Fu Canglu

Chapter 605 I Have a Bright Sword, I Give It to the World
Jian Zongming looked at the black robe who fell on the ground, feeling angry and funny, he was speechless for a while, after thinking about it, he felt that it really looked like that person's demeanor.

He kept holding Dugu flat with one hand, and sighed softly: "It's a pity for these good fortunes, I have waited for so long, and the time agreed with 'that person' back then has come. I can't wait for the next ten years, I can't wait for Li Changge, and I can't wait for you, the 'new overlord'."

He turned his head and stared at Yi Xiao's coffin.

The black robe not far away said quietly: "I can't beat you, and I won't just melt all these good fortunes like this. I'm not a fool who ate these. Even if I don't get stuffed to death, am I still me? I've fulfilled you , or fulfilled the teacher?"

Jian Zongming smiled after hearing the words, and said: "You still know that you are fulfilled, Yuan Tiangang seems like you are not a fool, in this case, why not draw your sword, like in the last reincarnation, if you block everything, you can level it with a single sword. "

The black robe said sadly: "If you stand in the way of everything, you can level it with a sword. It is easy to break, and some things can only be compromised."

Jian Zongming thought about it.

He asked softly, "Like this coffin?"

The black robe was silent for a moment, then nodded: "It's like this coffin."

"I see. I won't make things difficult for you."

Jian Zongming nodded, he glanced at the black robe sitting on the ground, and said, "Let's go."

The black robe was slightly startled, a little dazed.

He looked at the man in white standing in front of the coffin, waited for a while, and found that the man didn't move at all, and confirmed that he was not joking.

Then the black robe was a little confused, and slowly read a word.

"Walk?"

Then he asked suspiciously, "You want to stay here?"

Jian Zongming glanced at the black robe sitting on the ground, hummed, and flicked his fingers lightly, the invisible "karma" suspended in the air flew around back and forth, the white robe fluttered with the wind, and the sand particles and sword energy shuttled together .

In the entire Tianmen, it seems that something is slowly rising and waking up.

"buzzing"

Jian Zongming slowly closed his eyes, and said something softly.

"The time of Tianmen is eternal."

The black robe was still a little dazed.

Then the pair of beautiful eyes under the black robe seemed to understand something, and the pupils shrank slightly.

Jian Zongming continued to say in a soft voice: "In this world, there are very few places where time is eternal."

Apart from Tianmen, there is only Jian Zongming himself who was cut off from the world by "karma".

There is one more place.
ghost door.

The white robe of the Lord of the Great Brightness Palace was tossed lightly, he said with a smile: "I have been to Longmen, there seems to be some time problems, these three places are very special places, if you save the sword here The weapon can make the sword 'permanent youth', unlike people, the soul in the sword will not collapse because of boredom, the longer the years, the more lonely it is, the stronger the sword embryo itself will be."

Therefore, in the eternally static Nanhai Liuxian Monument, in the excised part of the "Frozen Space", the unique sword weapon "Cause and Effect" can be bred.

The body of the black-robed "Overlord" trembled slightly. "He" already understood what Jian Zongming meant, but he still couldn't accept it in his mind.

"These three gates, whether they are the Heaven Gate, the Ghost Gate, or the Dragon Gate, are just gates."

"The existence of the door is to lead to a certain place."

Jian Zongming sensed the irregular vibrations around him, and countless grains of sand began to tremble slightly. These dusts, which were very similar in texture to the Longmen Desert, were like different derivatives produced by the "gate" in different periods.

He raised his arm slightly, and the sword energy suddenly burst out.

The black robe exclaimed, and countless black lines densely covered all the space in front of "him" in an instant, and the whole world became extremely dark. Countless black lines wrapped into a square hexahedron, everything, Air, dust, land, snow foam, all cut into nothingness.

Then Jian Zongming flicked his fingers lightly.

The black thread spins rapidly, stripping the entire space, sending this "Black Robe Overlord" who is just a naive child who is unwilling to blend with good fortune in Jian Zongming's view, away from Tianmen.

The Lord of the Great Brightness Palace smiled slightly, and turned his head to listen to the silent and stern sound of the sword, like the most beautiful music in the world.

The sword handed out at the Sword Tomb back then.

Now it has become thousands of swords.

In the past, the sword was thousands of miles away, but now it is as thin as a thread, spreading out, some are as thick as a child's arm, and some are rushing like a river, climbing and spreading along the stone wall of Tianmen, like a dark and poisonous "climbing tiger" , The entire Tianmen was swallowed up in an instant.

Climbing over the sarcophagus, over the withered grass, over every particle of dust suspended in the air, engulfing the stone wall, engulfing the glazed snow scene of the dome
So the world was dark.

There is only one ray of light.

Jian Zongming's white clothes fluttered in the darkness, like an ancient lamp, but it burst out with dazzling light.

In a thousand-year-old dark room, one light is bright.

He stretched out a hand, as if pushing something.

It was a door to nothingness.

Jian Zongming stood in the darkness, he slowly raised his head, his gaze swept from bottom to top, as if he had outlined the outline of the door.

No one knows how high that door is.

Since it is the gate of nothingness, it should be thousands of miles away and as high as the sky.

