Fighter of the Destiny

Controlling ten thousand swords at the same time requires ten thousand spiritual consciousnesses. Who can possess such powerful spiritual consciousness? Even if Zhou Du|fu was resurrected, he probably wouldn't be able to do it, but Chen Changsheng did it, so Teng Xiaoming was shocked and more confused, he couldn't understand this matter.

When he was fixing the destiny star in the library of the National Education College, Chen Changsheng's spiritual consciousness was scattered in the night sky above Kyoto. The Holy Queen observed the stars at night and made this evaluation - This man has a strong spiritual consciousness and a strong consciousness. Ning is extremely rare. I am afraid that he is an old master who has studied hard for hundreds of years. He only once understood the truth of heaven and earth and achieved this good fortune. Just like Wang Zhice back then, he accumulated a lot of experience and was naturally good. In this evaluation, the Holy Queen compared Chen Changsheng to Wang Zhice, who had enlightened the Tao in one night and shone in the night capital. You can imagine how strong Chen Changsheng's spiritual consciousness is, but no matter how strong it is, it cannot be better than Zhou Du|Fu Qu. Therefore, the key to being able to divide spiritual consciousness into ten thousand ways lies in the last sentence of the two comments made by the Holy Queen.

How many channels the divine consciousness can be divided into has nothing to do with the intensity of the divine consciousness itself, but is only related to the stability of the divine consciousness.

A peerless powerhouse like Zhou **** naturally possesses spiritual consciousness countless times more powerful than Chen Changsheng. That kind of spiritual consciousness is like a hard and huge rock, which can be divided into one, two or even dozens of channels, but in the end There is no way to disperse forever, there will always be a moment when it turns into tiny gravels, and there is no way to cut them into smaller gravels.

Chen Changsheng's consciousness is extremely peaceful. Although it cannot be as indestructible as a strong man like Zhou Dufu, it is softer, not like a hard rock, but like water, which can be divided into countless drops and become The water droplets turn into mist, which seems to be divided endlessly.

Countless swords were flying around the mausoleum, falling towards the beast tide from time to time, bringing a rain of blood, or encountering extremely strong resistance. Some dilapidated old swords were broken again, which looked a bit miserable. Between Wan Jian and When the beast tide just started, dozens of the fastest and relatively best-preserved swords, led by the Shanhaijian and under the command of Chen Changsheng's spiritual consciousness, focused and firmly flew towards the depths of the grassland. At this time, they finally Arriving in front of the bully beast.

The mammal's rice-like eyes exuded a cruel light, and the thin tail tightly connected to the horn was extremely tight. The surrounding grass had already collapsed due to the violent aura emanating from it. Numerous dense and slight chi chi sounds were heard in the air, and thousands of black hairs on its tail turned into almost invisible sharp arrows and shot towards the mausoleum.

Dang Dang Dang! A series of crisp crashing sounds sounded from deep in the grassland, and those sounds seemed to be squeezed together into one long sound.

Dozens of rays of sword light flew through the air several miles away in front of the bull beast, flying through the air like lightning. The sword force came out smoothly, drawing countless dense circles of light in the air. Thousands of black hairs shot by the beast were all blocked by the sword light. In an instant, thousands of tiny white whirlpools appeared in the air, which were the result of the encounter between the sword and the black hair. Many line-like cracks appeared on the grassland ground. Those catfish and loaches that were lucky enough to survive had no time to attack. Drilling deep into the wet mud, it was torn into silk wadding.

The Shanhai Sword did not block the black hairs that were shot at the tomb from a distance of dozens of miles. It violently shot out from those sword circles. The heavy black iron sword broke the air and made an ear-painful whistling sound. It was condescending and direct. The horn that slashed at the beast's head was Su Li's self-created Sky-Scorching Sword!

The grassland is filled with the sound of swords cutting against tough animal skins. Splattering meat balls can be seen everywhere. Countless sword lights gradually dim. Countless monsters fall at the foot of the mausoleum or deep in the water plants. There is a light rain around the mausoleum. It is still going underground. When will this rain of swords in the grassland stop?

Nan Ke still closed his eyes, the soul wood in front of him became brighter and brighter, the light was as white as milk, and his small face became even paler under the light. Teng Xiaoming and Liu Waner were protecting her, exuding a strong and decisive aura, and did not let any sword get close to her body.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally opened her eyes, and drizzle fell on her face. The green flames deep in her indifferent eyes were not extinguished by the cold rain, but instead glowed at the edges for some unknown reason. A sacred golden light emitted, and the golden edge was eroding deep into 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 quietly without speaking.

Nanke regards herself as the successor of Zhou Yuan, and her methods come from the restrictions left by Zhou Du|husband. Those restrictions have kept these ten thousand broken swords in Zhou Garden for hundreds of years. Today, Chen Changsheng wants to rely on and leave with those ten thousand broken swords, which will inevitably destroy the foundation of Zhou Garden. This is something she cannot allow. Therefore, even if she risked being killed by Wan Jian, she had to travel between heaven and earth before, using the most powerful method to kill Chen Changsheng, regain Wan Jian, and restore peace to the grassland.

