The Path Toward Heaven

No matter how human civilization develops, or evolves, transforms, and practices, after all, it is constantly making choices.

Jing Jiu and Qingshan Patriarch chose different paths between themselves and the world, and they both reached the highest position and the deepest realm. To put it in an inaccurate way, they are the former and the latter of human civilization.

From beginning to end, the battle between them is static, so the waves are like eagles and the coconut groves are like picturesque.

Shen Qingshan's body is already very weak, and he can only control the sword formation of all things with his spiritual sense. But his spiritual consciousness is really unimaginable, and the sword formation of all things rules all the rules, and neither Peng Lang nor Zhao Layue and others can touch his body.

Jing Jiu's body is perfect, but it has become his own shackles. Shen Qingshan uses the Heavenly Sword to control him. He can't do anything at all and can only sit in that wheelchair.

Two wheelchairs at the beach are like sitting on the road, but they are more dangerous than any battle. It involves the forbidden zone of the soul, the other side of the avenue, the will of the god, the fate of mankind, and even the legacy of that unknown civilization.

The greatest possibility lies in giving up.

Jing Jiu gave up his body, but successfully got up from the wheelchair and took the first step forward.

Shen Qingshan stared at the child, and asked with an unusually serious expression, "How does it feel?"

The child who condenses in light and shadow should be Jing Jiu's soul, how should a soul answer questions?

"It feels... kind of weird and interesting."

The child's voice was Jing Jiu's voice, but it was a little immature.

The more important difference is that this sound is obviously not made by air vibration, but it can be clearly heard. It is more ethereal than ordinary sounds, and somewhat close to the fairy sounds in human imagination.

"Really?" Shen Qingshan leaned forward slightly, her eyes a little complicated.

The child didn't speak any more, shaking up his left foot, and took another step forward.

The moment when the little feet made of clear light fell on the sand, there were countless thunders in the sky.

Countless sword intents descended from the sky, shone with cold light, and slashed towards the child.

No one fully understands what a soul is, but one thing can be confirmed. It is an immaterial existence, or an existence that cannot be called an existence.

If it was a flying sword, it would naturally not be able to cut the soul, but those sword intents came from all things, between the real and the virtual.

Quietly, the waves on the beach broke a few, and several white marks appeared on the child's body.

Those white traces are not material, but some kind of spatial distortion caused very small turbulent lines in the air.

The child looked down at his body, stretched out his hand and touched it.

But touched a void.

Obviously, he is still adjusting to this new and unfamiliar state.

In the next moment, countless swordsmanship came from the sea, blowing on his body like a spring breeze.

Those white lines were suddenly erased gently.

Sword intent comes from all things.

Zuxing’s everything belongs to Shen Qingshan or Jing Jiu.

No, everything is their own, but can be used by these two people.

Jing Jiu was no longer under the control of the Heavenly Sword, but just a soul, naturally able to cast a sword formation of all things. And I don't know if the connection between Divine Soul and all things is more direct or other reasons, he can even speak the sword faster than Shen Qingshan.

Swordsmanship came to Shen Qingshan, and flowers bloomed - Jing Jiu silently returned the sword.

Unexpectedly, he did not continue to shoot Shen Qingshan, raising his other foot awkwardly and trying to move forward again.

What was even more unexpected was that Shen Qingshan's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

The child was a little unstable on the third step and almost fell, spreading his thin arms and shaking for a long time.

It looks like dancing, so cute.

Shen Qingshan looked cold, and the wheelchair under him took a step back silently.

Why did Jing Jiu walk to the wheelchair?

What is he afraid of?

The child continued to walk forward.

No footprints were left on the beach.

He walked more and more steadily, faster and faster, getting more and more excited, and he felt a little dancing.

It's like playing with a maid in Chaoge City Palace.

It's like playing with All Things One Sword in Shangdefeng.

Shen Qingshan's wheelchair kept retreating, and it retreated faster and faster, leaving a clear arc on the beach.

With a light bang, the wheelchair was blocked by a hard object, and it had already retreated to the pool.

The fish in the pool stood still, as if enclosed in blue glass, and as if suspended in the sky.

Several bamboo poles stuck in the sand, their heads hung weakly.

Huaxi sat on the small bench with his hands propped on his chin, and looked at all this with a distended look in his eyes.

It's not really impossible to retreat by the pool. With Shen Qingshan's magical powers, it is possible to make the wheelchair fly like in the movie, flying over the cliff mountains on the island, over the sea, and over the incomplete moon.

