The Path Toward Heaven

If sound can spread in the universe, there must be an uproar at this moment.

The ascendants were shocked.

The ancestor of Qingshan was the first ascendant of the human race, with an unimaginable historical status, but at this time was mocked by a younger ancestor directly under the Qingshan Sect.

Then they thought of Jing Jiu's true identity, and some understanding, after all, that was not part of the human race.

The ancestor of Qingshan slowly raised his head, revealing the ugly face under his hat, his expression indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations because of this sentence.

Deceiving teachers and destroying their ancestors is not considered to be the historical tradition of the Aoyama Sect, but Aoyama disciples do not have the habit of respecting teachers and respecting the way.

At least from the generation of Taiping real people and Jingyang real people.

Jing Jiu's impression of Master Shen Zhou's real person is very vague, and he has a bit of affection for the real person of the ancestor Daoyuan. As for the open-style ancestor who regards countless people as gods ... the impression has been very poor.

In the Chaotian continent that year, he told Zhao Layue and others that he sent his ancestors to treat all things and swords as servants and tools, even slaves, but he regarded all things and swords as friends and playmates. So they learned a completely different kendo through the same sword.

This is the difference.

There are no differences between the Taos, and there is nothing to say.

He just didn't understand why he stood on the ancestor's side, his eyes penetrated the ice, and he fell on Huaxi's still cute, but absolutely innocent face.

He previously said to Huaxi that they are the same person, and Huaxi said that he is not yet, which is not a sufficient reason.

Huaxi is very calm without any fear.

As long as the thousands of miles of frozen formation spread out, in this extremely cold and harsh universe environment, she will die instantly. But as an observer, she only needed to move her mind at the speed of light. As for the body left behind—it was just a copy of her controlled by a chip behind her neck, she didn't care.

"I asked you a few questions in the suite at Base 857 that day," she said.

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"If the sea of ​​dark things can't be solved, would you try to leave?"

"of course."

"Last question, if you want you to sacrifice yourself for more people to live, would you be willing?"

"Not willing."

"why?"

"I live, and humans live."

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Jing Jiu remembered those questions, and at that time he knew that they were part of the investigation.

If the question is for General Li or Aoyama, he knows how to answer to get a high score or even a perfect score. But it was her who asked the question. He wasn't sure what kind of answer she wanted to hear, so he said his truth directly-he felt that the whole human race did not understand himself, but she could understand herself.

Huaxi looked at him and said, "You say that you live is human beings alive-the problem is that human beings don't think so."

Jing Jiujing said, "In a sense, I am human."

Of course, this sentence has a premise. It is a description of a specific moment and a specific situation. However, it is extremely difficult for a person to say such a thing. This is beyond the scope of self-confidence and narcissism. Easily seen as crazy.

It must be known that neither the intelligent life behind Huaxi nor the lost **** has ever been so self-experienced.

Everyone who heard this sentence was shocked and couldn't speak. General Li raised an eyebrow, and the red clamshell fluttered without wind. Only the ancestor of Qingshan remained indifferent.

Huaxi was silent for a while and said: "Schiller wrote an emperor in a history. Until now I haven't confirmed whether that emperor really exists, but I remember the sentence that the emperor said clearly. You are the country. Now it seems that you are even more arrogant than him. "

Jing Jiu said, "I don't know whether the emperor died or was humiliated in the end, but I think he must think so when he said this."

Huaxi said: "So to prove this statement, naturally, you need to defeat the entire human civilization."

Jing Jiu said: "This may not be necessary, and even then, you have no position to participate in this war."

"You are the weapon he left behind, destroying the sea of ​​dark things, and finding real hope for humanity is his last wish."

Huaxi said: "His ideas are above all else, so I will definitely help him."

He is naturally the **** in this sentence.

"God is dead." Jing Jiu said blankly: "You should have been shut down by him at that time, how do you know what he thinks?"

Huaxi didn't expect that he could calculate the situation before the destruction of ancient civilization, and he was speechless for a moment.

"When I picked you up tens of thousands of years ago, I felt the will of the gods."

Aoyama's voice echoed in the universe. "You are the hope he left for the entire human race. I got this hope and became the first human to leave the heavenly continent. I have the responsibility to keep this hope. "

This sentence sounded very touching, and even felt romantic.

In fact, to put it another way, he must always be held in his hand by a sword, and Jing Jiu should not escape.

At the time of this dialogue, the information turbulence of the entire human civilization continued to impact Jing Jiu's spiritual world. The program that can be understood as "Chengtian Sword" is about to be written. Jing Jiu's consciousness gradually became a little confused, and his brain was more drowsy, and he faintly thought of something. Shen Yunbu's serious injury, and possibly death, was decided by the ancestor of Qingshan-whether it was to collapse with probability or to lure him into the sheath-then a certain question seemed to have an answer.

The terrorist who claimed to be the Queen of the Night was adopted by an old man when he was very young. The leader of that organization was an old man ...

