To control ten thousand swords at the same time requires ten thousand spiritual senses. Who can have such powerful spiritual senses? Even if Zhou Dufu was revived, he might not be able to do it, but Chen Changsheng did it, so Teng Xiaoming was shocked, but more at a loss, he couldn't understand this matter.
When Chen Changsheng was in the library of the Orthodox Academy for the Destiny Star, Chen Changsheng's spiritual consciousness was scattered in the night sky above the capital, and the Holy Queen watched the stars at night. He once made such an evaluation-this person has strong spiritual consciousness and peaceful consciousness. , It is extremely rare, I am afraid that it is an old master who has studied hard for a hundred years. Once he understood the truth of heaven and earth, he has such good luck. In this evaluation, the Holy Empress compares Chen Changsheng with Wang Zhice, who enlightened overnight and starred in the night capital. One can imagine how strong Chen Changsheng's spiritual consciousness is, but no matter how strong it is, it cannot be stronger than Zhou Dufu. The reason why he can Dividing the consciousness into ten thousand ways, the key point lies in the last sentence of the two comments of the Holy Empress.
How many paths the consciousness can be divided into has nothing to do with the strength of the consciousness itself, but only with the stability of the consciousness.
A peerless powerhouse like Zhou Dufu naturally has a spiritual sense that is countless times stronger than Chen Changsheng's. That kind of spiritual sense is like a hard and huge rock, which can be divided into one, two or even dozens of roads, but there is no way to last forever. The ground is scattered, and there will always be a certain moment when it becomes fine gravel, and there is no way to cut it into smaller gravel.
Chen Changsheng's spiritual consciousness is extremely peaceful. Although it cannot be as indestructible as Zhou Dufu's level, it is softer, not like a hard rock, but like water, which can be divided into countless drops and turned into water drops Turning into water mist, it seems that it can be divided endlessly.
Countless swords flew around the mausoleum, falling towards the tide of beasts from time to time, bringing up a rain of blood, or encountering extremely strong resistance, some dilapidated old swords were broken again, and it looked a bit horrible. When the beast hordes just started fighting, dozens of the fastest and relatively best-preserved swords, led by Shan Haijian and commanded by Chen Changsheng's divine sense, focused and resolutely flew towards the depths of the grassland. At this time, they finally Came before the bullock.
The bullock's rice-like eyes exuded a cruel glint, and the thin tail tightly connected to the horn was stretched very tightly. The surrounding grass had already died down because of the violent aura emanating from it. Countless dense and slight hissing sounds burst out in the air, and the thousands of black hairs on its tail turned into almost invisible sharp arrows, shooting towards the mausoleum.
Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang! A series of crisp crashing sounds sounded from the depths of the grassland, and those sounds seemed to be squeezed together into one long sound.
Dozens of sword lights flew out like lightning in the air several miles in front of the bullock, and the sword's momentum melted out, drawing countless dense circles of light in the air. All the thousands of black hairs shot by the bullock were blocked by the sword lights. In an instant, thousands of tiny white air swirls appeared in the air, which were the result of the encounter between swords and black hairs. There were many line-like cracks on the ground of the grassland. Drilling deep into the wet mud, it was torn into silk flocks.
The Shanhai Sword did not block those black hairs that were shot at the mausoleum from dozens of miles away, and violently rushed out from those sword circles. The heavy black iron sword broke through the air, making an earache whistling sound, condescending and direct The unicorn that slashed at the bullock's head was exactly the slashing sword that Su Li created himself!
The grassland is full of the sound of sword blades and tough animal skins being cut, splashing meat balls can be seen everywhere, countless sword lights are gradually dimming, countless monsters fall at the foot of the mausoleum or deep in the water plants, the light rain around the mausoleum Still going underground, when will this rain of swords in the grassland stop
Nanke still kept his eyes closed, the soul tree in front of him became brighter and brighter, the light was as white as milk, and his little face was even paler under the light. Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er were protecting her, exuding a powerful and decisive aura, and did not let any sword approach her body.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally opened her eyes, and the drizzle fell on her face. The green flames in the depths of her indifferent eyes were not extinguished by the cold rain. A sacred golden light was emitted, and the golden edge was eroding into the depths of the greenery.
Chen Changsheng also opened his eyes, looking at her floating in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.
The two looked at each other quietly without speaking.
Nan Ke regards herself as the successor of Zhou Yuan, and her method comes from the prohibition left by Zhou Dufu back then. Those prohibitions have left these ten thousand broken swords in the Zhou Garden for hundreds of years. Today, if Chen Changsheng wanted to rely on and leave with that ten thousand broken sword, it would inevitably destroy the foundation of Zhou Yuan, which was something she could not allow. So even at the risk of being beheaded by Wan Jian, she had to wander around the world before and use the most powerful method to kill Chen Changsheng, recover Wan Jian, and restore the grassland to peace.
Of course, Chen Changsheng would not accept this arrangement, whether it was the arrangement of fate or the arrangement of Zhou Dufu before his death.
