Chapter 1012: Leaving Soul

No matter how human civilization develops, or in other words, evolution, transformation, and practice, it is ultimately a constant choice.

Jing Jiu and Patriarch Qingshan chose different paths in the relationship between themselves and the world, and they both reached the highest position and the deepest realm. To use an inaccurate description, they are the predecessors and the latter of human civilization.

From the beginning to the end, this battle between them is still, so the waves are like sculptures, and the coconut trees are like pictures.

Shen Qingshan's body is already very weak, and he can only use his spiritual consciousness to control the Wanwu Sword Formation. But his spiritual consciousness is really unimaginably strong, and the sword array of all things governs all rules, no matter whether it is Peng Lang, Zhao Layue and others, they can't touch his body.

Jing Jiu's body is perfect, but it has become his own shackles, controlled by Shen Qingshan with Chengtian Sword, he can't do anything at all, he can only sit in that wheelchair.

The two wheelchairs are sitting on the beach, just like talking, but it is more dangerous than any battle. It involves the restricted area of ​​the soul, the other side of the avenue, the will of the god, the fate of mankind, and even the legacy of that unknown civilization.

The greatest possibility exists in giving up.

Jing Jiu gave up his body, but managed to stand up from the wheelchair and took the first step forward.

Shen Qingshan stared at the child, and asked with an unusually serious expression: "How does it feel?"

The child made of light and shadow should be Jing Jiu's spirit. How should a spirit answer the question?

"It feels... a little weird, but also a little interesting."

The child's voice is Jing Jiu's voice, but it's a little immature.

The more important difference is that this sound is obviously not made by air vibrations, but it can be clearly heard by people. It is more ethereal than ordinary sounds, and it is somewhat close to the fairy sounds in human imagination.

"Really?" Shen Qingshan leaned forward slightly, his eyes were complicated.

The child didn't speak any more, staggered and lifted his left foot, and took another step forward.

The moment the little feet that seemed to be made of clear light landed on the sand, countless thunderclaps resounded in the sky.

Countless sword intents descended from the sky, slashing at the child with a cold light.

What is the soul, no one fully understands, but one thing can be confirmed, it is a non-material existence, or a kind of existence that cannot be called existence.

If it was a flying sword, it would naturally not be able to hit the soul, but those sword intents come from all things, between the virtual and the real.

Silently, the waves on the sea broke a few flowers, and several white marks appeared on the child's body.

Those white traces are not physical, they should be some kind of space distortion that causes tiny turbulent connections in the air.

The child looked down at his body, stretched out his little hand and touched it.

But touched a void.

Obviously, he is still adjusting to this new and strange situation.

The next moment, countless sword intents came from the sea and swept over his body like a spring breeze.

Those white lines were instantly and gently erased.

Sword intent comes from all things.

Everything in Zu Xing belongs to Shen Qingshan, or it could be Jing Jiu's.

No, things are their own, only available to these two.

Jing Jiu is no longer under the control of the Chengtian Sword, he is just a divine soul, so he can naturally cast the Ten Thousand Things Sword Formation. And I don't know whether it is the more direct connection between the soul and all things or other reasons, the speed of his sword movement is even faster than that of Shen Qingshan.

Several sword intents floated in front of Shen Qingshan, and flowers bloomed——Jing Jiu returned several swords silently.

Unexpectedly, he didn't continue to throw his sword at Shen Qingshan, and raised his other foot awkwardly trying to move forward again.

What was even more unexpected was that Shen Qingshan's expression was unprecedentedly dignified.

The child's third step was a little unsteady, and he almost fell down. He opened his two thin arms and shook them for a long time.

It looks like dancing, very cute.

Shen Qingshan looked stern, and the wheelchair under him took a step back silently.

Why did Jing Jiu go to the wheelchair?

What is he afraid of?

The child continued to walk forward.

No footprints were left on the sand.

He walked more and more steadily, faster and faster, more and more excited, and he felt a little dancing.

It's like playing with the maids in the imperial palace of Chaoge City.

It's like playing with everything with a sword on Shangdefeng.

Shen Qingshan's wheelchair backed up non-stop, and also moved faster and faster, leaving a clear arc on the beach.

With a soft snap, the wheelchair was caught by a hard object, and it actually retreated to the side of the pool.

The fish in the pool are motionless, as if they are sealed in blue glass, or suspended in the sky.

A few bamboo poles were stuck in the sand, with their heads hanging weakly.

Huaxi sat on a small bench, propped her chin with her hands, looked at all this with detached and bewildered eyes.

It's not really that there's no way out at the edge of the pool. With Shen Qingshan's supernatural power, he can completely make the wheelchair fly like in the movie, flying over the cliffs and mountains on the island, over the sea, and over the incomplete moon.

But he knew he couldn't go back.

