The sword light was very faint, like the traces drawn by fallen leaves in the wind, you can't find it without staring at it.
With a soft chirp, a very thin sword mark appeared in the night sky.
The sword mark happened to be on the transparent light mirror.
The wine sac was cut open, and the wine would spill out.
The golden slurry poured down towards the light mirror like a waterfall, and the area of the light mirror in the night became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This means that the space crystal wall is becoming stable again, and that channel is disappearing.
That beam of light still connects the two worlds.
The archangel drifted away into the distance, with his thin lips slightly parted, he said something silently.
With a click, the far end of the beam of light suddenly broke from it, like an iceberg, slowly sliding down the smooth section.
Half of the beam of light fell into the empty space, gradually drifting away, until finally annihilated.
I don't know if the archangel and dozens of the fastest angels can survive the turbulent flow of space.
The worst thing was the more than 200 angels behind.
The beam of light breaks and then slides down, representing a dislocation in space.
Even though the angel's body has unimaginable strength, it is still difficult to resist this spatial dislocation and be cut apart.
The distant space is full of golden blood, burning into golden flowers.
The people on the ground couldn't hear what the angels were shouting, but they could clearly feel their pain from their distorted faces.
From nowhere came a low moan like thunder.
The croon was full of majesty, anger and indifference.
A bolt of lightning pierced through the night sky, landed on the top of the magic palace, and hit the giant sword accurately.
In the sound of rushing, the giant sword broke apart and turned into three thousand swords, falling like a rainstorm.
Chen Changsheng raised his scabbard.
The three thousand swords returned quickly and returned to their scabbards. Many swords still had white lightning residues on their bodies.
Chen Changsheng's face became paler and paler, until finally he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Fortunately, there was no second flash of lightning, nor did the moan sound again.
The space channel in the night sky has disappeared, and the beam of light has also disappeared.
God is not omnipotent.
All returned to silence.
The golden light mirror has now turned into countless crumbs, which are slowly falling, looking like fireworks.
Judging by the speed at which those shards of light fall, perhaps Xuelao City will be as bright as day tonight.
Apart from these, I can no longer see the remnants of the war just now, and I even have a feeling that the beam of light just now and those angel legions are all fake.
Everyone just had the same dream.
"Look, there's a star burning over there."
Suddenly there was an immature child's voice.
In Ye Xiaolian's arms, the little Taoist pointed to somewhere in the night sky and shouted.
Affected by that beam of light, the position of the stars changed slightly, but it was still the position of the Southern Cross, which could be seen very clearly.
There are no stars burning.
Wang Zhice and Mrs. Tang looked at each other and saw what each other was thinking.
Shang Xingzhou's ability to recruit students is really the strongest in the world.
Wang Po and Xiao Zhang also felt it, and then Chen Changsheng also felt it.
On the far side, in the sea of stars beyond the sea of stars, there are stars burning.
An ethereal sword intent looms among the burning stars.
Immediately afterwards, more and more people felt the sword intent, although they couldn't see the burning stars.
Even the gods cannot pass through the distance of hundreds of millions of miles, so why can the sword intent be transmitted here so clearly
Because that sword intent originally belonged here.
The Holy Light Continent can feel the holy light in Chen Changsheng's body for the same reason.
"This sword is so arrogant, no wonder people say that I resemble him."
Tang Thirty-Six beamed and said, very proud.
"What's going on here? Why is the Zhetian Sword there!"
The black robe looked at the night sky, felt the misty sword intent far away, and screamed, appearing a little hysterical.
"You think you can count all the people and the world, but you didn't count that His Majesty the Pope was able to break through the realm and enter the sacred place, and you didn't count that someone had gone to the starry sky many years ago. He might be arrogant in the Holy Light Continent. Living the day, perhaps quietly observing the other party, until the most critical moment before, when the most critical blow was delivered."
Old Mrs. Tang looked at the black robe and said, "And that man was raised by me with money."
People had already guessed who wrote the sword intent, but they only confirmed it after hearing the voice of the black robe and the words of Mrs. Tang.
Of course it was Su Li.
Wang Po smiled slightly, but did not speak.
According to Mrs. Tang, Su Li was raised by the Tang family with money. He had worked as an accountant in Wenshui City for many years, so it should be considered.
This is not the truth, at least not all of it, as long as you think about the second master of the Tang family who has been dead for many years, you will know.
Old Mrs. Tang knew that Wang Po's temperament would not deny it.
Su Li would definitely deny it, maybe even swear a lot of bad words, who made him not be here at this time
Tang Thirty-Six felt a little hot, and wondered if the mattress in the wheelchair was stuffed too much.
Even he felt a little hot-faced, and one could imagine how shameless Old Master Tang was when he talked about his enthusiasm and took credit.
However, at such an important historical moment, there is such a word spread that I believe that the Tang family will not collapse in the next thousand years.
For Mrs. Tang, such an opportunity cannot be missed, because he is a businessman by nature.
Apart from not counting Chen Changsheng's breakthrough into the sacred, Su Li's sword, and Mrs. Tang's shamelessness, there are other things not counted in the black robe.
The space channel is particularly unstable tonight.
The Angel Legion in the Holy Light Continent was nearly wiped out, not because of Su Li's sword.
No matter how strong Su Li's sword was, it couldn't be this strong, but his sword successfully cut off the beam of light, creating a dislocation in the space.
The mighty power of space is like time, it is difficult to resist, and those angels will die tragically.
According to her deduction, the space channel should be very strong, even if Chen Changsheng breaks into the sacred realm and Su Li comes up to the sky with a sword, it is impossible to break through it.
The reason for this is that the amount of holy light in Chen Changsheng's body has decreased a lot.
