Chapter 498

The clouds have dispersed, the sun is scattered on the green mountains, and each mountain peak is clearly visible.

Shangde peak is warmer.

The corpse dog no longer narrowed his eyes, looked up at the falling sky, and his eyes were also very warm.

Deep in the sword prison.

Martial uncle Tai Lu's cry turned into a low inaudible murmur to himself: "one? Is this a? "

In that lonely cell, Xueji squatted on the bamboo chair, sensed the changes of the atmosphere of heaven and earth, was silent for a while, and gave a slight noise.

The light of Tianguang peak is still the brightest, but the hole on the stone tablet becomes deeper.

Yuan GUI under the monument slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were deep, like the hole.

Fang Jingtian looked at the hole on the stone tablet and said with emotion, "master, sure enough, you are right."

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On the old broken temple.

Well nine feet off the ground, so floating up.

When he was in the town demon prison, with the help of the emperor of the nether world, he became much lighter and clearer than ordinary practitioners.

That's because the turbid Qi in his body was refined by soul fire, which made him naturally immortal.

He floated at this time, but it was different from usual. It was more like an inhuman feeling, such as flags in the wind and sails on the sea.

Because he still held Nanji's hand, his body floated, and he was horizontal in the air, with his right hand aimed at Nanji's body.

In Guocheng temple, his right hand was seriously injured by the sea crossing monk. Later, he searched all over the Chaotian mainland for a grindstone and spent a year to cure it.

Now his right hand has been completely restored and sharper than before.

He is also very familiar with this posture. He flies like this whether he is at the bottom of a cold mountain or drilling a hole elsewhere.

That's to sharpen the sword and get used to it in advance.

Maybe he thought of today at that time.

Looking at the floating well nine, there was a strong sense of vigilance in Nanju's eyes.

But even it was too late. The idea didn't appear in his mind. Jing Jiu flew out.

With a buzzing sound, Jing Jiu disappeared from his original place. I don't know where he went.

Nanxu looked down at his body and found that there was a big hole there.

There is nothing in the cave, just like the round window of the Zen room in the three thousand nunnery. You can see everything in the world in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Nanxu vaguely understood something.

The white cat squatted in the grass and stared at him, his eyes full of sympathy and cruelty.

Nan forgot to fly out of the cave and was preparing to continue fighting. Suddenly, he found that the other party had turned into a ghost. He couldn't help but be stunned. He even forgot to say dirty words.

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Well nine is flying.

He has never flown so fast, no matter when he controls the sword, or when he uses the nether fairy sword, whether in his previous life or this life.

All the pictures on the ground have turned into lines of various colors and swept back quickly.

He vaguely felt that even Frost's sword tour was not as fast as his own at this time.

This is not accurate calculation and judgment, because he has entered a state of non object and non self, and the Tao heart is empty but chaotic.

Strangely, in this state, he can see the reality of heaven and earth from those colored lines.

Those green lines should be green mountains, and the red lines should be the walls of Baotong Buddhist temple and the hot pot in Yizhou city.

The occasional star white mark may be the mandarin duck pot rarely seen in Yizhou city.

Then he saw a blue.

Blue everywhere.

sea and sky merged into one.

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The West Sea is the same as the blue sky.

Liu CI stood between the sky and the sea, holding the scabbard of Chengtian sword in his left hand and pulling out the invisible sword in his right hand.

After the sound of the sword sounded, it was no longer cut off, and a continuous friction sound seemed to be endless.

I don't know whether it's back in the sheath or out of the sheath.

Countless swords from heaven and earth came to him, and the core was his right hand.

In the light, his figure is very tall, like a God, more like a giant who wants to cut the God under the sword.

The southward body suddenly became pale.

Xihai sword God raised his head and stretched out his hand to point forward.

The Twelve Towers sword was called back and broke into twelve pieces with a crisp sound.

The severed sword body, like a severed pagoda, surrounded him to form an extremely strong barrier.

Liu Ci falls the sword!

There is no wind in the sky, just like frozen ice, and the sea is very calm, just like a dark ancient mirror.

This absolute silence gives people a strong sense of tear. The sky and the sea seem to be moving away.

As the sword fell, heaven and earth seemed to be separated.

Everyone felt it, but they didn't have time to respond, or didn't dare to respond.

Hundreds of green mountain flying swords bowed their heads slightly to show their submission. Only Buer sword didn't do it. It seemed to want to express what it meant.

