Chapter 177: Sword, seal, fight

This world is made up of upper edge.
The picture scroll universe is composed of the upper boundary, which is no different from the pure land of Lu Zhengkang or the of the pivot.
This upper edge comes from the declining universe.
The basis of existence is the upper edge.
And the movement of the upper edge presents the phase of the universe.
Time and space, matter, energy, concepts, laws...
The movement of the upper edge allows these existences to evolve.
Swordsman Mo Yun, after observing the battle between Buddha and Demons, he fully understood the truth.
The existence of the world is no different from my existence.
My heart is everything about me.
The heart can replace me, it can replace the universe.
Let matter and energy become my sword, and let time and space become my sword.
What if glaciers are just three parts of the world?
The sword beyond the gods-the universe in the heart.
The ink cloud dissolves in the raging sword aura, and this sword bloom spreads, and the glacier plants and air dust along the way are restrained and tampered with by Tyrant's sword intent.
This is the true sword of all things!
The foreigner Jiuhan opened his eyes wide, his eyes were blue and purple, reflecting the light of transcendence.
"What a beautiful sword... I can be safe..."
That sword air was like a dragon and rushed into the glacier of thousands of miles. In an instant, this came from the northwest, covering the boundless ice masses of the Western Regions, Shanxi, Gyeonggi, Liaodong, Shandong and most of Jingbei, and the smoke disappeared.
An ice dragon flew into the sky and disappeared.
Mo Yun lay on the ground.
The body was seriously injured, the meridians were broken, and he couldn't move.
He felt a gentle cold wind blowing on his face, and the tender hairs on his face swayed slightly.
The wind comes from the left.
The swordsman turned his head to look.
That foreign person Jiuhan, with Xiaoxue flying around, stood in front of Jiuhan as white as ice and snow, indifferent and arrogant as ice and snow.
She took Jiuhan's hand.
The light at noon, wandering enthusiastically, illuminating Xue Nu's skin translucently, and coating Jiuhan's withered face with a golden halo.
Two cruel and depressed weird people, they are at each other, showing the softest smile in this life and the next, they hold each other, stroll and disappear at the end of the wind and snow.
Mo Yun looked at a sword hilt falling on the ground, struggling for a while, stood up slightly, and threw himself down. The ground was so hard that he squeezed out a large mouthful of blood on his chest.
"I'm sorry, kid, I've used up your body... Hehe, I can't accompany you on the next road..."
The strongest swordsman in the world, Young Master Sword Mo Yun, smiled softly and passed away. The last bit of spirit was used to repair his body. In this unseen battlefield of gods and monsters, a hero ended.
In a blink of an eye, Wang Ping'an sat up blankly.
what happened?
Where am I?
In the long Taoist robe and wide sleeves, a few blades fell out and fell to the ground.
"The green dragon in the sleeve! Why is it broken?" The Taoist was distressed, and when he spoke, he immediately tasted the smell of his mouth, "Hey hey! Why is there so much blood on the trail?"
"Is it?" A possibility flashed through my mind, "Did I be beaten by the Buddha?"
boom--! ! !
"Happy! Come again!"
On the horizon, two giants were fighting each other, and the roar came from far away.
Wang Ping An was frightened by the loud noise, picked up the flying sword fragments indiscriminately, wiped the blood from his face, and started to escape from this dangerous place.
However, he only walked out a few steps, and stepped on some hard object under his right foot.
"Wow!" The Taoist priest fell down and rolled around with his ankle, "It hurts me too!"
He has suffered five fatigues and seven injuries in his body now, his internal qi is exhausted, and his skills are regressed. It is the weakest time. The fall is really not light, and he almost confessed his young life on the spot.
"Something tricked the Daoist!" Wang Ping'an fumbled, and found a sword hilt in the grass.
It is exactly like a sword hilt-shaped object carved from ice.
There is also lettering-Da Xuan Ning.
"Huh? Is this the kind of hilt in the sword mound?"
