Five Thousand Five Hundred and Eighty-Three Chapters?? Cruel

"If I wanted you to die, you would have died a hundred times already!" Jian Wushuang shook his head.

To kill a mortal, it is enough for him not to do anything!

At the beginning, the breath was very tightly hidden, and when he saw the other party's first glance, he could do it.

But because of Huiqing, he didn't make a move.

As for right or wrong?

Is it wrong for him to worship?

If there is true right or wrong, then the origin of the universe, the origin of time and space, and even the infinite starry sky are all wrong.

Why should such a powerful life be conceived?

Wouldn't it be better if everyone was the same!

Could it be that he just wanted to sacrifice to those mortals?

It's not the guidance of the gods, he can only do that in order to survive.

Helping the White King to regain his peak, he finally fell into the trap of the gods and revives Foyago.

So much so that now they are all out of the Temple of Discord, and it makes no sense to say all this.

In a cruel world, every weak person is sad.

Compassion has long been exhausted.

Therefore, Jian Wushuang must strengthen himself, which is why every cultivator pursues the path of the strong.

The world is not fair, so I want to be strong!

If you have practiced for such a long time, and you can't even understand this truth, then don't cultivate, just wait for death.

Everything follows the highest rules.

With Huiqing's character, he still has too little experience. Maybe it's because he was born in this world by mistake. If he is a mortal in a certain paradise, it would be best!

Clang!

Jian Wushuang closed his eyes and pulled out the Jueyun sword behind him.

Everything was so casual and silent.

But the origin of kendo within the body has undergone a qualitative change at this moment.

The long sword was drawn, and the sound of the sword cut through the silent space.

The thick fog immediately dissipated.

A seemingly ordinary sword, but a universe made of swords erupted.

This sword is emotional!

It was exactly the sword that Jian Wushuang wanted to create. It didn't contain any secrets, but it burst out with his strongest strength at the moment.

With one sword, it can be cut to the top.

After breaking through the ninth level of Ultimate Kendo, he continued to improve, and he didn't have time to create his own peak swordsmanship.

The huge sword intent slowly slashed towards the thick fog. Wherever it passed, the thick fog dissipated and turned into a line, or in other words, the thick fog turned into a painting.

The dense fog that was originally rising for hundreds of millions of miles instantly turned into a paper-thin portrait.

Where the long sword passed, no force could stop it.

The power of death will dissipate.

Without a thought of the blockade of the universe, the moment this force erupted, it caused a shock in the human world.

Some of the most extreme old monsters far away in the central mountain opened their eyes one after another.

"The mysterious powerhouse has appeared again!"

"Quick! Inform the temple, this power is not something we can stop."

"No, don't tell the Great Senior?"

The strongest man in the human world has plummeted in status after the mysterious powerhouse took the shots.

Because every supreme powerhouse that has appeared several times is much stronger than that Great Senior.

Whether it's Hui Qing who just broke through, or Jiang Shang who broke out, or Long Yi, which one is not the half-assed top of the four secret realms.

Not only did the human world shake, but even the real spirits widened their eyes.

It was shocking enough to have discovered the power of death, and he was ready to end the game himself, because the power of death was very important.

When Jian Wushuang mastered the power of life, he could sit back and ignore it, because it is a good thing to have the power of life. Although I have never heard of anyone mastering the power of life, it is fortunate that it is mastered by myself!

Now that the power of death appears, even if it is mastered by one's own people, it must be eliminated quickly.

The prophecy that Xuan Yi said was too terrifying.

In the future, there will be a peerless powerhouse who will destroy a long river of time and space.

The only thing that can destroy the long river of time and space is the power of death.

The long river of time and space where the Qishen Temple was located was because of the power of death.

So stop it!

But before he could make a move,

Jian Wushuang's sword just now made his eyes shine.

A sword can turn the nine layers of the universe into one layer, which is to suppress the space into a piece of paper.

This kind of kendo secret technique is even more miraculous than the life force of Jian Wushuang.

The power of life, although no one has heard that anyone can control it, it is everywhere, just in the hands of the rules.

But he had never seen or heard the secret technique that could completely crush space into a piece of paper.

For a while, he was stunned in place!

Human world.

Jian Wushuang himself was also very surprised. This sword, which was sent out with emotion, was unexpectedly so powerful. The power of death was like a piece of paper.

The sword intent continued to slash, and the thick fog gradually disappeared.

Before the fog completely disappeared, a figure leaked out of the thick fog.

A slender body, a round head, thick eyebrows, and a pair of eyes that exude death.

A breeze blew through his robes.

"Huiqing!" Jian Wu's eyes jumped, and he quickly put away the sword.

Jianying completely disappeared in front of Huiqing.

Jiang Shang also saw Huiqing and wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Jian Wushuang.

The current Huiqing has undergone earth-shaking changes. Apart from his appearance, his aura and strength are different.

Jian Wushuang shook his head and whispered, "He's not Huiqing!"

As soon as the sword passed, he felt something was wrong, and after finding out that it was Huiqing, he still stopped.

What if the other party is just possessed!

He didn't even know how powerful that sword was. If he really wanted to kill Huiqing, that would be a big sin.

"In other words, now he is not led by Huiqing!" Jian Wushuang explained.

He knew that Huiqing's power was the power of reincarnation transformed by divine power, not the power of death at all.

Jiang Shang was a little anxious, and felt extremely regretful in his heart.

Especially after knowing that the master did not hesitate to be the enemy of Qishen Temple for him!

Everything is because of her.

In her body, the true spirit formed again, and she said very tiredly: "Master!"

Jiang Shang's eyes were moist.

Gently soothe the true spirit of the source.

At the beginning, she was just a vulgar, just a mortal little girl who wanted to eat her fill, and she was ordinary.

Live a simple life with my brother.

All because of that bloody sacrifice!

The sacrifice made his brother fall, and she was reborn and embarked on the path of cultivation.

Without her brother, her master Huiqing is her relative.

Now the master Huiqing is in a deep sleep and is controlled by the power of death.

The relatives around him, from the death of his parents in his early years, the death of his brother, and the crisis of the master now.

She felt powerless!

The powerful breath on his body also weakened again.

Yuanyuan Zhenling comforted: "Master, this is not your fault!"

Turning into a cat-like source spirit, he gently arched Jiang Shang's ankle with his head.

Compared with Jiang Shang, Jian Wushuang's fighting spirit rose.

"Moruo, you step back!"

This battle is a confrontation between the power of life and the power of death, and it has nothing to do with anyone else.