Chapter 560

Ah Piao left, and the stone gate of the cave closed again.

Looking at the closed stone gate, Tong Yan remained silent, thinking that it turned out that the person sitting opposite the chessboard was Taiping Daoist.

That being the case, losing this round is not unacceptable. The question is how does this little guy plan to leave Yinfeng?

Even if it has been more than three hundred years since Master Taiping knew about the other passage to Yinfeng, could it be that Master Liu Ci and Jing Jiu haven't prepared yet?

When Jing Jiu took him away from Hidden Peak, he didn't know how he left. When he opened his eyes, he had already arrived at Tianguang Peak, and then went to the underworld.

But these are not questions for him to think about, he closed his eyes and began to heal his wounds.

His injuries were serious, he couldn't stand up for a short time, and naturally he couldn't open the stone door to inform Jing Jiu.

A Piao did not leave Yinfeng directly, but went to another Qingfeng.

The mountain peak is full of wild flowers, and the branches and vines flow like hundreds of cascades between the cliffs, forming regular lines that are not words.

In the deepest part of those branches and wild flowers, there is a very inconspicuous cave hidden. Fang Jingtian has been locked up in this cave for nine years.

A Piao took out the bamboo flute and played a silent piece of music.

The wild flowers swaggered with the sound of the flute, and the branches began to move slowly, making a rustling sound, as if it was raining.

Then he inserted the bamboo flute into the soil, one third was submerged in the mud, and two thirds were exposed.

The movement of wildflowers and vines continued, and the sky was still raining unseen.

The bamboo flute trembled slightly, and under the nourishment of the rain, many branches grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The growth continued, and those branches gave birth to green leaves, and then began to bear buds, no more, no less, exactly seven.

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In terms of age, Ah Piao is already in his teens, but people in the underworld are all petite, looking like a five or six-year-old child.

After finishing what Daoist Taiping told him, he was a little nervous and tired, and subconsciously sighed, looking like a little adult.

Just like Tong Yan thought, how to leave Yinfeng is the most troublesome thing, Ah Piao also has no idea in his heart, whether the real person's arrangement back then is useful or not.

With these worries in mind, he drifted away from the verdant peaks, came to a certain place, dodged the formation in some embarrassment, and entered the sword prison in the mountain.

The passage in the Sword Prison was extremely dark, and the monsters of the underworld in the cells on both sides sensed his breath, rushed to the door again, and made a cold voice.

The voice is so cold, but the mood is so joyful.

A Piao waved his right hand and greeted the prisoners on both sides like an emperor, but he didn't try to release the restraint of the cell.

He didn't have this ability, and he didn't want to anger the lord.

"Xiao Wang has seen Master Ye Xiao."

Ah Piao gently floated into the air, stopped in front of the dead dog, put his hands together, and performed the most respected salute in the lower world.

The corpse dog slowly opened his eyes and looked at him quietly, without any reaction.

Tong Yan took the box to Yinfeng.

Now that the ghost in the box has come out, but Tong Yan is still in Yinfeng, it is obvious that there is something wrong.

The corpse dog is very familiar with the underworld, and is not very vigilant. No matter how powerful the monster is, it only takes one bite.

"You can't eat me."

A Piao looked at him pitifully and said: "I am the future emperor of the underworld, the peace that the two real people want falls on me, and I am just a harmless letter!"

The corpse dog closed his eyes and ignored him.

A Piao looked up along the sky, knowing that he still had to wait for Yuan Qijing to leave now.

Thinking about what he was going to do next, his face was full of innocence, and he thought he didn't want to, but who would he dare to offend?

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People from all denominations have arrived.

There is no doubt about the word "du", any sect that is qualified to participate in the Ceremony of the Master of Qingshan has come, and the representatives sent are all of high status.

The person sent by Zhongzhou was Bai Zhenren, and she only brought Bai Zao and Xiang Wanshu and other young disciples.

The Zen son of Guocheng Temple came with Lianjia in person. Bu Qiuxiao brought Xi Yiyun and Liu Shisui along. The master of Shuiyue Temple took Zhen Tao with him. Chen Xueshao, Suzerain's suzerain, took her with him. Dazeling took the left envoy. The master of Jingzong took Que Niang with him. He Wei, head of Kunlun, carried hatred. The people who came from the court were still He Guogong and Zhang Yiai, the commander of Qingtian Division.