"You are Qiming." Jing Jiu said to the ancestor of Qingshan.

Mr. Aoyama said, "That's right."

Jing Jiu said: "You are not only ugly, you really do n’t take the name, cocoon-breaker, butterfly, Qiming person ... Are you planning to write a suspense for youth?"

The Qingshan Patriarch was not angry, saying: "Chaotian Continent is not a laboratory, we are not experiments, we are God's electors, we have abilities and we have responsibilities."

Qiming people, starting a new human civilization, this is the self-awareness of the ancestors of Qingshan and General Li.

This kind of cognition is very responsible, noble, without any problems, the only problem is Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu must represent humanity, and humanity does not necessarily agree.

Humans want Jingu, and he doesn't agree.

He also did not feel that this ancestor's perception was correct.

In his opinion, who can take the responsibility of starting a new civilization, or who is qualified to be an enlightened person, depends on one thing.

"It's easy to solve this problem," he said. "Whoever lives makes sense."

The ancestor of Qingshan is really powerful, especially the consciousness. He can cross the galaxy and shroud the stars, as if in essence, much stronger than Xueji in the heyday. But he soared tens of thousands of years ago and left Chaotian Continent. After such a long time, he finally became an old man, and his body was dead.

Just need to find him and wipe out his immortal body, then he can destroy his consciousness and end these arguments.

Many galaxies have stars, and if those stars go out, they have to change their names.

If a person dies, how can he control Jing Jiu with Cheng Tianjian, and how can he start a new civilization?

The dispute over the road is as simple as that, if you look at the end, the contention will always be this.

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If at any other time, when talking about a real person stepping on the sea, he will definitely be more excited, and may even go against his usual habits and make a sour poem.

Here is the ancestor.

Just this one reason is enough to arouse poetry for all.

Everyone here refers to those who have read poetry.

The sea is like this, it turns out that this means cold or dark green.

Blue sky is like this, it turns out that this means blue and transparent.

The mountains on the coastline are so verdant, the beaches on the island are as white as silver, everything is so beautiful, and it perfectly matches the ancient memories of the collective unconsciousness of human beings.

The boat broke the waves and it didn't take long to reach the island.

Talk about the real person and the biochemical boy abandoning the boat to land.

There are countless peach trees on the island, and the flowers bloom like fire, covering the volcano in the distance. Through the woods, let the petals fall like snow on the body, the two of them talk to the depths of the island, pass through a channel full of array methods and laser weapons, to the deepest hot spring.

There is no one on the edge of the hot spring, no wine glass, no chessboard, and no one to play against.

"Wow, what a surprise."

The real man touched his forehead, and said with a bitter face.

The Biochemical Officer checked the surroundings with the rays in his eyes and said, "There should be what you call a formation."

Tan Zhenren said with emotion, "It's all the time, what are you still pretending here? Don't you think that those of us who come out of the heavenly continent do not know what acting is?"

The words fell squarely, and countless gorgeous beams of light shot from all sides and landed on him.

In the noise, Tan Zhen broke into countless fragments.

The biochemical officer's eyes became extremely bright, naturally not because of excitement, but because he was "really" scanning the surrounding environment.

He couldn't see the remnants of immortality, nor did he see any remnants of biomarkers, which showed that ... no real life had died here just now.

Suddenly, a tiny spot of light burst into flames, instantly evaporating the hot spring in the pond, turning those salty water into a diffuse white mist.

In the mist.

The biochemical officer's face deformed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and then peeled off piece by piece, exposing the super alloy skeleton inside.

The mutation did not end there.

Countless fine cracks appeared on those alloy surfaces.

A squeak.

The biochemical officer was shattered into countless tiny particles, and the whole cave was hit with sore holes. A few lines of faint light flashed in the mist, then disappeared.

There was another crackling sound.

A pair of common stretch shoes fell on the dust.

The surface of the planet is full of craters, and there are radial marks left by a fierce nuclear explosion.

Tan Zhenren stood beside a broken flag and looked at the blue planet in the night sky, his heart was full of complicated emotions.

Is that the hometown of human beings?

Why is it so tedious and lonely now?

There are many crustaceans in the blue salt water and many molluscs in the green mountain forest, but you can't see anything else.

It turned out that the other party had been prepared for a long time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Jingyang is really miserable ... Where should I hide?

He suddenly sensed something and looked deep into the universe.

There is a sun there.

A golden star flew over the surface of the sun, extremely tiny, like a spark from a urn.

Tan Zhenren looked over there silently. The broad forehead reflected daylight and was extremely bright.

Suddenly, he took out a Rubik's cube from his sleeve, unwrapped it at the fastest speed, took out a small clock like a toy inside, slightly bent his fingers, and flicked it at will.

The bells linger.

The light spot on the surface of the ancestor began to explode.

At the same time, a stinging tongue of fire burst out from the star, instantly engulfing the golden planet.

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