Su Bian Cultivation World

After Luo Jiujiang's voice, there was a second clear dragon chant that spread throughout the three thousand worlds. Do not disperse.

Mountains, seas, and rivers are churning again.

Different from the exuberance and enthusiasm of the Luojiujiang River just now, this time the pine trees grow, the sea waves slowly rise, the ankle-length grass in the wilderness is softly lying on the ground under the breeze, and the soil between the rivers and gorges is hearing After the dragon chant, they all relaxed a little, making it easier for the vegetation on their bodies to breathe.

All of a sudden, everything in the world seemed to breathe out a long breath silently, and relaxation and leisure filled the hearts of all beings.

It was as if some invisible burden that had been placed on the shoulders since birth was suddenly lifted, and the neck was suddenly lightened, so light that it seemed to make people fly.

And at the end of that dragon chant, someone silently erased the heavy blood debt accumulated from the ancestors.

Luo Jiujiang, who is outside the boundary membrane, can see it more clearly because he is not in the game.

Bathed in the high-pitched dragon chant, he faintly heard a clanging sound of pig iron colliding. This small sound came from the world in all directions, as if the three thousand worlds were removing the invisible shackles that had restrained them for tens of thousands of years.

Luo Jiujiang sighed when he heard the world stretch their muscles and bones.

The crime of killing gods, after ten thousand years, was finally pardoned by the new Shenlong himself.

The sound of the dragon's chant was continuous and high-pitched, as if vowing to spread this selfless pardon to the end of the world.

Luo Jiujiang had already peeled off the tiny drop of blood originating from the Dragon God, and strictly speaking, this matter had little to do with him.But even so, when he heard Han Qianling let go of his old enemy, he still felt a surge of relief that made his eyes warm.

"Qianling..." Luo Jiujiang called out in a low voice.

At this time, he was lying on the blue dragon's back, and he only needed to lower his head a little, so that his forehead could fit between Han Qianling's horns.

The scales touched under the skin are smooth and cold, but no one knows better than Luo Jiujiang that under such cold dragon scales, there is a heart worthy of his deep love.

The blue Shenlong turned his head slightly, considering his slender and huge body at this time, he made his movements quite slowly, and gently rubbed Luo Jiujiang's head.

"Then it should be my turn." Luo Jiujiang said with a smile.

With Chengxue out of the sheath at his waist, Luo Jiujiang looked at it in the light of the world.Feeling the master's excitement, Chengxue trembled slightly in Luo Jiujiang's palm as a response.

Five years ago, when Luo Jiujiang tore apart the first boundary membrane he cut in this life, the long knife "old man" was shattered into small pieces in the snow and turbulence.

And today, Luo Jiujiang holds the silver knife Chengxue, and is about to break down all the barriers between the three thousand worlds and reintegrate them into one.

The division of the world begins with the dragon god; the union of the world ends with Luo Jiujiang.

Luo Jiujiang flicked the back of Chengxue's knife with his fingers, and at that moment the edge of the knife was exposed, showing a kind of unparalleled sharpness.Luo Jiujiang smiled briskly: "My hands will be very fast, my friends endure the pain.

As soon as the voice fell, the saber's momentum rose.This knife does not have a huge momentum, let alone arouse the visions between the heaven and the earth, it is ordinary but returns to the original.Wherever the blade strikes, there is nothing that can withstand this light blow.

However, Luo Jiujiang's original intention of swinging the knife was not to hurt.

The Way of Reincarnation looms behind him.His way has been completed, enough to distinguish between life and death, to rule the rise and fall, and to judge life and death.

His blade can pierce the boundary membrane without any disadvantage, as easily as piercing a piece of tofu; it can also be full of healing power, and the moment the blade is wiped, it can silently repair the boundary membranes of the two worlds together.

Forcibly merging the world, Taotie has done it, and Zhenshuangliu has done it too.

The only difference is that Taotie forcibly deprived the world of its vitality, and then stacked their half-dead bodies together; Zhenshuangliu simply and roughly punched out a hole in the boundary membrane of each of the three worlds, before the space turbulent flow poured in, forcefully As soon as the hole is glued, it declares itself to be the master in the spirit snake world.

Straightforward though their method is, it resembles crudely the handiwork of the youngest child.

But the same thing, Luo Jiujiang did it completely differently.

