Way of Choices

When time is still, everything will be still.

Even the hundreds of angels descending slowly in the beam of light over the crystal wall of space stopped at the same place.

The light penetrates their wings and turns into countless filaments, the picture is very beautiful.

Regarding death, Chen Changsheng can be said to be the most thoughtful person in the world, because before Tianshuling that night, he lived in the shadow of death all the time, although he was freed later, when he needed it, he was very fast You can go back in time and make decisions easily.

When the three thousand swords flew back from the night sky, about to penetrate his body, he really thought he was dead.

On the spiritual level, he is dead, but on the physical level, he is still alive.

There is a very subtle boundary between survival and death, and there is a very mysterious state on that line, which can be understood as superposition, but also as different.

Being able to enter that state is actually not difficult. Perhaps every life will enter that state once it ends.

The problem is that after life enters that state, it can no longer reverse back to the state of existence, but can only move forward, into the endless abyss, or above the star sea.

Only in very extreme circumstances will there be exceptions, more tonight.

Those swords are all Chen Changsheng's swords, which are connected with his heart, and can even be said to be symbiotic with each other.

When Chen Changsheng entered that state, those swords naturally stopped.

As a result, he and the wind and rain swords entered a relatively stable and very sensitive state, and even time stopped temporarily.

No one knows whether he will die or live the next moment.

The still world becomes a painting, or a curtain.

Suddenly, Chen Changsheng opened his eyes.

His eyes are so clean and bright, like a mirror, reflecting all the details of the world, very rich.

In the abyss of the magic flame, on the cliff as dark as night, a green grass dripping suddenly emerged.

Time is no longer static, the world is alive again, countless exclamations sounded, and then it became extremely quiet.

People felt that something had happened to Chen Changsheng.

Mrs. Tang and Wang Zhice and others felt more direct and accurate in this respect because they had similar experience.

The black robe's face became very ugly.

They saw the power of rules on Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng did not fully comprehend this rule, and he failed to surpass it.

But that is the rule of life and death, which belongs to the category of time. It is enough to understand only one percent.

What is enough?

Chen Changsheng looked at the night sky.

Three thousand swords turned with his eyes, whistling through the air and entering the beam of light.

The beam of light was only a few feet in diameter. After the three thousand swords entered, it looked a little crowded, and looked like crucian carp moving in the narrow river.

Under the scouring of the pillar of light, the blades of the swords were shaking steadily, but they didn't stop. They were desperately trying to go retrograde, and it seemed that they would go away in the next moment.

The sword and the light kept on opposing each other, and spattered countless light debris, like magma, thrown everywhere in the night sky, making the snow old city bright and extremely bright.

Seeing this scene, people finally confirmed that conjecture, shocked and speechless.

The envy expression appeared on the demon's face.

Tang Thirty-six sat in a wheelchair and patted his legs in excitement, shouting happily non-stop: "Nice! Nine!"

It's really amazing.

With his eyes closed, Chen Changsheng crossed the threshold and walked into the landscape.

That landscape is a sacred field.

Has there ever been a young sacred realm like him in the past?

How old was Chen Xuanba when he broke into the sacred?

No one knows the exact answer, and nobody cares about this issue at this time.

Chen Changsheng stepped into the sacred field and the first thing he did was to cut off the beam of light from the mainland of the Holy Light. Can he do it?

"Do you think this is enough? It's naive! If you can, why do you think Wang Zhice is standing?"

Black robe stared at Chen Changsheng and shouted.

Her voice became very sharp, no longer as pleasant as before, which may also represent her mood at this time.

But what she said did not look wrong.

The beam of light was too powerful, and the three thousand swords struggling forward in the meantime, shaking more and more violently, as if it might fall like a dead leaf at any time.

Neither Mrs. Tang nor Wang Zhicai, or Wang Po or Xiao Zhang can help him.

The other end of this beam of light is in his body. To cut off the beam of light is to cut off the connection between him and the Holy Land.

In a sense, he is fighting himself.

Well, of course, this can only be his own fight.

Chen Changsheng ignored the black robe and looked at the beam of light calmly and intently. His eyes crossed the swords and fell on the space crystal-like mirror.

The light was getting brighter and brighter, he narrowed his eyes and raised his left hand.

There are five stone beads on his wrist, and each stone bead is a heavenly stele.

