I can enter the past lives of all beings

Chapter 89 Wangchen Immortal Monarch, Sitting Wang, into the world of mortals.

Facing this shot that represents the speed of the world,
Song Youque's expression remained calm.

It seemed that everything in the world could no longer shake his sanity.

A hundred years have passed.

'Song Youque', condensed from the Supreme Heavenly Sword, has reached the pinnacle of cultivation, completely standing on the top of the world.

No one... can surpass it.

The bronze-colored supreme sky knife fell.

"Break the robbery."

The dazzling light of the knife is like the most concise knife in the world.Turn into the sharpest knife that can be issued in the realm of the primordial spirit, and turn into the most dazzling knife in the world...!

hum-

The fastest shot in the world collided with the most overbearing sword light.

The terrifying shock was like a circle of water waves, spreading throughout the city in an instant.

Countless Giant God clansmen were blown upside down, their houses collapsed, and the ancient city of ten thousand years was shaken into a mess.

When they finally stabilized their figure.

Song Youque's calm voice came from beside his ear, "As expected, you are also... in the True Astral Realm."

Real world?
Everyone was stunned and cast incredulous glances at Zhao Ling.

This female devil...is actually only in the real world?

How can this be?

They... absolutely do not believe it!

Only a few old people who survived the massacres in those years looked at Zhao Ling, who was dressed in a black robe and looked peerless, with wry smiles on their faces.

Don't believe it?
The peerless sword demon who slashed the heavenly sword 100 years ago is also in the real world!

Song Youque stood in the air, looking at Zhao Ling below, a strange color finally flashed in his eyes.

Scenes of past memories seem to reappear in front of my eyes.

130 years ago.

A handsome young man walked with his shoulders on his shoulders, and slashed at him four times for this woman.

100 years ago.

The sword demon came back to the North Land, carrying the Nine Nether Gate on his shoulders, forcibly burned everything in this life, and cut off his flawed body.

now.

She really came too...

These people seemed to be his opponents arranged by the heavens.It seems that his life full of infinite regrets is destined to appear one after another whetstone.

"Without you, how lonely Song would be in his life..." A sigh without any emotion.

The voice fell.

His figure moved suddenly.

The momentum soared, and the tall body suddenly swelled countless times in an instant.

Ten feet, one hundred feet, three hundred feet... In the blink of an eye, Song Youque turned into a giant of a thousand feet, exuding brilliance all over his body.

A divine power that seemed to come from ancient times was blessed on the body of the Supreme Sky Knife of the Northland.Let his [-]-foot body seem to be covered with a layer of light golden armor.

"Divine power!"

In the past 100 years, Song Youque's cultivation has already advanced further, completely merging the giant god and the divine power with one sword.

At this moment, he is an ancient giant living in this world.

"Roar--"

The ancient giant roared up to the sky, holding high the peerless sword.

He fell heavily to Zhao Ling who was on the ground.

This knife is like an ancient sacred mountain pressing down.

"This knife was created by me as an enemy of him a hundred years ago."

Song Youque's body of the ancient giant god resounded like a bell, resounding through the heaven and earth, "But do you... have his golden body, which is unparalleled in the world and can shake the sky with the power of nine dragons and nine elephants?"

The Baizhang Divine Sword crashed down.

"I do not have."

Zhao Ling stood on the ground with a spear in his hand.

He raised his head and quietly looked at the three-hundred-foot-tall giant above him.

Like an ant, facing an ancient god.

Tiny and powerless.

Zhao Ling held the spear tightly, as if holding the most steadfast force in the world, and resolutely struck out at the knife that blocked the sky.

One shot out.

The void seemed to be shattered inch by inch.

Zhao Ling closed and opened his eyelids, his pupils were icy cold, and the reddish-brown Zhan Qing Zhen Gang in his body seemed to be sublimated at this moment, and there was a hint of gray and white.

next moment.

On the front covered with red tassels, a trace of red dust suddenly emerged.

When people look at it at a glance, they can't help but think of forgetting the world of mortals.

"Sit and forget."

