Chapter 1010 Ear Tear

Firth's sword was shattered like this, and then gained real freedom.

The shackles of heaven and earth seemed to be broken, and the sun became extremely beautiful and energetic.

All of this was naturally due to Jing Jiu's changes.

An elegant and pure fairy spirit emanated from his body.

He was fully himself again.

Zhao Layue stared at his wrist.

The cyan light cord was originally very light and thin, so it was hard to spot if you didn't look carefully.

At this time, the color of the cyan light rope began to thicken, becoming more "real"—as expected, as he really woke up, his consciousness became active, and the fairy spirit began to overflow, Xin Chengtianjian also started his own attack.

Everyone's eyes fell on his wrist, very uneasy.

This is what everyone fears and wants to avoid the most.

With Furth's sword broken and Xue Ji not here, how should Jing Jiu resist the will of the patriarch?

The flow of time seemed to speed up rapidly, and the cyan light rope became more and more real, and gradually tightened, sinking into his skin, which looked very strange.

Jing Jiu's face was still pale, his expression was still indifferent, but there was pain in the deepest part of his eyes.

Shen Qingshan looked at him quietly, with a faint flash of sword light in his eyes.

There is a sword light on the sea in the distance.

There is also a sword light in the floating clouds high above.

The sword array of the solar system is disintegrating, but there is a sword array of all things where he is.

Wherever his consciousness reaches, it is covered by the sword array.

The program that is trying to control Jing Jiu's body is the new Chengtian sword he refined.

Now that Chengtian Sword is also a part of the Wanwu Sword Formation.

No matter how strong Jing Jiu's willpower was, he could not resist this kind of control.

No one can interrupt the process either.

Zhao Layue and the others looked even paler than Jing Jiu, but they could only stand and watch.

Xue Ji is not here, it seems that no one can stop this.

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In the distant universe, on the other side of the sun.

The oval-shaped super battleship has been dismantled into pieces.

The black stele was quietly suspended among countless debris, it was no longer as quiet as it once appeared, but more like a dead thing.

Patriarch Qingshan really cared about Huaxi's life and death, so he didn't do anything.

Ah Da came here with the gold thread hollow ball, and it really calmed down the black stone tablet.

But they also paid a great price.

Xue Ji squatted on the surface of the stele, her whole body was drenched, her eyes were closed, she looked extremely weak.

The corpse dog was sitting on the other side of the black stele, breathing slowly with its eyes closed, constantly healing its wounds.

Ah Da hugged the sharp corner of the top of the monument, closed his eyes and dozed off, his long hair fell off a lot, and he looked extremely miserable.

Han Chan sat on top of its head, tightly hugging the small gold thread hollow ball, and its countless smart eyes expressed the lingering fear and extremely nervous emotions with a little luster.

Suddenly, the emotions in those pupils of it all turned into bewilderment and anxiety.

Ah Da opened his eyes and looked towards the sun, the pupils of his eyes were golden yellow by the sunlight.

- That's the color of fallen leaves.

It felt strong fear and uneasiness, and meowed timidly.

Xue Ji and Shigou opened their eyes to look at the sun at the same time, silent.

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calm.

The sand is like a grave.

Two wheelchairs are next to each other.

Jing Jiu and Shen Qingshan looked at each other.

Two terrible wills confront each other.

This kind of confrontation is very calm, but also very hard.

Absolutely indescribable feelings beyond the meaning of the word pain are constantly eroding his Dao heart.

His face was getting paler and his eyes were getting darker.

On the contrary, his eyebrows and eyes became clearer, more perfect, and more three-dimensional.

Whether it's the slightly raised eyebrows or the corners of the eyes, there are traces of sharpness.

Even the fairy spirit emanating from his body has been replaced by Jian Guang.

His whole body seemed to be plated with a layer of metallic luster, gradually turning into a human-shaped sword.

Looking at this scene, everyone felt heavy and worried, knowing that he was being controlled more and more deeply.

——like the cyan light rope sinking deeper and deeper on his wrist.

It won't take long for his consciousness to dissipate and become or re-become that sword of everything.

"This is not something that the will can fight against, nor can it be cut off by the sword."

Shen Qingshan looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Because it's not a chain, it's not a shackle, it's not even a scabbard, it's your main program, and you are born to be controlled by it."

Jing Jiu said: "Back when the gods ignited those stars, this sword was nothing more than a sword. There was no main program, and he didn't need to control it at all. It's just that later this sword gave birth to a real spirit in the sky and on the land. You picked it up and worried that he would not listen to your orders, so it took many years to think of such a villainous method."

The meaning of this sentence is very clear.

All things are born free.

Shen Qingshan was not angry when he revealed the truth, and said: "But you will not be able to get rid of this kind of control after all, unless your soul dies on its own. But even if you die, I will use your body well."

The meaning of this sentence is also very clear.

Everything should be used by people.

Jing Jiu looked at his right hand.

This hand is perfect.

Literally perfect.

Anyone who looks at it will give birth to the emotion of admiration.

Compared with the boy in blue in Building 720, this hand is more suitable for playing the piano.

