Of course, he still has a way to reach the peak, but just like he said to Zhao Luoyue, it is very likely that someone is watching this side at this time.

Both the head and the Yuan Whale guy can see here, if they want to.

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

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

"So...... Just look at it. ”

He looked at the peaks in the depths of the sea of clouds and whispered.

He stretched out his finger and tapped the bracelet on Zhao Luoyue's wrist.

Quietly, the bracelet left the girl's wrist and turned into a sword rope that he held in his hand.

I don't know why, this sword rope that is not ordinary is willing to obey his orders.

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

He untied the sword from his back, thought about it and took it back, picked up Zhao Luoyue and walked towards the peak.

His technique was ingenious, and the force was evenly applied to the place where the rope came into contact with her body.

Zhao Luoyue was lifted in his hand, just like sleeping in a hammock, sleeping very soundly, and did not wake up.

。。。。。。

Jingjiu ascended to the peak, and his style was naturally completely different from Zhao Luoyue.

He was not cautious like Zhao Luoyue, taking three steps forward and two steps back, sometimes turning left, sometimes skimming.

He didn't pay attention to anything, he just walked directly.

After taking two steps forward on the mountain path, he encountered a sword intent.

There was a snap, crisp and loud, and a hole appeared in the white clothes.

He continued on, without a pause, as if unaware.

Continuing to move forward on the mountain road, his steps became faster and faster, he encountered more and more sword intent, and the crisp sound became more and more urgent.

Like a storm, like a storm coming, it was like countless bowstrings were broken at the same time, and it was like countless swords were striking each other.

The sound of the sword was endless, and the area separated by the sword array was forcibly opened, and the sound echoed between the cliffs, and it could not be transmitted out of the peak, gradually mixed together, becoming more and more muffled, more and more terrifying, like thunder, constantly sweeping the mountain road.

If someone is on this mountain road at this time, I am afraid that I will be directly deafened by the thunder integrated by these thousands of sword sounds.

Zhao Luoyue was not awakened, her face was ruddy, and she slept very soundly, and it seemed that she was well protected by Jing Jiu.

。。。。。。

I don't know how long it has been, but the night is still dark, and the morning light has not yet arrived.

The summit of the end of the gods is in sight.

Between the cliffs of Qingfeng, you can faintly see several pavilions.

Jing Jiu stopped and rubbed his face.

Breaking through all the way from the peaks to here, breaking through so many sword intents, even if it was him, his face was a little numb.

His white clothes are very special, invulnerable to fire and water, and can resist flying swords, but at this time they have also become tattered.

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

Suddenly there was a sound of wind between the cliffs, whimpering non-stop, extremely sad, as if a ghost was crying.

Dozens of cold soul fires floated out of the stone cracks of the cliff in front of them, and gradually merged in one place, showing a hideous and ugly face, which looked extremely terrifying.

"No wonder Inkpool's nickname back then was called the Wraith, and it was really ugly. ”

Jing Jiu looked at the eerie smell of the ghost and shook his head.

Many years ago, the Taiping Zhenren had entered the dead, and there was a great battle between the Terran Dynasty and the Ice and Snow Kingdom in the Lanling Snow Plain.

The head of the sect took all the sword powerhouses of Jiufeng to help, and there were some ordinary disciples left in the Shenyun Sect.

At the right time, Tianjizi lost some extremely important information, and that information fell into the hands of the underworld.

This great figure of the underworld led his subordinates to sneak into the nine peaks through the loopholes in the Shenyun Great Array recorded in the data, wanting to get something.

They didn't expect that such a thing was not in the Sword Prison of Shangde Peak, but on Shenmo Peak.

The underworld master deduced and calculated, and felt that Xuanyuan Zhan should be in retreat, and the opportunity should not be missed.

Xuanyuan Zhan spent most of his life in retreat, so he was not miscalculated.

But the underworld master didn't expect that when they just stepped into the Nine Peaks of Xuanyun, the four major town guards woke up at the same time, so Xuanyuan Zhan went out of the customs.

Facing those powerhouses in the underworld, Xuanyuan Zhan killed them with a sword.

The Master was also seriously injured and almost managed to escape.

Because this matter involves a big secret of the Xuanyun Sect and has something to do with the shutter man, it is extremely tightly covered.

Of course, the underworld itself would not publicize this fiasco, so until now, few people have known about it.

After the head of the Shenyun sect returned, he felt that he should clean up the remnants of the soul fire, and at least dispose of the corpses scattered around the peak of the end of the gods.

Xuanyuan Zhan felt that it was too troublesome, there were no disciples in Shenmo Peak, and there would be no guests, so why bother.

So the corpses of those strong men of the underworld were scattered among the cliffs until they were beaten by the wind and rain, turned into white bones, and then turned into dust.

As for the fragments of those soul fires, they remained, and now they have become resentful spirits.

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

But in Jing Jiu's eyes, there was no difference between these remnants of soul fire and smoke from the wet wood that didn't burn clean in the stove.

"Spread out. ”

He carried Zhao Luoyue to the peak.

He didn't pause as he passed the terrifying wraith.

The wraith let out a piercing cry of sorrow, trying to swallow it into its belly.

Suddenly, the spirits scattered and turned back into dozens of cold fires, which screamed in fear and fled desperately around the peak, but they couldn't escape far, and they fell weakly on the cliff rocks, turned into dozens of wisps of green smoke, and disappeared without a trace.

"It's much easier to wait for them to come together than to look around. ”

Thinking like this, Jing Jiu walked into the small building at 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 house of Xuanyuan Zhan.

The pavilion is naturally made of the most precious giant tree material, the ground is paved with white jade, the carved beams and paintings are not tacky, and all the details are full of the word perfect.

But it was clear that no one had been here for a long time, and both the beams and the jade-paved ground were covered with a light layer of ash.

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

With a few soft sounds, the ground shook slightly, and I don't know what began to turn.

The breeze lifted the dust on the beams and the ground and blew it out of the building, and soon, the cave became clean and clean.

Jing Jiu put Zhao Luoyue on the ground and walked around the building, occasionally reaching out to touch the stone walls, pillars and utensils.

Finally, he came to the middle of the small building, looked around with his hands behind his back, and felt a little emotional.

He didn't expect to see it again so soon.

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

He walked towards the cave and pressed lightly on the stone wall at the end, which silently opened, revealing a quiet room.

There are dozens of clothes hanging in the stone room, mainly plain colors, which look quite clean.

Jing Jiu's fingers slowly brushed between these clothes, and finally stopped.

He picked out a white coat, which didn't fit particularly well, and could barely wear it.

[No time to review, please forgive me for typos]