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One thought can become a world, and within a body is also a heaven and earth, divided into five elements and earth, water, fire and wind, yin and yang. It's just that now Chen Jing's body is just a statue of a god, the five elements are not divided, and yin and yang are not born, so there is still a pitch black chaos in Chen Jing's body.

In the dark chaos, a black dragon was churning, and the black dragon's whole body was hazy with a layer of brilliance, which was particularly clear in the darkness. It's just that there is a sword light around him that keeps flashing, suddenly in front, suddenly behind, left and right.

Every time it disappeared, the black fly churned once, and in the darkness, you could clearly see that a ray of white light passed through the huge black dragon's body, and every time it passed through the black dragon's body, it would disappear for a moment.

In the darkness, there was only the roar of the black dragon, he couldn't catch that sword light, and he was injured by the sword light every time, although no sword could make him fatal, but it hurt him, if it was in the real world, he must have been wounded all over his body now, bloody, although it was just a wound that didn't matter to the flesh, but it would definitely make him look embarrassed.

Zhao Lie was very surprised how Chen Jing suddenly had such a method, and that touch of sword light made him feel a trace of the taste of the Great Dao, and he couldn't help but secretly think: "Could it be that his swordsmanship has become a family of his own and has attained the Tao." ”

In his opinion, this kind of Daoist spell swordsmanship can only be seen in people more than a thousand years ago.

In this seemingly infinite vastness of the world, there is another river wave rushing, because it is impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth, so the river wave does not know whether it is from top to bottom or left to right, only that this river comes from nowhere, and does not go in the darkness of nothingness. The river is rushing and surging, with a special rhythm.

I saw a light in the dark void into the river waves, the river did not see any reflection, but after a while, the river rose, and a monument appeared on the surface of the river, the monument shook, the river rushed in one direction in the darkness, in the darkness, the river emitted a soft light, like the Milky Way in the dark sky.

The river rushed in the darkness towards the cave.

In the world outside, the moon is getting round day by day, and Yan Luoniang has been dancing the Guanghan Sword in the Guanghan Palace. The sword light is becoming more and more dreamy, more and more ethereal, it is difficult to see the sword light one by one, only to see the moonlight layer by layer, like a moon-white light veil fluttering in the wind.

Yan Luoniang's thoughts were not as pure and quiet as sword light, but chaotic. In her thoughts, all the past memories of her own childhood to adulthood came to her heart, not the kind of memories of growing up layer by layer, and all the fragmentary memories that could be remembered appeared together. In addition, she also has in her mind the deeds of the ancestor back then, and the words and deeds of the master in the Wheel Palace.

"Go to the banks of the River Styx and see if the flowers bloom on both sides. Go to the Sansheng Stone and see if there are still people waiting. ”

When she heard Master say this before, she didn't know why she had to go to these two places. Now she understands that she is going to see two people, one named Bei Ling and the other named Meng Ziyi.

The two of them appeared in the book written by the patriarch, and the reason why they existed was because they were inextricably linked to a person named Nanluo. The first sentence of the book reads: "When I looked up, I saw his compassionate gaze." His name was Nanluo, and I later learned that he was the most powerful being of the human race. ”

The name Nanluo is only mentioned once in the whole article, but the whole article is narrated with Nanluo as the main line, depicting the life of Nanluo through the eyes of an outsider marginal character. And Beiling and Meng Ziyi are the people with the most peculiar relationship with Nanluo. But something went wrong with them, and the northern spirit died, and the texts said that they could be reborn when the flowers bloomed on the banks of the River Styx. However, Meng Ziyi is constantly aging by the side of the Sansheng Stone, and he can never leave the Sansheng Stone.

"Northern Spirit, she's a monster from the River Styx, moody, murderous, no one can restrain her, but I know that she must love him in her heart, and she probably doesn't want to admit it. …… Meng Ziyi, she must be a very good person to get along with, and her smile always makes people feel like a spring breeze. ”

And he is a person who stands up to the sky, and he is also a ruthless person to himself, so he is also ruthless to others. …… And I, on the other hand, am a soul parasitic in the moonlight. ”

Yan Luoniang's figure was flying in the void like the wind, and in the sword light, she had already covered a layer of light veil.

"Leaving the chaos naked into the arms of the moon, the scimitar is difficult to break and bury the delusional heart. The nine days of Qingyue are affectionately invited, and the soul is sent to the cold and has no dreams. ”

All the chaotic thoughts in her heart finally turned into these four poems, four different artistic conceptions, that is, the Guanghan Sword Sacrifice Sword Heart Technique.

She suddenly thought of the withered flowers, withered at the most brilliant bloom, it was the name of the sword trick "withering", this sword recipe name she always felt awkward before, now by looking at the patriarch Quanyin left a note back then, she gradually understood that the sword intent that the four poems turned into in the end is withering.

The sword light is hazy and illusory, she is like a fairy in the moonlight, but she has a simple and resolute feeling.

Ye Qingxue's figure appeared in Chen Jing's eyes again, she sat upright, and the blood stains on her body had dried up. When Chen Jing saw her, she also immediately opened her eyes.

Her eyes were particularly bright, her eyes were pitch black, without the slightest brilliance, but Chen Jing felt that she was looking at herself the same.

"I can't imagine that junior brother, you have already practiced such magical powers." Ye Qingxue said with a smile.

Chen Jing heard her voice, although he was surprised, he quickly asked, "Senior sister, are you okay?" ”

"Hehe, something." Ye Qingxue still said with a smile, but she said it very seriously.

Chen Jing was in a hurry, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, where are you now?" ”

"I am in heaven." Ye Qingxue Road.

Chen Jing was stunned for a while, he never thought that she was actually in the Heavenly Court, she was obviously included in the Linglong Town Demon Tower by the Kunlun heirs, how could she go to the Heavenly Court. Immediately afterwards, I heard Ye Qingxue say: "I shouldn't be able to go out." ”

"Why can't I get out?" Chen Jing came back to his senses and hurriedly asked.

Ye Qingxue's smile disappeared, and when she looked up, Chen Jing couldn't see the environment over there, she could only see her alone.

"There is sword light everywhere in this heavenly court, like the wind circulating around in the heavenly court, the sword light is full of an unknown spell, I love the injury, and I don't know how long I can live." Although her expression was still as calm as before, Chen Jing still caught a trace of sadness from the depths of her voice and eyes.

"Senior sister, how can I save you?"

Ye Qingxue shook her head and said, "You can't save me, it's too late." ”

"I can save it, senior sister, believe me." Chen Jing said anxiously, but his mood fluctuated, and the face of Ye Qingxue that he saw in front of him immediately became unclear, and soon faded away, and finally disappeared.

The sword light that fought with Zhao Lie in the darkness outside lost its ethereal and light spirit in an instant, and was captured by Zhao Lie, and was swept by his tail, and the sword dissipated into the darkness.

Chen Jing believed that Ye Qingxue could enter the Heavenly Court, and there must be a way for him to save him.

He closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened his eyes again, the black and white water rhyme in his eyes flickered, and Ye Qingxue's figure appeared in his eyes again.

This time, there was a green bead floating on the top of her head, and a purple wooden sword was hanging on her knee, which was the inheritance sword of Qianluo Mountain, the Pure Heart Demon Suppression. Only now the sword has cracked, and the aura is dim, as if it could shatter at any moment.