At the same time, controlling ten thousand swords requires ten thousand divine senses, who can have such a powerful divine sense? Even if Zhou Dufu is resurrected, he is afraid that he will not be able to do it, but Chen Changsheng has done it, so Teng Xiaoming was shocked, but he was more confused, he couldn't understand this matter.

When he was destined for the star in the library of the National Education College, Chen Changsheng's divine consciousness was scattered in the night dome over Kyoto, and he watched the stars at night after the Holy Queen, and once made such an evaluation - this person's strong divine sense and peaceful consciousness are extremely rare, but I am afraid that he is an old master who has studied hard for a hundred years, once he understands the truth of heaven and earth, he has this creation, just like the king's policy back then, he has accumulated a lot of money, and it is naturally good. In this evaluation, the Holy Empress compared Chen Changsheng with the Wang Zhice who had enlightened the Tao overnight and was in the starry night capital, you can imagine how strong Chen Changsheng's divine sense is, but no matter how strong it is, it is impossible to be stronger than Zhou Dufu, the reason why he was able to divide his divine consciousness into ten thousand paths is that the key point lies in the latter sentence of the two evaluations of the Holy Queen.

The number of paths that the divine consciousness can be divided into has nothing to do with the strength of the divine consciousness itself, but only with the stability of the divine consciousness.

A peerless powerhouse like Zhou **** naturally has a divine consciousness that is countless times stronger than Chen Changsheng, and that divine consciousness is like a hard and huge rock, which can be divided into one, two, or even dozens of paths, but after all, there is no way to disperse forever, there will always be a moment when it will become a small stone, and there will be no way to cut it into smaller gravel.

Chen Changsheng's divine sense was extremely quiet, although it could not be as indestructible as a powerhouse of Zhou Dufu's level, but it was even softer, not like a hard rock, but like water, which could be divided into countless drops, turning into water droplets and mist, as if it could be divided endlessly.

Countless swords flew around the mausoleum, falling towards the beast tide from time to time, bringing a rain of blood, or encountering extremely tough resistance, some old swords were broken again, looking a little miserable, when the ten thousand swords and the beast tide had just started the war, dozens of the fastest and relatively best preserved swords, under the leadership of the mountain and sea sword, under the command of Chen Changsheng's divine sense, they flew towards the depths of the grassland with concentration and determination, and finally came to the front of the beast.

The beast's rice-like eyes exuded a cruel glow, and the thin tail that was tightly connected to the unicorn was extremely tight, and the grass around it had long been overwhelmed by the violent aura it emanated, only to hear countless dense and slight sneering sounds erupting from the air, and thousands of black spears on its tail turned into almost invisible sharp arrows, shooting towards the mausoleum.

A series of crisp crashing sounds sounded in the depths of the grassland, and those sounds seemed to be huddled together and turned into a long note.

Dozens of sword lights flew out in the air miles in front of the Qianbeast, and the sword momentum was rounded, drawing countless dense circles of light in the air. The thousands of black hairs shot out by the Qianbeast were all blocked by those sword lights. In an instant, thousands of extremely small white whirls appeared in the air, which were the result of the encounter between the sword and the black hair, and many cracks like threads appeared on the grassland ground, and those catfish and loaches that were lucky enough to survive were torn into silk before they had time to drill into the depths of the wet mud.

The mountain and sea sword did not block the black hao that shot towards the mausoleum from a distance of dozens of miles, and killed violently from those sword circles, the heavy black iron sword body broke through the air, emitting a deafening whistling sound, and condescendingly slashed directly at the single horn above the head of the beast, it was the sword that Su Li created himself!

The grassland is full of the sound of sword blades and tough animal skins cutting, splashing flesh balls can be seen everywhere, countless sword lights gradually dimmed, countless demon beasts fell at the foot of the mausoleum or in the depths of the water and grass, the light rain around the mausoleum is still underground, when will this sword rain in the grassland stop?

Nanke's eyes were still bright, the soul wood in front of him was getting brighter and brighter, the light was as white as milk, and his little face was even paler. Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er were protecting her Fa, exuding a powerful and resolute aura, and did not let any sword get close to her body.

I don't know how long it took, she finally opened her eyes, the drizzle fell on her face, and the dark green flame in the depths of her indifferent eyes was not extinguished by the cold rain, but for some reason a divine golden light shone from the edge, and the golden edge was eroding into the depths of the greenery.

Chen Changsheng also opened his eyes and looked at her floating in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.

The two looked at each other silently and did not speak.

Nanke sees herself as Zhou Yuan's successor, and her methods come from the prohibition left by Zhou Du's husband back then. Those prohibitions had left these ten thousand remnant swords in the Zhou Garden for hundreds of years. Today, if Chen Changsheng wanted to rely on the Ten Thousand Remnant Sword and leave with the Ten Thousand Remnant Sword, it would inevitably destroy Zhou Yuan's foundation, which was something she couldn't allow. Therefore, even if she risked being killed by ten thousand swords, she had to travel between heaven and earth before, use the most powerful method, kill Chen Changsheng, recollect ten thousand swords, and let the grassland return to peace.

Of course, Chen Changsheng would not accept this arrangement, whether it was the arrangement of fate or the arrangement of Zhou Du's husband before his death.