Chen Changsheng has been using his own blood to refine cinnabar pills continuously for ten years, even though the consumption was extremely high and his realm had not progressed.
Who could have imagined that such a result would eventually result.
Good man, it seems that there is really a reward.
Many eyes fell on Chen Changsheng with respect.
Chen Changsheng's gaze fell on the car outside the crowd.
"Master, have you already figured out these things?"
"Then, did you already make that kind of medicine long ago, but still let me keep making cinnabar pills?"
"Also, is the reason why you keep trying to kill me related to what happened tonight?"
Chen Changsheng knew that he might be thinking too much, and this kind of inference might just beautify the dead, but he still couldn't help thinking this way.
In this way, it is easier for him to convince himself that it is not that the master doesn't like him, but that there are some more important things that must be done that way.
There were no answers to these questions, and no one knew what Shang Xingzhou was thinking.
Just like at this time, no one knew what the black robe was thinking.
All plans failed, and the pursuit of a lifetime was ruined overnight, no one would be able to bear it.
Standing there, her despair had already turned numb, and she couldn't even feel any vitality.
Wang Zhice walked up to her, held her hand, and said, "Don't do this in the future."
After saying this, he nodded to Mrs. Tang and Chen Changsheng, and then walked out of the hall wearing a black robe.
Heipao lowered his head, looking very honest, like a naughty child brought home by his parents.
The magic hall was unusually quiet.
Ling Haizhiwang and others looked at Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng looked at the stone steps, thoughtful.
The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face rattled, he didn't know if he was panting heavily or what.
Wang Po looked at the ground under his feet, not knowing what he was thinking.
Old Mrs. Tang closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.
Finally a voice broke the silence.
"Wait."
Tang Thirty-Six looked at Wang Zhice and said calmly, "Master Wang, what do you mean?"
Chen Changsheng looked away.
Xiao Zhang screamed strangely.
Wang Po raised his head.
Old Mrs. Tang opened his eyes.
They all looked at Wang Zhice.
This is attitude.
"She is my wife after all, and... the human race really owed her brothers and sisters too much."
Wang Zhice said to everyone: "I have abolished her cultivation base, and I will take her to clean up and make atonement in the Jialan Temple in the future, and I will never let her do harm to the world again."
Old Mrs. Tang and Wang Po could naturally see that the moment Wang Zhice took the black robe's hand earlier, the black robe's cultivation base was abolished.
People didn't know what to do, but Wang Zhice's attitude was very clear and sincere, and the reasons seemed to be sufficient.
More importantly, he is Wang Zhice.
General He Ming and other military generals, even Taoist Si Yuan and Archbishop Yu Lin felt that it seemed feasible to do so.
"no."
Xu Yourong's voice was calm and firm.
Tang Thirty-Six said: "The one who owes their brothers and sisters is you, Emperor Taizong, and those people in Lingyan Pavilion, but not us. We are still young, and we have not done too many disgusting things like you. We Why should you take responsibility for your mistakes?"
Zhizhi hid behind Chen Changsheng, looked at Wang Zhice and said, "This liar who is full of lies cannot be trusted at all. Who knows if he will let his wife go as soon as he leaves the city."
Wang Zhice ignored them, just looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "If you were in my position, what would you do?"
Chen Changsheng finally spoke.
"In Baidi City, Senior Bie Yanghong once asked me a question. We mentioned it just now. Now that I think about it, this question is also very suitable for you."
"We've got the answer, you're just pretending not to see it," he said.
Xu Yourong was going to kill him just now, and then committed suicide.
His answer was, if you really feel indebted to the Zhou Dufu brothers and sisters, then so be it.
The magic hall became quieter, a little cold.
"The person I want to take away, who can stay?"
Wang Zhice's voice was still calm and his tone was very gentle, but everyone felt the pressure.
After hundreds of years of wind and rain, none of these people except old Mrs. Tang has seen Wang Zhice's demeanor tonight, but who dares to despise him
No reason is needed, just his name is enough.
He is Wang Zhice.
At the beginning in Hanshan, he appeared, and the devil retreated, and later in the snowy field, he appeared, and the devil was silent.
Not to mention the scene that happened just now.
Even if Heipao was seriously injured by Frost Remnant's Divine Spear, even if she lost her mind and mind, but holding hands can cripple Heipao's cultivation, who in the world can do that
No one present is his opponent.
Xu Yourong knew that Wang Zhice had reservations tonight, so he didn't make a move.
She even believed that even if Chen Changsheng and Su Li failed to cut off the space passage, Wang Zhice might have other methods.
Wang Zhice's strength is really unfathomable.
As he himself said.
Who can keep the person he wants to take away
"I want to try."
Wang Po walked to the arena and said to Wang Zhice.
More than ten years ago, there was a storm in Xunyang City. At that time, Wang Po was already a world-renowned master, but he was far less powerful than he is now.
At that time, for the sake of Su Li, whom he didn't like, he dared to draw a knife at Zhu Luo.
Let alone now
In the wind and rain in Xunyang City, there was another person present today.
Chen Changsheng said, "I want to try it too."
As his words fell, the clear light illuminated the night hall, and several treasures rose into the night sky, exuding a sacred and powerful aura.
Star Core, Dark Willow, Map of Mountains and Rivers, Tianwai Seal, Falling Star Stone, Bright Pestle.
The Li Palace formation has been completed.
The sacred scepter of the state religion appeared in Tang Sanshiliu's hands again.
"This world is made up of countless living beings. They are not cold stones, they are made into pawns and become part of the game you play."
He said to Wang Zhice: "You should show more respect to those who died because of your wife."
It is not enough to abolish the cultivation base and confine the mountain temple.
More respect means: life for life.
Xiao Zhang came out holding the Shuangyu sharp gun.
Old Mrs. Tang was expressionless.