Chapter 1012

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

Jingjiu and Qingshan chose different paths in the relationship between themselves and the world. They both reached the highest position and the deepest field. In a not very accurate description, they are the predecessors and the latter of human civilization.

From beginning to end, the battle between them was static, so the waves were like eagles and coconut trees were like paintings.

Shen Qingshan's body is already very weak. He can only use his divine consciousness to control the sword array of all things. But his divine sense is really unimaginable. The sword array of all things rules all rules. No matter Peng Lang or Zhao Layue, they can't touch his body.

Jing Jiu's body is perfect, but it has become his own shackle. He is controlled by Shen Qingshan with Chengtian sword. He can't do anything at all. He can only sit in that wheelchair.

Two wheelchairs on the beach are like talking, but they are more dangerous than any battle. It involves the forbidden area of the soul, the other side of the road, the will of the God, the fate of mankind, and even the heritage of the unknown civilization.

The greatest possibility lies in giving up.

Well nine gave up his body, but successfully stood up from the wheelchair and took the first step forward.

Shen Qingshan stared at the child with an abnormal look and asked, "what's the feeling?"

The child condensed by light and shadow should be the spirit of Jing Jiu. How should a spirit answer the question?

"It feels... Strange and interesting."

The child's voice is the voice of Jing Jiu, but it's a little immature.

The more important difference is that the sound is obviously not made by air vibration, but can be clearly heard. It is more ethereal than ordinary sound, and some are close to the immortal sound in human imagination.

"Really?" Shen Qingshan leaned forward slightly and his eyes were a little complicated.

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

As if the little feet condensed by the clear light fell on the sand, countless thunders sounded in the sky.

Countless swords fell from the sky with cold light and cut at the child.

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

If it's a flying sword, naturally it can't cut the soul, but those swords come from all things, between emptiness and reality.

Silently, the waves on the beach broke several flowers, and several white marks appeared on the child's body.

Those white traces are not material. They should be caused by some kind of space distortion, resulting in very small turbulent lines in the air.

The child looked down at his body and reached out his little hand to touch it.

But touched an empty.

Obviously, he is still adapting to this new and strange state.

At the next moment, countless swords came up from the sea and brushed his body like spring breeze.

Those white lines were gently erased.

The meaning of sword comes from all things.

All things of Zuxing belong to Shen Qingshan or Jingjiu.

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

Jingjiu is no longer under the control of Chengtian sword. It is just a spirit. Naturally, it can cast the sword array of all things. And I don't know whether the connection between the soul and all things is more direct or for other reasons. He can read the sword even faster than Shen Qingshan.

A few swords came to Shen Qingshan and bloomed - Jing Jiu returned the swords silently.

Unexpectedly, he didn't continue to sword Shen Qingshan, raised his other foot and clumsily tried to move forward again.

What's more unexpected is that Shen Qingshan's expression is unprecedented dignified.

The child's third step was a little unstable. He nearly fell down. He opened his two thin arms and shook them for a long time.

It looks like dancing. It's very cute.

Shen Qingshan looked cold, and the wheelchair under him stepped back silently.

Why did well nine walk to the wheelchair?

What is he afraid of?

The child went on.

No footprints were left on the beach.

He walked more and more steadily, faster and faster, more and more excited, quite a little dancing.

It's like playing with maids in the imperial palace of Chaoge city.

It's like playing with everything on Shangde peak.

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

With the a loud bang, wheelchair was pressed by a hard object and had retreated to pool.

The fish in the pool stood still, as if they were sealed in blue glass, or suspended in the sky.

Several bamboo poles were stuck in the sand, unable to hang their heads.

Huaxi sat on a small bench, his hands supporting his chin, and looked at all this with alienated eyes.

There is no way out when you get to the pool. With Shen Qingshan's magic power, you can make the wheelchair fly like in the movie, over the cliff on the island, over the sea and over the incomplete moon.

But he knew he couldn't quit.

The breeze came from his body and made the bamboo poles tremble slightly.

The fish in the pool seemed to come alive.

Countless tiny glimmers of light came out of the waves on the beach.

A pure and powerful divine consciousness enveloped the whole planet.

All things produce countless sword meanings, such as invisible raindrops filling all spaces.

A young man came out of the sky full of swords. He was dressed simply and had a firewood knife in his hand. He looked like a woodcutter.

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

With these words, the young woodcutter came forward and cut the child's neck with a knife.

The knife fell silent and didn't bring any light, just like it didn't really exist.

The young woodcutter is not a virtual image of the sword, but the manifestation of Shen Qingshan's divine consciousness.

The sword meaning of all things is fair to him and Jing Jiu. Now it depends on whether his divine sense is stronger or the child - that is, the divine soul of Jing Jiu is stronger.

The young woodcutter's knife didn't 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 Zuxing, followed by countless sword sounds.

The sound of the sword continued, like thunder falling on everyone's ears, and like the sky light leaking from the clouds shining on their hearts. No matter Zhao Layue, Zhuo rusui and Tong Yan couldn't bear the pressure, they fell to the beach.

Peng Lang and Liu, ten years old, looked slightly changed and retreated a few steps towards the sea, with the sound of water.

The sky light reflected from the sea not far away turned into countless thin lines, which depended on each other and then intersected, bursting into fireworks.

Some of the still fish in the pool moved, and the sky light reflected by the scales was so broken and brilliant. The coconut grove was no longer static. It swayed gently with the wind, breaking the sky light, which made people's eyes a little uneasy.

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

Sword Fairy Ensheng wiped off the blood spilled from the corners of his lips, turned and looked deep into the sea, with a look of admiration in his eyes.

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

The waves continued to melt and began to rise and fall, slowly beating the beach.

Countless sword lights continued to shine, and the sound of swords continued to ring.

The planet has become a world of swords, with swords everywhere.

There are endless views.

can be heard without end.

too beautiful to be absorbed all at once.

……

……

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

EN Sheng soon turned his head and looked at the pool.

Zhao La Yue stared over there and never left for a moment.

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

The young woodcutter stood behind the child, holding the chopping knife in his hand, cutting it down.

The child opened his arms as if ready to dance.

This picture looks funny and seems to have a lot of meaning, such as some experimental dramas.

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

Those dangers are on the island and beyond.

This battle takes place everywhere on the planet.

It could be a Mola trying to kill a silver shrimp.

It could be a grass trying to swallow a fly.

It is possible that a stone will fall from the edge of the cliff and kill the snow lotus below.

It is possible that the mist in the mountains will be swallowed up by the clouds as soon as it rises.

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

The atmosphere between the venues became 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 integrate with the surrounding environment.

That's a sign of spiritual laxity.

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 the sword came out of his divine consciousness in order to consume time.

Time is a real artifact, and it is also what the child fears most.

The firewood knife in the young woodcutter's hand slowly fell down and gradually approached the child's neck.

The child's figure is getting lighter and lighter, as if it would disappear in the next moment.

The next moment, he suddenly hummed a song in a childish voice.

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

Obviously, this is a terrible nursery rhyme.

This picture is really weird. Accompanied by the chilling song, the child's body and feet also moved. Not dancing, but rope skipping. There seemed to be an invisible line in front of the wheelchair, and his footsteps kept going back and forth on that line. Like a naughty grandson playing with his grandfather. A snap. The child jumped up and fell on Shen Qingshan's knee. He stood on his knee, just flush with Shen Qingshan. The child looked into Shen Qingshan's eyes and said happily in a childish voice, "I won." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.