Way of Choices

Controlling 10,000 swords at the same time requires 10,000 gods' consciousness. Who can have such a powerful consciousness? Even if Zhou Du|fu Fusheng was born, he was afraid that he couldn’t do it, but Chen Changsheng did it, so Teng Xiaoming was more shocked, and he couldn’t understand it.

When the star was destined in the library of the National College of Education, Chen Changsheng’s consciousness was scattered in the night sky over Kyoto. Ning is extremely rare. I am afraid that it is an old master who has been studying hard for a hundred years. Once he understood the world and understood the truth, it was like this. In this evaluation, the Holy Father compares Chen Changsheng with the enlightenment of the night, Wang Zhi policy of the starry night night city. One can imagine how strong Chen Changsheng's consciousness is, but no matter how strong he is, he cannot be stronger than Zhou Dufu. Therefore, the key point to be able to divide the consciousness into thousands of ways is the latter sentence in the evaluation of the last two sentences.

How many ways the Divine Consciousness can be divided has nothing to do with the strength of the Divine Consciousness itself, only the stability of the Divine Consciousness.

Peerless powerhouses like Zhou**** naturally possess countless times more powerful knowledge than Chen Changsheng. That kind of knowledge is like a hard and huge rock that can be divided into two or even dozens, but in the end There is no way to disperse forever, there will always be a small gravel at a time, and there is no way to cut into smaller gravel.

Chen Changsheng’s consciousness is extremely peaceful. Although it is impossible to be as indestructible as Zhou Du|Hu, a strong man of this level, he is softer, not like hard rock, but like water, which can be divided into countless drops and become The water droplets turned into water mist, as if they could be divided endlessly.

Countless swords flew around the mausoleum, from time to time fell to the tide of the beast, brought a **** rain, or would encounter extremely tough resistance, some old and old swords were broken again, looking at some terrible, in Wanjian and When the beast tide just started fighting, dozens of the fastest and relatively well-preserved swords, under the leadership of the Shanhai sword and under the command of Chen Changsheng's consciousness, focused and firmly flew towards the depths of the grassland, this time finally Came to the bull beast.

The golden beast's rice-like eyes exuded a cruel glare, the thin tail tightly connected to the unicorn was extremely tight, and the surrounding grass had long been frustrated by its violent breath, only There were countless dense and slight chirping noises in the air, and thousands of black arrows on its tail turned into almost invisible arrows and shot towards the tomb.

Dangdang Dangdang! A series of crisp sounds sounded deep in the grassland, and those sounds seemed to be huddled together into a long sound.

Dozens of sword lights flew in and out of the air in front of the Qianbei, and the lightning flew out, the sword was melted out, and countless dense apertures were drawn in the air. Thousands of blacks shot by the beast are blocked by the sword lights. In the blink of an eye, thousands of tiny white whirlwinds appeared in the air, which were the result of the encounter between the sword and the black, and there were many line-like cracks on the grassland ground. Those catfish and loach that survived by chance were too late. Drilling deep in the wet mud, it was torn into silk wool.

Shanhaijian didn't stop the black hoops that were shot at the tomb at a distance of tens of miles. They were violently killed from those sword circles. The heavy black iron sword body broke through the air and issued an annoying whistling sound. The single horn that slashed towards the beast is Su Li's own trick Liaotian Yijian!

There are sounds of blade cutting and tough animal skin cutting everywhere in the grassland, splattered flesh can be seen everywhere, countless sword lights are gradually dimmed, countless monsters fall at the foot of the mausoleum or the depth of the water plants, and the light rain around the mausoleum Still going underground, when will this sword rain in the grassland stop?

Nan Ke still kept his eyes, the soul tree in front of him became brighter and brighter, the light was white like milk, and the small face was shone even paler. Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er are protecting the law for her, exuding a strong and decisive breath, without bringing any sword close to her body.

I don’t know how long it took, she finally opened her eyes, and the drizzle fell on her face. The dark green flame deep in her indifferent eyes was not quenched by the cold rain, but she didn’t know what the reason was because of the edge There was a sacred golden light, and that golden rim was eroding deep into the green.

Chen Changsheng also opened his eyes and looked at her floating in front of the main entrance of the tomb.

The two looked at each other quietly, without speaking.

Nanke regards himself as the successor of Zhou Yuan, and her means come from the prohibition that Zhou Dufu left behind. Those prohibitions have left these ten thousand residual swords in Zhou Yuan for hundreds of years. Today, Chen Changsheng wants to rely on the ten thousand residual swords and leave with the ten thousand residual swords, which will inevitably destroy the fundamentals of Zhou Yuan. This is something she cannot allow. So even at the risk of being slain by Wan Jian, she had to wander the world before, enabling the most powerful method, killing Chen Changsheng, regaining Wan Jian, and returning the grassland to calm.

Of course, Chen Changsheng will not accept this arrangement, whether it is the arrangement of fate or the arrangement before Zhou Du|fu's death.

