No matter how human civilization develops, or evolves, transforms, and cultivates, it is a constant choice after all.Jing Jiu and Patriarch Aoyama have chosen different paths between their own relationship with the world, and they have both gone to the highest position and the deepest realm, and to put it in a very inaccurate way, they are the predecessors of human civilization and the latter.From beginning to end, this battle between them is static, so the waves are like sculptures and the coconut groves are picturesque.Shen Qingshan's body was already very weak, and he could only use his divine sense to control the sword formation of all things.But his divine sense is really unimaginably strong, and the All Things Sword Array controls all the rules, whether it is Peng Lang or Zhao Layue and others, they can't touch his body.Jing Jiu's body was perfect, but it became a shackle to himself, controlled by Shen Qingshan with the Chengtian Sword, and he couldn't do anything at all, so he could only sit in that wheelchair.Two wheelchairs on the seashore are like sitting on the beach, but they are more dangerous than any battle.It involves the forbidden area of the soul, the other side of the avenue, the will of the god, the fate of mankind, and even the legacy of the unknown civilization.The greatest possibility lies in giving up.Jing Jiu gave up his body, but managed to get up from his wheelchair and took the first step forward.Shen Qingshan stared at the child, and asked with an unusually serious expression, "What do you feel?"
”The child condensed by light and shadow should be Jing Jiu's divine soul, how should a divine soul answer the question?"
Feeling......
It's weird, but it's funny. ”The child's voice is Jing Jiu's voice, but it is a little immature.The more important difference is that this sound is obviously not made by the vibration of the air, but it can be heard clearly, and it is more ethereal than ordinary sounds, somewhat close to the fairy sound of human imagination."
Really?"
Shen Qingshan's body leaned forward slightly, and his eyes were a little complicated.The child didn't say anything more, staggered up his left foot, and took another step forward.The moment the little feet condensed by the clear light landed on the sand, countless thunderbolts sounded in the sky.Countless sword intents fell from the sky, glowing with cold light, and slashed towards the child.What the soul is, no one fully understands, but one thing can be confirmed, it is an immaterial being, or a being that cannot be called an existence.If it is a flying sword, it naturally can't hit the soul, but those sword intents come from everything, between the virtual and the real.Silently, the waves on the beach broke a few flowers, and several white marks appeared on the child's body.The white marks were not material, but were caused by some kind of spatial distortion that caused the appearance of very small turbulent lines in the air.The child looked down at his body and stretched out his little hand to touch it.But I felt empty.It was clear that he was still adjusting to this new and unfamiliar state.The next moment, countless sword intents came from the sea, blowing on his body like a spring breeze.Those white lines were immediately gently erased.The sword intent comes from all things.All things in the ancestral star are Shen Qingshan's, and they can also be Jing Jiu's.No, all things are their own, but they can be used by these two people.Jing Jiu was no longer under the control of the Chengtian Sword, he was just a divine soul, and he was naturally able to cast the Sword Array of All Things.And I don't know if it's because the connection between the divine soul and all things is more direct or something else, the speed at which he uses the sword is even faster than Shen Qingshan.Several sword intents floated in front of Shen Qingshan's body, and flowers bloomed - Jing Jiu silently returned several swords.Unexpectedly, he didn't continue to draw his sword at Shen Qingshan, raised his other foot and clumsily tried to move forward again.What was even more unexpected was that Shen Qingshan's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.The child's third step was a little unsteady, and he almost fell, spread his two thin arms, and shook for a long time.It's like dancing and it's cute.Shen Qingshan's expression was cold, and the wheelchair under him silently took a step back.Why did Jing Jiu walk to the wheelchair?
What was he afraid of?
