MTL - The Path Toward Heaven-v9 Chapter 12 There should be a grand hot pot before leaving

The Galaxy Alliance has been controlled by Zhao Layue and Qing'er, the Patriarch of Qingshan has gone, and there is no threat at this moment.

The agreement between Xue Ji and Jing Jiu has ended, what should we do next?

The disaster that the Sea of ​​Dark Things will bring is still hundreds of years later, but she is here.

Will she become the greatest threat to mankind?

Zhao Layue looked at Tong Yan and said, "If it weren't for Xue Ji to live, we wouldn't be here."

If Jing Jiu wanted Xueji to die, he only had to stay on Mars before, waiting for the sword formation of the solar system to collapse and the fleet of the Galaxy Alliance to enter.

Tong Yan said blankly, "The situation has changed, now is the best chance to kill Xue Ji."

Peng Lang said: "I don't think so."

Tong Yan was silent for a while and said: "It's just a joke, why bother to be so serious?"

It is rare for him to say such witty words. Everyone knew that it was because he had clearly seen Peng Lang's attitude and understood that it would cost more to kill Xue Ji at this moment, but he could also hear that he was really relaxed.

The Patriarch is dead and there is nothing wrong in the world.

Only Jing Jiu was in danger of death.

Everyone's eyes fell on him again.

He slowly lifted the blanket on his body.

The movements are very slow, or clumsy, like not knowing how to raise the arms and spread the fingers.

It's like when he walked out of the mountainside from that waterfall many years ago, walked to the shore and started to chop wood.

He glanced at Liu Shisui.

Liu Shisui understood what he meant, took out the Ten Thousand Soul Banner with the fastest speed, and lightly covered him.

The Ten Thousand Soul Banner was cut to pieces by Shen Qingshan's sword intent, covering the same rags.

The picture is miserable and ugly.

Countless extremely dark soul fire left the banner cloth and sank down into that body.

Jing Jiu's expression became more comfortable.

Zhao Layue pulled off his sleeve, grabbed some water from the air to wet it, and began to wipe the blood off for him carefully.

Jing Jiu said, "Let Qing'er go."

Zhao Layue said.

Qing'er flew out and was shocked when she saw Jing Jiu's appearance.

Before she could ask anything, she heard what Zhao Layue said.

"Go to the sun and tell Ah Da that it's all right here, come back."

Qing'er couldn't help but glanced at Jing Jiu again, waving her transparent wings and flying towards the sky.

After a few breaths, she turned into a blue bird and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The solar system sword formation is about to be completely destroyed, there is no sword intent in the space, she can fly to the sun very quickly.

"The collapse of the sword formation is over."

After calculating the time, Zhao Layue said to Jing Jiu: "The fleet should be here."

Jing Jiu did not speak.

Seeing this scene, everyone was a little helpless.

Now his body is like a room full of holes, and he can only let the cold wind through.

That childlike spirit is like a lamp in the house, persisting in the cold wind.

Now the house may collapse at any time and the lamp oil is almost gone. How can I keep the flame from going out?

"Let's make a hot pot." Jing Jiu said suddenly, "Since we have to wait a while."

Zhuo Rusui said in surprise: "I didn't see that you like hot pot before? Did your temperament change drastically after you ascended? No... even if you want to eat, how do you eat now? Whatever you eat will leak out of your stomach..."

Zhao Layue glared at him.

Jing Jiu said, "I want to watch you eat."

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No matter it was the last meal before he died, he really just wanted to see it. Since he made a request, the disciples naturally had to do it, and they had to do it beautifully.

Zhuo Rusui moved out the tables and chairs from the Dongfu, but did not know where he got the spices and a few ingredients.

Liu Shisui went to the forest deep in the island to pick some fresh mushrooms and some vegetables.

Ensheng stood by the beach, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shen Yunbu stood by the pool, thinking about his father.

Huaxi sat back on the small bench and started fishing blankly.

Zhao Layue was talking to Jing Jiu softly while in the wheelchair, but her spiritual consciousness kept staring at her.

It didn't take long for everything to be prepared.

Liu Shisui flicked his fingers, and a magic flame gathered at the bottom of the pot, emitting a steady stream of heat.

Zhuo Rusui cut the coconut into pieces and boiled it with water, and then added coconut milk to gradually produce a sweet aroma.

Zhao Layue watched Huaxi catch some fish and said, "I'll go ask her for some."

Everyone thought about the previous scene of Shen Qingshan and Shen Yunbuying the heads of father and son floating in the pool, and shook their heads.

Zhao Layue said: "Do you want to boil mushrooms in clean water? This is not pretty."

This hot pot is not for eating, but for viewing, so it’s important to look good.

Peng Lang flew out of the sea with a few swordsmanship swordsmanship, carrying a lot of lobsters and crabs in his hand.

Zhuo Rusui was amnesty, and quickly said: "The coconut seafood pot looks extremely refreshing, he must like it."

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The clear soup in the pot just boiled, and the clouds in the sky also boiled.

The battleship Lieyang broke through the clouds, bringing strong wind and anxiety to the surface of the planet that had just calmed down.

The battleship did not directly land on the sea, only a dozen clear lights flashed by, and there were more people on the beach.

Those were all immortals who were picked up from Mars by the Lieyang battleship.

Xian Jian Ensheng greeted him, met with Shen Da Xian Shi and others, and began to tell what happened here.

Queniang and others naturally walked towards the hot pot, and when they saw Jing Jiu's current appearance, they suddenly exclaimed.

