Of course, he still had a way to reach the top of the peak, but as he told Zhao Layue, someone might be watching them at the moment.
The Sect Leader and Yuan Qijing could both see this place if they wanted to.
At any other time, Jing Jiu would definitely not continue to the peak and would go back. But …
He glanced at Zhao Layue and thought, This young lady must be very disappointed.
"Then … let's watch."
He looked at the mountains deep in the sea of clouds and said softly.
He reached out and touched the bracelet on Zhao Layue's wrist.
Silently, the bracelet left the girl's wrist and turned into a sword rope in his hand.
For some reason, this extraordinary sword rope was willing to listen to his orders.
With a thought, the sword rope shot out like a snake and wrapped around Zhao Layue's body.
He untied the sword from his back, thought for a moment, and put it back. He picked up Zhao Layue and walked up the peak.
His technique was ingenious. The sword rope and her body were evenly distributed.
Carried by him, Zhao Layue slept soundly like she was in a hammock. She did not wake up.
…
…
Jing Jiu climbed the peak. His style was naturally completely different from Zhao Layue's.
He was not as cautious as Zhao Layue. She took three steps forward and two steps back. Sometimes she turned left and sometimes she skimmed.
He did not pay attention to anything. He just walked.
After two steps on the mountain path, he encountered a sword will.
There was a crisp and loud crack. A tear appeared on his white robe.
He continued forward without any pause, as if he did not notice it.
He continued forward on the mountain path. His steps became faster and faster. He encountered more and more sword wills, and the crisp sounds became more urgent.
Crack crack crack crack! It sounded like a storm was approaching, like countless bowstrings breaking at the same time, and like countless swords colliding.
The sounds of swords were endless. The area separated by the sword formation was forcibly broken through. The sound echoed between the cliffs, but it couldn't get out of the peak. Gradually, it mixed together and became deeper and deeper, more and more terrifying. It was like thunder, constantly sweeping the mountain path.
If someone was on this part of the mountain path at this moment, they would probably be deafened by the thunder formed from the tens of thousands of sword sounds.
Zhao Layue did not wake up. Her face was rosy and she was sleeping soundly. It seemed that she was well protected by Jing Jiu.
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…
After an unknown period of time, the night was still dark and the morning light had yet to arrive.
The Shenmo Peak was right in front of them.
Between the green peaks and precipitous cliffs, a few pavilions could be seen faintly.
Jing Jiu stopped and rubbed his face.
Charging all the way from the mountain peak to here and breaking through so many sword intents, even he felt his face go numb.
His white robe was very special. It was impervious to fire and water and could resist flying swords. At this time, it had already become extremely tattered.
Dozens of strips of cloth hung on his body, revealing his white jade-like body. He looked to be in a sorry state.
Suddenly, there was the sound of the wind in the cliffs, whimpering incessantly. It was exceptionally sorrowful, like the weeping of ghosts.
Dozens of gloomy and cold soul flames drifted out from the cracks of the cliff ahead. They gradually merged together, revealing a ferocious and ugly face. It looked extremely frightening.
"That's why Mo Chi was nicknamed the Dark Spirit back then. He is indeed very ugly."
Looking at the Dark Spirit exuding a gloomy aura, Jing Jiu shook his head.
Many years ago, when Taiping Zhenren was behind death's door, the human imperial court and the Ice-Snow Kingdom had a great battle between the Cultivation practitioners on the Lanling Snowland.
The Sect Master led all the swordsmen of the nine peaks to reinforce them, and some regular disciples of Aoyama were left behind to guard the place.
It was then that the Curtain Rollers lost some important information, which fell into the hands of the Underworld Master.
This important figure of the Underworld led his subordinates to sneak into the nine peaks through the loopholes of the Great Formation of Aoyama, as recorded in the information, in an attempt to obtain something.
They didn't expect that the thing was not in the Sword Jail of Shangde Peak, but on Shenmo Peak.
The Underworld Master had calculated that Jingyang should be behind closed doors, so he couldn't miss the opportunity.
Jingyang had spent most of his life behind closed doors, so the Underworld Master wasn't wrong.
However, the Underworld Master didn't expect that the four Principal Guards would wake up at the same time as they stepped into the nine peaks of Aoyama, so Jingyang had come out from behind closed doors.
Facing those swordsmen of the Underworld, Jingyang killed them with one swing of his sword.
The Underworld Master was severely wounded, and he had almost failed to escape.
This event was closely covered up because it was related to a secret of the Aoyama Sect, and it had something to do with the Curtain Rollers.
The Underworld of course wouldn't publicize their crushing defeat, so few people knew about it until now.
After the Sect Master of Aoyama came back, he thought it was necessary to clean up the remnants of the soul-fires, or at least to dispose of those corpses scattered around the top of Shenmo Peak.
Jingyang thought it was too troublesome, since there were no disciples on Shenmo Peak, and no guests, so it was unnecessary to do so.
As a result, the corpses of those swordsmen of the Underworld were scattered among the cliffs until they turned into white bones after being blown by the wind and rain, and then turned into dust.
As for the remnants of the soul-fires, they were left behind, and now they were like the resentful spirits.
These resentful spirits formed by the soul-fires had no intelligence, only resentful intent and murderous intent, which might be troublesome for the regular disciples.
Yet, in the eyes of Jing Jiu, these remnants of the soul-fires were no different from the smoke generated by the wet firewood on the stove.
"Disperse."
Jing Jiu carried Zhao Layue and headed toward the top of the peak.
He didn't stop when he passed by that terrifying Underworld Spirit.
That Underworld Spirit let out an ear-piercing shriek, trying to swallow Jing Jiu.
Suddenly, the Underworld Spirit dispersed, turning back into dozens of gloomy and cold underworld fires. Those underworld fires screamed in terror and fled to the surroundings of the peak; but they didn't get far before they landed on the cliff rocks and turned into dozens of wisps of green smoke, vanishing without a trace.
"It's much easier to wait for them to gather together than to look for me everywhere."
Jing Jiu thought as he walked into the small building on the peak. Like most of the buildings in Aoyama, there was a cave behind the building.
This was Jingyang's abode in the past.
The building was naturally made of the most precious material of giant trees, and the floor was paved with white jade. The richly ornamented beams and painted rafters didn't look tacky, and all the details were perfect.
But it was obvious that no one had been here for a long time. Be it the beams or the floor paved with jade, they were all covered with a thin layer of dust.
Jing Jiu walked in front of the wall and turned the luminous pearl on the wall.
With a few cracking sounds, the ground shook slightly, and something started to turn.
A cool breeze blew, lifting up the dust on the beams and the ground and blowing it out of the building. Soon, the cave was spotless and very clean.
Jing Jiu put Zhao Layue on the ground and walked around the building, occasionally touching the stone walls, pillars, and utensils.
Finally, he came to the center of the building and looked around with his hands behind his back, feeling a little emotional.
He didn't think that he would see these things again so soon.
Zhao Layue had changed his plan, but it seemed to be a good idea.
He walked into the abode and pressed on the stone wall at the end. The stone wall opened silently, revealing a quiet room.
There were dozens of clothes hanging in the stone room. They were mostly plain and looked very clean.
Jing Jiu's finger slowly brushed past these clothes and stopped.
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