I have a role in the heavens

The spring breeze between heaven and earth blew, supporting the falling sea of ​​clouds. The golden giant bared his chest, looking down at the twelve flying swords, which were still unable to find a flaw around Qi Jingchun's image. He showed surprise on his face and made a surprised sound.

"Huh?"

Qi Jingchun did not take the attack of the twelve flying swords, which were extremely powerful and sharp for the cultivators on earth, to heart. He kept his eyes on the clenched fist. An invisible, sizzling sound appeared in the void in all directions. White electric snakes kept bursting out on the back of his hand, and seemingly tiny but actually huge snowflakes fell from the back of his hand and fell to the earth. Before they landed, they had already disappeared.

Some people in the world say that the pearl will wither with age. The pearl in Lizhu Cave, which is suspended above Dongbaopingzhou, has gone through three thousand years. It should have been controlled by the next military sage Ruan Qiong in sixty years. At that time, the outer wall that wraps and protects the pearl will be completely broken, just like a gorgeous porcelain, the outer glaze will fall off and become fragile and dilapidated.

At that time, the backlash of the heaven will crush it, and it will be unstoppable. Although it will not let everyone in the town die on the spot, it will make them have no afterlife.

Qi Jingchun studied the doctrines of the three schools and had a deep understanding of the Buddhist scriptures. He deduced a terrible consequence. More than 6,000 people in the town will be used as sacrifices to bear the backlash of the heaven in Lizhu Cave for three thousand years, become scapegoats, and fall into the evil ghost road of the Western Buddhist Kingdom for generations, and never transcend.

Ruan Qiong, a military swordsman, is the last saint in Lizhu Cave Heaven to sit in the four directions. His duty is not to protect the safety of the people in the town, but to prevent anyone from escaping the punishment of heaven.

The golden giant showed a majestic look on his face, and his voice was like thunder, shaking the world, and the sea of ​​clouds was turbulent. He continued to provoke Jing Chun.

"I heard that you, Qi Jingchun, are unusual. You have two names. In addition to the word Chun, there is also a word Jing that breaks the Confucian rules. Come on, show it and let me open my eyes!"

Every time the golden giant said the word come, he hit his knee with his fist. The sound was like the collision of metal and iron, crisp and sharp. After three times, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, the waves surged, and the wind raging at the bottom also became shaky, the light was distorted, the light and darkness alternated, and the years were mottled.

"You have the spring breeze, and I also have a flying sword rain. I want to pour cold water on you!"

Before the words fell, countless golden silk threads passed through the sea of ​​clouds and merged into the breeze, like small embroidery needles, densely packed, thousands of them, and after gathering together, the momentum was so great that it was breathtaking.

Qi Jingchun lowered his eyes, still staring at his clenched fist, and glanced at the golden giant. He was calm and spoke calmly.

"Good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring."

This Confucian saint spoke the law, and as the words fell, the laws of the great way between heaven and earth responded and resonated. Raindrops splashed around the Dharma image sitting upright. Each raindrop seemed small and negligible, but in fact they were as big as a pool of water.

These constantly emerging raindrops, contrary to common sense, did not fall downwards, but surged into the sky. The rain curtain hung upside down, like a waterfall, from bottom to top, and hit the golden flying sword rain from top to bottom.

"Ding ding dang dang!"

Like rain hitting banana leaves, crisp and pleasant, sparks flying everywhere, the flying sword magic rain and the upside-down rain curtain collided fiercely, entangled endlessly, but Qi Jingchun did not listen, did not hear, did not see, did not speak, and stared at the empty fist as always, completely ignoring the golden giant's Dharma image.

A lightning dragon appeared out of thin air around Qi Jingchun's fist and hit the back of his hand. There are three colors of lightning, scarlet blood red, blue purple, and silver white. It seems chaotic, but it is clearly divided. It interweaves into three large nets and falls down, and the broken fist is shattered, and the flying feathers are swaying and constantly fading.

"Calm and sea."

Qi Jingchun's golden words once again shook the laws of the great way between heaven and earth. The silver-white mountain peak suddenly became silent, like a tamed dog, no longer grinning. But the blood-red and blue-purple lightning still followed the rules, which caused the blood-red lightning to break the silver-white lightning, and the blue-purple lightning to bind the blood-red lightning. The three large nets that were not leaking at all became confused and disordered.

"There is a law for movement and stillness!"

A majestic voice came from the sea of ​​clouds, and the sea of ​​clouds rolled violently, with treacherous waves. The three lightning nets that were originally in chaos regained their order in chaos and began to hit Qi Jingchun's fist again.

