salted fish soaring

The Wuying sword was unsheathed, but there was no trace of sword light.

Where the sword fell, the lake water shattered, like thousands of glass beads sprinkled towards the sun.

Wuxiang didn't accept the move, and retreated quickly: "You want to see my true face? But I am you!"

He formed seals with both hands, and the three living stones at the bottom of the lake shook violently, and thousands of red lights rushed out of the water.

The Sansheng stone breaks through the water, like the sun rising high.

The clear green lake and the green hills on all sides are shrouded in red light, strange and chaotic, as if this world is isolated from the rest of the world, and has become a sea of ​​blood and forests of knives.

Song Qianji glanced at the boulder, and suddenly his mind was shaken.

In all directions, thousands of drops of water reflected the blood-red light, and each drop showed a picture, becoming the sea of ​​blood he had flowed through in his previous life, and the killing field he had passed through.

He seemed to be dragged into a sea of ​​blood by an invisible force.

In the depths of the sea of ​​blood, another "Song Qianji" looked indifferent, holding a lone light sword, approaching him step by step:

"You are holding a killing sword, but you have the heart to save people. Monster beasts lose their fangs and must die at the hands of natural enemies. Killers lose their killing skills and will be killed by humans! Song Qianji, you already have concerns , become soft-hearted, give birth to sentimental tenderness, how can you still be "survive in a hundred battles"?!"

In the Blood Sea Knife Mountain, Li Drink resounded heavily:

"You will surely die today—"

The Shadowless Sword collided with the "Lonely Light Sword", making a long cry that shook the world.

Song Qianji only felt that there was a sword net covering the sky and covering the sky. He slashed with the sword like a live fish struggling in the net.The enemy predicts the trajectory of each of his swords, making his sword force like a mud cow.

He seemed to be fighting another self.

The "solitary light sword" erupted with dazzling light, like a blazing golden sun.The sword is fierce and lonely, and there is an unparalleled self-confidence and domineering.

But the Shadowless Sword was light and fast, dim and dull, and was temporarily suppressed by the opponent's crazy offensive.

Song Qianji played hard.

The blood lake splashed, and scenes of killings flashed in the mist.Prison Death Mountain, Blood River Valley, Dead Sea, Qianqu King's Tomb, the end of the snow field...

I don't know how long passed, his sword became heavier and heavier, and the enemy became stronger as he fought.

He is scarred.

Is the so-called immortality a glory or a curse?

How did he defeat his previous self?

wrong!This is not true.

Song Qianji bit the tip of his tongue, blood gushed out, and his drowsy mind instantly regained consciousness.

He not only saw the other party clearly, but also saw the past and present lives clearly.

"The earth can grow tall trees and ancient vines, as well as small flowers and grasses. The sun and rain from the sky are the same for every wheat seedling in the field. If this world can accommodate you, it can accommodate me! I don't have to fight again in this life, You can't die!"

"Be careful, the thief uses the power of the Sansheng Stone to create illusions to confuse you!" Suddenly an old man sighed, and a ball of white light flew out from behind Song Qianji, hitting the Sansheng Stone.

The phantom pierced through the sword net with such fast speed and ferocious castration that it was like a flying eagle stabbing obliquely into the sky.

"Senior Huawei!" Song Qianji was startled, unable to stop him.

"I've been lingering for a long time, lingering on my last breath, I'll go first, don't forget your oath—"

"boom!"

The remnant soul collided with the Sansheng Stone and burst suddenly.

The boulder swayed for a moment, the red light in the sky dimmed, and phantoms of the sea of ​​blood floated.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opening, Song Qianji raised his hand and suddenly threw the Shadowless Sword!

Wuxiang was startled, and retreated subconsciously.

At such a critical moment, did Song Qianji abandon his sword?

What does he want to do?Apart from this precious sword gifted by Xian Jianchen, what else does he have?

"Boundary! Open!" I saw Song Qianji forming seals with both hands, with him as the center, a dazzling golden light burst out, instantly submerging the sea of ​​blood.

A golden wheat field swept across like a sea tide, crushing the Bloody Knife Mountain.

"Ah!" Wu Xiang couldn't avoid it, being overwhelmed by thousands of wheat awns.

The illusion was shattered, and he was severely injured.

"You are not me." Song Qianji threw down the flower pinned to his front, "Could it be that you have forgotten yourself and only become someone else?"

Noticing anything similar, he stared at him incredulously, his eyes gradually became fanatical, and he laughed out loud:

"It's the power of the Immortal Spring!!"

He was stunned, and said word by word: "It turns out that this is your biggest hole card. No wonder you are lucky if you have divine help."

Song Qianji didn't deny it, nor did he admit it.

He is inseparable from the Immortal Spring in his daily healing and maintenance of the thousand canals. Even his wheat field boundary was created by the power of the Immortal Spring.In this way, the souls of migrant workers were taken in, and countless classics and practice experience were added to Qianqu.

