"I can reach the sky with one step, or plunge into the deep spring with one sword."
The young swordsman still stood upright in this desert, and the wind and sand did not dare to cross his feet.
The huge body of the old Youshu fell not far away. It was not dead yet. After all, what it was best at was how to stay alive.
Even though it seems that its body functions have been cut off, it is still alive.
So when it looked at the young swordsman, in addition to resentment, there was also a bit of sarcasm in its eyes.
"If you can't kill me, how can you enter the quiet spring?"
The old Youshu's mouth was bleeding and his body was paralyzed, but he seemed to have lost the awe he had before for the young swordsman who cut him to the ground with one strike.
"Why don't you die?"
The young swordsman asked rhetorically.
Old Youshu replied with a smile: "Because what I cultivate is immortality. Although I don't know why my race is like this, it seems that I have accomplished it."
The young swordsman walked slowly to the old Youshu. This monster, which looked similar to a mouse, looked much cleaner than the mouse.
He has lived in the desert for a long time, does not eat any food, and even hates rancid things. The fur on his body is rubbed with gravel and becomes shiny, so of course it is not dirty at all.
The young swordsman squatted next to the old Youshu, and his sword gave off a sheen that was colder than the night in the sun.
Even the sun cannot warm this knife.
"I can understand if you can't cultivate to death, but how should I understand if you can't kill?"
The young swordsman suddenly stabbed the old Youshu into the belly, opening it bit by bit. At this moment, the old Youshu screamed miserably, but it was obviously not because of pain, but because of panic.
"You are not dead just because you are not a living creature in the first place. If I don't kill you, I won't be able to find a way into the quiet spring? But aren't you the only way into the quiet spring?"
The moment the young swordsman opened the old Youshu's belly, he didn't see a steady flow of blood, or the sticky and bloody internal organs, only a piece of something that looked like a dim starry sky.
"Humans will always be smarter than other species."
The young swordsman held his knife and got into the belly of the old Youshu. When the belly gradually glued back, his voice came back in the belly of the old Youshu... It turns out that you are an eye. .
When Old Youshu heard these words, the fear and resentment on his face reached the extreme.
Because he is indeed an eye, an eye used in the land of chaos to peer into the world.
But it cannot be too powerful. Even if it is a little stronger than its current state, it will touch the Zhentian Magic Formation and it will not be able to escape the thunder disaster.
That’s why it seems to be such a strange existence. It can’t practice but can live forever.
The old Youshu was just lying on the sand quietly. He couldn't move for the time being. Let alone move, he couldn't even open his mouth to curse a few of the most unpleasant words.
Because the guy with the knife also left a restriction on its belly, just like when the guy cut open the third layer of heaven with one knife, he also casually placed a layer of restriction on the third layer of heaven.
It seems casual, but in fact it is invincible.
"I was thinking before, why it can leave one eye in the world but not leave the land of chaos without using your body. It turns out it can't."
"Youquan is the most filthy thing since the creation of the world. In fact, it is not a place of chaos. Chaos has been divided into two..."
The old Youshu lay quietly and listened quietly, but he really wanted to tear the guy alive, chew it up and spit it out.
"It turns out it's not that far."
After these words came back to Old Youshu's mind, the young swordsman's voice stopped appearing. Old Youshu knew that the guy had already arrived.
This is a big river, and the edge seems to be far away in sight. There is no turbulent water in the river, only ground fire like turbulent flowing water.
The young swordsman bent down and picked up a colorful stone. He threw it into the river of fire and was quickly pushed out. It did not melt into the river and was destroyed.
The stone is burned into magma, which then evaporates into gas.
It may be impossible to measure how wide this river is. If you want to cross the river to
It seems impossible to go to the other side.
The young swordsman felt that this was not fire, but resentment.
Before he reached the other side of the river, he felt the overwhelming resentment.
So he muttered to himself.
"Why is the sky what rises? Why is the earth what sinks? Why is the earth turbid and filthy? Why is the sky pure and pure?"
"Why is the sky called heaven, and why is the earth called earth?"
After muttering to himself a few times, the young swordsman couldn't help but smile.
"No wonder...why those seemingly mindless ferocious beasts can be obtained from you. It turns out to be because they are easier to deceive."
He shouted towards the other side of the river: "Take me across."
No one on the other side paid attention.
He yelled again: "You are bent on using yourself as a cover-up to get yourself into trouble. When such an outstanding person as me comes to your home, haven't you realized that this is the way out for you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly fell into a trance.
No, it wasn't his body that was in a daze, it was everything except his body that was in a daze.
It was like it suddenly accelerated to the point where everything around it became a virtual shadow, and then turned into various colors that were difficult to distinguish.
When the young swordsman suddenly stopped, his long hair flew forward violently, like a seaweed that had been hit by a big wave.
This is a piece of flat land with no visible edges, so flat that it gives the impression that this is a project built by countless people over countless years.
But who would be so bored that countless people have spent countless years only tamping out a large piece of flat land? Apart from that, there aren't even any buildings.
"Are you dissatisfied with your name?"
the young swordsman asked.
A voice in the darkness answered him.
