Zhang Wuxiang looked at the body that fell at his feet, and was surprisingly calm, just muttered: "I'm dead too, I'm finally dead too." ”

She used to be so afraid of death, but after knowing that she was dead, she was so calm, without the slightest fear, and even a little relieved.

When her soul was separated from her body, the scene in front of her immediately changed, although the heavens and the earth did not change, but in her eyes there was a earth-shaking change.

What she saw in front of her eyes was countless people rushing into the sky like moths to fire, countless people like fireworks, shining brightly, and then returning to darkness and nothingness.

She looked at all this, and suddenly remembered in her heart that a gentleman invited by her family when she was a child said: "People are not plants and trees, but the gods and Buddhas of the heavens regard them as plants and trees." ”

"Aren't people grass and trees?" Zhang Wuxiang muttered this sentence in her heart, she had never asked such a question before, that sentence had been buried in the depths of her memory, but at this time it came out irrepressibly, people are not plants and trees, but the gods and Buddhas of the heavens regarded them as plants and trees.

She knew since she was a child that there were countless gods in the world, and that there were many gods living in those deep mountains, and as long as she was in awe of them and had a pious heart, she would be able to get their protection, and she thought so until she grew up.

But that all changed, and she looked up at the dark sky and made the same decision as the two hundred thousand beings in Tianmo City.

"If I am a plant or tree, let me burn it, and let the flames that I burn illuminate the faces of the gods and Buddhas hidden in the darkness. Zhang Wuxiang rose into the air, and her soul body burned with flames, but what she didn't know was that there was still a colorful ribbon tied to her hair behind her, and the ribbon still showed bright colors in the flames.

And what she didn't know was that after she flew into the sky, the souls below all converged on her, as if there was some attraction on her body, or maybe she belonged to the king of this burning soul in the sky. The souls that were close to her were integrated into the colorful ribbons, making the colors of the ribbons more vibrant.

When Chen Gong found her, she had already been watching there for a while, of course she knew that the butterfly was Chen Gong at this time, and in her heart she still remembered the scene when she first saw Chen Gong in the Zhang Mansion, and at that time she was not sure that Chen Gong was the mountain god of Tianjian Peak.

Now that Chen Gong has turned into a sword butterfly, it is natural that he uses the natal supernatural power of the Demon Lotus Soul Cup to look at the outside world, although now the natal supernatural power of the Demon Lotus Soul Cup has an obvious evolutionary trend, and the black and white colors have appeared in obvious shades, but Zhang Wuxiang is not black and white in his eyes, but dazzling.

Chen Gong couldn't tell whether this brilliance came from Zhang Wuxiang's soul body or the colorful ribbon, because Zhang Wuxiang had already merged with the colorful ribbon, and he couldn't tell who made who more vibrant.

He felt a kind of power from Zhang Wuxiang's body, which was neither mana nor spiritual power, but a kind of belief, a kind of willingness to break through the shackles.

Chen Gong's heart moved, the butterfly flapped its wings lightly, disappeared out of thin air, and when it reappeared, it was already by Zhang Wuxiang's side, Zhang Wuxiang stretched out her hand, and the butterfly fell on her hand and turned into a sword, a dark red sword.

Just as the butterfly turned into a sword, a voice came from her heart: "If you have the heart to draw the sword, I am willing to be the sword, and if you have the power to stab, I am willing to be the blade." ”

The voice was soft, as if a hand was caressing the blade of a sword, but blood was dripping from the palm of the hand.

But this voice seemed to spread throughout the entire Heavenly Mill City, even the many gods and cultivators outside the Heavenly Mill City heard such a sentence.

"If you have the heart to draw your sword, I will be the sword. If you have the power to stab, I will be the blade. ”

This voice seemed to come from the heart, freed from the shackles of the laws of heaven and earth, beyond the prohibition of the heavens. When this voice sounded in their hearts, they looked at Tianmo City in shock, and when they looked up, they were still dark.

The surging and mighty spiritual waves rushed into the Tianmo City at this moment, walked along the corner of the Tianmo City, and went up the city wall.

The voice was so clear and powerful in the spiritual waves.

When their hearts throbbed, the burning souls in the sky in Tianmo City seemed to hear that voice, and they seemed to be called, flying towards Zhang Wuxiang one by one, scrambling to grab the sword in her hand.

The boundless darkness in the sky pressed down, Zhang Wuxiang raised his sword and pointed at it, the sword body was just a flash of light, and there was a dark red butterfly fluttering its wings in the bright light.

Zhang Wuxiang's body slowly fell to the ground, as if it was overwhelmed and fell to the ground, but the momentum that pierced everything on her body became more and more vigorous, and the people in the city died in an instant, and one by one burning souls flew towards Zhang Wuxiang from the flesh, and then disappeared, every time a person disappeared, the soul fire on Zhang Wuxiang's body and the color on the colorful ribbon became brighter.

Illusions began to appear in Zhang Wuxiang's eyes, these illusions are a period of real life, from birth to death, they are all people in Tianmo City, born in different families, but with extremely the same part, that is, they have a deep soul love for their hometown Tianmo, but this love is finally transformed into endless resentment and helplessness, helpless that they are too small, helpless to the sinking of their hometown, helpless relatives to die, this helplessness turned into resentment, deep and fiery.

