salted fish soaring

He had a sword in his life, and he added "sword" to his name. In the end, the silver dust disappeared, leaving only the broken sword.

"What a mess, Xian Jianchen, you are so cool, leave the mess to me." Song Qianji murmured, and in the blink of an eye, two tears fell.

It must be the wind and sand all over the sky.

He picked up the broken sword.The intricate patterns on the sword body were washed by fresh blood over and over again, becoming more and more colorful, like red flowers blooming slowly, delicate and charming.It seems like the kind that Xian Jianchen often pins on his front.

He couldn't help thinking, 200 years ago, how beautiful would this sword be when it was intact and radiant?

Does it start to be destroyed when it is extremely powerful, or doomed to be broken when it is extremely beautiful?

What was Xian Jianchen thinking when they were playing chess with the chess ghost book master?Are you also watching your own death?

Song Qianji put away the broken sword, and bumped into something hard behind him when he got up.

It was cold, with a rough surface, vaguely moist, like a living wall, and Xian Jianchen was leaning against this wall just now.

He suddenly realized what it was—

The trunk of the Supertree.

It was not Xian Jianchen who had been exuding a dead air, but Super Sky Tree.

The color of the superstar tree is deep red, because the tree is too huge, the whole picture cannot be seen clearly in the dense fog, let alone the tree crown and dense branches and leaves supporting the sky, only the trunk is extremely broad, like a copper wall connected to the sky.

"So this is the end of the continent, this is the superstar tree." Song Qianji thought to himself.

He has been running towards this place in his two lifetimes. This is the shore that he could not reach in his previous life. During countless starry nights on the road, he often imagined what the end of the continent would look like.

It turned out that there were no bright purples and reds blooming all over the place, and no birds singing and auspicious clouds filling the sky. Standing under the tree and looking up, he felt no excitement in his heart. He only felt that he was extremely small, like an ant standing at the feet of a giant.

The canopy of the tree is too big, the light of the sun, moon and stars cannot reach under the tree, so the place is always shrouded in mist and extremely cold.

Song Qianji didn't understand why he was always running desperately, and always ran to a place that was difficult to reach.

Even if you do it all over again on the Sansheng Stone, you have to escape to the Sheshen Cliff and then jump down, or ride a silver crane and fly across the Dead Sea to compete with the sun.

Probably because of this, he prefers "land", perhaps because he likes the feeling of farming with his own hands and being down-to-earth.

The earth embraces everything, good and bad.

Although the sky is good, it is not suitable for long-term residence.When I lived in "Tianwaitian", I was surrounded by emptiness, overlooking the mountains and rivers and sitting on the four seas, but I couldn't hold anything in my hands.

Just like this moment.There is nothing in this place.

There is only one vermilion wall that separates the world from the earth.Two endless enemies.

Countless thoughts flashed through Song Qianji's mind, but it only took him the time to pick up the sword and turn around.

Ten steps forward, he saw that person through the white mist.

He bid farewell all the way, gained and lost continuously, and finally came here, standing in front of the instigator.

As long as he wins the final battle, he will never have to run again.

Xian Jie is recovering quickly, her sunken cheeks have become rosy and plump, her long gray hair has returned to green and black, her skinny body like a skeleton has been covered by well-proportioned muscles, exuding a powerful and confident sense of strength and oppression.

Song Qianji looked at him, and it was not difficult to imagine Xian Jianchen's appearance when he was young.

Xian Jie said leisurely: "He told you some things about the past. In his story, he must be a good brother with love and righteousness, but I am a sinister, cunning, wicked heretic, right?"

"I don't want to hear your story, I don't want to talk to you, I'm here to kill you."

Wuying, Spring and Autumn, Staying Here, Crossing the River, Lacking the Moon, Slashing Evil, Breaking the Delusion, Covering the Water, Going Alone, the nine swords are shining brilliantly, flying around Song Qianji like a beast ready to go.

With a sharp blade in his body, he will kill himself.