Immortal Bai Huoran turned his head and looked south with a strange face.

Bu qiuxiao felt the fear from the dragon tail inkstone and slightly raised his eyebrows.

What sword is it?

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When the sword light just appeared in the sky, the South trend moved.

He disappeared from his place.

In the blue sky, it seems that five groups of smoke and dust appear at the same time, and each group of smoke and dust is several miles away.

Just in a moment, he was in the sky.

He dared not take the sword in front of him and ran away!

A moment ago, the sword light was still in the sky.

The next moment, the sword light came to the West Sea.

The sea was illuminated as if the sun had risen again.

The breath of the sword is very ordinary. It is neither cold nor lonely. It has no killing intention or other taste. It seems to be a flying sword that can be seen everywhere. It is extremely simple.

Only figures such as Nanju and immortal Bai will find that this simplicity is extremely complicated and indifferent. This is the so-called return to simplicity.

The sword light passed through the original position and continued to move forward.

Xihai sword God stood in the sky.

He had reached his peak and did not hesitate to meet the sword light.

There are countless tides on the sea... And then it's calm.

The sword light didn't stop, so it flew over.

In the crackling sound, all twelve Paris swords were broken.

The sword God of the West Sea blew out a stream of blood, looked up to the sky and fell to the sea.

A big thing on the top of the sky was seriously injured by a sword!

The target of the sword light is not him, just passing by!

People who saw this scene were shocked and speechless, and even Bai Zhenren felt a deep chill.

The sword light flew to the West Sea sword God, didn't stop, even didn't slow down, and continued to kill in front.

The sky was bright.

The disciples of Xihai sword sect fell into the sea one after another, but they didn't know how many people were killed or injured in an instant.

The sword light suddenly went into the sea, then flew up again, disappeared from people's eyes and went to the high sky.

A moment later, a deep and painful cry came from the bottom of the sea.

The huge shadow is slowly disintegrating.

The sea is getting red.

By this time, the southward trend had avoided to the high sky.

The sword light chased past.

Countless lines of sight looked past.

Between a few breaths, countless traces appeared in the sky.

South trend in front, sword light in the back.

The speed of southward movement has exceeded the scope of practitioners' imagination.

But he still couldn't get rid of the sword.

Those traces are fading.

It shows that the southward trend and the sword light are farther and farther away from the ground.

Until I can't see it anymore.

But no one looked back and still looked up at the sky.

I don't know how long it took. It suddenly rained in the sky.

People know Nanji is dead.

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In the barren mountains.

South to the surrounding mountains.

The broken temple, the black coffin and the stones have become the finest powder.

He and Jing Jiu cut them out.

Flowers, trees, rocks and water vapor are mixed together and can no longer be separated.

Nanxu understood that truth.

Is this the one of all things?

He thought silently and closed his eyes.

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The West Sea.

Well nine and South trend in the virtual environment, standing dozens of feet apart.

Apart from the grudges between Castle Peak and fog Island, looking at the history of Chaotian continent, they are the closest two people in kendo.

In the last time, they had a dialogue of divine consciousness.

Well nine asked, "are you still you?"

Nanyu's pale face was slightly confused and said, "of course I am me."

Well nine asked, "who is he?"

"He's him," Nan said

Well nine said, "that's reasonable."

Nan Chao asked, "who are you? All things one? "

Well nine said, "I'm Jingyang."

Nanxu understood and looked at him with emotion: "what a peerless sword, what a peerless man."

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Castle Peak has a sword he always wanted to see but didn't dare to see.

There is also a man he has always wanted to see but dare not see.

Today, we have seen the southward trend, and it is time to go back. His body dissipated into countless light spots and dispersed. All things in the world are like this, not to mention that he is a sword ghost. Jing Jiu's line of sight fell downward with those light spots. Those light spots cross the virtual environment, catch some water vapor, and become water droplets, which gradually gather into rain and fall. The raindrops fell on the sea without splashing any waves. The Sea red with whale blood is still so calm. A millennium event, that's it. Looking at this picture, Jing Jiu rarely had some emotion and said, "the wind is calm for a lifetime, and the waves are quiet for thousands of years." He forgot that there was no air and no sound. The world is quiet（ The Xihai game has been going on for most of the time. I calculated the detailed outline for this paragraph yesterday and added modifications. I'm afraid it exceeded 60000 words. Fortunately, the final effect is what I want. I hope you like it.) This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.