The breeze came from his body, and the bamboo poles trembled slightly.

The fish in the pool seemed to come alive.

Countless tiny gleams of light emerge from the sea spray.

A pure and extremely powerful divine consciousness enveloped the entire planet.

All things give birth to countless sword intents, filling all the space like invisible raindrops.

A young man came out of the sky full of swords. He was dressed plainly and held a hatchet in his hand. He looked like a woodcutter.

Shen Qingshan looked at the child in front of him and said, "Let's see who of us can go further."

After saying this, the young woodcutter stepped forward and slashed at the child's neck.

The knife fell silently, and did not bring out any light, as if it did not really exist.

That young woodcutter was not a phantom formed by sword intent, but the manifestation of Shen Qingshan's spiritual consciousness.

The sword intent of all things is fair to him and Jing Jiu, and both can be used, so now it is necessary to see whether his spiritual consciousness is stronger, or that child—that is, Jing Jiu's spiritual soul is stronger.

The young woodcutter's knife did not fall directly on the child's neck.

When the blade was half a foot away from the immature and fair skin, it stopped.

Countless sword lights appeared on the surface of the ancestor star, followed by countless sword cries.

The sound of the sword's cry was continuous, like thunder falling on everyone's ears, and like a cloud of skylight shining on their hearts, no matter whether it was Zhao Layue, Zhuo Rusui or Tong Yan, they couldn't bear the coercion and fell to the beach.

Peng Lang and Liu Shisui's expressions changed slightly, and they took a few steps back towards the sea, with the sound of splashing water.

The skylight reflected by the sea not far away turned into countless thin lines, intersecting each other and then intersecting each other, bursting into broken light like fireworks.

Some of the still fish in the pool moved, and the skylight reflected by the scales was so broken and brilliant. The coconut grove was no longer still, and swayed gently with the wind, shattering the sky light, making everyone's eyes a little uneasy.

Some waves collapsed like thawed ice sculptures, and the white lines inside floated up, like willow catkins, or like a school of silver fish suddenly jumping out from the distant sea.

Sword Immortal Ensheng wiped off the blood overflowing from the corner of his lips, turned around and looked into the depths of the sea, with an expression of admiration in his eyes.

Everyone present had a similar mood to him, because everyone was a sword learner and could understand these scenes.

The waves continued to melt and began to heave, slowly beating against the beach.

Countless sword lights continued to shine, and sword sounds continued to sound.

This planet has become a world of swords, with sword intent everywhere.

Watch endlessly.

endlessly.

Beautiful.

...

...

No matter how beautiful the picture is, it cannot attract everyone's attention for a long time.

Ensheng quickly turned his head and looked towards the pool.

Zhao Layue stared at it even more, not leaving for a moment.

Shen Qingshan was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning forward slightly, looking at the child in front of him.

The young woodcutter was standing behind the child, holding the hatchet in his hand, and was chopping.

The child opens its arms, as if ready to dance.

This scene looks a little funny, but it seems to have a lot of deep meaning, like some experimental drama.

Everyone knows that there are countless dangers hidden outside this scene.

Those dangers are on the small island, and even more out of the sky.

This battle takes place all over the planet.

It is possible that a sunfish is trying to kill a silver shrimp.

It could be a grass trying to swallow a fly.

It is possible that a stone is about to fall from the edge of the cliff and kill the snow lotus below.

It may be that the fog in the mountains has just risen, and it will be swallowed by the clouds.

No one knows whether the mist, the stone, or the shrimp will win in the end.

The atmosphere in the arena became more and more tense.

Zhao Layue's face became paler and paler.

Because the child's light and shadow are getting weaker and weaker, gradually trying to blend in with the surrounding environment.

That's a sign of distraction.

It is really difficult for the soul to exist alone in the material world for a long time.

Is this the price of freedom?

It turned out that this was Shen Qingshan's intention.

The wheelchair kept backing, and Man Tianjian walked out of his consciousness involuntarily, all to waste time.

Time is a real magic weapon, and it's the thing that kid was most afraid of.

The hatchet in the young woodcutter's hand slowly descended, gradually approaching the child's neck.

The figure of the child is getting fainter and fainter, as if it will disappear in the next moment.

The next moment, he suddenly hummed a song in a childish voice.

"You are my heart, you are my lungs, you are my..."

It's clearly a horror nursery rhyme.

This picture is really weird.

Accompanied by the chilling singing, the child's body and feet also moved.

Not dancing, but skipping rope.

There seemed to be an invisible thread in front of the wheelchair, and his footsteps kept going back and forth on that thread.

It's like a naughty little grandson playing with his grandpa.

There was a snap.

The child jumped up and landed on Shen Qingshan's lap.

He stood on his knees, just level with Shen Qingshan.

The child looked into Shen Qingshan's eyes and said happily in a childish voice: "I won."