"I'm dissatisfied with the inversion."
The voice asked him: "When everyone was mixed together, there was no distinction between heaven and earth, between you and me, so it is fair. After the separation of heaven and earth, the sky is high, and I can only be trampled on by others..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the young swordsman.
"The first person to trample on you should not be human."
"you shut up!"
"Why?"
"I can shut you up."
"Then you're not bored? How long has it been since you had anyone to talk to?"
There was silence for a long time in the darkness.
"Well, you have courage."
"The same to you."
The young swordsman looked around and saw that it was flat and clean, so he sat down cross-legged with the long unsheathed sword on his knees. It seemed that the light on the sword was the only light in this place.
"Do you think it's fair?"
The voice asked again.
The young swordsman shrugged slightly: "I'm not interested in fairness or unfairness. I just want to see what you are like."
A black ball of light appeared in the distance, about a foot or so. It looked like light, but without any luster. It looked like... a very round preserved egg.
"Well......"
The young swordsman nodded: "So it's an egg."
The black ball of light stirred a few times, as if it was a little angry, but the anger soon dissipated, and was replaced by a quiet look at the young swordsman.
"satisfied?"
The young swordsman smiled and said: "Strong, beautiful, and strong in all aspects, he is also the best in the world."
Black Ball responded: "It's really good. Your physical condition surprises me."
The young swordsman hummed and said, "I'm very satisfied with what you said. Isn't it many times better than the snow ape you created before?"
Black Ball responded: "No, although people have superb minds, they are not strong in body structure. Just speaking of body, you are much worse than that snow ape."
The young swordsman frowned: "I'm not happy, so I refuse."
Black Ball: "What are you rejecting?"
The young swordsman replied: "I reject your request for mercy."
black
The ball paused again.
Then, Black Ball saw the light on the knife. It looked like the rising sun at first, and then turned into the blazing light at noon. No one can keep looking at the noon sun, not even chaos.
Datian Mountain shook violently, and a gap opened in the mountain. Many large and small stones rolled down from the top of the mountain, and then there was a mighty avalanche.
The old ghost rat lying on the desert was a little panicked when he saw the avalanche, but he still couldn't move or hide. He could only watch the snow rushing toward him.
The desert was a bit hot and the school was a bit cold, so the moment the two parties came into contact, a thick fog filled the desert.
Old Youshu felt like he was about to be steamed.
"Ah......"
he said to himself.
"So what if you go in? After all, people can't be too conceited... In the past, it couldn't get out even if it wanted to, but now you can't get out even if you want to."
Speaking of this, the old Youshu sighed, as if he was a little regretful.
Then, my stomach hurts, very painful.
The young swordsman may never come out again, but his belly won't close either.
It couldn't remove the restriction left on his stomach. After all, he was just a guy who couldn't even fight. The only thing he was good at was staying alive.
"Why...is this happening?"
The old Youshu's originally calm face showed fear and uneasiness again, and the fear and uneasiness in its round eyes became even stronger.
Because it not only felt pain, but also felt death.
Its fur, which originally looked very white and beautiful, is gradually losing its color. Although this process is not fast, it knows that this is life leaving.
It is not meant to die because it is not a living thing.
"Could it be..."
The old Youshu thought of a possibility, but he couldn't accept this possibility. How could a person win if he entered the Youquan, the land of chaos?
At this moment, a voice appeared in Old Youshu's mind.
"It's true that I can't win, but I just want not to lose... This is good, what do you think?"
Old Youshu replied with three words, which was very unpleasant to hear.
Its fur began to fade and become old at a faster rate. It was originally fair and white, but now it is gray-brown and dry.
"More than a thousand years ago, there was a saint named Jiujie who transformed into Heaven. I went up to see him. He was very strong... I knew I couldn't win against him. He has already transformed into Heaven. How could I win?"
"But it's still the same... My character is destined to be like this. I can't win and I don't want to lose, so he is for Zhentian and I am for Earth."
"I will live here. I will live here as long as he lives in Tianse. Youquan is better than the sky. It is very flat here."
After saying these words, the old Youshu heard another moan that seemed to be very comfortable. He could even imagine what the tired young swordsman looked like when he lay down on the flat ground and made this sound.
"Now there are people in the sky and people on the ground, one each... But this is just the beginning. In the future, more people will fly to the sky and more people will come to the ground. Believe it or not, they are all mortals. ?”
Old Youshu asked before closing his eyes.
"Did you kill him?"
"No, I just hurt him. I'm here to recuperate, and he goes back to recuperate. The next time, it will be the same again, back and forth, maybe forever."
The young swordsman said: "I will leave a voice in your mind. When someone finds this place in the future, I will tell him my story. If the entangled saint from a thousand years ago can leave the story, I must also leave it." , when future generations worship him, they must also worship me..."
"I have to tell that little guy. He keeps calling me Master Qian, Master Qian, but he never knows my name... This is not good. How can I praise my merits if I don't know my name?"
"My name is Qian Qingcang... Qian Qingcang of Wanxiang Sect. I like to fake death, but I won't fake death this time. I will live forever because I am... a very awesome person. .”