But Jian Zongming slowly raised the "lonely" hand that had been lying on his back, and then lowered his eyebrows.

So this door became a short door, a door that was not as tall as Jianzong Mingjian.

His hand stopped behind the door, and he didn't rush to exert force, but waited for a moment.

What's behind the door?
For countless years, those who have the qualifications to open this door have fallen into the entanglement of this problem.

Some people are immersed in the greedy desire to get "eternal life", and some people are afraid that after opening the door, they will be doomed.

But one thing is beyond doubt.

Once the door was opened, there was no turning back.

Jian Zong knew what was behind this door.

There are wave after wave of old monsters, there are those who have begun to symbolize the great world, and those who are older, the demon monk Xu Xianfo, the Taoist Zhang Xuansheng, the big figures of the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, those originally sacred faces eventually become ridiculous What's abominable is Hou Qing, Ying Gou, and generals who are not afraid to show their ugly faces to others, and are dedicated to deceiving people's hearts and eating their guts.

But that's not all behind this door.

The door exists before the first person enters it.

His fingers were trembling slightly, and the palm touched the door, and strands of darkness overflowed.

In Jian Zongming's palm, the flawless skin of glaze was stained with ink that penetrated to the bone.

Karma's sword intent trembled slightly, completely erasing the wisp of ink intent.

"It's disgustingly filthy."

Jian Zongming spoke indifferently.

He knew what this wisp of ink meant.

It is behind the door, the so-called eternity.

Immortality, immortality, and immortality are also "decay" in another sense.

The man standing in front of the door seemed to have been thinking for a long time.

He flicked his fingers lightly, Suzaku's blood, Bodhisattva's blood, those good fortunes that had been stored for a long time, all lingered around him, and the white clothes radiated light. These were like the flickering flames beside the day lamp, illuminating the world as well.

He's ready to open the door.

Jian Zongming lightly swiped two fingers from top to bottom.

This door can be pushed open.

But it was cut open by the extremely powerful sword energy
The countless ink qi overflowing from the pavement, were chopped off by the sword intent of cause and effect, and burned into nothingness, complete nothingness!

Standing in front of the door, Jian Zongming was bathed in countless unexplainable auras that poured down from three feet in front of him. All were cut open by "cause and effect".

The "cause and effect" guarding the top of Jian Zongming's head, at this moment, the power of the gods is greatly shaken, the invisible sword body is constantly trembling, and the sword energy is like a big tripod, or a divine bell, and the vast thunder is deafening. The sword energy will sweep away the darkness and restore the light to the three feet of the world.

Jian Zongming smiled coldly, maintained the movement of raising Dugu with one hand, stretched his hand slightly backward, and the invisible sword energy seemed to be pulling the coffin of His Royal Highness.

One person, one coffin, move towards the back of the door.

The most extreme darkness in the world covers all the light of Jian Zongming, like a big hand covering it, clenched tightly, but unfortunately it can't completely extinguish the light, there is still a ray of light emerging from the gap between the palms, and more For glare.

The sound of heavy breathing, hot panting, flowing like a tide.

Jian Zongming himself is the greatest light in the world, but the coffin pulled behind him seems to be darker than the darkness in the ghost gate.

He stopped suddenly.

The power of cause and effect is not used.

Instead, he held up the handle of Dugu.

Jian Zongming's voice echoed throughout the "Ghost Gate Dojo".

"I have a sword, who will die?"

No one responded.

The sound of heavy breathing is in the ears.

The hot panting was like flames.

The tides come and go, and go round and round.

Jian Zongming laughed lightly.

The sword energy burst out, shining brightly.

With a sound of "boom", the world behind the door seemed to be lit up by fireworks. Jian Zongming raised his head proudly and contemptuously, and looked at the densely packed figures who were crowded within ten feet of him, but stopped three feet away. .

After the catastrophe of the ghost gate, the time is getting shorter and shorter. Whether it is the seal of the eight or nine immortals, or the Yangshou formation of the sword master, they have almost been worn out.

There are rumors in the world that someone can "suppress robbery with one person".

At that time, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was about to attain the six supernatural powers, and then he could clean up the dojo of ghosts and achieve "one person suppresses calamity".

Now, there is one person standing here.

He held Dugu, his white clothes fluttering.

"I have a sword to send you to death."

The sword light flashed suddenly, and countless black lines flashed past, cutting countless distorted and painful faces, and all the causes and effects within three feet away and ten feet away were chopped into pieces.

Some people howled, some wailed, some cursed, all of these turned into burning flames.

For the first time, light set foot in this eternally dark land.

Such as fireworks in the daytime, gorgeous and beautiful.

When the "karma" of immortality is cut off, the immortal can be killed.

Three feet away, within ten feet, everything turned into nothingness.

In the sky, on the ground, and in the entire world, there are wisps of tiny invisible black threads falling from the sky. At this moment, no matter whether they noticed it or didn't notice it, they all heard a slight sound.

Like a sword cry.

It was a ray of light, cutting away against the black line.

Cut these black rain lines, against the grain, invisible and silent.

Chilling and quiet.

Like a song.

Leave it to the world to hear.

(End of this chapter)