Logically speaking, Xilai Peak should be responsible for receiving representatives of various sects, but Fang Jingtian, the master of Xilai Peak, is still in closed-door training in Yinfeng, so he can only let it out.

Master Yuan Qijing of Shangde Peak is too high-status and too old. Master Guangyuan of Shiyue Peak is far away in the West Sea and will not come back to attend the grand ceremony. Master Nanwang of Qingrong Peak is impatient to do these mundane tasks. Master Fuwang of Yunxing Peak feels that he has lost face a few years ago and is embarrassed to come forward.

There is no doubt that this is the most important event in the practice world for hundreds of years, and it is even better than the 30,000-year Wendao Conference held by the Zhongzhou School a few years ago.

With the big blue sky formation, the weather is naturally very good, and the strong men of various sects sit between the cloud platforms, feeling like a fairy.

The picturesque scenery of Tianguang Peak falls in everyone's eyes.

The heads and suzerains of the various sects looked at the stone tortoise carrying the stone tablet on the top of Tianguang Peak, with a knowing look on their faces.

There is a small hut behind the stele, and there is a chair in the hut, which is still empty.

Dozens of eyes fell on that chair, their emotions were different, but they were all equally complicated.

I heard that Jing Jiu had entered the realm of breaking the sea a few years ago and became the person with the fastest cultivation speed in history.

Including Bu Qiuxiao, many big figures in the cultivation world have never been able to figure out how he could be so fast.

What's the difference between those so-called geniuses and shit compared to him?

Then someone thought that they heard that Zhuo Rusui and Zhao Layue had also advanced to the upper realm of You Ye a few years ago, and now they are also starting to break through the sea.

This is really too evil, how did the Qingshan sect do it?

"It's all the legacy of Master Jingyang."

Bu Qiuxiao saw this matter more clearly than anyone else, glanced at Liu Shisui, and thought that you could be regarded as a cheap person.

A small sedan chair with green curtains flew over from a distance and landed beside the Master of Shuiyue Nunnery.

Many people knew that this was the holy relic of the Supreme Elder of Shuiyue Temple, and they couldn't help being a little surprised, wondering why they didn't come together?

Before people could think about it, Yuan Qijing stepped on the three-foot sword and came to the top of Tianguang Peak, accompanied by a light snow, and Nan Wang followed.

Everyone saluted one after another, knowing that the enthronement ceremony of the head of Qingshan is about to begin.

The master of Shuiyue nunnery glanced at the small sedan chair with green curtains, and frowned slightly.

She is successful in cultivating the Tao, but she still looks like a young girl, her eyebrows are clear and graceful, and they are a little wide apart, with a peach petal stuck in the middle, which is very beautiful.

She frowned slightly, and the peach petals trembled slightly, exuding a fresh breath, unexpectedly quietly displaying the Celestial Aura.

The Master of Shuiyue Temple felt that something was wrong, but looking around, he didn't know where the problem was.

At this time, there were at least a thousand practitioners around Tianguang Peak, but there was no sound, which seemed extraordinarily solemn.

The grand ceremony of the head of Qingshan attracted all the attention, not to mention the monsters of the evil faction, even the Zhongzhou faction would not dare to make trouble at this time.

If something really happened, it could only be inside Qingshan... Her thoughts were interrupted by a sword cry, and she could no longer pick it up.

The sword cry was extremely bright and clear, resounding through the heaven and earth, and resounding in everyone's heart.

It was like a drop of dew falling from the edge of a huge lotus hundreds of feet high, and shattered into powder on the surface of the most precious piece of white jade in the world.

Accompanied by the sound of the sword, Jing Jiu came to the peak and walked towards the chair.

Zhao Layue, Gu Qing, and Yuan Qu stood not far away watching this scene.

Countless people are also watching this scene.

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Tianguang fell from the bottom of Shangde Peak, and fell on the corpse dog at the same time as the sound of the sword.

At the same time, it also heard another voice.

It was the sound of flowers blooming in full bloom, and they were plum blossoms, seven plum blossoms.

The corpse dog glanced at A Piao.

Ah Piao's face was pale.

The corpse dog ignored him, and quietly walked into the depths of the Sword Prison, like a black cloud.

A Piao knew that he had finally passed this level, rubbed his little face with some fear, and floated upwards.

The scenery in Yinfeng is more beautiful than those outside, no matter the blue sky and white clouds or the green cliffs, but such a flowery scene rarely appeared before.

