When time stands still, everything stands still.
Even the hundreds of angels who were slowly descending in the beam of light on the side of the space crystal wall stopped in 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 person who thinks the most in this world. That's because before the night of Tianshu Mausoleum, he lived in the shadow of death all the time. Although he was free later, when needed, he quickly Then you can go back in time and make a decision easily.
When the Three Thousand Swords flew back from the night sky and were about to penetrate his body, he really thought he was dead.
On a spiritual level, he is dead, but on a physical level, he is alive.
There is a very fine boundary line between life and death, and there is a very mysterious state on that line, which can be understood as superposition or neither.
Being able to enter that state is actually not difficult. Perhaps every life will enter that state once at the end of its life.
The problem is that after life enters that state, it can no longer reverse back to the state of survival, but can only move forward, into the endless abyss, or above the sea of stars.
Exceptions are made only in very extreme circumstances, like tonight.
Those swords are all Chen Changsheng's swords, and they are connected with him, and it can even be said that they coexist with each other.
When Chen Changsheng entered that state, those swords naturally stopped.
Thus, 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 be dead or alive in the next moment.
The static 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, incomparably rich.
In the abyss beyond the magic flame, on the night-dark cliff, suddenly a verdant weed sprouted.
Time was no longer standing still, the world began to come alive again, countless exclamations sounded, and then became extremely quiet.
People felt that something happened to Chen Changsheng.
Mrs. Tang, Wang Zhice and the others felt more directly and accurately about this, because they had similar experiences.
The black robe's face became very ugly.
They saw the power of rules in Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng didn't fully comprehend this rule, let alone surpass it.
But that is the rule of life and death, which belongs to the category of time, and it is enough to comprehend only one percent.
enough for what
Chen Changsheng looked at the night sky.
Three thousand swords followed his gaze, whistling through the air, and entered the beam of light.
The beam of light was only a few feet in diameter. After the Three Thousand Swords entered, it seemed a little crowded, like a crucian carp moving forward in a narrow river.
Under the scouring of the beam of light, the blades of those swords kept trembling, but they didn't stop, desperately going backwards, as if they were about to turn into dragons and go away in the next moment.
The sword and the light kept confronting each other, splashing countless light chips, like magma, scattered everywhere in the night sky, making Xuelao City extremely bright.
Seeing this scene, people finally confirmed the conjecture, and were shocked speechless.
There was a look of envy on the face of the demon king.
Sitting in the wheelchair, Tang Thirty-Six patted his legs excitedly and kept shouting happily, "Awesome! Awesome!"
Really awesome.
After opening and closing his eyes, Chen Changsheng stepped over the threshold and walked into the scenery.
That landscape is sacred territory.
Has there ever been a young strongman in the sacred field like him before
How old was Chen Xuanba when he broke into the sacred realm
No one knows the exact answer, and no one cares about it at this point.
When Chen Changsheng stepped into the sacred realm, the first thing he did was to cut off the beam of light coming from the Holy Light Continent. Can he do it
"Do you think this is all right? How naive! If it is possible, why do you think Wang Zhice is standing all the time?"
The black robe stared at Chen Changsheng and shouted.
Her voice became very sharp and no longer as beautiful as before, which may also represent her mood at this time.
But what she said doesn't seem wrong.
That beam of light was really too powerful, and Sanqianjian struggled forward in it, trembling more and more violently, as if it might fall like a dead leaf at any time.
Neither Mrs. Tang nor Wang Zhice, nor Wang Po nor Xiao Zhang could help him.
The other end of this beam of light was inside his body, and if he wanted to cut off the beam of light, he would cut off his connection with the Holy Light Continent.
In a sense, he was fighting himself.
Then, of course, this can only be his own battle.
Chen Changsheng ignored the black robe, and looked at the beam of light calmly and intently. His gaze passed over the swords and landed on the mirror-like space crystal wall.
The light became brighter and brighter, he squinted his eyes and raised his left hand.
There are five stone beads on his wrist, and each stone bead is a heavenly book tablet.
Xu Yourong thought that he was going to use the Heavenly Book Tablets to meet the enemy, and planned to give him his own five Heavenly Book Tablets, but found that he didn't have such an idea.