At this moment, Zhang Wuxiang's eyes were full of pain, his ears were full of wailing, and there was only resentment in his heart. She felt that she had infinite power, so the moment her body hit the ground, she raised her sword and stabbed into the darkness above the nine heavens.

This sword is not a spell, it is not a magical power, but the heartfelt anger and struggle of 200,000 living beings.

200,000 living beings worked together to stab a sword, Chen Gong felt the desperate determination, and infinite power surged in his heart, as if even the sky could pierce it.

However, in addition to a few, he felt endless resentment in his heart, this resentment also flooded his Dao heart like a tide, washing away his cognition of this heaven and earth, he was caught off guard, almost annihilated his consciousness, just as he was trying to persist in order not to be annihilated by the infinite resentment of his self-consciousness, a feeling of clear spirit surged in his heart, the ancient Xiao spiritual power, the sword power and the incense wish power transmitted by the creatures in the Gu Xiao Mountain Range, made him immediately regain his clarity.

Once his heart was clear, he felt Gu Xiao's spiritual power, and the spiritual power was surging, rushing from the gap in the spiritual veins of the Heavenly Sword Peak. The rootless duckweed feeling that Chen Gong had before quickly subsided, and he only felt that he could roar the mountains with a roar.

How strong the mental power is, how strong the power of heaven and earth can be provoked, the power of the minds of 200,000 living beings is concentrated in Zhang Wuxiang's body, Chen Gong is open to contain the power of those 200,000 thoughts, guiding her to use her own swordsmanship, and she must also be careful to maintain the clarity of her heart, not to be overwhelmed by that resentment.

A sword breaks through the sky, dazzling.

Chen Gong knew that such a sword he had never used before, and perhaps he would not be able to use such a sword for a long time in the future.

He felt himself piercing into the void, transcending the five elements of yin and yang, and time had stopped.

This sword is an instantaneous sword technique, and it was used by him, so it can be said that it is not. He felt this sword, there was no sound in his ears, everything in his eyes changed, it was no longer the world, but a streamer, as if he had arrived in a rushing river, the color of this river wave was colorful and gorgeous.

He was swimming against the current in this river of time and space, and the incomparably powerful force of the waves made it almost impossible for him to move forward, and he struggled to swim forward, trying to break free from the physical obstacles and restraints, and did his best.

The spiritual power of the Guxiao Mountain Range was surging towards the Heavenly Mill City, mighty, and the rushing sound of the spiritual waves seemed to be the roar of countless people from the depths of their hearts.

Chen Gong finally stirred up a wave and swam forward a little distance, but this time, it already made him feel a feeling of weakness in his heart.

At this moment, the scene in front of him changed, turning into the black misty sky, and what he saw in his eyes was Ying Zong, but the distance was so close that he didn't have time to think about what was going on, and the sword had already pierced into Ying Zong's eyes.

The power of resentment wrapped around the sword body rushed into Ying Zong's eyes along the blade of the sword, Ying Zong's expression did not change in the slightest, his eyes were still so ruthless and cold, but his body spread out like a thick fog blown by the wind, and a terrible scream sounded in the thick fog, and a black seal flew up into the sky.

In the midst of the suppressed waiting of those people outside Tianmo City, a sword groan sounded, and the spiritual waves under Tianmo City boiled in the sound of sword groaning, surging towards the head of Tianmo City like a giant dragon.

I saw that the black fog that seemed to be able to devour everything was broken by a sword light, the black clouds rolled away, and the overwhelming murderous aura spread out in all directions, and the sword shrouded in colored light broke through the clouds, and the most striking thing was that there was a colorful sword spike at the end of the sword.

The colorful light emitted by the sword spike quickly dimmed, falling off from the sword, as if all the spiritual power had been exhausted in the sword just now, and it was powerless to entangle the sword body anymore. And the sword turned in the void, and turned into a man, dressed in a white robe, looking like a person in a painting, and a gust of wind could tear him apart.

I saw that he stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the black clouds, and there was a black seal in his hand, and his other hand grabbed the colorful ribbon, but the ribbon suddenly floated, which could avoid Chen Gong's hand.

Chen Gong looked at the colorful ribbon that fell to the depths of Tianmo City, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, he knew that the 200,000 living beings in Tianmo City had all died, and their lives were as light as this ribbon, floating involuntarily in the wind, not knowing whether they would hang on high branches or fall into the sludge. They were unable to be autonomous before, but now they can, and this city is their eternal place. Without the protection of the gods, they no longer enjoy mercy and cannot withstand mercy.

The black fog in Tianmo City did not dissipate, but became thicker, the moment the colorful ribbon was engulfed by the surging black fog, Chen Gong saw a woman wearing a blue dress, her hair was tied with a colorful ribbon, the ribbon was tied into a bow, quietly, just like she was standing in the gloomy and evil black fog and looking up at the city.

Chen Gong knew that she was no longer the woman named Zhang Wuxiang, she was a resentful spirit looking up at the sky in this Yang World and Yin City.

He closed his eyes, feeling the feeling surging in his heart, feeling the spiritual power surging from the Heavenly Sword Peak, feeling the changes in the talisman in the divine soul, and feeling the penetration and transparency of the divine domain, but his heart was extremely depressed, so that he only wanted to draw his sword and pierce this heaven and earth through and clear.