Shenda Xianshi and other immortals of previous generations confirmed the death of the ancestor, and they were shocked and extremely sad.

The seaside was as quiet as a tomb, and the exclamations and words at the hot pot table were inevitably harsh.

The black demon fairy Gu right looked over there and said blankly, "Is this celebrating?"

"For them, what can be celebrated?" Ensheng said while looking at that.

Que Niang and others were all around the wheelchair.

An extremely deep wound started at the corner of Jing Jiu's left eye and continued down through his face and neck.

The face that was once perfect, now looks a little scary.

He covered the tattered Ten Thousand Soul Banner, like a dead man.

Yeah, what can you celebrate?

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"I haven't died, so don't cry in mourning." Jing Jiu said impatiently, "Eat yours."

Zhao Layue did not eat, but just looked at him.

Tong Yan didn't do anything, didn't plan to eat, and sat under a coconut tree to rest.

How could Que Niang and others dare not be obedient, they picked up the tableware one after another, and the table suddenly became crowded.

In the past few hundred years, Su Ziye has always regarded himself as the direct line of Shenmofeng. When he saw Zhao Layue, he called Miss. She had a few hot pot meals at Shenmofeng and joined in very familiarly, but she would watch Jing Jiu from time to time. At a glance—he thought to himself that even if the Wanhun Banner is not discarded, I'm afraid it won't be taken away. Missy will definitely let it be buried with Jing Jiu.

The soup in the pot kept boiling, forming a mist, and disappearing before entering the cloud.

The disciples were holding their chopsticks and ate Liu Shisui's dishes non-stop. Apart from not speaking very much and the atmosphere was not very lively, it was really similar to the scene when Shenmofeng ate hot pot in the past.

Those former immortals don’t know that Shenmofeng’s hot pot is usually not to celebrate a major event, but a habitual action before doing a major event—such as the Qingshan Civil Rebellion, such as Jing Jiu Feisheng, or at this moment he might be dying.

As they ate, everyone suddenly found one more person.

Huaxi didn't know when he squeezed in, sitting on a chair silently holding vegetables.

"Shen Qingshan just died, can you eat it?"

Su Ziye was a little surprised and said, "And everyone is standing, why are you sitting?"

Huaxi ignored him and kept delivering vegetables to his mouth.

She is an ordinary person now, eager to eat, almost choking.

A pair of chopsticks stretched out from the side, preventing her from picking up vegetables, and at the same time a gentle voice sounded.

"Slow down, slow down."

Tan Zhenren walked to the table with the bowl and chopsticks.

Everyone was shocked and wondered when did you come?

Tong Yan stood up in the coconut tree and saluted here seriously.

Tan Zhenren set up his chopsticks, motioned him not to come, and sat on the chair Liu Shisui brought.

Regardless of his seniority or his status as a major hero today, he is qualified to sit in the first place.

After eating a few bites of lobster meat, Tan Zhenren looked at Jing Jiu in the wheelchair and sighed.

Then he ate some vegetables and sighed again.

Obviously, he has nothing to do with Jing Jiu's current situation.

The hot pot continued to boil, and the atmosphere continued to be suppressed. Zhuo Rusui couldn't stand it. He turned to the robot not far away and shouted, "You are also a green mountain disciple, do you want to eat two?"

Shen Yunjian said, "Don't eat."

Zhuo Rusui said: "Sorry, people always have to eat."

"As soon as my father died, you would eat hot pot, I don't care, because going to the grave to eat is also considered courtesy."

Shen Yun scolded: "The question is can I **** eat?"

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"Don't watch it," Jing Jiu said.

Everyone's chopsticks stopped and looked at him.

Jing Jiu looked at Huaxi and said, "He said I should look at some things."

This is what Shen Qingshan said before he died.

Huaxi was silent for a while, and said, "Actually, there is nothing worth seeing, but you can watch it if you want."

Jing Jiu said, "I think it should be the ancestor star. If I want to return to the main star, I may not be able to do it."

Even the fastest warship could not fly from the ancestor star to the main star in nine days.

His spirit may be possible, but it is more likely to dissipate in the universe.

"I put one on every planet, so you can see him everywhere."

Huaxi put down his chopsticks, got up and walked towards the cave.

Zhao Layue pushed her wheelchair behind.

Many people have guessed that what Huaxi took Jing Jiu to see should be related to gods, but they were very curious but did not dare to follow.

Zhuo Rusui kicked Liu Shisui and said, "Hurry up and have a look! Come back and tell us!"

Liu Shisui responded and ran over.

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Pushing the wheelchair with both hands into the cave, followed Huaxi to a quiet room.

The door of the quiet room closed silently~www.novelbuddy.com~ The ground began to sink, faster and faster.

When the subsidence stopped, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui calculated at the same time that they should have reached a thousand meters underground.

The door of the quiet chamber opened, and everyone walked into the empty cave.

The dome and the walls are all stones, and there are no artificial traces.

A black box rested among the rocks on the floor.

Huaxi walked over and kicked the box rudely.

Countless rays of light shot out from the box. The light kept moving, converging, and merging, and finally a three-dimensional three-dimensional image appeared, which was very lifelike and looked like a living person.

It was a young man in a military uniform of unknown age.

He has a very ordinary appearance, with small eyes, single eyelids, straight eyebrows, and slightly raised ends, like flying knives.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were a little surprised, wondering if these were gods?