The war between Wan Jian and Beast Tide is still going on, but in such a short moment of staring at each other, I don't know how many tragic and **** pictures have happened. The two sides of this war are swords and beasts. There is no one. Naturally, no one speaks. Only Jian Xiao and the beast growl, and no shouts are heard.

It didn’t take long for the beast tide to gradually calm down, and then slowly recede to the periphery of the tomb. I don’t know whether it was because they found that they could not break through the ten thousand remaining swords outside the tomb. Something vaguely felt.

Chen Changsheng raised his right hand, and the light rain fell on his hand, and countless swords in the grassland returned accordingly.

Tens of thousands of low-level monsters died, and the spooky and terrible earthly monster first tried to sneak into Chen Changsheng. Instead, Chen Changsheng succeeded in counterattack and was seriously injured by the sword of the mountain gate. Standing upright like a man, holding the thighs of the Huntian Beast, staring resentfully at the mausoleum, making an angry chirp, like a complaint.

The huge mountain-like body is extremely eye-catching in the ocean of animal tide, but now its hard body has at least thousands of deep or shallow sword marks on its surface, and some swords have successfully broken its terrible defense. , Injured its flesh and bones, bloody, flowing down the broken stone edge in his hand to the ground.

The roe deer deep in the grassland seems to be the least injured, but the black hairs on the thin tail have mostly been radiated, leaving only a few handfuls. It looks like it has been burned by fire, mottled, and very dismal. It's a bit ridiculous, no longer horrible as before.

Countless swords flew back towards the mausoleum, some swords were broken again, except for the hilt, only a short piece was left, and it looked equally dismal and sad. Some swords were hit by the poison of the monster, and the rust was eroded. It fell back and regained its brightness, but it was a bit difficult to bear its burden and was crumbling on the way.

Without a sword falling into the grassland, it fell, because when they saw that the sword was about to fall, there would be other swords flying by, holding it from below, even if it was previously beaten by a monster in battle The swords that were broken or stepped on the wet mud were also picked out from the ground by other swords, counted the swords, and flew back towards the tomb.

This scene is very reminiscent of the real battlefield. Under the blood yang, listening to the golden sound of victory and returning to the camp, the injured and tired soldiers had no strength to cheer, help each other, and slowly walked back towards the barracks. The wounded soldier who was unable to walk was lifted by the same robe with simple branches.

Chen Changsheng didn't let a sword stay on the grassland, which seemed a little touching, but Nanke wouldn't give birth to this kind of cheap and **** feeling in her eyes. What she saw from this scene was the power of Chen Changsheng It is rare to be able to persevere until now, but she is very admired.

But the more you admire, the more you will die.

The dark green flame deep in Nanke's eyes has counted the sacred gold, a sacred breath that is difficult to describe with words, emanating from the petite body, at this moment it is difficult to feel that she is the princess of the Devil, and More like a saint in Nanxi Zhai.

The horrible shadow had fallen completely behind her.

Behind her is the grassland that never falls.

The shadow used to cover half of the sky. When it fell, it covered the whole grassland. The dim light from the setting sun in the distance fell on the shadow, as if it was instantly absorbed, without any refraction, and disappeared. .

At this time the grassland was full of blood, and the shadows were slightly undulating, as if to be alive because of the blood.

The light of the setting sun no longer continues to be swallowed, mixed with those blood colors, and turned into gold, which is the color of the flame deep in Nanke's eyes.

The edge of the shadow was plated with a gold edge, and gradually it was outlined, and the shape became clearer as it slowly danced.

Those are wings. A pair of golden wings.

This pair of gold wings is extremely huge, its length is thousands of miles, and it is between the sky and the earth.

The golden-winged Dapeng bird finally showed its true appearance.

As it appeared, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the overcast clouds that had just regrouped immediately dispersed.

All the monsters bowed their heads in fear, and descended into the blood and the mud and mud in the most submissive posture they thought, and the tide of the beast set off waves one after another, even the most proud and overbearing mountain goat. Knelt humbly in the shadow of Dapeng.

As the sun sets behind Dapeng, countless rays of light spread out along the edges of its wings and turned into countless light flashes in the sky.

This scene is extremely unreal and beautiful, just like the mythological picture described in the Taoist Zang of the state religion.

In fact, there is indeed a mural painting in the Great Hall of Lights in Ligong. It is a picture of the heaven and earth when the golden-winged Dapeng bird was born in Guangyun before the ancient times.

Goldwing Dapeng, from the moment he was born between heaven and earth, has almost stepped into the sacred realm.

Whether it is a myth, a legend, or reality, Golden-winged Dapeng is a beast of the same order as the unicorn and the **** sparrow, only under the dragon and the phoenix.

Chen Changsheng looked at the golden-winged Dapeng who covered the sky and said nothing.

From the moment he saw the shadow, he was waiting for this moment to arrive.

However, like death, no matter how much preparation you make, when it comes, you will find that you are still not ready.

Now, he has this feeling.

This golden-winged Dapeng seems to be death.

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