At this time, the hilt trembles slightly, pointing to the distant battlefield.
The battle between Xuefeng and Sun Lichai was vigorous, and their bodies were getting bigger and bigger, and they had already broken through the clouds.
Between the gestures, the violent storm moved, and the clouds on that day were all scattered, turning into white smoke between their fingers and ribbons between their waists and abdomen. The violent friction brought out electricity and crackled.
"Ok... so awesome!"
Wang Daoshi just glanced at him, but he didn't dare to take a closer look. He stared attentively, and he was immediately stunned.
It is said that there were giants in ancient times, such as Fangfeng family, Longbo people, etc. The pure and beautiful power of these giants makes people very yearning. Wang Ping’an also likes to read books such as "Shan Hai Jing" and "Lie Zi" on weekdays. I also praised the giants. Now, two giants really appeared in front of him, and his gall was cracked.
"Run and run!!!" The Taoist priest was so scared that he just took the road and fled. He even forgot about the Pure Land. After a panic, the squall line slowly moved over behind him, and the endless gust of wind rolled him up and flew straight away. The tall one was thrown backwards and headed towards the giant battlefield!
"Mom! Sanqing ancestor! Luyuan Bodhisattva! Save the trail!"
The screams disappeared in the wind.
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The world is made up of upper bounds.
But the upper edge also has a different state.
Its movement, marginal flow, can be regarded as another system.
Only the upper edge of the flow can burst into infinite existence.
And the world vanished by Fate and Flow will gradually become silent, and eventually return to nothingness-Fate.
The edge flow and the edge live, cyclically.
The upper edge is still the upper edge, but the universe will become a dead space in this cycle, constantly renewing-this process is very long.
The primordial spirit of the picture scroll universe maintains the flow of primordial flow through reincarnation, while the outer universe, although the flow of primordial flow is still there, has slowly slowed down. This state is no longer suitable for the existence of life in the active period of the universe.
If the upper edge of the picture scroll universe is like a turbulent river, then the upper edge of the universe is like a slowly moving glacier.
The picture scroll universe is like a small whirlpool on a glacier~EbookFREE.me~ There are many such small whirlpools.
In the upper edge of the picture scroll universe, Lu Zhengkang's pure land, the of the hinge, is like two soilless onions, with roots permeated.
The difference is that the Pure Land is even larger, and the Pure Land recognized by the Evangelion Yuan Ling has gradually become the universe itself, while the pitiful can only be curled up.
The upper edge has nothing to do with time and space.
Both the pure land and spread toward the past and the future.
The existence of Lu Zhengkang and Xiangshu also spread to the third generation.
Their confrontation is not only in space, but also in time.
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Zhuolu.
Dark clouds cover the top.
The two armies confronted each other in the wilderness.
Ji Xuanyuan stood on the Qibao Emperor's carriage, pressing the sword with his left hand and stroking his beard with his right, looking at Chi You in the distance.
This battle is indispensable and invincible! The territory of China, the civilization of China, hundreds of millions of people, civilization of all ages, this battle can be expected!
After repeated defeats, Chi You's army has become exhausted, killing the enemy to seize the throne, today!
Sincerely, this is a very close time.
In the open space between the two armies, a golden canvas flew out for no reason, whirled to the sky, and a faint roar came out. When the soldiers on both sides heard it, their eyes were red, their expressions distorted, and they were extremely painful.
The imperial chariot hung down Tao Xuanguang to protect Ji Xuanyuan, blocking the roar of Xiangshu for him, and the future Huangdi looked at the golden canvas from nowhere.
Behind him, Guang Chengzi narrowed his eyes and said softly: "The evil demon, the world is a disaster."
The roars that drove people's souls and minds were constantly surging, and the army on both sides was scattered, and the whole army was wiped out.
At this moment, the clouds broke through a circular hole, and under the light of the beam of light, a black ball fell like a meteorite and slammed into the drawing paper. The Xiangshu snorted.
The gold paper and the black ball disappear at the same time.