The sharpest sword in the world is in his hands, and the killing intent in his heart has reached its peak.

Song Qianji waved his sleeves, and the nine swords came out together, like a nine dragon going out to sea, setting off a strong wind at the end of the continent.

Xian Jie's sleeves fluttered, and he stood quietly: "In the Blood River Valley, I played a game of chess with you, do you remember?"

"I won that game." Song Qianji said.

As soon as the words fell, the nine-handed sword was blocked by countless blood-colored vines and hovered in the air.

These vines broke through the frozen soil and grew densely from the ground, swaying like seaweed, and even through the thick fog, it was scalp-numbing.

On the snowfield, Song Qianji used the undead spring to draw out the roots of the scorpion tree, and the roots shrank everywhere, struggling to die.

At the end of the continent, these roots are abnormally bright in color, strong and full.They were controlled by Xian Jie, attacking Song Qianji like a long whip and sharp sword.

Song Qianji had no choice but to control the sword and slash to create a path.

Bloody shadows flew out, and the warm juice splashed on him, sticky like fresh blood, but exuding a fishy and sweet smell.

In the vine forest covering the sky and the sun, Song Qianji's figure appears and disappears from time to time, and the nine-handed sword is like a sickle for harvesting wheat fields, cutting off large vines wherever it goes.

Sword lights flew, blood shadows flickered, and the shrill wind sounded like screams.

The vines interweave to form a throne, slowly lifting Xian Jie up into the sky.

He looked down on Song Qianji through the thick fog like a tall god statue: "You can win every game, but you can't match the destiny."

Song Qianji couldn't hear what he said at all.

The shrill cry of the nine swords overwhelmed all the sounds in his ears.

The loss of the original owner drove them into a frenzy, and they needed a big battle to get out of their sheaths and drink their blood.

Song Qianji became more courageous as he fought more and more, and felt that every sword was as smooth as his natal sword.

The roots of the superstar tree were cut off, the juice was splashed all over the sky, and the rich spiritual energy was released, filling the world.These auras poured into his body continuously, like heavy rain filling a pond.

The operation of the "happy rain on a spring night", coupled with the golden light of luck, and the escort of the Immortal Spring, his cultivation realm has grown rapidly.

Song Qianji approached the throne in the sky step by step.He has never fought such a smooth battle, without the pain of injury, without the guilt of hurting others, only the joy of fighting.

Which monk doesn't like such a battle?

Everything went surprisingly smoothly.His sword is extremely handy, and his enemies are hiding everywhere, about to be slashed by his sword.

"Come down!" Song Qianji shouted.

The Spring and Autumn Sword shattered the throne with one sword, and the sword energy across the river was like a long river, blocking countless vines.

Xian Jie fell downwards and fell into the cage composed of six swords. There was no way to go to heaven or to go to earth.

Song Qianji held the Lonely Sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the enemy's throat.

But he stopped.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" Xian Jie asked.

The swords buzzed unwillingly, also urging.

"You deliberately increased my cultivation base." Song Qianji said, "Why?"

Who will send food and grass to the enemy during a war?

The end of the continent is a place where yin and yang are separated. Under the cover of the supernatural tree, there is no thunder catastrophe.

His cultivation base has skyrocketed without limit, and he has broken through the transformation of gods and reached the limit.

"Song Qianji, who is immortal in all battles, is invincible after getting these nine swords. How can I beat you?" Xian Jie was injured, and was pointed at the gate of life with the sword alone, but he showed a victorious smile.

Song Qianji seemed to be aware of it, his heart moved slightly, and he suddenly raised his head.

In an instant, countless vines returned to the ground, and the strong wind swept in, blowing away the dense fog, revealing the brilliant starry sky above.

In the night, the stars slowly rotated all over the sky, and countless starlights fell on Song Qian's body, forming a strong gravitational force, sucking him to the sky.

Song Qianji's robe was blown up by the strong wind, and he had to use his aura to resist the huge force falling from the sky.

