The Thoughtless Sword was broken just like that. Then, it gained its true freedom.
The shackles of heaven and earth seemed to have been broken, and the sunlight became bright and spirited.
It was all because of the change in Jing Jiu.
An elegant and pure immortal aura emanated from his body.
He had become himself again.
Zhao Layue stared at his wrist.
The green rope of light was very faint and thin, and it was hard to notice if one didn't look carefully.
At this time, the green rope of light began to thicken and become more 'real'. As expected, as he really woke up, his consciousness began to become active, and the immortal will began to overflow, the new Inherited Heaven Sword also began to attack.
Everyone's eyes fell on his wrist, feeling very uneasy.
This was what they were most afraid of and wanted to avoid.
The Thoughtless Sword was broken, and the Snow Girl was not here. How could Jing Jiu resist the will of the Grandmaster?
Time seemed to be flowing faster. The green rope of light became more and more tangible, and gradually tightened, sinking into his skin. It looked very strange.
Jing Jiu's face was still pale, and his expression was still indifferent, but there was a hint of pain in the depth of his eyes.
Shen Aoyama looked at him in Silence, with sword light flashing in his eyes.
There was sword light in the distant sea.
There was sword light in the floating clouds high above.
The sword formation of the solar system was disintegrating, but the All Things Sword Formation was where he was.
Wherever his divine sense reached, it was covered by the sword formation.
The program that was trying to control Jing Jiu's body was the new Inherited Heaven Sword that he had forged.
The Inherited Heaven Sword was also part of the All Things Sword Formation.
No matter how strong Jing Jiu's will was, he could not resist such control.
And no one could interrupt the process.
Zhao Layue and the others looked even paler than Jing Jiu, but they could only stand there and watch.
The Snow Girl was not here, and it seemed that no one could stop it.
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In the distant space, on the other side of the sun.
The ellipsoidal super battleship had been dismantled into pieces.
The black monolith floated silently in the midst of the rubble. It was no longer as serene as it had been in the past. It was more like a dead object.
The Grandmaster of Aoyama really cared about Hua Xi's life and death and did not do anything.
Ah Da brought the gold-threaded ball here, and sure enough, the black stele calmed down.
But they also paid a huge price.
The Snow Girl was squatting on the surface of the monolith. Her whole body was wet, and her eyes were closed. She seemed extremely weak.
Sitting on the other side of the black monument, the Dead Dog breathed slowly with his eyes closed, recuperating from his wound.
Ah Da hugged the sharp horn on top of the stele and dozed off with his eyes closed. A lot of his long hair had fallen off and he looked extremely miserable.
Sitting on its head, Cold Cicada held the small hollow ball made of golden threads tightly, its countless nimble eyes expressing its fear and nervousness with a few glows.
Suddenly, the emotions in its eyes turned into confusion and uneasiness.
Ada opened his eyes and looked at the sun. His pupils were illuminated by the sunlight.
That was the color of fallen leaves.
It felt a strong sense of fear and uneasiness, meowing timidly.
The Snow Girl and the Dead Dog opened their eyes at the same time and looked in the direction of the sun, remaining silent.
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It was calm and peaceful.
The pile of sand was like a grave.
Two wheelchairs were next to each other.
Jing Jiu and Shen Aoyama were staring at each other.
Two formidable wills were confronting each other.
This kind of confrontation was both peaceful and exhausting.
His Dao Heart was being eroded by his indescribable Dao Heart, which was beyond the meaning of pain.
His face grew paler, and the expression in his eyes grew dimmer.
On the contrary, his eyes and brows grew clearer, more perfect, and more solid.
Both his slightly raised brows and the corners of his eyes showed signs of sharpness.
Even the fairy aura exuding from his body had been replaced by the sword lights.
His entire body seemed to be plated with a layer of metallic luster, and he was on the verge of turning into a human-shaped sword.
Seeing this, the crowd felt heavy and worried, because they knew that he was being controlled more and more.
It was as if the green rope of light was sinking deeper and deeper into his wrist.
It wouldn't take long before his awareness would dissipate, and he would turn into the All in One Sword again.
"This isn't something that can be resisted by wills, and it's not something that can be severed by sword wills."
Shen Aoyama looked at Jing Jiu and said, "Because it's not a chain, not a manacle, not even a sheath. It's your main program, and you were born to be controlled by it."
Jing Jiu said, "When the gods ignited those stars, this sword was nothing more than a sword. It didn't have any main program, and it didn't need to be controlled at all. It's just that this sword gave birth to a true spirit in the Chaotian Continent, and you picked it up. Worried that it wouldn't listen to your command, it spent so many years to come up with such a treacherous method. "
The meaning of this sentence was very clear.
All things were born free.
Shen Aoyama wasn't angry that the truth was exposed, and said, "But you can't get rid of this control in the end, unless your soul disperses and you die. But even if you die, I'll make good use of your body. "
The meaning of this sentence was also very clear.
All things should be used by men.
Jing Jiu looked at his right hand.
This hand was perfect.
Perfect in the literal sense of the word.
Anyone who saw it would be in awe of him.
In comparison to the youth in blue clothing in Building 720, this hand was more suitable for playing the piano.
Of course, this perfect hand was suitable for everything, like making pottery, drawing pictures, stroking one's face gently, patting one's back gently, and holding the sword steadily.
