The fragrance of rice, the fragrance of wheat, the green grass, and the cauliflower is flourishing.&&

This field is very large and wide. I don’t know how many families it has supported, but I’m afraid it is not for the food supply of the entire village and town.

In the fish ponds dug out on the roadside, there are groups of fish swimming leisurely, and simple farmers are working in farming and picking mulberry trees in the distance.

The breeze stopped and stopped, and his vision was full of swaying rice ears, large golden fields.

This autumn is a pleasant harvest season.

The wind blows and flowers fall, who will the swallows return to?

Qingfeng holds the sword, and he always wants to hold it. Holding it is a safety and a habit.

"Why are you going to destroy the world?"

Qingfeng said to himself, he stopped at the ridge of the field and watched a fish swimming in the pond.

He couldn't feel the joy of swimming fish, nor did he know if swimming fish could understand his words.

"Splash" and saw that the fish seemed to be disturbed and penetrated into the bottom of the lake.

Sure enough, it doesn't understand Qingfeng...

"I?"

Qingfeng looked strange, he took a step in a daze, lowered his head and continued to walk forward.

There is a big river ahead of the ridge of the field, and there is no way to go...

That river feeds countless creatures and nourishes the fertile land. But it is possible at any time to expose its terrifying fangs to swallow everything.

Qingfeng never saw it because he never looked up.

The big river that blocked the way was nowhere to go.

Or maybe there is no long river there, otherwise, how did Shi Tian come?

He just talked to himself, saying something that others didn't understand.

Don't know... it's fate..."

Qingfeng lowered his head, was it silence or loss.

He stepped on the waves and chased the waves.

There is no way in his eyes, and there is no long river under his feet.

The river water surging, beating the embankments on both sides.

The farmers were laughing, and the laughter could not even cover up the rolling waves. But it happened to cover the whisper of the breeze...

............

"Haha, do you really don't know, or you just don't want to know."

Whose suspicion, with a faint irony and inexplicable sympathy, dispersed in the air.

Who is laughing wildly, like a madman, as if no one else was around?

What you are willing to face may not be happy.

Found a reason to do this does not mean that I really agree with this practice.

But in the face of a destined ending, how much effect can the original heart agree with it?

Just as a boy said - what I am getting out of the way is just a road...

Many mortals and immortals who attempt to surpass the peak always pursue the expected path.

But if the results are already destined, what's the point of going to the stubborn process?

Getting out of the way may not be a kind of sorrow, self-pity.

I let the road open, but I can't change the result...

"Sympathy, why do I want to sympathize with you? Hahahaha! Who is qualified to sympathize with me?"

"You want to be alone, hide outside with the beauty in your arms, and feel at ease."

"But I don't let you do it. He doesn't want to..."

Who is qualified to make a decision on behalf of others?

Who has the final say or not?

............

Nine flashes, nine copper rings are used to buy, and the innate spiritual treasure Nine Dragon Lock turns into a string of overly gorgeous bracelets, surrounding the right wrist.

Chu Xiang's figure was extremely dim and could dissipate almost at any time.

In his body, a certain light spot constitutes a unique space in the body. The sand of the Ganges River seems particularly bright. The bright spot, with a certain cycle rhythm, finally stayed in his eyes on his right.

He was laughing, looking at the little universe that had collapsed and was completely destroyed by the Gengjin sword energy.

Losing the eight-volume source power that makes up the body and being able to barely maintain its appearance is already a limit.

If he is stubborn in the body shape and state of a mortal, then his few combat power will definitely be weakened. But why should he care about the form that even the original body has been abandoned at will? Why does the original body of God still look like a human, rather than a sword?

Chu Xiang did not think deeply and never struggled.

He knew he had won, so he just wanted to laugh and laugh.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

He was laughing, facing the endless Gengjin sword energy that rushed towards him.

Laughing is a weapon, but for mortals, it is impossible to change the situation of war between the gods.