"But I can send you away." Xian Jie opened his arms, his eyes were astonishingly bright, revealing the meaning of madness, "How does it feel to skyrocket, how does it feel to control everything? Xu Yun, He Qingqing, and the world Everyone, who can resist gaining power?!"

Song Qianji gritted his teeth, staggered a step, and supported the ground with his sword.

The silver starlight all over the sky gathered on him, illuminating his whole body in silvery white.

A force weighing more than a thousand catties pulled him, trying to send him straight to the sky.

Xian Jie laughed loudly: "Your strength has exceeded the limit, and the essence of this world is rejecting you. Go, go and ascend. The affairs of this world are none of your business from now on."

If you don't break through the boundaries, you won't be able to kill a strong enemy; if you break through the boundaries, you have to "fly up".

There is simply no way out.

Song Qianji struggled against the gravitational force of the stars, and forcibly used his mind to control the Duxiang sword: "Before I leave, I will be able to kill you."

Xian Jie shook his head: "That person opened the sword forest boundary, and can raze the entire snow field to the ground. Do you think he still misses the past and doesn't want to kill me? He can't kill me, he dare not kill me!"

The Duxiang sword was close at hand, but he didn't take a step back: "The supernatural tree species? Ha, let's see what it is?"

"laugh!"

Du Xiang's sword pierced into his chest, he let out a cry of pain, and suddenly tore open his front.

Song Qianji was stunned.

He saw a big hole in Xian Jie's chest.

Hollow, red-boned, heartless.

"I have lived under the Supertree for 200 years. The place is dark and cold, and the seal can never be broken, so I came up with a way to die and survive. I scattered all my flesh and blood, and fused my will with the Supertree A hundred years later, the tree will bear fruit, which will be my new body. The tree seed you got is my heart. I will live and die with the old tree, and the new tree will also be born from me. How dare you kill me? "

He actually walked forward, approaching Song Qianji step by step, looking straight into his eyes: "Can you kill me?"

"Ah!" The gravitational force of the stars deformed Song Qianji's face, and there was nothing in his line of sight except the extremely dazzling silver starlight.

A blood-red supernatural tree species emerged and flew towards Xian Jie.

"The monk's wish is nothing more than to ascend to the sky, go to other realms, live the same life as the stars, you should thank me." Xian Jie's laughter sounded.

The eight-handed sword lost control, and the formation suddenly collapsed.The Lonely Sword in Song Qian's hands also gradually disappeared.

Did he really lose?

Could it be that he can't beat the destiny, this world is doomed to be destroyed; the land he has planted, the flowers and plants he planted will eventually turn into nothingness.

The ending of learning scriptures in the West is that the four masters and apprentices become gods and Buddhas, sitting on the lotus platform, holding flowers and smiling?

Xian Jie looked at the blood-clothed boy flying with the stars: "Xian Chen can't beat me, and you can't win me either."

"Really?" Song Qianji asked softly.

Xian Jie suddenly felt a pain in his heart: "You!"

Song Qianji laughed, showing blood in his mouth: "I don't believe it."

He regained the tree seed with his last strength, chewing and swallowing it like a bloodthirsty demon.

At the same time, the clean bottle flew out, and the Immortal Spring washed his body, making him glow like a holy god.

Song Qianji's flesh and blood gradually disintegrated from his limbs, as if a candle was constantly melting.

The stars were extinguished one by one, the starlight falling from the sky became softer, and the irresistible gravitational force gradually weakened.

"You!" Xian Jie's pupils dilated, "You're crazy!"

The Nine Swords pierced through the body in an instant.Before he even had time to look down at the wound, he fell backwards with a bang.

It was hard for him to rest his eyes, and there were thousands of unwillingness to understand, all of which he couldn't ask.

Song Qianji watched his body turn into a piece of dead wood, and was cut into dust by the nine swords:

"Since you can, why can't I?"

"boom!"

