Way of Choices

The sword light was very faint, like the traces drawn by the fallen leaves in the wind. I couldn't find it without staring.

There was a snort, and a very thin sword mark appeared in the night sky.

The sword mark happened to be on the transparent light mirror.

The wine sac was cut open and the wine would spill out.

The golden slurry spilled like a waterfall towards the side of the light mirror, and the area of ​​the light mirror on the night became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This means that the space crystal is becoming stable again, and that channel is disappearing.

That beam of light still connects the two worlds.

The archangel drifted away into the distance, thin lips slightly opened, and said something silently.

With a click, the far end of the light beam suddenly disconnected from it, like an iceberg, sliding slowly along a smooth section.

The half-beam of light fell into the void of the void, gradually drifting until it finally disappeared.

I don't know if the archangel and the fastest dozens of angels can survive the turbulence in space.

The worst is the more than two hundred angels in the rear.

The beam of light breaks and then slides down, representing the dislocation of space.

Even if the angel's body has unimaginable strength, it is still difficult to resist this spatial dislocation and be cut open.

The distant space was full of golden blood, burning into golden flowers.

The people on the ground could not hear what the angels were shouting, but their pain was clearly felt from their twisted faces.

I don't know where to whisper like thunder.

The whisper was full of majesty, anger, and indifference.

A flash of lightning pierced the night sky and landed above the magic palace, hitting the giant sword accurately.

In the loud noise, the giant sword broke apart, turned into three thousand swords, and fell like a rainstorm.

Chen Changsheng raised his sword sheath.

The three thousand swords hurried back, attributed to the scabbard, and the swords of many swords were still carrying white lightning.

Chen Changsheng's face became more and more pale, and finally, he finally spouted a sip of blood.

Fortunately, there was no second lightning, and the whisper did not sound again.

The space channel in the night sky has disappeared, and the beam of light has disappeared.

Gods are not omnipotent.

Everything is silent.

The golden mirror is now turning into countless debris and is slowly falling, looking like fireworks.

Look at the speed at which those light debris fall, or the snowy old town tonight will be as bright as day.

In addition to these, I can no longer see the remnants of the war just now, and even have a feeling that the beam of light just now, those angelic legions, are fake.

Everyone just had the same dream.

"Look, there are stars burning over there."

Suddenly a childish voice sounded.

The little Taoist shouted in Ye Xiaolian's arms, pointing somewhere in the night sky.

Affected by the beam of light, the position of the stars changed slightly, but there is still the position of the Southern Cross, which is very clear.

There are no stars burning.

Wang Zhice and Mrs. Tang glanced at each other to see what each other was thinking.

The firm's ability to accept students is really the strongest in the world.

Wang Po and Xiao Zhang also felt, and immediately, Chen Changsheng also felt it.

Stars are burning in the Xinghai beyond Xinghai.

An ethereal sword is looming among the burning stars.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people felt the sword, although they could not see the burning stars.

The gods can’t pass through a distance of hundreds of millions of miles. Why can the sword's intention reach here so clearly?

Because that sword meaning originally belonged here.

The Holy Light Continent can feel the Holy Light in Chen Changsheng's body, the same reason.

"This sword is so arrogant, it is no wonder that I am very similar to him."

Tang Thirty-six Eyebrows said, very proud.

"What's going on? How is the cover sky sword there!"

Black robe looked at the night sky, feeling the ethereal sword in the distance, shouting screamingly, looking hysterical.

"You think you've counted your life and your world, but you haven't counted that His Majesty the Pope was able to break through the sacred world, or that someone has gone to the starry sky many years ago. Living the day, maybe observing each other quietly, until the most critical moment before, the most critical blow is issued."

Mrs. Tang looked at the black robe and said, "And that person was raised by me for money."

People have already guessed who the sword is, but it is only confirmed by the black robe and the words of Mrs. Tang.

Of course Su Li.

Wang Po smiled slightly and did not speak.

According to Mrs. Tang, Su Li was raised by the Tang family for spending money. He used to be Mr. Zhang in Wenshui City for many years.

This is not the truth, at least not all, as long as you think about the second dying Tang family who has been dead for many years.

Mrs. Tang knew that Wang Po's temperament would not be denied.

Su Li will definitely deny that he will still scold a lot of swear words, who will keep him away at this time?

Tang Thirty-six felt a bit hot, wondering if the mattress in the wheelchair was too stuffed.

Even he felt a little bit hot. I can imagine how shameless Mrs. Tang's enthusiasm and credit would be.

However, at such an important historical moment, such a word spread, I believe that in the next thousand years, the Tang family will not fall.

For Mrs. Tang, such an opportunity must not be missed, because his essence is a businessman.

In addition to not counting that Chen Changsheng would break into the sacred, the sword of Su Li, the shamelessness of the old Tang prince, and the black robe, there is one thing that has not been calculated.

The space access tonight is particularly unstable.

The Angel Legion of the Holy Light Continent suffered a near-destructive blow, not because of Su Li's sword.

No matter how strong Su Li's sword is, he can't be stronger than that, but his sword successfully cut off the beam of light, causing the space to be misaligned.

The power of space is like time, it is difficult to resist, those angels will die tragically.

According to her deduction, the space channel should be very strong, even if Chen Changsheng breaks through the sacred and Su Liyijian heaven, there is no possibility to break through.

The reason for this is that the amount of Holy Light in Chen Changsheng's body is much smaller.

