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Even on the other side of the spatial crystal, the hundreds of angels who were slowly descending in the pillar of light stopped in place.

The light penetrates their wings and turns into countless filaments, and the picture is very beautiful.

Regarding death, Chen Changsheng can be said to be the person who thinks the most in this world, because before the night of Tianshuling, he lived in the shadow of death all the time, although he was freed later, but when needed, he could quickly go back to the past, and it was easy to make decisions.

When the three thousand swords flew back from the night sky, about to pierce his body, he really thought he was dead.

On a spiritual level, he is dead, but on a physical level, he is alive.

There is a very subtle boundary between life and death, and there is a very mysterious state on that line, which can be understood as superposition or non-existence.

It is not difficult to be able to enter that state, and maybe every life will enter that state once at the end of life.

The problem is that after life enters that state, it can no longer reverse back to the state of survival, but can only move forward, into the endless abyss, or above the sea of stars.

Exceptions arise only in very extreme cases, than tonight.

Those swords are Chen Changsheng's swords, and they have the same heart as him, and they can even be said to be symbiotic with each other.

When Chen Changsheng entered that state, those swords naturally stopped.

As a result, he and the Wind and Rain Swords entered a relatively stable and very sensitive realm, and even time stopped temporarily.

No one knows whether he will be dead or alive in the next moment.

The still world becomes a painting, or a curtain.

Suddenly, Chen Changsheng opened his eyes.

His eyes were so clean and bright, like a mirror, reflecting all the details of the world, incomparably rich.

In the abyss on the other side of the Demon Flame, on the cliff wall as dark as night, a verdant weed suddenly grew.

Time no longer stood still, the world began to come alive again, countless exclamations rang out, and then it became extremely quiet.

People felt that something had happened to Chen Changsheng.

Old Lady Tang and Wang Zhice and others felt more directly and accurately in this regard, because they had similar experiences before.

The face of the black robe became very ugly.

They saw the power of rules in Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng did not fully comprehend this rule, let alone surpass it.

But that is the rule of life and death, it belongs to the category of time, and only one percent of it is enough to comprehend it.

What is enough?

Chen Changsheng looked at the night sky.

Three thousand swords swirled with his gaze, roaring through the air and entering the pillar of light.

The pillar of light was no more than a few feet in diameter, and after the three thousand swords entered, it looked a little crowded, and it looked like a crucian carp moving forward in a narrow river.

Under the washing of the pillar of light, the bodies of those swords kept trembling, but they did not stop, desperately fighting against the tide, as if they were going to turn into dragons in the next moment.

The sword and the light kept clashes, splashing countless light chips, like magma, everywhere in the night sky, making the snow old city extremely bright.

Seeing this scene, people finally confirmed the conjecture and were speechless in shock.

The Demon Lord's face showed a look of envy.

Tang Thirty-six sat in a wheelchair and patted his legs excitedly, shouting happily: "Awesome!

It's really awesome.

Between opening and closing his eyes, Chen Changsheng crossed the threshold and walked into the landscape.

That landscape is sacred realm.

Has there ever been a young Divine Realm powerhouse like him in the past?

How old was Chen Xuanba when he broke through the realm and entered the sacred?

No one knows the exact answer, and no one cares about this question at this time.

The first thing Chen Changsheng did when he stepped into the Divine Realm was to cut off the pillar of light that came from the Holy Light Continent, could he do it?

"You think that's okay? It's naïve! If you can, why do you think Wang Zhice keeps standing?"

The black robe stared at Chen Changsheng and shouted.

Her voice became very high-pitched, no longer as beautiful as before, which may also represent her mood at this time.

But what she said didn't seem wrong.

That pillar of light was so powerful that the three thousand swords struggled forward in it, trembling more and more violently, as if they might fall like a dead leaf at any moment.

Whether it is Mrs. Tang or Wang Zhice, or Wang Po and Xiao Zhang, there is no way to help him.

The other end of this pillar of light is in his body, and if he wants to cut off the pillar of light, he will cut off the connection between him and the Holy Light Continent.

In a sense, he was fighting himself.

Well, of course, this can only be a battle for him alone.

Chen Changsheng ignored the black robe, looked at the pillar of light calmly and intently, his gaze crossed those swords, and landed on the mirror-like spatial crystal.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and he narrowed his eyes and raised his left hand.

There are five stone beads on his wrist, and each stone bead is a heavenly book tablet.

Xu Yourong thought that he was going to use the Heavenly Book Tablet to meet the enemy, and was ready to give him his five Heavenly Book Tablets as well, but found that he did not have such thoughts.

