The sword slash of all things, the explosion of the nuclear power furnace, and the invisible sword called "Death Shadow" caused a violent turmoil in this cosmic space.

The battleship slowed down, the lasers were sparse, and even the light and shadow of the Qingshan Patriarch among the stars were gradually dissipating.

For the Ascenders, these words spoken by Xilai before he died caused them to shake even more violently.

The cultivators who could ascend from the Chaotian Continent were all true immortals, possessing great wisdom unimaginable to mortals, no matter what kind of wisdom they had.

Looking at the half-cut corpse of a sleeping bird in the distance, the people were silent, and their hearts were born with different thoughts.

The ancestor of Zen thought of his leader, the great saint who was pondering the chess game under the 857 planet at this time, and had no idea what was going on in the outside world.

He decided to change his name and went to kill the saint.

The stone man of Chenwushan endured the sharp pain in his back, grabbed the seriously injured General Li and flew towards the battleship.

He decided to go to the second base of the advance to find the junior who wielded the knife and fight the opponent.

The thin ice gradually melted, and the Qianli Ice Sealing Array was in the final stage before it disintegrated, and the two emotions of dazedness and indifference in Huaxi's eyes clashed even more, and it seemed a little painful.

In the suite of Base 857, Jing Jiu told her that he was alive as a human being, and just now he told her that he was a human being, and she said that but humans don't think like that.

Xilai is a member of the human race, and a member of the extreme elite, at this time he cast his vote and stood on Jing Jiu's side.

This is the first ticket that Jing Jiu has received.

His mood hasn't changed much because of Xilai's death, at least on the surface.

The explosion of the nuclear power furnace provided infinite light and heat, which made him feel a trace of warmth, and also interrupted the flood of human civilization information into his mind for a moment, making him sober up a little, and only then did he have the last few words of dialogue with Xilai. It stands to reason that in such a rare moment of sobriety, he should have found a way to escape or fight back, but he used it to talk to Xilai, and he didn't use his divine sense—these conversations needed to be heard by this universe, and he and Xilai were both people who didn't talk much, so it wouldn't take too long.

The embers of the nuclear bomb began to subside, 10,000 warships were once again ready to attack, and the engines and weapons platforms were once again lit up with stars.

Starlight may be a little dazzling, Jing Jiu closed his eyes and pursed his lips, as if he was secretly exerting force.

Countless Dao Senran's sword intent emanated from his body.

Some of them were wrapped around the ring, which had been slightly deformed, but they were never able to break through the gravitational field space and contact the body.

Teeth are the hardest part of a human being, and he is the hardest of human beings, so you can imagine how powerful he will be when he clenches his teeth.

In literary and artistic works, gnashing of teeth is often used to describe the determination and hatred after great emotional fluctuations, but he is not.

There was a crisp snap, and it sounded in Huaxi's ears, and she was the only one in the entire universe who heard this voice.

Jing Jiu bit something.

A few wisps of dark blue mist spilled out of the corners of his lips and nose, and were instantly sucked back into his body.

What he had bitten was a small bottle made of super-strong alloy, which contained the kind of potion that Shen Yun had used when he had buried himself on the resort planet. That day, Shen Yunbu was blown up by a nuclear power furnace and only had one head left, and he took him back to the suite on the top floor of the hotel, where there was still half a box of potions left in the suite, which he put away. As for where to put it away? After leaving the Chaotian Continent, there was no hiding place in his hidden world, and only a few days ago did he remember the method he had used before, that is, to swallow what he wanted to hide into his stomach.

That kind of medicine was originally used to treat peripheral neuropathy, and later it was found that it could adjust the cranial nerve discharge, but the side effects were too great, so big that it could be regarded as the strongest toxin, and it only took one drop to poison many people.

Jing Jiu's face became even paler, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

The powerful toxin was even more terrifying under the destruction of Jian Yuan, entering his brain structure at high speed, forcibly isolating the discharge in certain areas, successfully temporarily stopping the influx of human civilization information, making him more sober.

From this point of view, he really wanted to thank Shen Yunburi, and then he opened his eyes and saw another person he should be thankful for.

Interestingly, the two people he wanted to thank were only a small part left, the difference was only that Xilai was dead, and Shen Yun was still waiting to die in the endless netherworld.

It may be because in the cold and boundless universe, Xilai's corpse has not turned into immortal qi fragments, nor has it generated any heaven and earth induction.

Jing Jiu retracted his gaze and looked at the battleship in the distance, his eyes were calm, and only in the deepest places could he see the hidden sword light and the extremely faint meaning of madness.

The embers of the nuclear bomb began to subside, 10,000 warships were once again ready to attack, and the engines and weapons platforms were once again lit up with stars.

The stone man of Chen Wushan grabbed General Li and was about to return to the battleship.

General Li was also looking at Jing Jiu in the distance, his eyes were a little tired and a little puzzled.

At this time, Jing Jiu's consciousness was about to be washed away, and more importantly, the procedure of Ancestor Qingshan had entered his body.

The sword is in its sheath, what else?

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When he was still a real person in Jingyang, he rarely left Qingshan Cave Mansion, and he occasionally traveled with Lian Yue, plus the realm was too high, so he was not injured much. The only time the real danger was the civil strife in Aoyama, oh no, twice.

The ascension failed, he turned to the sword and cultivated again, and it was even more difficult to get hurt, except for the time in the West Sea, oh, I thought of the dead man in front of me again, and there were several times when I was in danger of fighting against the power of heaven and earth at the immortal urn or the great whirlpool. After the realm was completed, he had never been injured again, let alone in a situation that was almost desperate like now.