He shoulders life and death, and the knife carries yin and yang at the same time.Almost in an instant, the boundary membranes of the three thousand worlds were all cut into a neat gap by the blade, and at the moment when the back of the blade penetrated, they had the power to grow and join.

Inspired by this vigorous power, even tens of thousands of years would not change even a single inch of the boundary membrane, but now it has the power to spread and merge.

Teaching him how to fish is worse than teaching him how to fish. Luo Jiujiang is not a patchworker, nor is he a urchin who puts together puzzles. With just one knife, he will make the three thousand worlds merge into one.

His knife is so fast that it takes only one-thousandth of an eye, if it is placed on a human body, the skin will be cut, and the wound will have been stitched up with silver needles.When the perception comes back, you don't even need to feel the pain, you just need to feel the coolness left by the blade.

The worlds are spontaneously moving closer to each other. The fragments that were divided into more than [-] pieces ten thousand years ago are finally able to unite again today.

This is the long-awaited return and reunion.

The boundary membrane is slowly changing its shape, gradually merging into one body in a slow and steady manner.The land of the New World slowly merged in the tentative movement of the plates, and the tributaries also tentatively converged from the ground.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the world has already changed. However, there are memories in the mountains and seas, and I still remember the brothers who were by my side back then.

At this moment, no matter the monks from the original big world or the children from the small world, they all stared blankly at the end of the sky.

The world is vast and vast that they have never experienced before.

Han Qianling leaned down, rushing into the rudimentary form of the world that was slowly merging.

The slender body of Shenlong covered half of the sky, and he gracefully slid across the sky, passing through one cloud after another.A child laughed and ran wildly following his figure, wanting to see if he could pick up a dragon scale that was as clear as a sapphire.

Hanqianling hovered over the top of the world.

The change of the mountain peak, the gathering of the water flow, and the surprised and excited voices reached Han Qianling's ears at the same time.

Maybe this is the appearance of the world that his father intended to see when he created the world.

When the first ray of light penetrated the divided chaos ten thousand years ago, the creatures all over the wilderness should have been equally astonished.

The two thin eyelids of Shenlong flickered, and the second dragon chant was uttered by him, resounding through the newborn world.

Han Qianling said, "I accept."

He forgives this land that has been bathed in dragon blood for thousands of years, and he is also willing to accept everything on the land, whether it is mountains, valleys, or these happy creatures.

He knew exactly where the extreme evil ended, and he had also witnessed the scene of the Dragon God's wrath in his memory.But now he wondered how much better the world could be.

This world that once filled him with hatred, loneliness, parting and anger, he now accepts willingly.

Almost at the moment when this thought came into being, the layer of blood that had always been in front of Han Qianling's eyes slowly faded away.

Green hills, green water, bright yellow glazed tiles and flying red eaves.For the first time in his life, without Luo Jiujiang's guidance, the original colorful colors of the world can also be reflected in Han Qianling's eyes.

Then Han Qianling suddenly realized that the forever red barrier in front of him did not originate from his father's curse, but a cage woven by himself with hatred.

Luo Jiujiang briefly pulled him out of the cage, and the time was extended from a short song to an afternoon, a day, a month, a whole year...

However, in the end, he still had to put the key on the lock and release himself.

Han Qianling first pardoned the sins of the whole world, and then eliminated the hatred he had kept for many years.

Thinking of this, the new Shenlong couldn't help but look back, turned around, and flew through the clouds and fog, intending to fly to the end of the world.

Where his Jiujiang is, he should know the news first.

Luo Jiujiang cut open three thousand worlds with one knife, and merged them into one.His saber is extremely moral and hearty, and the saber's momentum is still unfinished after passing through three thousand worlds. It just allows him to use a little remaining strength to engrave his state of mind at this time on a towering stone peak.

There is no vegetation on that mountain, and it is extremely dangerous. There is a kind of proud skeleton between the world and the earth.Luo Jiujiang smoothed the mountain wall with a knife, and then turned his wrist slightly, leaving four large characters like dragons and phoenixes.

Every word bears the avenue of heaven and earth, and every stroke bears a change in mind.From the fledgling greenness to the high-spirited swordsman, the last stroke is at the peak, without years of sophistication and compromise.

Because the way of the sword is to move forward indomitable!