The five Heavenly Book Tablets appeared in the Demon Palace, without forming a formation, nor did they isolate Chen Changsheng from the outside world, which seemed very casual.

To be precise, the position of the four Heavenly Book Tablets is arbitrary, and the position of the last Heavenly Book Tablet is obviously exquisite, just on his right hand.

This Heavenly Book Tablet was very familiar to Wang Zhice, because this was the piece he had placed in the Lingyan Pavilion at the beginning.

He didn't know what Chen Changsheng wanted to do.

No one knew, not even Xu Yourong.

Squeak felt the call from the sea of knowledge, and walked to Chen Changsheng's side, also with a confused face, not knowing what was going on.

After doing these things, Chen Changsheng's right hand grasped the hilt of the sword.

No one knew what Chen Changsheng was going to do, and no one felt anything. What was shocking was that the archangel on the side of the transparent light mirror, who was still hundreds of millions of miles away from the Middle-earth continent, seemed to feel a strong danger, and a vigilant emotion appeared on his indifferent face, and he retreated to the rear.

"Are you ready?"

No one knew who Chen Changsheng was asking.

In the Heavenly Book Tablet on his right, a somewhat confused voice suddenly sounded: "Sir, is it you?

Chen Changsheng said: "It's okay, you just need to be here." ”

He drew his Unsullied Sword and slashed it into the night sky.

The sword intent suddenly rose.

The spirit of the three thousand swords was lifted, and they roared again, killing towards the end of the pillar of light, back and forth, endlessly, as if they had become a big sword.

This sword is really huge, from the demon palace on the ground, all the way to the night sky, through the heavens and the earth!

Chen Changsheng wants to use this giant sword to cut off this pillar of light!

That indifferent, condescending sense of being observed reappeared in everyone's hearts.

Everyone vaguely guessed that it was the god who opened his eyes again, although he probably didn't have eyes.

It seems that Chen Changsheng's sword has already threatened the plan of the Angel Legion's arrival.

An indescribable coercion came from a distant otherworld, pierced through the spatial crystal, and landed on the giant sword.

There was an unpleasant grinding sound and metal bending in the night sky.

Chen Changsheng's face was pale, but his eyes were even calmer.

Squeak looked at him in the pillar of light, not knowing what he should do.

An anxious voice came from the Heavenly Book Monument: "Sir, sir, are you okay?

The sound of grinding and metal bending faded away.

The giant sword is still holding on to the pillar of light that falls from the sky!

Chen Changsheng held on!

What a strong sword!

Back then, on the snowfield, Su Li's earth-shattering sword was just this level!

No matter how high Chen Changsheng's kendo talent is, he can be called a grandmaster, but after all, he is young and has just broken through the realm and entered the sacred, how can he cast such a powerful sword?

No one can figure it out.

Wang Zhice suddenly remembered a very ancient Taoist scripture and thought about it.

He looked at the anxious and overwhelmed squeak outside the pillar of light, and silently thought, "This is the green dragon." ”

Then he looked at the black Heavenly Book Tablet and said in his heart, "This is the White Tiger." ”

In the end, he looked at Xu Yourong and thought that this was a phoenix.

Judging from the location, she was a little far away from Chen Changsheng, and she couldn't see anything special.

"The green dragon on the left, the white tiger on the right, the phoenix...... In my heart"

Wang Zhice's eyes lit up slightly, and he said with emotion: "Amazing." ”

Even the sword that he admires is naturally really powerful.

But this sword could still only form a confrontation with the pillar of light from the Holy Light Continent.

Two unimaginably powerful auras, separated by hundreds of millions of miles, fought in space.

"You can't make it! That's a light without substance, how can you cut it off!"

The black robe stared at Chen Changsheng's face and shouted sharply: "Unless your true body can go hundreds of millions of miles away and cut off the source of the pillar of light!"

Sometimes the so-called prophecy is nothing more than the process of deduction and calculation is hidden.

The black robe is the best at deduction and calculation.

When she said that, it was most likely her subconscious fear of that happening, but she didn't even notice it.

And so, that really happened.

A sword light swept through the night sky.

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(When I opened the book three years ago, I didn't anticipate the picture of the left green dragon and the right white tiger in advance, but I really wrote Luoluo first, and then wrote squeak, and this possibility naturally appeared, and then it was pointed out by a reader more than two years ago, and then I have been thinking about when to let this large-scale oil painting appear in front of everyone's eyes, just thinking about it, and finally choosing the smallest stage and the most cautious display, just laugh with everyone, after all, it is not the main line.) ）