But if it is said that he completely relies on the Immortal Spring, without this treasure of heaven and earth, he is nothing and can do nothing, but he absolutely refuses to admit it.

"The Immortal Spring is willing to recognize you as the master, you are really an anomaly." Wuxiang grinned, blood dripping from his mouth, staining the wheat field red: "I want to tell you a secret."

"Please tell me." Song Qianji felt a little relaxed in his own realm, and sat on the wheat at will.

"You saved people twice, and the so-called phantom world you experienced is the past life that actually happened to you."

Song Qianji thought this is it?

I almost vomited watching the long river of time.

Wu Xiang smiled and said: "I have also seen the Sansheng Stone, and I saw that in the previous life we ​​chose a savior, not you."

Song Qianji thought to himself, Wei Zhenyu, it's not new.

"You?" He only cared about this word.

"Yes, we. We can detect the decline of heaven and earth's aura and the passing of life in the sky tree, and calculate the time of destruction of this world. In the previous life, they were in the light, and I was in the dark. Everyone chose the same person according to their own abilities. Stay It is not enough to give him the inheritance of the strong predecessors, I will give him the accumulation of geniuses of the same generation, so that the luck of the current world can be condensed in one person..."

There is malice in Wuxiang's smile, showing off his achievements like a winner.

Song Qianji's face turned cold: "It's all you?"

"It's me." Wuxiang laughed.

Song Qianji's eyes lost warmth, just like when he killed someone in his previous life.

It turns out that there is a pusher behind fate.

That's why Ziye Manjusri died early, Ji Chen went mad, and Meng Heze fell into a demon.

And no matter how hard his life is, he will never escape the siege of Xue Yuan.

Wu Xiang laughed loudly: "They are masters and saints, and I will do the dirty work. But what is the difference between us? In this life, you actually accepted Xian Jianchen as your teacher and took his sword."

Song Qianji stood up: "I will ask myself about the matter between Xian Jianchen and me."

Vitality passed away without a trace, but the hair grew wildly like branches, and the skin turned into dark blue bark.

The appearance of him holding Song Qianji again made Song Qianji feel very weird, as if he saw himself turned into a branch.

He spoke again, and his voice became hoarse, like the rustling of the wind blowing through the woods:

"It's ridiculous that we have done so much in the previous life, but it was all useless. No matter how powerful the power of luck, no matter how powerful a genius is born, it can't change the end of the world. Rebirth, let everything start again."

In the end, he was as angry as a gossamer:

"The first time I asked you to make a choice, it was to test you. The second and third time was to recognize you and sincerely want to cooperate with you. I chose you to be the god of the new world, but you are still stubborn and want to be with me. Enemy. Since that's the case, I can't keep you this time..."

"It's weird, I'm a farmer, what do I do as a god? I've killed you three times, and I'm tired of killing you." Song Qianji stretched out his hand, and the Shadowless Sword buzzed, and flew over in the air: "Your incarnation is driven by the superstar tree. Created by a branch, your main body must be related to the superstar tree. The avatar also has the desire to survive, take me to see the main body, and I will let you go!"

"You can kill me three times, thirty times or three hundred times, even if you win every battle, you will definitely lose." Wuxiang shook his head and smiled, "This incarnation will die with you, so it can be regarded as the best use of everything."

"Not good, Sanshengshi!" Song Qianji made a seal with both hands and took back the realm.

The opponent didn't want to win him in this battle.The illusion is just a cover-up to delay time, and the Sansheng Stone is a countdown bomb from beginning to end.

When the thought flashed, the Sansheng Stone had burst.When the earth-shattering power erupted, there was a dead silence.

Boulder fragments fell like a silent snow.

At this moment, Song Qianji saw the shadow of death rising into the sky, covering the sky and the earth.

……

Blood River Valley underground palace underground river, the current is fast, a fleet of ships is difficult to sail.

There were more than ten boats of different sizes. The big boat at the front rode the wind and waves to drive away the monsters in the river, with the golden wheat ear flag of Qianqu on the prow.

The one in charge of breaking the back is an amphibious cloud shuttle, carrying Mobei's black sword and flame flag.

Although the fleet gathered three religions and nine streams, various sects and schools, they did not fight each other. Instead, they were all worried because of various abnormal encounters in the secret realm:

"King Song saved my life earlier, so I naturally believed him. But what happened in the secret realm, why did you ask us to leave as soon as possible?"

"I was about to leave. The Chaos Beast is so terrifying. If Hua Chunshan can't hold it down and let it run out, I have nine lives and I won't be enough to feed it!"

"Do you people from Qianqu know something? Can you tell everyone about it?"

The dark river was pitch black, and ferocious iron-backed crocodiles and black-toothed fish kept pounced on the deck, trying to attack the monks.

"Can we really get out? Where does this dark river lead to?"

Meng Heze looked at the glimmer of light ahead, and said two words coldly: "Dead Sea."

The Martial Arts were still calm, and several teams of casual cultivators shouted first:

"Dead Sea? Isn't that going to die?!"

