The moment Chen Beidou appeared as a deity that included Shen Lian, he understood who was on the other side, he was not alone, so he couldn't help but tremble a little at this time, it was caused by being too excited. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is no one more representative of the ultimate in kendo than the one in front of him, even though he is not a kendo major.

There are both acquired and innate gods, and this one in front of him is the innate deity, born before the opening of the universe, and even the Taoist master and Buddha who have been handed down are later than this enlightened person.

Although he was an immortal, he is now a god. But recalling all kinds of secrets, Chen Beidou still has a ridiculous feeling that myths have entered reality.

Of course, the god in front of him is definitely not the real one, and he may not even have the power of one billionth of his own, and maybe it is just the remnants of that person, which has been combined by Shen Lian.

Because of this, he could have the opportunity to peek into that person's sword path, and even he could feel the Trapping Immortal Sword that had been completely subdued by himself, the excitement at this time, and the jealousy, because the god that Shen Lian fused with was holding the Five Elements Divine Sword in his hand.

Heaven and earth, in the past and in the future, there is only one sword worthy of being held by that one, but it is definitely not Shen Lian's Five Elements Divine Sword, even if the gods that appear now are only a little trace left by that person in time.

This is the emotion that comes out of the trapped immortal sword.

The Trapping Immortal Sword no longer has one ten-millionth of the power in that person's hand, but as long as he witnesses the slightest shadow of that person's sword path, he will have a chance for the Trapped Immortal Sword to begin to recover its origin, so that the human sword will follow each other and climb the highest peak of the sword path.

Shen Lian fused only the gods he imagined, and what he caught was only a drop in the ocean that he intercepted the Great Dao, although it had unique characteristics, it was still impossible for him to touch ~ the true power of that great shore.

But it was enough, even the slightest shadow could allow him to touch a more subtle realm, and at this time he was so clear that he could instantly feel all the people in the world who were related to him.

I saw that the ancestor Ziling was staring at him, I saw my senior sister Gu Caiwei praying in the ancestral hall, I saw Chao Xiaoyu playing a poignant tune with a musical instrument similar to Changxiao in Jimo Peak, and I saw Ruoxi sitting on Qianmo's body and flying towards Zhongshan.

He saw the void and the truth on the weak water.

Fang Yanying was in a corner of Zhongshan, looking up here.

I even saw Mr. Su who taught him to have a sword qi that was not mutually reinforcing.

At this time, Mr. Su was in a delicate room, painting a thrush for a graceful woman dressed in fiery red clothes with a flame mark on her forehead, and suddenly felt something in his heart, and slashed out a sword qi towards the void.

"What's wrong?" the woman asked.

"It's nothing, it looks like someone is snooping on me, maybe it's feeling wrong. Mr. Su said with a smile.

"It's weird, the number of people who can peek into the immortal palace can also be counted, those people won't be so rude, no, I'll see who they are. ”

Mr. Su held her soft hair and said gently: "Forget it, let's live in seclusion here, just to have no quarrel with the world, Madam, I think it's better to leave it alone, let him go." ”

"You're like this now, I'm afraid no one will believe that you were the original Ziwei Sword Saint. ”

Shen Lian was noticed by Mr. Su, so he stopped paying attention, and at the same time really woke up, just the state of almost omniscient state that shone through the heavens just now, which made his natural aura dim a lot.

It is immeasurably terrifying to imagine that the Taoist Lord and the Buddha, as soon as the Dharma eyes are opened, they can look through the past and the future, the infinite universe, and know any cause and effect.

Shen Lian's mind turned, faster than lightning.

At the same time, the Five Elements Divine Sword in his hand has already started, a simple stab, without any change, any wonderful way, even fluttering, as if nothingness.

With such a simple stab, Chen Beidou was as if he had lost his soul, watching the tip of the sword approach, and failed to make any reaction.

It seems that this sword is stabbed out, and Chen Beidou only has the result of extinction.

This is not only Chen Beidou's experience, but also the experience of all the cultivators around him at this time, no one expected that Chen Beidou, who had completely suppressed Shen Lian before, would suddenly turn around in strength and weakness.

But Chen Beidou deserves to be Chen Beidou, and he didn't give up at all.

No matter how strong Shen Lian is now, he is only a fox and a fake tiger, and it is definitely not to the point that he can't resist. Even if this sword was like a great avenue and could run Zhou Tian Xingchen, it still couldn't make him depressed.

He discarded all unnecessary thoughts, forgot what he was in, and saw only his heart, not the rest.

Chen Beidou seemed to have broken some kind of shackles, breaking some kind of shackles, and the sound of something breaking seemed to sound in the heavens and the earth.

He finally took out his sword, and everything in himself, such as divinity, law body, sword heart, and spiritual response, all merged with the trapped immortal sword in an instant, regardless of each other, and turned into a pure sword light.

Shen Lian's 'interception' is simple, while Chen Beidou's counterattack sword is 'pure'.

There is no Chen Beidou in the world, only a touch of crimson, not gorgeous, let alone as bright as the heavenly river, but no matter who sees this scarlet sword light, he will understand the persistence of a person who learns swords.

He is not sincere to heaven and earth, not to his ancestors, not to his believers, but he is absolutely sincere in his sword, and there is nothing left to pursue.

Shen Lian's 'interception' was not slow, but Chen Beidou's sword light was like a rainbow passing through the sky, intending to cross Shen Lian's sword and directly slash at the god of his incarnation.

Then above Zhongshan Mountain, under the starry sky and night moon, a ball of light as bright as the Beidou appeared, which exploded violently, and the sky and the earth fell into a white expanse, clean and clean, and the aurora was like day.

In the case of white light everywhere in the heavens and the earth, a huge monster poked out of the weak water, with two horns on its head that were all intertwined, and cyan scales under its neck, leaping out of the water, it was a dragon, rising out of ~ the water surface, intending to break into the core of the white light.

At this time, a sword roar sounded, and the horns of the dragon were cut off, and it was planted into the weak water with a miserable howl.

The endless white light dissipated, and Chen Beidou stepped out of the void, holding the pale red Trapping Immortal Sword, his body became more and more transparent, and finally together with the Trapping Immortal Sword, it turned into a puff of blood-colored light, disappearing without a trace.

The void began to stitch together, and the night sky after the fierce battle was so clear and beautiful that there was no dust to be seen.

He was really on the light boat, and he had already withdrawn the seal, and he thought that he could intervene in the end, only to find that he was thinking too much.

Qingyin muttered, "Who won." ”

He really whispered, "I don't know." ”

"He didn't win. The light boat trembled slightly, causing ripples in the weak water nearby, alarming the waves.

A young Taoist priest with a feather coat and a star-crowned crown sat down on the coffee table of the light boat, pinched up a piece of pastry, and put it in his mouth, as if there was a faint starlight emitting from his body, making his expression hazy and unreal.

Qingyin looked at him dumbfounded, speechless.

The young Taoist priest ate the pastry, pinched up a crystal clear spirit fruit, and said with a slight smile: "Your pastry is too sweet, next time you can try to make something salty." ”

(To be continued.) )