Zhao Lingfei stepped forward, facing the Baizhang magic knife like a giant tree, with a resolute and calm expression.

This shot is as high as a mountain and as far as an ocean... It's like walking to the end of life, sitting and forgetting everything before you can rest in peace.

This is a true sit-and-forget shot.

Being sent by Zhao Ling, it has already surpassed Yang Gang's Zuo Wang Yi Dao back then.

Only with such a shot beyond the limit, and she who has practiced the Art of Severing Love, can she compete with Song Youque, who has been invincible in the world for 300 years at her peak state.

ding~~
Swords collided.

Zhao Ling and the spear in his hand became one, with the spear as the head, like an indestructible iron needle, ruthlessly penetrated into the light of the hundred-foot sword.

ding ding ding ~~~
There were intensive impact sounds, flames splashed everywhere, and the sharp sharpness pierced everyone's eyes like needles.

But he was reluctant to look away, lest he miss this rare battle in this world.

A doubt arose in their hearts.

'Why... this woman, who has never appeared in the Northland, is so powerful? '

The power of this woman is really incredible!
However, it should be over, right?
I saw that ordinary long spear advancing inch by inch in the light of a hundred feet of swords.

at last.

With a bang, the terrifying knife light crashed down, drowning Zhao Ling's figure and the street buildings hundreds of meters around her.

Boom~~
Smoke and dust filled the sky, covering the entire area.

"it is finally over!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, with smiles on their faces.

"pole."

next moment.

A shocking edge pierced through the air.

Zhao Ling was drenched in blood, holding the ordinary long spear tightly in his hand. Under the blessing of Zhanqing Zhengang, he shot towards the sky three hundred feet tall and could shake the sky. There are shortages.

How could he easily admit defeat with the tenacity honed in the magic cave under the snow mountain for decades?

One shot after another, from weak to strong.It gave people a strange feeling, as if... She was imitating that person back then, walking the path he walked again!

With the true gang, cut the sky knife.

Complete this feat that is enough to shock the world.

"enough."

With a deep drink, the majesty like a god spilled over the Giant God City.

Facing Zhao Ling's seemingly tireless onslaught, Song Youque finally showed a hint of impatience on his face.

However, the pair of eyes are still as indifferent and ruthless as a heavenly being.

His figure suddenly shrunk, and he faced Zhao Ling with a sky knife in his hand, condensing his aura to the extreme.

then.

Suddenly cut out a knife.

"No shortage of!"

With a swing of the knife, the void shattered.

There is no shortage of a knife!

100 years later, the Heavenly Sword Song Youque truly reached the pinnacle of the sword.

This knife cuts out.

He seems to have entered a strange state.

The long knife in his hand slashed across a perfect width, and it fell on Zhao Ling in an instant.But it didn't cause any wounds, it didn't seem like it was her physical body that was cut.

Instead... it was chopped at her soul.

This knife, the world is perfect.As long as you belong to the world... no one can avoid it.

Song Youque sighed.

Looking at Zhao Ling, he shook his head and smiled lightly: "I have truly completed the Dao of the Sword and entered the realm of perfection. Even if he is resurrected... it is impossible to beat me again. In this world, I have no expectations in my heart..."

"No more regrets..."

"is it?"

Zhao Ling's calm voice sounded.

As if before answering Song Youque's words, "Compared to him, I don't have the golden body of the Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants, nor do I have the peerless talent...Compared to him, I am like a firefly competing with the bright moon, like a small fish." Facing the vast sea. Compared with him, I can only cut my heart out and rely on my previous life..."

"But..." An ordinary spear suddenly crossed an ordinary trajectory.

"Did you know? Ordinary people... can also kill gods!"

It was like the most ordinary shot in the world, appearing in Song Youque's chest without warning.

This gun is full of nostalgia in the world of mortals, full of the seven emotions and six desires of the world.

This shot is the accumulation of Wangchen Immortal III, turning Si Wang into the world of mortals.

Only by experiencing it can we know how to forget...

This shot.

It's called 'The Gun of the Red Dust'.

It landed on the sky knife Song Youque's heart with incomparable precision.

(End of this chapter)