The child continued to walk forward.There were no footprints left on the beach.He walked more and more steadily, faster and faster, more and more excited, and felt like he was dancing.It's like playing with the maids in the palace of Asaka Castle.It's like playing with a sword in Shangde Peak.Shen Qingshan's wheelchair kept retreating, and it also retreated faster and faster, leaving a clear arc on the beach.There was a soft snap, and the wheelchair was caught by a hard object, and it had retreated to the edge of the pool.The fish in the pool are still, as if they are sealed in blue glass, and as if they are suspended in the sky.A few bamboo poles were stuck in the sand, and they hung their heads weakly.Huaxi sat on the small bench, her chin propped up with her hands, and her eyes were detached and confused.When you get to the pool, you don't really have no way back, with Shen Qingshan's magical powers, you can completely let the wheelchair fly like in the movie, fly over the cliffs and mountains on the island, fly over the sea, and fly over the broken moon.But he knew he couldn't go back.A breeze came from his body, making the bamboo poles tremble slightly.The fish in the pond seem to be coming to life.The waves on the seashore gave birth to countless tiny shimmers.A condensed and extremely powerful divine consciousness enveloped the entire planet.All things gave birth to countless sword intents, like invisible raindrops filling all the space.A young man came out of the sword intent in the sky, dressed plainly, holding a firewood knife in his hand, and looked like a woodcutter.Shen Qingshan looked at the child in front of him and said, "Let's see which of us can go further." ”With that, the young woodcutter stepped forward and slashed the child in the neck.The knife fell silently, and it didn't shine any light, as if it wasn't real.That young woodcutter was not a virtual image condensed by sword intent, but the manifestation of Shen Qingshan's divine sense.The sword intent of all things is fair to him and Jing Jiu, and it can be used, so now it depends on whether his divine sense is stronger, or the child, that is, Jing Jiu's divine soul, is stronger.The young woodcutter's knife did not fall directly on the child's neck.The blade stopped when it was still half a foot away from its immature and fair skin.Countless sword lights appeared on the surface of the ancestral star, followed by countless sword sounds.The sound of the sword roar was endless, like thunder falling on everyone's ears, and like the light of the sky leaking from the clouds on their hearts, whether it was Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rusui, or Tong Yan, they couldn't bear this coercion, and fell to the beach.Peng Lang and Liu's expressions changed slightly, and they took a few steps back towards the sea, bringing the sound of rushing water.The light reflected from the sea not far away turned into countless thin lines, which intersected each other and burst into flameworks.Some of the still fish in the pool moved, and the light reflected by the scales was so broken and brilliant.The coconut grove is no longer still, swaying gently with the wind, shaking the skylight and shaking everyone's eyes a little uneasy.Some of the waves collapsed like thawing ice sculptures, and the white lines inside floated up, like catkins, and like schools of silver fish that suddenly jumped out of the sea in the distance.Sword Immortal Ensheng wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his lips, turned to look into the depths of the sea, and a look of admiration appeared in his eyes.Everyone present had a similar mood to him, because everyone was a sword learner and could understand these pictures.The waves continued to melt and began to rise and fall, slowly lapping against the sand.Countless sword lights continued to shine, and the sound of swords continued to sound.This planet has become a world of swords, and sword intent is everywhere.The view is endless.And so on.Too many beautiful things.………… No matter how beautiful the picture is, it can't attract everyone's attention for a long time.Eunsheng quickly turned his head and looked at the edge of the pool.Zhao Layue stared at that side even more, and never left for a moment.Shen Qingshan sat in a wheelchair, leaning forward slightly, looking at the child in front of him.The young woodcutter stood behind the child, with the woodcutter in his hand, chopping it down.The child spread his arms and seemed ready to dance.The picture looks a little funny, but it seems to have a lot of meaning, like some experimental drama.Everyone knows that beyond this scene, there are countless dangers hidden.Those dangers are on the island, and even more so outside the world.This battle takes place in all parts of the planet.It is possible that a sunfish is trying to bite a silver shrimp.It could be a grass trying to swallow a fly.It is possible that a stone is about to fall from the edge of the cliff and kill the snow lotus below.It is possible that the fog in the mountains has just risen and is about to be swallowed up by the clouds.No one knows if it was the fog or the rocks or the shrimp that won.The atmosphere in the room became more and more tense.Zhao Layue's face became more and more pale.Because the child's light and shadow are getting fading and fading, gradually becoming one with the surrounding environment.It's a sign of distraction.It is indeed difficult for the soul to exist alone in the material world for a long time.Is this the price of freedom?
It turned out that this was Shen Qingshan's intention.The wheelchair kept retreating, and the sword intent in the sky came out of his divine sense, all to consume time.Time is a real artifact, and it is what that child fears the most.The young woodcutter's hand slowly descended and gradually approached the child's neck.The figure of the child became fainter and fainter, as if it would disappear in the next moment.The next moment, he suddenly hummed a song in a low voice full of childishness."
You are my heart, you are my lungs, you are my ......" is clearly a horror nursery rhyme.It's a really weird picture.With the chilling singing, the child's body and feet also moved.Not dancing, but jumping rope.There seemed to be an invisible thread in front of the wheelchair, and his footsteps kept going back and forth on that thread.It's like a naughty little grandson playing with his grandfather.Smack.The child jumped up and landed on Shen Qingshan's lap.He stood on his knees, just level with Shen Qingshan.The child looked at Shen Qingshan's eyes and said happily in a childish voice, "I won." ”()