The corpse dog looked at the green peak in front of him, looked at the small broken flowers all over the mountains and plains, and easily found the bamboo flute.

At this time, the bamboo flute is no longer what it used to be, with countless branches and seven plum blossoms in full bloom.

Accompanied by a creaking sound, the stone gate of the Cave Mansion between the Peaks slowly opened, and the vines that were hidden outside instantly split into pieces and fell powerlessly to the ground.

The breeze blew gently, driving the two silver eyebrows, like the Milky Way in the night sky, Fang Jingtian left the gate.

His breath was restrained, his eyes were indifferent, seemingly ordinary, but as he took a step, a sword light came out of his body, traveled countless miles, and landed on the sky.

This is already the realm of the Great Thing of the Heavenly Realm!

Strangely, there was no change in the sky that took over the sword light.

Unless an extremely powerful formation or magic weapon is used to isolate them in advance, when a cultivator enters the heaven-reaching realm, the heaven and the earth will inevitably respond. Why didn't Fang Jingtian?

This is a difficult thing to understand, but the corpse dog's eyes are very calm, obviously knowing the inside story.

Fang Jingtian stepped on the wild flowers all over the ground, came to the bamboo flute, and watched the flowers quietly for a while.

The seven plum blossoms are invisible, the branches and leaves fly away, and the bamboo flute is still a bamboo flute.

He picked up the bamboo flute, played a few notes at random, and found that he was not good at it. He shook his head with a smile, and then calmly saluted the corpse dog.

There was a look of appreciation in the corpse dog's eyes.

After the Battle of the West Sea, Fang Jingtian was punished by Yuan Qijing to enter the hidden peak, unable to leave without reaching the sky.

The most hopeful ones of Qingshan Sect to break through the realm and enter Tongtian are Fang Jingtian and Master Guangyuan, but Tongtian Realm is not such a simple matter.

In the history of the practice world, countless strong cultivators who were expected to reach the sky all fell on this threshold in the end.

The countless dead bodies in the hidden peak are proof.

In a sense, what Fang Jingtian was facing was a real dead end.

This kind of huge pressure can sometimes help ascetics to move forward, and sometimes it can become a kind of mental obstacle.

Who would have thought that it only took him nine years to break through the death barrier and truly enter the Heaven-reaching Realm!

"It's not fair!"

An old and bitter voice suddenly sounded from a certain green peak: "If Taiping hadn't helped you, how could you, an idiot, be faster than me! I'm not reconciled!"

Fang Jingtian didn't know which cave was in the former peak, so he frowned slightly.

The corpse dog knew that it was a strong man from Mo Chengfeng back then, and he was once regarded as a swordsman genius when he debuted. He had only cultivated for more than 200 years, and he reached the peak of breaking the sea.

During the civil strife in Qingshan 600 years ago, Mo Chengfeng was bloodbathed. This person descended fairly quickly. The real Taiping cherished his talent and asked him to go to Yinfeng to retreat and practice.

However, after so many years, this person still failed to step through that threshold.

The old voice with strong resentment and hatred did not sound again.

The corpse dog came to the green peak, opened the stone gate of the cave, and found that the man was dead.

Looking at that skinny body and that distorted and terrifying face, the corpse dog's eyes were indifferent, without any sympathy or pity.

It picked up the emaciated corpse, stepped on the clouds, came to a certain mountain in the very remote place of Yinfeng, and put it into a small hole like a shrine.

Then, it took a breath.

The sword light illuminates the mountain of corpses.

A flying sword with an obviously extraordinary grade flew out of the corpse.

The sword fell between the ears of the dead dog like a hair.

The corpse dog ignored Fang Jingtian who was leaving.

Yuan Qijing said that as long as Fang Jingtian can reach the sky, he can leave Yinfeng.

As for whether there will be another civil strife in Qingshan... that is a matter between their brothers, and it doesn't want to take care of it this time.

When the corpse dog buried the person, Fang Jingtian had already arrived in the Sword Prison.

He saw the prison cell deep in the narrow passage again, and suddenly felt something else.

Master was imprisoned here by them back then, who is in it now?

There are still a lot of things to do today, he didn't think too much, and continued to move forward along the dark passage, before stopping in front of another cell.

He took out the bamboo flute, looked at the closed stone gate, and said, "Uncle Master, let's go."