Over the past ten years, Chen Changsheng has been using his own blood to refining cinnabar dan, even if it consumes extreme drama, the realm has never progressed.

Who would have thought that it would eventually lead to such a result.

Good guy, it seems that there is really good news.

Many eyes fell on Chen Changsheng, with respect.

Chen Changsheng's eyes fell on the car outside the crowd.

"Master, have you already considered these things?"

"So, have you already made the medicine, but still let me do cinnabar non-stop?"

"Also, why did you keep killing me, did it matter tonight?"

Chen Changsheng knew that he might think too much. This inference is more likely to be just beautification of the dead, but he still can't control it.

In this way, he is more likely to convince himself that Master is not disliked by himself, but that something more important must be done that way.

There are no answers to these questions, and no one knows what the firm thinks.

Just like this time, no one knows what the black robe is thinking.

All the plans failed, and the lifelong pursuit was ruined overnight, and no one could bear it.

She stood there, despair has long become numb, and she has not even felt any vitality.

Wang Zhice walked up to her, took her hand, and said, "Don't do this again in the future."

After saying this, he nodded to Mrs. Tang and Chen Changsheng, and walked out of the hall with a black robe.

The black robe lowered its head and looked very honest, like a naughty child brought home by his parents.

The demon palace was unusually quiet.

Linghai Wang and others looked at Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng looked at the stone steps and thoughtfully.

The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face was rumbling, not knowing whether he was panting or something.

Wang Po looked at the ground under his feet, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mrs. Tang closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Finally a voice broke the silence.

"Slow down."

Tang Thirty-six looked at Wang Zhice calmly and said, "Master Wang, what do you mean?"

Chen Changsheng withdrew his eyes.

Xiao Zhangguai called out.

Wang Po raised his head.

Grandpa Tang opened his eyes.

They all looked to Wang Zhicai.

This is attitude.

"She is my wife after all, and... the human race really owed her too many siblings."

Wang Zhice said to everyone: "I have abolished her practice as a whole, and will take her to clean up the atonement in the Galan Temple in the future, and will never let her do harm to the world again."

Like the old Tang dynasty and Wang Po naturally can see, the moment the previous Wang Zhice took the hand of the black robe, the practice of the black robe was abandoned.

People don't know what to do. Wang Zhice's attitude is very clear and sincere, and the reasons seem to be very good.

More importantly, he is Wang's policy.

General Heming and other military generals, even Siyuan Daoren and Archbishop Eugene felt that this seemed feasible.

"No."

Xu Yourong's voice was calm and firm.

Tang Thirty-six said: "The person who owes their brothers and sisters is you, the Emperor Taizong, the people in the Lingyan Pavilion, but not us. We are still very young and have not done too many disgusting things like you, we Why should you take responsibility for your faults?"

Squeaking behind Chen Changsheng, he looked at Wang Zhice and said, "This liar full of lies cannot believe. Who knows if he will let his wife go as soon as he leaves the city."

Wang Zhice ignored them, just looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "If you are in my position, what can you do?"

Chen Changsheng finally spoke.

"In Baidi City, Senior Red once asked me a question. We mentioned it just now. Now I want to come. This question is also very suitable for you."

He said: "We have given the answer, but you pretend not to see it."

Just now Xu Yourong was going to kill him and commit suicide.

His answer is, if you really feel owed to Zhou Du|brother and sister, then do so.

The demon palace became quieter, a bit cold.

"Who can stay with the person I want to take away?"

Wang Zhice's voice was still so calm and his tone was still gentle, but everyone felt the pressure.

After hundreds of years of wind and rain, no one of these people has seen Wang Zhicai’s style tonight, but who dares to despise him?

No need for any reason, only his name is enough.

He is the king's policy.

He appeared in Hanshan at the beginning, and the demon retreated. Later in the snowfield, he appeared, and Mo Shuaimo.

Not to mention the scene that just happened.

Even if the black robe was seriously injured by Frost Yu's sharp gun, even if she lost all her mind, but the hand of the black robe will be abandoned. Who can do it?

No one was his opponent.

Xu Yourong even knew that Wang's policy had reservations tonight, so he didn't shoot.

She even believed that even if Chen Changsheng and Su Li failed to cut off that space channel, Wang Zhicai or there was another way.

Wang Zhice's strength is really unfathomable.

Just like he said.

Who can stay with the person he wants to take away?

"I want to try it."

Wang Po walked to the room and said to Wang Zhice.

More than a decade ago, Xunyang City had a storm. At that time, Wang Po was already a world-famous master, but it was still far less powerful than it is now.

At that time, for the sake of Su Li, whom he didn't like, he dared to point his sword at Zhu Luo.

Not to mention now?

In the wind and rain of Xunyang City, another person was also present today.

Chen Changsheng said: "I want to try too."

As his words fell, the clear light illuminated the night palace, and several treasures rose into the night sky, exuding a sacred and powerful breath.

Star nucleus, dark willow, mountain and river map, heaven and earth seal, falling star stone, and bright pestle.

The Great Palace has been completed.

The Scepter of National Religion appeared again in the hands of Tang Thirty-six.

"This world is made up of countless fresh lives. They are not cold stones, they are made into chess pieces and become part of the game you play."

He told Wang Zhice: "You should show more respect to those lives that died because of your wife."

It's not enough to abandon the cultivation practice and the Forbidden Mountain Temple.

The meaning of more respect is: life for life.

Xiao Zhang walked out with Shuang Yu's sharp gun.

Mrs. Tang was expressionless.

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