"It's time to end the small fight, Qi Jingchun, do you dare to take my punch!"

The golden giant's voice was like thunder, shaking the nine heavens. The huge golden fist was like a Sumeru Mountain, breaking through the vast sea of ​​clouds, carrying supreme power, and smashing Qi Jingchun's head fiercely, without any mercy. Even the Confucian saint who was firmly in the top five of the fourteenth realm did not resist this punch.

Qi Jingchun spread his right hand, palm up, and supported the huge fist that fell from the sky. His body shook violently, and the sea of ​​clouds shook, and they all fell a hundred feet away. Fortunately, a breeze lifted up the vast sea of ​​clouds, preventing it from falling completely to the ground.

"Come again!"

The golden giant took advantage of the situation and pursued the victory, constantly expanding the results of the battle. Punches fell one after another, each punch was as powerful as thunder, violent and fierce. Even the five mountains of Dongbaopingzhou could not withstand this punch.

Qi Jingchun's Dharma image just raised his arm and held it high. First, a big hole was smashed in the palm of his hand, and then the whole palm shattered, and then the arm was smashed section by section by the golden fist.

Qi Jingchun's Dharma image was greatly damaged, but he remained indifferent, all his attention was on his left hand, which was clenched into a fist. Lightning spread from the fist to the whole arm, climbed up to the shoulder, and condensed into Taoist talismans, each of which was as big as a rock and contained terrifying power.

"Don't be stubborn, Qi Jingchun, if you are willing, you can follow me to practice."

Above the sea of ​​clouds, the old and ethereal Taoist voice sounded again, as if unwilling to see Qi Jingchun fall, and persuaded him.

Qi Jingchun raised his head slightly, looking at the dilapidated Dharma image, and the arms full of holes were covered with the supreme prophecy condensed by the Taoist master saint. What a justice for the heaven, his eyes flashed with determination, his compassionate heart did not diminish in the slightest, he sighed slightly, and slowly spoke.

"Pure and inaction!"

As soon as these four words came out, the Taoist voice above the sea of ​​clouds was furious, with a voice like thunder, majestic and sacred, and shouted at Qi Jingchun without any courtesy.

"Qi Jingchun, you are too presumptuous and bold!"

Qi Jingchun is a Confucian saint, who follows his heart and does not go beyond the rules. He should not cross the Taoist lineage and use the word "Jing" in his natal natal chart, which violates the rules of the three religions, especially the rules of Taoism. This made the Taoist saint furious.

Above the nine heavens, a sword light fell from a high place, easily tearing apart the vast sea of ​​clouds. The sword light was sharp and sharp, cutting off Qi Jingchun's Dharma arm, and the left forearm fell off, causing countless monks who were paying attention to this battle to sigh, with a tone full of regret.

The Taoist saint seemed to have not yet calmed down, and slashed out another sword light, heading straight for the bead containing the Lizhu Cave Heaven. The sword light was so strong that it was like the sun hanging in the sky, making people dare not look directly at it.

Qi Jingchun blocked the broken arm in front of the bead without hesitation. After enduring this sharp sword light, the broken arm completely fell off the shoulder.

At the same time, the golden giant's fist broke through Qi Jingchun's obstruction and slammed hard on the head of the Dharma image. With a loud bang, most of the sea of ​​clouds was shattered.

Qi Jingchun's Dharma image was shaky, with broken limbs and arms, and was extremely miserable, but his sleeves were still fluttering, and the elegance of a scholar was undoubtedly revealed.

"Dang!"

The golden giant punched down again, and Qi Jingchun's Dharma image kept falling, punching one after another, as if it would never stop, trying to smash this Confucian saint into the hell of hell, and never reincarnate.

The dilapidated Dharma image tightly protected the bead in front of him, the Lizhu Cave Heaven within a radius of a thousand miles, and the townspeople who would call out Mr. Qi.

Qi Jingchun's Dharma image's lips moved, and his clear voice shook people's hearts.

"The stars rotate, the sun and the moon shine, the four seasons change, the yin and yang change, the wind and rain are generous, and all things are born in harmony and grow in nourishment..."

In the largest restaurant in the town, inside the Lizhu Cave Heaven, Zhou Jue didn't care about what happened in the outside world, Dongbaopingzhou. He held the wine pot in his left hand and poured a sip into his mouth from time to time. The clear and mellow wine flowed, and the rich aroma of wine filled the air. At the same time, he didn't forget to pick up the bamboo chopsticks to pick up a bite of food to go with the wine.

