a tidal wave of terrifying attacks, and he is not afraid of evil and filth, so he can naturally easily slash it with a sword.But in fact, this sword is by no means simple, it is extremely complex, and it is even close to perfection.No one but him could cut this sword, not even he himself could do it if he hadn't listened to the Buddhist scriptures in Guocheng Temple for six years.Jing Jiu threw the fragments of the magic weapon into the river, and then volleyed into the air.He wasn't ready to leave, the countless demon bones in the ancient battlefield were waiting for him below, thinking of this, he also had some expectations.He turned his body upside down and held out his right hand.There was a soft buzz.A breeze came from the dark cave.He disappeared.A round hole appears in the ground.Fiery magma poured into the cavern from the cracks in the stone below, refilled, and faded without leaving a trace.………… The melting of rock into a river indicates that it has penetrated deep into the center of the earth.Whether it is decent or evil, it is difficult for Terran cultivators to live in such a hot environment.Jing Jiu didn't meet the hidden powerhouse again, and he didn't know if it was good luck or bad luck.I don't know how long it took, but he broke through the rock wall and flew out.This is an extremely large underground cave, the top of the cave is hundreds of feet high from the ground, and it looks very empty.A river formed by fiery magma that flows incessantly on the ground.If it weren't for the fact that the lava was so hot and bright, rushing too fast, and crashing into the riverbank, he would have thought it was still on the river's edge before.It is impossible for one to step into two rivers that are the same, but if you go around and around, you will always encounter similar scenery.He landed on the bank of the river and looked into the distance.The bright and hot river of fire stretched for more than ten miles in the distance, and then suddenly branched off somewhere, becoming two rivers.Instead of a river going east and a river going west, it is a river going up and a river going down.Some people experience such things, and when they see such a picture, they may feel some emotion, but Jing Jiu still doesn't.Even if there is, I can't see it.The river spewed flames and even more terrifying magma, illuminating his expressionless face.The next moment, he turned and walked up the gentle slope, feeling the breath ahead of him becoming clearer and clearer, knowing that he was not in the wrong place.Countless years ago, the gentle slope was once an ancient battlefield where the human race and the underworld fought each other.After the Soul Gathering Valley was sealed by the Zhongzhou faction, the ancient battlefield sank to the deepest part of the earth.It seemed to be 30,000 years ago, and the Zhongzhou faction had just started and was in its first heyday, but he was a little unsure.Many years have passed, and the remains of the strong people of the human race must have been transported away for burial, and the corpses of those strong people in the underworld have not been left, and it is even more wishful thinking to find the magic weapons and cultivation secrets left by those strong people here.However, he was looking for the bones of those demon beasts, no matter how greedy the Terran cultivation sect was, peeling the skin and taking the flesh to take the pill, he didn't think he was interested in those heavy and huge bones.Those demon bones were of no use except for hardness, and it didn't make sense for cultivators to make tea and drink, so they just left it for him to use.Thinking so, Jing Jiu came to the top of the gentle slope and looked down.The cave here is even larger, and the ground is a black field, dozens of miles in circumference.The fire of the river illuminates the cave and spills over the field like a sunset.In the field of sunset, hundreds of huge demon bones were scattered, projecting even greater black shadows.These dead demon beasts still maintain the appearance they had when they died in battle, they are still so huge and terrifying.This former ancient battlefield does not seem to have passed tens of thousands of years, but it still gives people a sense of vicissitudes.Jing Jiu came to a large white demon skeleton.Judging from the shape of the skeleton, this big demon looks a little like an ordinary elephant, but it is more than ten times larger.Jing Jiu was most interested in the tooth bones of this great demon.He stretched out his left hand, but felt empty.The huge tooth bone, which was about ten feet long, shattered like this, turned into snowflakes all over the sky, and sprinkled his whole face.Immediately afterward, the bones of the great demon fell apart like a grass hut in the wind, collapsed to the ground, and also turned into powder.Jing Jiu was silent for a while, walked over to another big demon skeleton, and stretched out the tail finger of his left hand.The same thing happened again.The bones of the Great Demon collapsed and turned into a striking white powder on the black field.Tens of thousands of years.Everything is decayed.The demon bone in the Demon Suppression Prison had been soaked in Canglong's stomach for many years, and his right hand had been ground from summer to early autumn before it was ground into powder.The bones of these big demons in the field were shattered by touching them.Tens of thousands of years have passed, and its power has been flaunted where you can't see it.The power of time is indeed the sharpest sword in heaven and earth.Jing Jiu stood among the hundreds of massive skeletons, silent for a moment, and then turned to leave.When leaving, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and the light streamers of my clothes brought a breeze.Hundreds of gigantic skeletons slowly collapsed, and in a few years, they would merge with the black field.Jing Jiu didn't look back, walked towards the place where the sunset started, and returned to the river to sit down.The magma in the river jumped and burst out, like an upside-down waterfall, like a creature leaping for joy.The rumbling was endless.The river went forward.The deceased is like this.When reluctant to give up day and night.But if there is an eternal future, why not give up.Jing Jiu thought calmly.()