Xu Yourong thought that he would use the Tianshu Tablet to meet the enemy, and was ready to give him his five Tianshu Tablets, but found that he did not have this idea.

The five heavenly steles appeared in the demon palace, did not form a formation, nor did they isolate Chen Changsheng from the outside world.

To be precise, the position of the four heavenly steles is random, and the position of the last heavenly stele is obviously on the right hand side.

This Tianshu monument is very familiar to Wang Zhicai, because this is the one he put in Lingyan Pavilion.

He didn't know what Chen Changsheng wanted to do.

No one knew, not even Xu Yourong.

Squeaky felt the call from the sea of ​​knowledge, and walked to Chen Changsheng's side, also with a blank face, not knowing what was going on.

After doing these things, Chen Changsheng held the hilt in his right hand.

No one knew what Chen Changsheng was going to do, and no one felt anything. What is shocking is that the archangel over the transparent light mirror is hundreds of millions of miles away from the Middle-earth mainland, but it seems to feel a strong danger, and a vigilant emotion appears on his indifferent face, and he recedes towards the rear.

"Are you ready?"

No one knows who Chen Changsheng is asking.

In the sky book stele on his right hand, a confused voice came suddenly: "Sir, are you? What's the matter?"

Chen Changsheng said: "Nothing, you just have to be here."

He drew out the scaleless sword and cut into the night sky.

Jian Yisen emerged.

The spirit of the Three Thousand Swords revived, and roared back to the end of the pillar of light, killing them endlessly, endlessly, as if it had become a great sword.

This sword is really huge. From the magic palace on the ground, it will reach the night sky and penetrate the sky and earth!

Chen Changsheng will use this giant sword to cut off this beam of light!

The indifferent and condescending sense of being observed reappeared in everyone's mind.

Everyone vaguely guessed that it should be the **** who opened his eyes again, although he may not have eyes.

It seems that Chen Changsheng's sword has threatened the plan of the Angel Legion.

An indescribable coercion came from a distant world, penetrated the space crystal wall, and fell on the giant sword.

In the night sky came the unpleasant sound of friction and metal bending.

Chen Changsheng's face was pale, but his eyes were more calm.

He creaked and looked at him in the beam of light, not knowing what he should do.

An anxious voice came from the heavenly stele: "Sir! Sir! Are you okay? You talk!"

The sound of friction and metal bending gradually disappeared.

The giant sword is still standing on the beam of light falling from the sky!

Chen Changsheng supported!

What a strong sword!

On the snowy field that year, Su Li's shocking sword was nothing more than this level!

Chen Changsheng's talent for swordsmanship is even higher, and he can be called a master. But after all, he is young and has just broken through the sacred. How can he cast such a powerful sword?

No one can figure it out.

Suddenly Wang Zhice thought of a very old Taoist scripture and thought about it.

He looked out of Guangzhu, anxious and overwhelmed and squeaked, thinking in silence: "This is Qinglong."

Then he looked at the black sky book monument again and said in his heart: "This is the white tiger."

In the end he looked at Xu Yourong, thinking that this was Phoenix.

Judging from the location, she was far away from Chen Changsheng and could not see any special place.

"Left Green Dragon, Right White Tiger, Phoenix...in my heart"

Wang Zhice's eyes shone brightly and said with emotion: "Great."

Even the sword that he admired was naturally extremely powerful.

But this sword can still only stand against the beam of light from the continent of Holy Light.

Two unimaginably powerful breaths, fighting hundreds of thousands of miles away, are fighting above the space.

"You can't succeed! It's light without substance, how can you cut it off!"

Black robe stared at Chen Changsheng's face and shouted: "Unless your real body can go hundreds of millions of miles away, cut the source of the beam of light!"

Sometimes the so-called proverb is just that the process of deducing calculations is hidden.

Black robe is best at deducing calculations.

When she said that, it was most likely that she was the most subconsciously afraid of that kind of thing happening, but she didn't even notice it.

So, that kind of thing really happened.

A sword light flew across the night sky.

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(When I opened the book three years ago, I didn’t anticipate the pictures of Zuo Qinglong and Youbaihu in advance. It was written first and then squeaked. This possibility naturally appeared, and then more than two years later. I was asked by a reader first, and then I have been thinking about when to let this large-scale oil painting appear in front of everyone's eyes, just thinking about it, and finally chose the smallest stage and the most cautious display, and everyone Haha just a smile, after all, not the main line.)

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