When he was in the West Sea, Jing Jiu's realm was very low. According to the principle that swords followed people, his body was countless times stronger than ordinary cultivators, but it was still not perfect, so he was almost cut off by Xilai's full strength with his sword.

Later, he never suffered such severe injuries again. It was not until the battle with Nanqi that his earlobe collapsed, and in the end, he collapsed a small piece of his earlobe.

His earlobe is the only defect in this perfect body and a weakness.

And the wind-hitting ears are easily caught.

So it's easy to tear off.

In fact, this action made no sound, but the people on the beach seemed to hear something quite resilient to be forced to pieces and suddenly shuddered.

Jing Jiu threw the half of his ear to the ground like throwing waste paper.

Then he tore off his other ear.

His movements are really coherent, seemingly casual but give people a sense of rigor.

Whether it was Zhao Layue, who was pale-faced or the cold-looking childish face, there was no time to do anything, such as stopping.

Two thin blood flowed from the broken ears.

Like a stream in the mountains.

There was not much blood, and there were some crystal particles mixed in it.

This doesn't look very bloody, but it has a bit weird beauty, just like some pictures in Buddhist scriptures.

The blue light rope that symbolized the Chengtian sword moved from Jing Jiu's wrist to his arm, and now fell on his neck, replacing the previous Fox sword.

As his arms fell and his ears were torn off, the blue light rope became more dimmed.

Whether it is a scabbard or a program, the purpose of its existence is to control all things. If all things are destroyed, what is its use?

Philosophically and logically, this is of course the easiest and most unstoppable way to crack the Chengtian Sword.

The question is, can Jing Jiu still survive after this perfect body is completely destroyed?

"You are indeed thinking of this ghost method." Zhao Layue said as she looked at him with a pale face.

Jing Jiu looked at her and explained seriously: "This method is a bit difficult to do, and he is in a good health."

Of course, the body of the sword of All Things is very good. Even if his right hand is the sword of All Things is the sharpest thing in the universe, it is very difficult to cut off yourself.

"But you should still remember that I have other weaknesses in my body."

Jing Jiu raised his right hand and pointed at the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.

Zhao Layue's expression changed slightly. She wanted to stop him, but she didn't know what to say.

There was a very small crack at the corner of his eyes, which was much thinner than his hair, and it was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Even among the people on the Shenmao Peak, Zhao Layue probably only knew about this.

Jing Jiu pressed his finger towards the corner of his eyes.

A sword light emerged from his fingertips and entered the extremely small wound.

Slide your fingers slowly downward, along the sideburns to the jaw, and continue downward.

Blood overflowed along his fingertips, glittering in the sun.

Jing Jiu's fingers did not stop, and continued to go downward through his neck, through his chest and abdomen, and then became deeper and deeper.

Hugh.

The sea is still solidified, so it is naturally not the sound of waves.

Some of the gems that looked like gems and chalcedony flowed out along his right hand.

His expression was still calm, and there was no pain in his eyes.

Everyone knows that it must be the ultimate pain.

Even if the body does not hurt, how can the soul escape?

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...

"I seem to have seen this picture in some story."

The sound of Chen Yun buried trembling slightly.

Zhuo Rusui said: "It seems like a doll from ancient times violated the rules of heaven, which implicated the family, so he had to cut his flesh and return the bones."

Chen Yunmeng said with a trembling voice: "I remembered it, but... I looked completely different."

Zhuo Rusui was silent for a while and said, "Yes."

The plot of the story that cuts flesh and bones is the climax part, which seems particularly tragic and even tragic.

Jing Jiu did the same thing, but his movements and emotions were so calm, even seemingly mechanical.

Tongyan suddenly thought of the feeling when she played chess with Jing Jiu for the first time in Meihui, Chaoge City, many years ago.

Jing Jiu is such a person.

Whether playing chess or anything else, even at this moment, there must be clear purpose and accurate steps to act.

He was definitely not really upset about these things, so he simply ruined his body by throwing his jar. He must have other ideas.

"Enough!" Chen Yunmian looked at his father and said in a cold voice: "Don't you understand what he means yet?"

"Cry, make a fuss, and hang yourself?"

Shen Qingshan looked at Jing Jiuwei and said mockingly: "It's really interesting to threaten me with such shrews."

"I really don't want this body anymore," said Jing Jiu. "In addition, I want to know one thing: are you trying to get my body to save the world, or are you trying to conquer me to maintain your authority to rule the world?"

Shen Qingshan said: "What's the difference?"

"If it was the former, I ruined this body, what would you use to ignite the stars and save humanity?" Jing Jiu asked.

Shen Qingshan looked at him with expressionless expression and said, "This body is not yours, you are just a guest."

There is a saying that has been said countless times: Every life is a passerby in the world.

There are also similar descriptions: Heaven and earth are the opposite of all things.

The inn here means the inn.

We are all talking about the same point of view, we are all guests.

If the sword of all things is a container or carrier, then the soul of Jing Jiu who lives in it will naturally be a guest.

Whether it is sold or destroyed, what is the reason for the guests to deal with the inn?

"It's not yours, either." Jing Jiu said.

Shen Qingshan said: "Even if you don't recognize that this sword was given to me by the gods, you should admit that it belongs to Ping Yongjia. Don't forget that he is the real sword spirit. What's the reason for you to destroy all things without his consent?"

"A sword of all things is like a mother's body or uterus. He is the child born by the sword. Just like Qing'er's relationship with Qingtianjian, how can we say that this sword is his?"

Jing Jiu said, "Everything has no master, you and I are all passers-by. Now that I live here, of course I have the final say."

Are the souls passers-by to the body?

No, to be more precise, it should be a material passerby.

"So you threatened me with suicide?" Shen Qingshan said, staring into his eyes.

"Why do you think I'm threatening you with suicide? I won't do such a beautiful thing."

Jing Jiu looked at him and asked, "You said you had read my book before, so do you still remember the plot at the end?"

The book called "The Great Dao To the Sky" was written in the Minsheng District Apartment at Xingmen Base.

The story naturally ended at the moment of his ascension.

Before he ascended from Chaotian Continent, all the sects in the cultivation world arrived at Qingshan and attended the conference.

Before leaving, he told three stories to the monks.

The first story is Cao Yuan’s life experience, which means that you must be “open” in practicing Taoism.

The second story is Su Ziye's life experience, which says "A person dies and his dick is on the sky, and he will never die for thousands of years."

The third story is his own life, which says "I want to take off my clothes."

There are two similar examples in that original sentence.

Give up the Tao body.

Throwed the stick.

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...

Those three stories are the last words left by Jing Jiu before he ascended and left. The various sects in the Chaotian Continent naturally regard it as the ultimate truth. They have been studied for hundreds of years, but I don’t know how many statements have emerged from this.

When Tongyan Liu Shisui and others heard his question, they naturally remembered the three stories, and even remembered many original words in that story, such as the sentence - One day, I will give up this body.

Thinking of the meaning of this sentence, looking at Jing Jiu, who was covered in blood at this moment, everyone was shocked and speechless.
To be continued...