Of course Chen Changsheng would not accept this arrangement, whether it was an arrangement of fate or an arrangement made by Zhou Du|husband before his death.

The war between Wan Jian and the beast tide is still going on. In the brief moment when they looked at each other, they didn't know how many tragic and bloody scenes happened. The two sides in this war are swords and beasts. There are no people, and naturally no one speaks. There are only the roars of swords and beasts. No shouts of killing can be heard, but murderous intent is soaring on the grassland.

Not long after, the beast tide gradually calmed down, and then slowly retreated to the outside of the mausoleum. I don’t know whether it was because they found that they could not break through the ten thousand broken swords outside the mausoleum, or because Nanke issued an order through the soul wood, or because they I vaguely sensed something.

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

Tens of thousands of low-level monsters died. The eerie earth beast initially tried to sneak attack Chen Changsheng, but was successfully countered by Chen Changsheng. He was severely injured by the Shanmen Sword, and his two hind limbs were broken off and the other was disabled. He could no longer look like him. Standing upright like a human being, holding the thigh of the beast, he stared at the tomb resentfully and made an angry chirping sound, as if he was complaining.

The huge body of the mountain-like beast is extremely eye-catching in the sea of ​​beasts, but now there are at least thousands of deep or shallow sword marks on the surface of its hard body. Some swords have successfully broken through its terrifying defense. , injured its flesh and bones, and the blood dripped down to the ground along the broken stone edge in its hand.

The mammal deep in the grassland seemed to be the least injured, but most of the black vellus hair on its thin tail had been exposed, leaving only a few handfuls. It looked as if it had been burned by fire, mottled and miserable. It's a little ridiculous again, and it's no longer as scary as before.

Countless swords flew back towards the mausoleum. Some swords were broken again, leaving only a short section except for the hilt. They looked equally bleak and sad. Some swords were hit by the venom of monsters and the rust was corroded. It fell, and the brightness was restored again, but it was a little difficult to bear the load, and it was crumbling on the way.

Not a single sword fell into the grassland and died, because when those swords were about to fall, other swords would fly over and support them from below, even if they were beaten by monsters in the battle. The swords that were broken or stepped on in the wet mud were also picked out from the ground by other swords, and they were counted and flew back to the mausoleum.

This scene is very reminiscent of a real battlefield. Under the bloody sun, listening to the golden sound of returning to camp after victory, the injured and exhausted soldiers had no strength to cheer. They supported each other and slowly walked back to the military camp. , the wounded soldiers who were unable to walk were lifted up by their colleagues using simple branches.

Chen Changsheng did not leave a sword on the grassland, which seemed a bit touching, but Nanke would not have such a sense of passion that seemed cheap to her. What she saw in this scene was Chen Changsheng's power. , it is rare in the world to be able to do everything with one mind and persevere until now, and she admires it very much.

But the more I admire you, the more you want to die.

The green flames in the depths of Nan Ke's eyes were already filled with sacred gold, and a holy aura that was difficult to describe in words emanated from her petite body. At this moment, it was difficult to feel that she was a princess of the demon clan, and More like the saint in Nanxi Zhai.

The terrifying shadow had completely fallen behind her.

Behind her is the grassland where the sun never sets.

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

At this time, there was blood everywhere on the grassland, and the shadows undulated slightly, as if they were coming to life because of the blood.

The light of the setting sun no longer continues to be swallowed up, but mixes with the blood and turns into gold, which is the color of the flames deep in Nanke's eyes.

The edge of the shadow was plated with gold, and the shape was gradually outlined. As it danced slowly, the shape became clearer and clearer.

That's a pair of wings. A pair of golden wings.

This pair of golden wings is extremely huge, thousands of miles long, stretching between heaven and earth.

The golden-winged roc finally showed its true appearance.

With its appearance, the sky and the earth changed color, and the dark clouds that had just gathered above the mausoleum dispersed instantly.

All the monster beasts lowered their heads in fear, and descended into the bloody water and wet mud and grass in what they thought was the most submissive posture. The tide of beasts set off waves one after another, and even the most proud and domineering beasts fell into the water. Kneel humbly in the shadow of the roc.

The sun sets behind Dapeng, and countless rays of light spread out along the edges of its wings, turning into countless light flakes in the sky.

This scene is so beautiful that it is unreal, just like a mythical scene described in the Taoist scriptures of the state religion.

In fact, there is indeed a mural in the Guangming Hall of the Li Palace, which depicts the vision of heaven and earth when the Golden-winged Dapeng was born in the light cloud in ancient times.

The golden-winged roc has almost entered the sacred realm from the moment it was born between heaven and earth.

Whether it is myth, legend or reality, the golden-winged roc is a divine beast on the same level as the unicorn and the divine sparrow, only below the dragon and phoenix.

Chen Changsheng looked at the golden-winged roc covering the sky and remained silent.

From the moment he saw the shadow, he had been waiting for this moment to arrive.

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

Now, he feels like this.

This golden-winged roc seems to be death.

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(I have something to do today, so there is only one chapter.)