Of course, this perfect hand is suitable for everything, such as making pottery, such as painting, such as gently touching the cheek, such as gently patting the back, such as holding a sword steadily.

Looking at this perfect right hand, he remembered something.

Many, many years ago, he was taken from Chaoge City to Qingshan by Patriarch Daoyuan and began to practice Taoism.

Let's not mention the stories of the previous life for now.

In this life, he went from Xiaoshan Village to Nansong Pavilion, and then entered Shenmo Peak, many scenes flashed before his eyes.

He walked around the world with this perfect body, attracted the attention of countless people, sat by the stream, soaked in the hot magma, and finally floated up in the Demon Suppressing Prison...

He raised his right hand and chopped down.

A bright sword light emerged from the edge of the palm.

The sword light illuminates the beach, the sea, and the sky and the earth.

There was a light rubbing sound.

His left hand was broken at the wrist.

Small splashes of sand.

The severed hand fell to the ground, splashing a few drops of golden blood.

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No one expected that Jing Jiu's first sword was not aimed at Shen Qingshan, but at himself.

After a moment of dead silence, there were several unbelievable exclamations on the beach.

Zhao Layue's face was pale, and she probably guessed what he wanted to do.

The rest of the people also gradually understood, but they were still extremely shocked when they saw the severed hand on the beach.

Jing Jiu's body is very hard, and his ascension to become a fairy queen has reached an unimaginable level. The Galaxy Alliance laboratory exhausted all means, but it was difficult to remove even a little material from his body.

From Chaotian Continent to this world, this is the first time that everyone has seen such serious defects in his body.

No one saw Xihai that time, and that person was gone.

The left hand fell off, and the cyan light rope naturally fell along with it, half covered by sand grains, and then gradually disappeared.

"If it's so easy to get rid of Cheng Tianjian's control, why did you hesitate until the previous moment?"

Shen Qingshan's words shattered the expectations of Liu Shisui and others who were shocked.

The next moment the cyan light rope appeared again.

This time the cyan light rope came to the top of his left arm, near his shoulder.

If the Xinchengtian Sword is really a shackle, it is also a shackle of the soul, which cannot be eliminated by physical means.

Of course, Jing Jiu had thought of it beforehand, he raised his right hand and cut down again without paying attention to the other party's words.

Another bright sword light emerged from the edge of the palm, and then accurately landed on his left shoulder.

There was a light rubbing sound, and the left arm broke off at the shoulder level, and fell to the beach with a muffled sound.

Whether it was a broken hand or a broken arm, his expression was so indifferent, and his movements were so natural.

It is not as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water, but as tight as a program, with clear and coherent steps.

Even after seeing the scene of the severed hand, everyone was shocked again.

Even the sword fairy Ensheng, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

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Immortals naturally don't care about this level of damage.

The medical treatment and technology of the Galaxy Alliance are highly developed, and the bionic robotic arm is also very useful.

But it is still unimaginable to break one's own arm without blinking.

More importantly, it was not an ordinary fairy body, but the most perfect body ever.

All things and one sword can survive in the heaven and earth with the attitude of all things. When Jing Jing was born with his sword, he naturally turned into a perfect human body, both in appearance and inside.

In Chaotian Continent, people reacted differently when they saw this body. Some people are silent, some are envious, some are longing, some are intoxicated, but it is difficult to feel jealous because it is so beautiful.

Not to mention those powerful sword blades that are sharp and indestructible.

Such a perfect body was cut up at will by him at this moment and thrown on the beach.

It's like throwing out trash.

Looking at this scene, everyone had extremely complicated feelings.

Some uncomfortable, some sad, even some fear.

How ruthless must he be to the world to be so cruel to himself?

"For Xi, the greatest possibility exists in self-renunciation."

Jing Jiu wiped his hands on his clothes and said, "So when he was in the galaxy outside the fog, he gave up his life."

Shen Qingshan said with cold eyes: "So today you are going to give up your body?"

"There's a lot of appeal in the possibility, especially when I'm faced with losing all possibility."

Jing Jiu said: "Besides, I cut off his arm, but he gave me a helping hand. Today I just gave it back to him."

Shen Qingshan asked: "You would rather give up this body than accept my control?"

Jing Jiu didn't speak, because he didn't think he needed to explain, and he didn't have the strength anymore.

"Give me liberty or give me death."

The sea water brought Liu Shisui's voice.

Sword Immortal Ensheng lowered his eyes slightly.

Shen Qingshan said with a slight mockery: "Freedom?"

"Yes, freedom." Liu Shisui looked at him and said earnestly: "Why do human beings cultivate the Tao? Why do they need to ascend? Why do you want to live forever? Because this is freedom from death."

"I like that, but I don't think about it that much."

Jing Jiu looked at Shen Qingshan and said, "It's just that you always say that this body is a weapon left by the gods, the only way to deal with the sea of ​​dark things, and the only hope for mankind. I'm tired of hearing that, so I don't want it anymore."

After saying this, he pinched his ear with his right hand and slowly tore it off.