But he knew he could no longer retire.

A breeze emerged from his body, making the bamboo poles tremble slightly.

The fish in the pond seemed to come to life.

Countless tiny gleams were born in the waves on the seashore.

A pure and extremely powerful divine consciousness enveloped the entire planet.

All things give birth to countless sword intents, like invisible raindrops filling all the space.

A young man walked out of the sky full of sword intent, dressed in plain clothes, holding a hatchet in his hand, looking like a woodcutter.

Shen Qingshan looked at the child in front of him and said, "Look at who of us can go further."

After saying this, the young woodcutter stepped forward and slashed the child on the neck.

The knife fell silent, and it didn't bring out any light, as if it didn't really exist.

That young woodcutter was not a virtual image made of sword intent, but an appearance of Shen Qingshan's divine knowledge.

The sword intent of all things is fair to him and Jing Jiu, and both can be used, so now we have to see whether his spiritual consciousness is stronger, or that child-that is, Jing Jiu's spiritual soul is stronger.

The young woodcutter's knife did not fall directly on the child's neck.

When the blade was half a foot away from the tender and white skin, it stopped.

Countless sword lights appeared on the surface of Ancestral Star, followed by countless sword sounds.

The sound of the sword sound is endless, like thunder falling in the ears of everyone, and like the light of the sky that leaks from the clouds, on their hearts, whether it is Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rusui, and Tong Yan can’t bear this prestige. Compressed, fell to sit on the beach.

The expressions of Peng Lang and Liu Shisui changed slightly, and they retreated a few more steps toward the sea, bringing up the sound of splashing water.

The skylight reflected by the sea not far away turned into countless thin lines, which still intersect with each other, bursting into sparkling light.

Some of the still fish in the pool moved, and the sky light reflected by the scales was broken and brilliant. The coconut grove was no longer still, and it swayed gently with the wind, shattering the sky, making everyone's eyes a little uneasy.

Some waves collapsed directly like thawed ice sculptures, and the white lines inside floated up, like catkins, and like a school of silver fish suddenly jumping out of the distant sea.

Jian Xian Ensheng wiped off the blood overflowing from the corners of his lips, turned and looked into the depths of the sea, with a look of admiration in his eyes.

Everyone present had a similar mood with him, because everyone was a swordsman and could understand these pictures.

The waves continued to melt and began to undulate, slowly beating against the beach.

Countless sword lights continued to shine, and swords continued to sound.

This planet has become a world of swords, with sword intent everywhere.

It's endless.

Endlessly.

Beautiful.

...

...

No matter how beautiful the picture is, it can't attract everyone's attention for a long time.

Ensheng quickly turned his head and looked towards the pool.

Zhao Layue stared at that side even more, and never left.

Shen Qingshan was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning forward slightly, looking at the child in front of him.

The young woodman was standing behind the child, holding the hatchet in his hand, cutting it down.

The child opened his arms and seemed to be ready to dance.

This picture looks a little funny, but also seems to have a lot of meaning, like some experimental drama.

Everyone knows that there are countless dangers hidden outside this scene.

Those dangers are on the island, and even beyond.

This battle takes place in all places on this planet.

It is possible that a sunfish is trying to kill a silver shrimp.

It is possible that a blade of grass wants to swallow a fly.

It is possible that a rock is about to fall from the edge of the cliff, smashing the snow lotus below.

It may be that the mist in the mountains just rises and is about to be swallowed by clouds.

No one knows whether it was the fog, the stone, or the shrimp that won in the end.

The atmosphere in the room is getting more and more tense.

Zhao Layue's face became paler and paler.

Because the child's light and shadow are getting weaker and weaker, and gradually blending with the surrounding environment.

That is a sign of fading away.

It is really 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 he walked out of his consciousness in the sky full of sword intent, all to waste time.

Time is the real artifact and the thing that kid fears most.

The hatchet in the young woodman's hand slowly descended, and gradually approached the child's neck.

The child's figure fades away, as if it will disappear in the next moment.

The next moment, he suddenly hummed a song with a childish voice. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"You are my heart, you are my lung, you are my..."

Obviously this is a horrible nursery rhyme.

This picture is really weird.

Accompanied by the chilling singing, the child's body and feet also moved.

Not dancing, but skipping 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 grandpa.

With a snap.

The child jumped up and landed on Shen Qingshan's lap.

He stood on his knees, just level with Shen Qingshan.

The child looked into Shen Qingshan's eyes and said with a childish voice, "I won."