Chapter 97 The moon rises in Kunlun and illuminates the snow-capped mountains (Part 1)

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What is the meaning of the month?

This world is just like the previous life. There really is a small planet that is constantly rotating around it.

After the world collapsed, I don't know what methods Xuandu Palace used to make a planet of that quality still rotate according to the past rules without having more impact on the world.

But the moon cannot be understood as a simple rotating planet.

The moon in practice refers to more things. Just like the sun is definitely not a big fireball that is constantly undergoing fusion reactions.

The moon represents yin, and it is the patron of all ghosts in the world. It guides and transforms the sun essence into moonlight that ghosts can enjoy.

The moon represents apoptosis. It gradually disappears along with the cycle, leaving only a ray of light in the world.

The moon represents resurrection. It can always find the vitality of resurrection at the end of its death, and finally shine in the world, and the long night will be white.

It constantly pulls the waves and tides, creating the most delicate balance between movement and stillness. The moon pulls the earth, affecting everything on the earth with a huge and small force.

At the same time, it is affected by the law of Taixu, its shape, its orbit...

It is also a symbol of loneliness, and the thoughts in the hearts of countless people give the moon the characteristics of infinity...

This round of bright moon illuminates the nine laws of heaven and man, encompassing everything and accepting everything.

It is like a cross-section of the nine laws of heaven and man, revealing the inner secrets in front of your eyes to see how you choose.

The clever thing is that Su Che didn't know how much the power of casting this iron sword had left in the sword marks. No matter how he searched, he could find a echo somewhere.

And in this search, Su Che could feel that the Yinshan Cave Ming Baolu, which had been silent for a long time in Niwan Palace, was resonating with it under the stimulation of the sword pattern of the long sword in his palm.

Yes, there are some deeper things under the sword formation guided by the sword intention that are consistent with the Yinshan Cave Ming Baolu, and they fit perfectly into one's own Dao foundation.

I forget both things and long for things outside.

Su Che's mind was not on the Yinshan Cave Ming Baolu that was constantly dancing in the Niwan Palace, nor on the nameless iron sword in his palm. He had completely forgotten that he existed in the world.

The mind almost completely disappeared, infiltrating into the laws between heaven and earth that existed but could not be understood.

That's right, with the help of Huang Tiandao's strong Dao foundation reserves and the bizarre structure of the iron sword in his palm, Suche rushed into a field that was definitely beyond the reach of the Dan Huan cultivator.

Although it was only a moment, it was enough to cause a qualitative change in Su Che.

Suche felt some kind of rhythm that was difficult to describe in words. He kept following the changes and introduced the changes into his own Taoist foundation.

Yin and Yang, life and death, reality and illusion, and the magical sword intention.

Everything was integrated into that wonderful rhythm. Suche felt like a swimming fish, traveling through a mysterious ocean, and every change in the ocean was echoing and changing. The world in front of you.

finally……

Su Che knew that he had finally connected his sword intention with the supreme sword intention within the iron sword, and he had truly become a part of the sword formation.

The next moment, the nameless iron sword gradually disappeared in the sword energy, and Su Che reached the point where the human sword became one.

The pressure in front of Li Cang rose sharply.

He suddenly realized that in front of his bright sword light, there was no longer the thick and unchanged Yuehua sword energy. The sword energy was now constantly trembling and curling, as if it was twisting under some kind of pressure.

The next moment, a bright moon suddenly appeared in front of him, and the bright moon pressed towards him with a cold air.

That coldness, even a Huandan monk like him, felt the pain of his internal organs being frozen together.

drink.

Li Cang tried his best and swung his sword upwards. In this sword, he had pushed his sword energy to the extreme, and faced the bright light above him with the determination to cut down everything.

moon.

The moon phases changed, and the full moon fell apart like a broken mirror under the force of the sword light, leaving only a trace of the crescent moon in the sky.

Looking at the shallow crescent moon in the sky, Li Cang felt a sense of fear.

He knew very well that his full sword did not cut off the opponent's manifested magical power. On the contrary, the bright moon was responding to his sword intention, adapting to it, and waiting to launch a counterattack.

This kind of swordsmanship...

Li Cang looked at the sword energy above his head that had transformed into a crescent moon, and he felt the death intention contained in the incompleteness.

That is the loneliness of all things dying and coming to an end.

Immediately afterwards, Li Cang saw his opponent, the mysterious ghost cultivator. At this moment, he could see the opponent's cold eyes. Those eyes seemed to have spanned eternity, witnessing endless life and death, with the indifference of being completely in control of the life and death of all things.

The opponent reaches forward and slowly cuts out a sword.

No.

It was not appropriate to use slashing. In Li Cang's perception, the other party seemed to be playing the strings of a piano, playing something lightly between heaven and earth.

And Li Cang could feel a chilling sound in his ears, around him, and deep in his soul.

That is the sound of everything coming to an end.

When a string starts to move, it is a startling string.

The crescent-like sword light came down on his head, and Li Cang was frightened. He saw more things in this sword.

Retreat quickly.

However, it was still too late. A sharp pain came from his left arm.

Li Cang looked at his left hand. The fingertips had all turned into withers, as if they were dead corpses that had lasted for thousands of years. What was even more terrifying was that the withers were spreading from the fingers to the palm and wrist.

This... what kind of swordsmanship is this.

Also under pressure was Lie Yan.

He didn't know what Li Cang was doing, but based on his experience, his fellow swordsman had become a whetstone for others to practice certain magical powers.

There is nothing wrong with being a sharpening stone, but it would be very annoying if the person you are trying to master with your opponent's sharp edge is yourself.

As the master of the Evil-Breaking Mysterious Network, he could clearly feel that some kind of power had surpassed the Evil-Breaking Mysterious Network's defense of isolating water and fire, condensing the five elements, and quietly descended on Yunzhou.

what happened?

Lie Yan had no idea what method the other party used, but at this moment, someone on the ship had already been hit.

A monk in the realm of theosophy who was behind him and responsible for maintaining the balance of the ship and providing power for the Yunzhou suddenly ignited with dark fire. The cold flames had swallowed him up without knowing when. Burned by the cold flames, it was almost In an instant, the soul of the spiritual monk had turned into nothingness.

Not far away, there was a monk who was in the realm of the gods and huddled in pain on the deck. He seemed to be suffering from some kind of unspeakable pain. Under the stimulation of that kind of severe pain, the monk knelt on the ground like a mortal, his whole body twitching constantly. His painful moans made Lie Yan want to pull out the knife and give him relief directly.

Lie Yan looked at Li Cang in the sky, what on earth is this kid doing!

Li Cang looked at his withered left hand, looked at the mysterious ghost cultivator in the sky, and shouted loudly: "The snowy moon comes out of Kunlun, and the sword light surveys the creation. May I ask this senior, what is the name of Tongbaichuan Sword Immortal?"

What responded to him was the same indifferent eyes, and the huge sword energy that gradually turned into a full moon again.

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