But when the large piece of sword energy, the Gengjin sword energy that was composed of 60% of the original power, was destroyed by the complete form of the miniature shrinkage of the universe, when it came to the vicinity, it seemed to be concerned about something, and instantly stopped and stagnated.

This picture is like a huge silver circular barrier around Chu Xiang, a hundred miles away, and both sides of the barrier are shining sharply.

Chu Xiang raised his right hand and covered it in front of him, perhaps because the light was too dazzling.

His body was trembling, not sure whether it was because his form was unstable or because he was laughing too fiercely.

His body was already empty and vast, like a fog. His only bright eyes would certainly not be blocked by his translucent arms. What blocked his sight was an overly gorgeous bracelet.

Dang, dang.

There was a crisp sound of tinkling and tinkling, and the bracelet made a pleasant sound as he could not suppress his shoulder trembling movement.

It was simply a girl's ornament, and the man disdained to wear it.

The silver-white sword energy is endless, but it dissipates in a moment, like a tide rising and falling.

The black void left a little silver light afterglow, which could make people see things.

Chu Xiang never put down his right hand, so I don’t know if he saw any changes in the Xiaoxinghai Sword Formation.

Three hundred and sixty-five Gengjin mountains gathered towards one place and gradually dissolved into a huge silver humanoid creature. God knows who can find so many Gengjin, I am afraid that the entire cultivation world will not be able to gather so many innate things.

Chu Xiang stopped laughing because he had already laughed enough.

He is not in a hurry, really is not in a hurry. The only thing that blocks this space is the Nine Dragon Chain and Gengjin Sword Formation, which is only used to kill. Now, nothing can stop him!

It must be admitted that the power of the sword formation is not because the formation itself is strong enough, but because the array material is extremely precious. How many innate Gengjin sword energy can be produced when the many Gengjin sword energy gathered together? It must be astronomical numbers.

The pile of Gengjin itself is already an extremely powerful treasure for killing, and there is no need to sacrifice and refine.

Being stronger than him is indeed stronger than him. One thing is to defeat another - being able to restrain Moxaro may be his luck, or it may be destined by heaven. Then being restrained by the sword formation is also a fate that he must face.

Fortunately, there is nothing left to keep him now. If you can't beat him, you can still escape, right?

From the perspective of mortals, this is what it means...

Not long after, in Chu Xiang's silence, a huge Gengjin puppet in the distance had taken shape.

It exudes endless silver slightness, which are extremely sharp innate golden sword energy.

The silver giant opened his silver eyes, and two silver divine lights shot out directly from the white eyes, first sweeping away Moksaro who was unconscious.

The aftermath of the battle just now was so fierce that it destroyed the world. The giant beast in the coma naturally suffered a lot. Thanks to his tough and terrible body, although he is now miserable and has countless wounds. After careful observation, he can find that except for his face, there is almost no one that is too heavy, which only hurts the fur.

Seeing that the strange beast was not dead, the giant no longer cared and turned to Chu Xiang.

His eyes were like two mirrors, with silver lights. The two cylindrical divine lights seemed to be able to penetrate the Nine Netherworlds and instantly enveloped Chu Xiang, without any lethality.

Chu Xiang is not Jiuyou, not that deep. But just by raising his hand, the other party couldn't see through it at all, and there was something hidden behind him...

Space forms the body, it seems that I have heard of it somewhere..."

"Young...Immortal. It seems that your feet have crossed the boundaries. Could it be that Moksaro is my pet?"

The buzzing roar was surging around the ears, and the sound produced by the metal vibration really made people feel dizzy. If a person with neurasthenia was afraid that he would go crazy if he just heard the harsh aftermath.

Chu Xiang didn't care, but he didn't put down his right hand.

Looking at his appearance, it seems that he is no longer showing off his new gorgeous bracelet, but concealing something-

"Your stuff...you, what's that..."

He was obviously extremely weak, but his tone was even more arrogant than the non-existent manifested by Geng Jin!
To be continued...