But after a while, the last drop of wine in the wine pot fell into Zhou Jue's mouth. He slowly picked up the last piece of beef with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, swallowed it into his stomach, and then stopped all his movements and said slowly.

"The wine is finished, the dishes are finished, and no one has paid for this table of wine and dishes yet?"

Qi Jingchun sat alone on the corridor bridge of Lizhu Cave Heaven, with white hair, old face, deep wrinkles, and bright red blood flowing from his seven orifices, but there was an extremely happy smile on his face, which was extremely brilliant.

Zhou Jue stood up and walked out of the largest restaurant in this small town. The town seemed to have encountered a once-in-a-century eclipse of the sun. It was pitch black and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Outside the town, the statues of gods exploded like firecrackers, and the sound became more and more frequent, which seemed particularly harsh. This made ordinary people in the town restless. Thinking of the ox carts and horse carriages carrying the children of wealthy families before, the people in the alleys of the market were extremely terrified.

Within the high gate walls of the four surnames and ten clans, without exception, whenever a servant or maid wanted to act on their own and hang up a lantern, they would be loudly scolded. Some impatient family managers even slapped down the lanterns on the spot and crushed them with a foot. Their faces were ferocious, and they stared at the servants with good intentions with eyes that looked at them as enemies.

Zhou Jue took in all of this, strolled leisurely, and walked slowly behind the blue-shirted Confucian scholar with a straight back. In the darkness, this Confucian saint was extremely miserable, old and decadent, and the fire of life was weak, like a flame swaying in the wind, which could be blown out at any time.

The great swordsman of the Sword Qi Great Wall, the number one swordsman in the world, and the fourteenth realm pure swordsman Zhou Jue, he lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyes and looked down, and a smile appeared on his extremely ordinary face, which was soft and brilliant at the corner of his mouth, and he clapped his hands and praised.

"The world is happy with you, Qi Jingchun, and you and I are happy too!"

"clang!"

Before the words fell, the sword on the waist of the blue-shirted swordsman was unsheathed, and the sword light shone brightly, like a galaxy, rolling back and illuminating the entire town, rushing into the vast sea of ​​clouds in Dongbaopingzhou, blocking the golden fists that kept falling for Qi Jingchun.

"Swish!"

The sword light was sharp and unparalleled in the world. It cut off the arm of the golden giant without any hesitation, and at the same time rushed into the nine heavens, annihilating a condensed sword light that fell from the Qingming world.

"This Haoran world can't be without people like Qi Jingchun, otherwise even the spring light will become dim, and the spring breeze will no longer be gentle!"

A million-foot-long dharma image appeared above the sea of ​​clouds, lying between the golden giant and Qi Jingchun's dharma image. He looked up at Qingming Tianxia, ​​with a trace of ridicule flashing in his sword eyes, and said sarcastically.

"Yu Dou, Lu Chen, this is a vast world, and there is no room for your Taoists to act recklessly!"

"If you are still dissatisfied, you can try to resist the sword of fear in my hand. I just want to learn the Taoist secrets!"

Zhou Jue's eyes are deep, and countless sword lights are shining, as if there is a world full of flying swords. The sword intent around his body is booming, filling the space between heaven and earth. The laws of the Taoism are shaken by it, and the Taoist talismans spread on the Qi Jingchun Dharma. After dissipating, the king who was condensed with three colors of blood-red, blue-purple, and silver-white lightning was also directly annihilated.

Zhou Jue slowly turned his head and looked at the golden giant. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a bit of disdain. His eyes were like looking down at an ant, and he said contemptuously.

"You're worthy of a sword too!"

After saying that, his words condensed into a sonic flying sword, which instantly appeared in front of the golden giant, directly cutting off the twelve flying swords, and then aimed at the golden Dharma and gently circled it, dividing the Dharma into two parts. Two, there was no response.

"The military strategist has indeed declined. Only the first ancestor Jiang She is pretty good, and the others are all vulnerable!"

Jiang She, the ancestor of the military strategist, whose Taoist name is Yuanshen, is the first eleven-level martial artist in the world. His combat power ranks fourth among the ten ancient giants. He is the most powerful weapon in human form in the world. He personally named the Qi Sheng of the third level of the end, and returned to his true form. , God arrived. To a great extent, he has opened up a path to heaven for martial arts in the world, and has said many heroic adverbials.

"Let me raise one more level of martial arts, and I can beat up the Taoist ancestor with one hand!"