Luo Jiujiang put the knife back into its sheath, and he turned his face, his eyes like ink were full of vigor and sparkle.He just smiled and met Shang Han Qianling's eyes, and then reached out to him again.

In Qidao 15 years ago, Luo Jiujiang stretched out his hand to Han Qianling, holding a string of warm hand-grinding beads in his hand.

Today, 15 years later, under the cliff, Luo Jiujiang opened his palm to Han Qianling, with nothing in his palm, but in Han Qianling's eyes, it was more important than everything.

The blue dragon swooped down and gently placed the tip of his claws on Luo Jiujiang's palm.

For a long time, whenever Han Qianling talked to Luo Jiujiang, he had to use his body.Not only because the dragon shape is too big to communicate, but also because the human body represents his deeper restraint and depression.

Now, however, he accepts it all.

Luo Jiujiang obviously also noticed this subtle difference, his eyes lit up like stars in an instant.

Holding the tip of Han Qianling's claws, he used his strength to turn back onto the blue dragon's back, and said with a relaxed smile, "Let's go out... Qianling, I have a wonderful idea."

The young Shenlong had no objection.He didn't even ask what Luo Jiujiang's new idea was, he rushed straight to the sky and flew out of this world again.

Luo Jiujiang laughed heartily while the wind was running fast.At this time, the two of them were in the netherworld, and thousands of ghosts formed a circle around them, but because they were afraid of their power, they dared not approach them.

"How about I give them a gift?" Luo Jiujiang briskly said to Han Qianling below him, "We will end the Netherworld, and I will send the dead to a new world...a new world without torture and darkness."

The world generated in his dantian seemed to feel his own destination, and at this time he was slightly trembling with excitement in Luo Jiujiang's dantian.

"You are also a world." Luo Jiujiang said happily, "You shouldn't be trapped in a corner, let alone stay in my dantian forever, as my help."

This world created by Luo Jiujiang shines brightly in Luo Jiujiang's dantian for the last time, as if it is a silent farewell.Then he left Luo Jiujiang's body by himself, and flew to the vast Netherworld on his own initiative.

He opened his arms to thousands of ghosts, selfless and fearless.

For the first time in this new world, he tried his best to stretch every inch of his muscles and bones. It was only then that Luo Jiujiang realized that this world could not be called "small" for a long time.

Luo Jiujiang watched it stretch its body in relief, feeling a kind of joy from the heart.

He created this world in chaos, and at the critical moment of life and death, he once embraced it through strong wind, scorching sun and acid rain.Today, the New World draws the power of protection from Luo Jiujiang and feeds them back to the ghosts who have suffered for many years.

There are mountains, rivers, flowers and animals in the new world, and everything is the same as the previous world.

It accepts these souls who have been wandering for many years, and then protrudes out of its own boundary membrane, reconnecting with the merged big world with a new cross-boundary passage.

Until this moment, life and death are connected, and reincarnation is established in the whole world.

Breaking away from the rasp-like darkness of time, those ghosts will one day be able to smell the fragrance of flowers in the distance.

Thousands of ghosts spontaneously headed towards the new world thrown by Luo Jiujiang, as if sensing the iron filings of a magnet.Among all the ghosts, only one came against the current and slowly stopped in front of Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling.

The black figure put down the qin made out of resentment in his arms, and the sleeves of his robe moved slightly. Although his face was only a vague shadow, Luo Jiujiang seemed to be able to see him smiling silently.

The black shadow stirred the wind, and the artificial voice was still as pleasant as before, "I just saw, what did you carve on the stone wall?"

With raised eyebrows, Luo Jiujiang took Mr. Gongyi's sleeve.

"Sir, come back, I'll take him to see it."

From then on, the Qianren mountain peak stands at the end of the world, and it cannot be occupied by others, nor can it be used for profit.In the world, as long as the monks yearn for the Dao of the Sword, they can come and comprehend it.

There are four large characters engraved on the mountain wall, with iron hooks and silver paintings, full of high spirits. Throughout the ages, countless people hold their breaths and look at them, and there are words on them——

Eternal boy!

Luo Jiujiang came out of the island fourteen years ago, and the weak crown became a god.The legend of the sword god has spread throughout the entire newborn continent since today, and will stand side by side with the Taoist dragon god forever.