The five steles of heavenly scriptures appeared in the Demon Palace, without forming a formation, and they did not isolate Chen Changsheng from the outside world, so it seemed very random.
To be precise, the positions of the four Heavenly Book Steles were random, and the last Heavenly Book Stele was clearly placed on his right hand side.
This Tianshu tablet is very familiar to Wang Zhice, because it is the one he put in Lingyan Pavilion back then.
He didn't know what Chen Changsheng wanted to do.
No one knew, not even Xu Yourong.
Zhizhi felt the call from the sea of consciousness, and when he walked to Chen Changsheng's side, he also looked bewildered, not knowing what was going on.
After finishing these things, Chen Changsheng held the hilt of the sword with his right hand.
No one knew what Chen Changsheng was going to do, and no one felt what it was. What is shocking is that the archangel on the transparent light mirror, who is still hundreds of millions of miles away from Middle-earth, seems to feel a strong danger, and a vigilant expression appears on his indifferent face, and he retreats to the rear.
"Are you ready?"
No one knew who Chen Changsheng was asking.
From the Tianshu stele on his right, Luoluo's somewhat confused voice suddenly came: "Sir, is that you? What's the matter?"
Chen Changsheng said: "It's nothing, you just need to be here."
He drew out Wugou Sword and slashed into the night sky.
The sword intent suddenly arises.
Sanqianjian regained his spirit, roared again, and slashed towards the end of the beam of light, continuously and endlessly, as if turning into a big sword.
This sword is really huge, from the magic palace on the ground to the night sky, piercing through the sky and the earth!
Chen Changsheng wanted to use this giant sword to cut off this beam of light!
The indifferent and condescending sense of being observed reappeared in the hearts of everyone.
Everyone vaguely guessed that it should be the god who opened his eyes again, although he may not have eyes.
It seemed that Chen Changsheng's sword had already threatened the plan of the Angel Legion's arrival.
An indescribable coercion came from a distant alien world, penetrated the crystal wall of space, and landed on the giant sword.
There was an extremely unpleasant sound of friction and metal bending in the night sky.
Chen Changsheng's face was pale, but his eyes were calmer.
Zhizhi stared blankly at him in the beam of light, not knowing what he should do.
Luoluo's anxious voice came from the Tianshu stele: "Sir! Sir! Are you okay? Talk!"
The sound of friction and metal bending gradually disappeared.
The giant sword is still facing the beam of light falling from the sky!
Chen Changsheng held on!
What a strong sword!
Back then on the snow field, the shocking sword that Su Li slashed was only of this level!
No matter how talented Chen Changsheng is in the way of swordsmanship, he can be called a master, but after all, he is young and has just broken into the sacred realm, so how can he unleash such a powerful sword
No one can figure it out.
Wang Zhice suddenly remembered a very ancient Taoist scripture, and thought about it.
He looked out of the beam of light at Zhizhi who was anxious and at a loss, and thought silently: "This is Qinglong."
Then he looked at the black Tianshu tablet again, and said in his heart: "This is the white tiger."
Finally, he looked at Xu Yourong, thinking that this is Phoenix.
Judging from the location, she was a little far away from Chen Changsheng, so she couldn't see anything special.
"The green dragon on the left, the white tiger on the right, and the phoenix... in my heart..."
Wang Zhice's eyes brightened slightly, and he said with emotion, "Amazing."
The sword, which even he admired, was naturally extremely powerful.
But this sword can still only form a confrontation with the beam of light from the Holy Light Continent.
Two unimaginably powerful auras are fighting in space with a distance of hundreds of millions of miles.
"You can't succeed! It's an insubstantial light, how can you cut it off!"
The black robe stared at Chen Changsheng's face, and shouted sharply: "Unless your real body can go hundreds of millions of miles away, and cut off the source of the beam of light!"
Sometimes the so-called one word becomes a prophecy, but the process of deduction and calculation is hidden.
The black robe is best at deduction and calculation.
When she said that sentence, it was very likely that she was most afraid of that kind of thing happening in her subconscious mind, but she didn't realize it herself.
So, that kind of thing really happened.
A sword light flashed across the night sky.
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