The war between the Ten Thousand Swords and the Beast Tide was still going on, but in such a short moment of staring at each other, I didn't know how many tragic and bloody pictures had happened. The two sides of this war are swords and beasts, no one, naturally no one speaks, only swords and beasts, no shouts of killing can be heard, but the killing intent is soaring on the grassland.

It didn't take long for the beast tide to gradually calm down, and then slowly retreated towards the periphery of the mausoleum, I don't know if it was because they found that they really couldn't break through the ten thousand remnant swords outside the mausoleum, or if they had issued an order, or if they vaguely sensed something.

Chen Changsheng raised his right hand, the drizzle fell on his hand, and the countless Dao swords in the grassland returned accordingly.

Tens of thousands of low-level demon beasts died, and the eerie and charming earth beast tried to sneak attack Chen Changsheng at first, but it was successfully countered by Chen Changsheng, and was severely injured by the mountain gate sword, and the two hind limbs were broken and crippled, and he could no longer stand upright like a human, holding the thighs of the fangtian beast, staring at the mausoleum with resentment, and making an angry chirping sound, as if he was complaining.

The huge body like a mountain was extremely eye-catching in the sea of beast tides, but now there were at least thousands of deep or shallow sword marks on the surface of its hard body, and some swords successfully broke through its terrifying defenses, wounding its flesh and bones, and blood was dripping down the broken stone edge in its hand to the ground.

The beast in the depths of the grassland seemed to be the least injured, but most of the black hairs on its thin tail had been shot out, and only a few handfuls remained, looking as if it had been burned by fire, mottled, very bleak and a little ridiculous, and it was no longer as terrifying as before.

Countless swords flew back towards the mausoleum, some of the swords broke again, except for the hilt of the sword, there was only a short section left, looking equally bleak and sad, some of the swords were hit by the venom of the demon beast, the rust was eroded, and the brightness was restored, but it was a little difficult to bear the load, and it was crumbling on the way.

None of the swords fell into the grassland, and they fell, because when they saw that those swords were about to fall, other swords would fly and hold them from below, even those swords that were interrupted by demon beasts and stepped on in the wet mud in the battle were picked out from the ground by other swords, and flew back to the mausoleum.

This scene is very reminiscent of the real battlefield, under the bloody sun, listening to the sound of gold on the triumphant return to the camp, the wounded and tired soldiers have no strength to cheer, support each other, and slowly walk back towards the barracks, while the wounded soldiers who are unable to walk are carried up by their comrades with simple branches.

Chen Changsheng didn't let a sword stay on the grassland, which seemed to be a little touching, but Nanke would not give birth to this kind of cheap sense of blood in her opinion, what she saw from this scene was that Chen Changsheng was strong, and he was able to persist until now, which was rare in the world, and she admired it very much.

But the more you admire, the more you have to die.

The dark green flame in the depths of Nanke's eyes has been full of sacred gold, and a holy aura that is difficult to describe in words emanates from her petite body, and it is difficult to feel that she is the princess of the demon clan at this moment, but more like the holy daughter in Nanxi Zhai.

The shadow of terror had fallen completely behind her.

Behind her is the steppe on which the sun never sets.

The shadow that once covered half of the sky, and when it fell, it covered the whole grassland, and the dim light from the setting sun in the distance fell on the shadow, as if it was instantly absorbed, without any refraction, and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, the grassland was full of blood, and the shadows were slightly undulating, as if they were about to come back to life because of the blood.

The rays of the setting sun no longer continued to be devoured, mingling with the color of the blood, turning golden, the color of the flames in the depths of Nanke's eyes.

The edges of the shadows are gilded with a gilded edge, and the shapes are gradually outlined, becoming more and more distinct as they slowly flutter.

It was a pair of wings. A pair of golden wings.

These golden wings are incomparably huge, and their length is not known for thousands of miles, spanning between heaven and earth.

The golden-winged Dapeng bird finally showed its true face.

With its appearance, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the dark clouds above the mausoleum that had just regathered dissipated in an instant.

All the demon beasts bowed their heads in fear, and they all descended into the blood and wet mud and grass in the most submissive posture they had ever been, and the beast tide set off waves one after another, and even the most proud and domineering mountain fangs humbly knelt down in the shadow of the roc.

Behind the setting sun, countless rays of light spread out along the edges of its wings, turning into countless light flocculents in the sky.

The beauty of this scene is extremely unreal, like a mythological picture described in the National Religion Daozang.

In fact, in the Great Hall of Light of the Imperial Palace, there is indeed a mural painting of the vision of heaven and earth when the golden-winged Dapeng bird was born in the light cloud before ancient times.

The Golden-Winged Dapeng, from the moment he was born between heaven and earth, had almost stepped into the divine realm.

Whether it is myth or legend or reality, the Golden-winged Roc is a divine beast of the same level as unicorns and sparrows, only under the dragon and phoenix.

Chen Changsheng looked at the golden-winged Dapeng that was covering the sky, and was silent.

From the moment he saw that shadow, he was waiting for this moment to come.

However, just like death, no matter how much you prepare, when it comes, you will find that you are still not ready.

Now, he feels that way.

This golden-winged roc seems to be death.

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(If there is something to do today, there is only one chapter.) ）