The injury is not in the body, but in the soul of the Dao.

The program was like a chain in his spiritual world, and then materialized into a cyan light rope that was tied around his wrist, making him feel extremely heavy and difficult to move.

During the final conversation with Xilai, he had already done hundreds of deduction simulations in the Dao Heart, confirming that he could not use the Netherworld Immortal Sword, travel thousands of miles to kill people, and could not use any Dao methods. That thin cyan rope of light was terrifying, and it was actually the new Heavenly Sword.

His current situation was that the sword was in its sheath and he couldn't leave.

So what to do?

He decided to fight in a completely new way.

Because that method often appears in film and television works, he doesn't like it very much, and it's also because he didn't need it before, but now the situation is special, so naturally he should try everything.

In the debris of the asteroid belt, a nuclear-powered furnace appeared, about a few tens of kilometers away from the melting thousand-mile ice array.

In the vastness of the universe, this is no different from being close at hand.

The nuclear-powered furnace was buried by Shen Yun and kept in a black backpack.

At the beginning of today's war, he was taken out by Huaxi, and he tied it to his body, and he floated there at some point.

Without warning, silently, a small sun appeared again in the dark universe at the edge of the foggy galaxy.

The terrifying source of light and heat dissipated in all directions, affecting all observation equipment and temporarily disabling the weapon locking systems of those ships.

The self-explosion of a nuclear-powered furnace crossing the line is many times more powerful than the explosion of a multi-phase nuclear bomb, and even if it is tens of kilometers away, it instantly heats the temperature of the thousand-mile frozen array to 40,000 degrees.

Jing Jiu's calculations were very accurate, and this was exactly the upper limit of the temperature he could tolerate.

The Thousands of Miles of Ice Sealing Array melted in an instant, and Huaxi's face turned white.

The remaining air could hardly be dispersed outward at an extremely fast speed, and the next moment she would die.

Jing Jiu ignored her life or death, and stretched out his finger to point at the battleship in the distance.

Countless active high-energy particles entered his body, like an endless stream of immortal energy.

A bright sword light illuminated his eyes, and then the entire universe.

Moment.

Just for an instant.

His arms were thinner, his wrists thinner, and the cyan cord of light tightened.

The real change was in his fingers, where an incomparably bright and sharp sword was born.

The sword stretched into the depths of the universe, thinner and thinner.

It becomes the bright bra.

It becomes the rope.

It becomes the line.

Finally, it became a thin line that could not be seen by the naked eye, came to the bottom of the battleship, and ran through General Lee's chest.

With a simple calculation, we can know how thin this line will be when it reaches thousands of kilometers away, and it is already less than the length of ultrafine particles and has entered the atomic level.

Without a doubt, this is the thinnest sword that has appeared in the history of human civilization.

Logically speaking, such a thin line could not exist at all, even if there was no wind in the universe.

It only shows that there is an unimaginably strong force in the tiny structure that makes up this thread.

Fine is sharp, but it does not mean lethality, otherwise cosmic rays will be the master of this world.

Jing Jiu naturally would not make such a mistake. As his mind moved, countless high-speed particles in his body passed through this line and headed thousands of kilometers away, bombarding every tiniest part of General Li's body.

Essentially, this finger of his is a heavy ion cannon that spans thousands of kilometers.

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Heavy ions, that is, the nucleus of an atom with a mass greater than four, have a very wide range of uses under the precise control of human beings, especially in the medical field, and are the safest and most effective treatment for solid cancer before the emergence of genetic modification therapy.

But just like a scalpel, it can be used to cut tumors or diseased tissues, or it can be used to cut the throat and kill people.

Heavy ions can accurately bombard those cancer cells, as well as healthy cells, causing them to rapidly apoptosis.

Of course, General Li has been cultivating for thousands of years, and after countless times of immortal qi refining, there are no ordinary cells in his body for a long time, and some are only tiny compositions similar to crystal nuclei.

No matter how proficient Jing Jiu was in Qingshan Kendo and knew the rules of his Dao Immortal and Sword Sense, he couldn't stab him to death with a single sword, so after that thin line penetrated General Li's chest, he began to pass through it, and with unimaginable precision and the shortest distance, he completed the piercing of every crystal nucleus in his body.

At least sixty trillion tiny crystal nuclei were punctured in an instant, and then they were bombarded by the heavy particles released from that thin line, and they lost their vitality.

If this were the case, General Lee would not necessarily die.

He was one of the strongest cultivators in history, and even if he fought to the death in the west, and even realized such a terrifying sword technique, he could only seriously injure him.

Although the heavy particle has a heavy character, it is still only an atomic nucleus, and its mass is very light, even if it has an extremely high speed, it is difficult to directly destroy the crystal nucleus condensed by the immortal qi.

But the heavy particles that Jing Jiu sent thousands of kilometers away with his fingers did not come from a nuclear power furnace, nor from the cosmic void, but from his own body.

It is a true superheavy particle, with a single-core weight that exceeds the current upper limit of known elements in the universe.

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General Lee looked down at the line that ran through his chest and was silent.

He felt the thread running through every tiny part of his body, and felt the particles ejected from the front of the thread, giving rise to very complex feelings.

At the beginning, on the planet named Linden, he had mocked the West for not knowing what it meant to merge the two civilizations.

In his opinion, the perfect combination of the cultivation civilization of the Chaotian Continent and the scientific and technological civilization of the Galaxy Alliance can be regarded as the unity of heaven and man.

Seeing Jing Jiu turn his body into a heavy ion cannon today, he realized that he had already done it.