"I'm not going! Why don't you go back to Blood Valley!"

Li Cigou said loudly: "Going out is the only way to survive. King Wei is here. Today we all live and die together. Why should you be afraid?"

Wei Zhenyu felt more and more uneasy in his heart.

I wonder what Song Qianji is doing now?He should have left, right?

If I turn around and look for him, he will definitely blame me for not being able to do things well, not as reliable as Meng Heze and Jichen.

Wei Zhenyu had no expression on his face, his whole body was shrouded in an endless fire, and he said loudly:

"Who doesn't want to go forward, just go back."

Before the words fell, all the monks suddenly stopped talking.

Everyone felt an unstoppable and violent force erupting in the secret realm.

It seems that the power of the first opening of heaven and earth, the power of gods and demons to destroy the world, erupted from the blood river valley and gushed out along the dark river.

Even across a long distance, it makes people feel a deep sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

The dark river was turned upside down, and the waves of black ink rolled over.

……

Ji Chen was not on Qianqu's boat, so he found Qingya's team and asked to see Ziye Manjusri.

Before he could speak, Ziye Manjusri asked, "Is there something wrong with Song Qianji?"

Ji Chen nodded, thinking that it's really cool to be around this person, and its power is better than the summer heat-relieving formation.

It's just that Anhe is already gloomy and cold, and he really doesn't want to stay with him any longer, so he said succinctly:

"This is something Brother Song asked me to give to Fellow Daoist Ziye. He only said that you will understand after reading it."

Ziye Wenshu took the jade box without saying a word, weighed it lightly, and suddenly frowned: "Not good."

Two words without beginning and end.

Ji Chen was puzzled, and asked Qing Zhai and Zi Mo with his eyes, what do you mean by the supervisor.

Qingzhai and Zimo shook their heads, also shocked.

They found that Ziye Manjusri's expression changed, and a complex emotion of remorse, pain, and anger appeared on his face.

The Superintendent of Midnight has such a rich emotion.

He would be angry too.

But why is he angry?

Ji Chen's heart sank, his face turned pale, and he was about to turn around when the explosion happened at this moment.

……

The Sansheng Stone exploded, causing the Blood River Valley to collapse, and the secret realm was almost destroyed.

Only a few big monsters with strong muscles and bones, Chaos protected by Huachun Mountain, and monks who walked through the dark river and left the secret realm survived.

Three days after the catastrophe, many people ventured into the secret realm and searched hard, but Song Qianji was never found.

The lake was razed to the ground for a radius of thirty miles, without any trace of living things.

The monks who survived the catastrophe gathered spontaneously, lit everlasting candles on the ruins, and prayed for King Song of Qianqu.

The Blood River Valley was turbulent, and the weaker monks dared not enter, so they lit an ever-burning lamp in front of their windows and on their desks.

For a moment, there was a feeling that heaven and earth shared the same sorrow, and that all people were plain.

Just at this time, Huaweizong Xuyun real person came out of the customs, and he was already half-step into the realm of transformation.

The Huawei Sect held the opening ceremony, and there were a lot of guests.In the past, the subordinate sects and territories were trembling, and they went up the mountain again to pay tribute.

Master Xuyun publicly announced that the Immortal Officer Qianqu had died in the Blood River Valley, and Huawei Sect would take back Qianqu County.

Qianqu King Song Qianji is dead? !

Will the thousands of miles of fertile soil, rich and productive, rich spiritual stone mines and abundant aura become a land of no one? !

The news spread rapidly around the world, making some people ecstatic and others full of anger.

The two factions are fighting against each other, and the world of comprehension is about to storm.

……

The Shadowless Sword was crumbling, carrying Song Qianji quietly across the vast clouds.

Song Qianji lay on his back on the sword, with his hands behind his head, looking up at the sky to rest.

He didn't expect that Wuxiang used himself as fuel to blow up the Sansheng Stone.

He scattered the fragments of the statue into the sea of ​​clouds, taking pleasure in bitterness: "This is, my last trump card."

An inconspicuous little statue, neither a magic weapon nor a treasure of heaven and earth, raised a golden light at the last moment, making him escape from death and save his life.

Song Qianji brought a piece of dead land back to life, and the world returned his life.

The flying sword moved forward, and the fragments of the statue of Song Xianguan drifted backward, like a long tail of meteor across the sky.

Song Qianji whispered to himself: "...Thank you."

He entered the secret realm to kill people, thinking that he wanted to retrace the blood path of his previous life, but by accident, he went all the way to save people, and finally saved himself.

With a sharp sword in hand and a god in his arms, the one who can kill him is himself, and the one who can save him is only himself.

The sun is rising and the clouds are bright.

The Shadowless Sword passed over the white seabird, and flew between the sea and the sky, flying slower and slower until it hovered in mid-air.

"I know you're here, come out!" Song Qianji stood up and shouted, "Come out!"

Thousands of waves, boundless.

Was he looking for something, or someone?