The superstar tree withered rapidly, the sky was crumbling, and the earth trembled violently.

The hour of doom is upon us.

Song Qianji closed his eyes and let the wind blow, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains.Through the sound of the wind, he heard every root, every leaf of the superstar tree pouring out its pain to him.

Supertree is like a piece of colorless glass, whatever color you use to illuminate it, it will be that color.

You can use it, or you can hurt it. It feels all the good intentions and evil thoughts in the world, and faithfully gives back to the world.

"Leave it to me." Song Qianji said.

The dying Supertree felt his thoughts and thanked him with flying red leaves.

Xian Jie couldn't figure it out even until his death, Song Qianji was one step away from rising to the day, and was about to leave this doomed world.

Who would give up ascension, use all their cultivation and flesh and blood as nourishment, and plant themselves into a tree?

Song Qianji shouted to the sky: "From today onwards, I will support this day!"

"No!" An extremely angry voice sounded.

Song Qianji was stunned. At this moment, is there anyone else in this ghost place?

I saw a fireball flying from the direction of the snow field, and three figures were wrapped in it.

Wei Zhenyu's eyes were redder than Endless Fire: "Song Qianji, stop!"

"Senior Brother Song!"

"Brother Song!"

Meng Heze and Ji Chen followed closely behind, running towards him.

Song Qianji suddenly remembered the fragments in the long river of time.All kinds of past and present lives float up from the bottom of the river and connect into a complete picture.

He suddenly smiled: "You didn't want to leave then either."

There were no winners in the last life.The Destiny Child, the story of the savior is only the surface.

Under the irrigation of the Immortal Spring, "Song Qianji" sprouts and grows upwards at an unimaginable speed.

His skin turned golden, his face became blurred, countless roots pierced deep into the ground, and countless branches flew into the sky.

He came above the clouds and looked down at the whole world.

I saw a sea of ​​people rushing across the snowfield.

The monks rushed through the passage opened by Ji Chen, braved the wind and snow, and ran towards the end of the mainland.

He saw countless familiar or unfamiliar faces.

Song Qianji murmured: "There are really so many people here, and it's not for a temple fair. Is it necessary?"

Strange, it has grown into a tree, why would you still want to cry?

All the monks rushed to the end of the continent, only to see the old trees withered, and the red leaves flying all over the sky, scattered like a rain of blood.

They wanted to help Song Qianji win the final battle and defend the world, but they could only watch with their own eyes as Song Qianji sacrificed his life to worship the Tao and planted himself into a new supertree.

How is this an unimaginable scene that shocks gods and ghosts?

A big golden tree took root and sprouted, rose from the ground, and its trunk went straight into the sky like a sharp sword.

As a human being, reverse the destiny.

"Song Qianji!"

"Senior Brother Song!"

"King Song!"

Song Qianji heard countless shouts, shaking the world.

The world he can't go back to is trying to keep him.And he can only strive to grow towards the sky.

"I've been planting trees all my life, and I didn't expect to plant them here for the last time. But this place is really not suitable for planting trees."

With the last of his voice he yelled: "Box!"

Everyone was puzzled.

A black shadow flew out.A jade box was opened in the air, and the soil poured out of it like rain.

This is the most fertile soil in Qianqu. Before he entered the Blood River Valley, he filled a storage jade box and took it with him to comfort his longing for the field.

What is the most important thing for a farmer?

land.

He handed the box full of soil to a friend, intending to ask the other party to stand still and act as Qianqu's hole card at the last moment.

The fertile soil of thousands of canals covers the permafrost at the end of the continent, and the new Supertree is like a tiger with wings, touching the sky wall.

Song Qianji gradually lost his vision, and his eyes were completely dark.

"If you don't dare to come back, I'll go to Xihai and become a big devil!"

Hearing Meng Heze's voice, he thought to himself, don't bluff, your relatives and friends will be with you in this life, you can't go back to Xihai, you should go back to Qianqu to hunt, I will be relieved if you don't fight with Wei Zhenyu.

