The Fox sword broke like this and then gained true freedom.

The shackles of heaven and earth seemed to be smashed open, and the sun became extremely beautiful and extremely energetic.

All this is naturally because of the changes of Jing Jiu.

A simple and pure immortal spirit emanated from his body.

He became his perfect self again.

Zhao Luyue stared at his wrist.

The blue light rope was originally extremely light and thin, and it would be difficult to find if you didn't look carefully.

At this time, the color of the green light rope began to become thicker and more "real". As expected, as he really woke up, his consciousness began to become active, his immortal intention began to overflow, and the Xinchengtian Sword also began to attack itself.

Everyone's eyes fell on his wrist, and they were very uneasy.

This is what everyone is most afraid of and wants to avoid.

The Fox sword rope is broken and Xue Ji is not here. How should Jing Jiu fight against the will of the ancestor?

The flow of time seemed to accelerate rapidly, and the blue light rope became more and more solid, and gradually tightened, sinking into his skin, looking very strange.

Jing Jiu's face was still so pale, his expression was still calm, but there was a sense of pain in the deepest part of his eyes.

Shen Qingshan looked at him quietly, with a sword light flashing in his eyes.

There is a sword light on the sea in the distance.

There is also a sword light in the floating clouds above.

The Sword Formation of the Solar System is disintegrating, but the Sword Formation of All Things is convenient for him to be present in the place.

Wherever his spiritual sense reaches is the place covered by the sword formation.

The procedure that was trying to control Jing Jiu's body was the new Chengtian Sword he refined.

Now that Chengtian Sword is also a link in the sword formation of all things.

No matter how powerful Jing Jiu's willpower is, he cannot resist this control.

No one can interrupt the process.

Zhao Layue and others' faces were paler than Jing Jiu, but they could only stand there and watch.

Xue Ji is not here, it seems that no one can stop this.

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...

In the distant universe, on the other side of the sun.

The elliptical super battleship has been completely dismantled into pieces.

The black monument was quietly suspended in countless broken gravels, no longer as quiet as it once appeared, but more like a dead object.

As expected, Master Qingshan cared about the life and death of Huaxi and did not do any tricks.

Ada came here with the golden silk hollow ball, which calmed down the black stone tablet.

But they also paid a huge price.

Xue Ji squatted on the monument, soaked all over, her eyes closed, and she looked extremely weak.

The corpse dog sat on the other side of the black monument, breathing slowly with his eyes closed, and kept recuperating his wounds.

Ada hugged the sharp corners of the monument, closed his eyes and napped, his hair falling off a lot, looking extremely miserable.

The Han Cicada sat on its head, holding the hollowed-out ball of gold wire tightly. Countless agile eyes expressed their fears and tension with little luster.

Suddenly, all the emotions in its pupils turned into confusion and uneasiness.

Ada opened his eyes and looked at the sun, his pupils were illuminated by the sun.

That's the color of the fallen leaves.

It felt a strong fear and anxiety and meowed timidly.

Xue Ji and the corpse dog opened their eyes and looked at the sun at the same time, silent.

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The wind is calm.

The sand pile is like a grave.

Two wheelchairs are adjacent.

Jing Jiu and Shen Qingshan looked at each other.

Two terrible wills confront each other.

This confrontation is calm and hard.

The feeling that transcends the meaning of the word pain is constantly eroding his heart of Tao.

His face became paler and his eyes became dimmer.

On the contrary, his eyebrows and eyes became clearer, more perfect, and more three-dimensional.

Whether it is the slightly raised eyebrows or the corners of the eyes, there are traces of sharpness.

Even the immortal spirit emitted from his body has been replaced by the sword light.

His whole body seemed to be coated with a layer of metallic luster, and he was about to turn into a human-shaped sword.

Looking at this scene, everyone was in a heavy mood and worried, knowing that he was being controlled deeper and deeper.

It was like the blue light rope sinking deeper and deeper on his wrist.

It won't take long before his consciousness will dissipate, becoming or becoming the sword of all things again.

"This is not something that will can fight against, nor is it something that sword intent can cut off."

Shen Qingshan looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Because that is not a chain, not a shackle, and even a scabbard cannot be counted. It is your main program, and you should be controlled by it innately."

Jing Jiu said: "When the gods ignited those stars, this sword was just a sword. There was no main procedure, and he didn't need to control it at all. But later, the sword was born in the sky and land. You picked it up and worried that he would not obey your orders, so he used those years to think about such a thief method."

The meaning of this sentence is very clear.

All things are born free.

Shen Qingshan was not angry when he revealed the truth, and said, "But you can't get rid of this control after all, unless your soul dissipates and dies. But even if you die, I will use your body well."

The meaning of this sentence is also very clear.

All things should be used by people.

Jing Jiu looked at his right hand.

This hand is perfect.

It is literally perfect.

Anyone who sees it will feel admiring.

Compared with the boy in blue in Building 720, this hand is more suitable for playing the piano.

Of course, this perfect hand is suitable for anything, such as making pottery, drawing, gentle touching the cheeks, gently patting the back, or holding a sword steadily.

Looking at this perfect right hand, he remembered something.

Many, many years ago, he started practicing Taoism by Master Daoyuan from Chaoge City to Qingshan.

I won't mention the stories from my previous life.

In this life, he went from a small mountain village to Nansongting and then entered Shenmo Peak, and many scenes flashed in front of his eyes.

He walked around the world with this perfect body, attracted the attention of countless people, sat by the stream, soaked in the hot magma, and finally floated up in the Demon-Suppressing Prison...

He raised his right hand and slashed it down.

A bright sword light emerged from the edge of the palm.

The sword light illuminates the beach, the sea, and the sky and the earth.

A soft sound was heard.

His left hand was broken with his wrist.

The sand splashed slightly.

The broken hand fell on the ground, splashing a few drops of golden blood.

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...

No one expected that Jing Jiu's first sword would not slash at Shen Qingshan, but at himself.

After a moment of silence, several incredible screams of exclamation sounded on the beach.
To be continued...