Looking at this perfect right hand, Jing Jiu recalled something.
Many years ago, he was brought to Aoyama by the Grandmaster Daoyuan from Zhaoge City and started to cultivate.
Let's not mention the stories of his previous life.
In this life, he came from the small village to the South-Pine Pavilion, and then entered the Shenmo Peak. Many scenes flashed before his eyes.
He used this perfect body to travel the world, attracting the gazes of countless people. He sat by the stream, soaked in the hot lava, and finally drifted up in the Fiend Prison …
He raised his right hand and slashed downward.
A bright sword light came out from the edge of his palm.
The sword light illuminated the sandy beach, the surface of the ocean, and heaven and earth.
There was a soft clank sound.
His left hand was cut off at the wrist.
The sand splashed.
The broken hand fell to the ground, a few drops of golden blood splashing up.
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Unexpectedly, the first swing of Jing Jiu's sword was not aimed at Shen Aoyama, but at himself.
After a moment of deathly silence, a few surprised screams broke out on the sandy beach.
Zhao Layue's face was pale, as she guessed what Jing Jiu intended to do.
The others had gradually figured it out as well, but they were still shocked when they saw the broken hand on the sandy beach.
Jing Jiu's body was very hard, and it had reached an unimaginable level after he ascended and became a fairy man. The laboratory of the Federation of the Milky Way tried their best to extract even a tiny bit of material from his body.
This was the first time anybody had seen such a serious injury on his body, from Chaotian to this world.
Nobody had witnessed it at the West Ocean. That person was no longer alive.
As his left hand was cut off, the green light rope dropped down and disappeared after being covered by the sand.
"If it were so easy to get rid of the control of the Inherited Heaven Sword, you wouldn't have hesitated until a moment ago."
What Aoyama said shattered the expectation of Liu Shisui and the others after the initial shock.
In the next moment, the green light rope appeared again.
This time, the green light rope came to the top of his left arm, near his shoulder.
If the new Inherited Heaven Sword were truly a shackle, it would be a shackle to his soul, which couldn't be removed by physical means.
Jing Jiu had anticipated this, so he didn't pay any attention to what his opponent said. He raised his right hand and swung it down again.
Another bright sword light came out from the edge of his palm and landed precisely on his left shoulder.
Crack!!! His left arm was cut off at the shoulder, making a thudding sound as it fell onto the sandy beach.
Regardless of whether his arm was cut off or not, his countenance was as nonchalant as before, and his movements were as natural as before.
It was not as natural as moving clouds and flowing water, but as logical as a program, with clear and coherent steps.
Even though the crowd had seen the scene of his arm being cut off, they were still stunned.
Even the Fairy Sword Master En Sheng, who had remained silent the entire time, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
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The fairy men didn't care about such a minor injury.
The medical and technological facilities in the Federation of the Milky Way were highly developed, and the bionic mechanical arms were quite useful.
Yet, it was still hard to imagine that one's arm could be cut off without even blinking his eyes.
More importantly, it was no ordinary immortal body. It was the most perfect body in the history of time.
The All in One Sword could survive in heaven and earth in the form of all things. After the Immortal Jingyang turned into a sword and was reborn, he became a perfect human body, both externally and internally.
In Chaotian, the people had different reactions when they saw this body. Some of them were silent, some of them were envious, some of them yearned for it, and some of them were intoxicated by it; but none of them felt jealous of it, because it was too beautiful.
To say nothing of the powerful sword body that was so sharp that nothing could break it.
Yet, the perfect body was cut into pieces by Jing Jiu and thrown onto the sandy beach.
It was like throwing away the trash.
Looking at this scene, everyone had extremely complicated feelings.
They felt a bit sad, a bit sad, and even a bit scared.
How merciless must he be to the world that he could be so cruel to himself?
"As far as Xi is concerned, the greatest possibility lies in his self-abandonment."
Jing Jiu wiped his hands on his clothes and continued, "Hence, he gave up his life in the galaxy beyond the fog."
Shen Aoyama pressed with a cold expression in his eyes, "So you are going to give up your body today?"
"The infinite possibilities are very attractive, especially when I'm facing the moment when I've lost all the possibilities."
Jing Jiu went on, "And I've cut off one of his arms, but he helped me. It's a good chance for me to pay him back today."
Shen Aoyama asked, "You'd rather give up your body than be controlled by me?"
Jing Jiu didn't say anything, because he didn't think it was necessary to explain, and he didn't have the energy to do so.
"I'd rather die than be free."
The voice of Liu Shisui was carried over by the seawater.
The Fairy Swordsman En Sheng lowered his eyelids slightly.
"Freedom?" Shen Aoyama asked in a mocking tone.
"Yes, freedom," Liu Shisui said earnestly while looking at him, "Why do humans cultivate? Why do they need to ascend? Why does Young Master want to live forever? It's because it's freedom from death. "
"I like what you said, but I didn't think too much about it."
Jing Jiu continued while looking at Shen Aoyama, "But you people always say that this body is a weapon left by god, the only way to deal with the Sea of Dark Matter, and the only hope for humans. I'm tired of hearing it, so I don't want it anymore. "
Having said that, he pinched his ear with his right hand and tore it off slowly.
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