In the ancient years ten thousand years ago, the gods ruled this ancient world. In the eyes of the gods, the human race was reduced to an ant-like existence, and the demon race could only be massacred by the gods. In this case, Jiang She became He was the first person in the world to break through the Golden Body Realm. He felt that when he developed a complete martial arts, all races in the world could follow him and become gods in the flesh. He would no longer suffer from the arrogance of relying on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to survive, and would no longer have to fight with him. Who bows down and offers incense.

After that, the ancestor of the military strategist continued to climb higher and higher, and more and more people followed him. However, he was also noticed by the gods, and the gods almost killed all the humans who broke through the golden body realm. He was the only one left who was protected by the supreme god.

Later, the human race and the demon race were dissatisfied with the rule of the ancient gods and joined forces to start a battle to reach the sky that shocked the past and present. In this battle, the top ten heroes in the world led the human race and demon race monks to the sky. As one of the ten giants, the first military strategist... Ancestor showed the power of one man to be the master of the barrier, and became the first person to wield the golden body of a god.

After the Battle of Heaven, the human race began to enjoy the fruits of victory, which also caused internal strife. The founders of the three religions and the ancestors of the wilderness each got a piece of the world. However, some rebellious sword cultivators and the first ancestors of military strategists believed that they were fighting here. Among them, he made the greatest contribution, killed the most gods, and should occupy the ruins of the ancient heaven. However, this request was rejected by the founder of the three religions on the spot, and the civil war broke out.

In this battle, Daozu turned the tide, and the Dharma Prime Minister stood tall and held the first ancestor of the military strategist in his hand to hit the rebellious sword cultivator leader again and again, causing the military strategist side to be completely defeated and put down the civil strife.

As the leader of one party, Jiang She, the founder of the military strategist, could have directly established a religion and called himself the ancestor. The founder of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism had no objection to this. Just because he wanted to occupy the ancient ruins of heaven, he ended up being beheaded by everyone. After the soldiers were defeated, his body was cut into five parts, and his soul was integrated into the martial arts of the world, paving a road to heaven for future generations of pure martial artists.

Because Jiang She, the first ancestor of the military strategist, failed to live up to his merits, he was imprisoned in the star that symbolized killing. He could only wait patiently for the end of the ten thousand-year prison term and return again.

"Before ascending to heaven, the person who shattered the golden body with only two fists on the human world was named Jiang She. The rest of the helpers will come with me. I will accept them all!"

This ancestor of the military strategist was ambitious and made no secret of it. He spoke directly without any conspiracy or tricks. He overturned the table on the spot and was worthy of being called a man.

However, this ancestor of the military strategist liked to talk nonsense, and he was very stubborn and stubborn. Even after being slashed three times by the sword wielder, he still had a stubborn tongue and refused to give in. Later generations of martial artists also inherited this trait from Jiang She and were very tough-tongued, so there was a joke about Song Changjing beating Qi Jingchun to death with one hand.

Qi Jingchun looked back at the sword cultivator in green shirt, who was as tall and tall as a pillar of heaven. His gentle and calm eyes revealed a bit of astonishment, and he spoke.

"You shouldn't have taken action!"

The Sword Cultivator lineage was in a bad situation because they joined forces with the military strategists to launch a civil war. If it weren't for the Holy Master and the Li Sheng who guarded the Great Wall of Sword Qi, they would have been killed by the other two sects long ago.

"Today is different from the past. The period of ten thousand years is approaching, and the founders of the three religions are about to transform the world. No one among the three religions can stop the sword in my hand!"

Zhou Jue was arrogant and unruly, looking down on the heroes of the world and said disdainfully.

"Second Dao, Third Lao Lu, I will protect Qi Jingchun today, and I will protect Lizhu Dongtian today. If you are not convinced, feel free to give it a try!"

Zhou Jue's swordsmanship is monstrous, coincides with the great road, he is arrogant, he is arrogant among the heroes, and his heroic words shock the world.

"Qiang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword of fear in his hand flew out again. All living beings are afraid of the consequences, and Bodhisattvas are afraid of the causes. A person who understands his own nature knows the consequences of his body, speech, and mind, is afraid of the consequences, and dare not do his own work. This is the fruit of Bodhisattva!

But Zhou Jue's realm is more than just the Bodhisattva fruit. He swung the long sword in his hand, and the Milky Way was upside down, vast and brilliant, cutting off the cause and effect of the catastrophe in the dark. The three thousand years of backlash of the heaven in Lizhu Town was eliminated.

"What cause and effect, luck, and catastrophe? We sword cultivators never care about it. We can cut it with one sword!"

Zhou Jue sheathed the sword, stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes penetrated the endless space, and looked at the Yujing Mountain in Qingming Tianxia, ​​saying disdainfully.