The war between Wan Jian and the beast tide is still going on, but in such a short moment of looking at each other, it is unknown how many tragic and bloody scenes happened. The two sides in this war are the sword and the beast. There is no one, and naturally no one speaks. Only the roar of the sword and the roar of the beast. There is no sound of killing, but the killing intent is soaring on the grassland.
Not long after, the beast tide gradually calmed down, and then slowly receded towards the outside of the mausoleum. I don't know if it was because they found that it was impossible to break through the ten thousand broken swords outside the mausoleum, or because Nan Ke issued an order through the soul tree, or they I vaguely sensed something.
Chen Changsheng raised his right hand, the drizzle fell on his hand, and the countless swords in the grassland returned accordingly.
Tens of thousands of low-level monsters died. The eerie and treacherous earth cat first tried to sneak attack Chen Changsheng, but was successfully countered by Chen Changsheng. It was severely injured by the Mountain Gate Sword. Standing upright like a human, hugging the thigh of the beast, staring at the mausoleum resentfully, making angry chirping noises, as if complaining.
The huge mountain-like body of the inverted mountain fang is extremely eye-catching in the sea of beast tide, but now there are at least thousands of deep or shallow sword marks on the surface of its hard body, and some swords have successfully broken through its terrifying defense , injured its flesh and bones, dripping with blood, dripping down to the ground along the broken stone edge in its hand.
The bullock in the depths of the grassland seemed to be the least injured, but most of the black hairs on the tail had been shot out, leaving only a few clumps. It looked as if it had been burned, mottled, very miserable, It's ridiculous again, and it's no longer as scary as before.
Countless swords flew back to the mausoleum, and some swords were broken again, except for the hilt, only a short piece remained. It looked equally bleak and sad, and some swords were hit by the venom of monsters, and the rust was eroded It fell, and the brightness was restored again, but it was a bit unbearable, and it was crumbling on the way.
Not a single sword fell into the grassland and just fell, because when those swords were about to fall, other swords would fly over and hold them from below, even if they were beaten by monsters in the battle before. The swords that were broken and stepped into the wet mud were also picked out from the ground by other swords, and the swords matched each other and flew back to the mausoleum.
This scene is easily reminiscent of the real battlefield. Under the blood sun, listening to the sound of victory and returning to the camp, the wounded and exhausted soldiers had no strength to cheer, and supported each other, slowly walking back to the barracks , The wounded soldiers unable to walk were lifted up by the comrades with simple branches.
Chen Changsheng didn't leave a sword on the grassland, which seems a little touching, but Nanke will not give birth to this kind of cheap passion in her opinion, what she sees from this scene is Chen Changsheng's strength , being able to persevere until now is rare in the world, and she admires it very much.
But the more you admire, the more you want to die.
The dark green flames in the depths of Nanke's eyes were already as sacred as gold, and an indescribable holy aura emanated from her petite body. At this moment, it was hard to feel that she was the princess of the demon clan, but More like the saint in Nanxi Zhai.
The terrifying shadow had completely fallen behind her.
Behind her is the grassland on which the sun never sets.
That shadow once covered half of the sky, and when it fell, it covered the entire grassland. The dim light from the setting sun in the distance fell on the shadow, as if it was absorbed instantly, without any refraction, just disappeared without a trace .
At this time, blood was everywhere on the grassland, and the shadows undulated slightly, as if they were about to come alive because of the blood.
The light of the setting sun was no longer swallowed, and mixed with the blood, turning into gold, which was the color of the flames in the depths of Nanke's eyes.
The edge of the shadow was plated with a gold border, and the shape was gradually outlined, and as it danced slowly, the shape became clearer and clearer.
That is a pair of wings. A pair of golden wings.
This pair of golden wings is extremely huge, its length is unknown thousands of miles, straddling the sky and the earth.
The golden-winged roc finally showed its true face.
With its appearance, the sky and the earth changed color, and the dark clouds that had just gathered above the mausoleum dissipated in an instant.
All the monsters lowered their heads in fear, and descended into the bloody water and wet mud and grass in what they thought were the most submissive attitudes. The tide of beasts set off waves one after another. Kneeling humbly in the shadow of Dapeng.
The setting sun was behind the roc, and countless rays of light overflowed along the edges of its wings, turning into countless light flakes in the sky.
This scene is so beautiful that it is unreal, just like the mythical picture described in the Taoist scriptures of the state religion.
In fact, there is indeed a mural in the Guangming Hall of the Li Palace, which depicts the vision of heaven and earth when the golden-winged roc was born in Guangyun in ancient times.
The golden-winged roc, from the moment it was born between heaven and earth, almost stepped into the sacred realm.
Whether it is myth, legend or reality, the golden-winged roc is a mythical beast on the same level as unicorns and sparrows, only inferior to dragons and phoenixes.
Chen Changsheng looked at the golden-winged roc covering the sky, and remained silent.
From the moment he saw that shadow, he had been waiting for this moment to come.
However, like death, no matter how much you prepare, when it comes, you will find that you are still not ready.
Now, he has such a feeling.
This golden-winged roc seemed to be death.
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