"Brother Song, I'll wait for you here, you will definitely come back, right?" Ji Chen's voice said.

Song Qianji thought to himself that I am not afraid, you still have a younger sister to take care of at home, and you will have to go back to Qianqu sooner or later, just remember not to mess up the mandarin ducks and give Ji Xing a random blind date.

"If this is your choice..." Ziye Wenshu didn't finish his sentence.

He inserted the snow blade knife into the soil, half-kneeled on the ground, and channeled his aura to the new superstar tree.

Song Qianji felt the cool air of Bingpo's mind flow into the roots, and wanted to persuade Ziye Manjusri to stop, but he couldn't make a sound.

I couldn't help feeling sour in my heart, I'm sorry Ziye, I'm so sorry, when I swore I really thought I could go back.

If I had known today, I would have let you practice your Bingpo mentality and be your ruthless prison supervisor. If you don’t have friends, you won’t feel sorry for your friends.

Even if you lose all your aura to me, it's still a drop in the bucket.

"Song Qianji, don't go, don't go."

He heard Wei Zhenyu's cry, and felt the inexhaustible warmth flow into the roots.

If he could speak, he would definitely scold people. A man would not flick his tears easily, crying and stuttering.Why haven't you learned my spirit of making fun while suffering?

Immediately afterwards, he felt all kinds of aura pouring into the roots, like streams converging into the sea.

Thousands of golden leaves rustle like a heroic piano piece.

Song Qianji has a thousand and eight thousand reluctances in the world, and he can't name any of them.

His branches stretch out endlessly, gathering the crumbling sky wall.

The earth is still shaking.Can this newborn supertree support the world?

"The King of Song gave up his ascension and sacrificed his life to save the world. I have a meager cultivation, and I am willing to do my best!" Chen Hongzhu inserted the Hundred Flower Killer into the soil, and sent spiritual energy to the Superstar Tree like the monk Qianqu and the disciples of the Song Academy.

Another person said: "What kind of fairy alliance, what kind of eternal life, this world is destroyed, who can live alone?!"

"The King of Song has gone. Whether we can survive this test depends on us!"

Countless monks knelt down at the end of the continent, and more and more people were still coming from the snowfield.

At this moment, everyone forgets about hatred, prejudice, anger and pain, and gives their all without distracting thoughts.

The wishes of the world are gathered here.

The roots of the superstar tree broke out from the ground around everyone, forming a new trunk.

Ten trees turned into a hundred trees, and a hundred trees into a thousand trees. Compared with the super tree, the newborn tree looked very thin and thin, but it grew firmly upwards, surrounding the huge super tree.

From the end of the continent to the cracked ice field, thousands of trees sprout branches and leaves.

From today onwards, it is no longer a superstar tree that supports the world, but a forest that penetrates the sky and the earth.

……

Song Qianji didn't know how long he slept.

He seemed not yet born, sleeping in a darkness as soft as a cloud.

until awakened by a familiar voice.

"Hey, wake up! Can you hear me?"

"Are you... the narrator, the narrator?" Song Qianji opened his eyes, but saw nothing, "Am I dead or not?"

The narrator coughed lightly: "Don't you remember? You gave up your ascension and planted yourself as a new superstar tree, so you were recognized by the original will of the world. Although your body is dying, your soul is protected and kept in the In the Supertree, there is a glimmer of life."

The past slowly emerged, and the cries of thousands of people still echoed in his ears. Song Qianji's bewildered mind began to work slowly: "I'm not dead?"

The narrator sighed: "Unexpectedly, you broke free from the script and changed the fate of the whole world with your own strength. Come, eat an iced grape, your favorite!"

Song Qianji refused: "I'm a little cold now."

The narrator said courteously: "Then have a cup of hot orange juice, hot orange juice is always fine."

Song Qianji poured down a cup, and couldn't help sighing: "It's still a familiar taste."