The collision of the All in One Sword, the explosion of the nuclear furnace, and the shapeless sword named the "Shadow of Death" had caused a violent turbulence in the space of the universe.
The battleship slowed down, and the laser beams became thinner. Even the shadows of the grandmasters of Aoyama among the stars were gradually dispersing.
As far as the ascendants were concerned, what Jian Xilai said before his death had shocked them even more.
The Cultivation practitioners who could ascend from Chaotian were all the true immortals, possessing wisdom beyond the imagination of mortals, regardless of what kind of wisdom they had.
Looking at the half of the corpse in the distance that looked like a sleeping bird, the people fell silent, each of them having different thoughts.
The Grandmaster of Zen thought of his guide, the Sage Ceng, who was pondering the chess game under the ground of Planet 857 and had no idea what had happened in the outside world.
He decided to change his name and then go to kill the Sage.
The stone man of Chen Wu Mountain flew toward the battleship while holding the severely wounded General Li in his hand while enduring the excruciating pain in his back.
He decided to go to the No. 2 Forward Base to find that young man who used the broadsword and fight with him.
The thin ice melted gradually, and the Formation of Sealing Ice of Thousand Miles was in the final stage before its collapse. The bewilderment and indifference in Hua Xi's eyes grew more intense, showing a painful expression.
In the suite of the 857 Base, Jing Jiu told her that he was a human being as long as he was alive, and he had told her that he was a human being. She told him that the humans didn't think so.
Jian Xilai was a member of the human race, and a member of the upper class. He cast his vote and stood on the side of Jing Jiu.
This was the first vote obtained by Jing Jiu.
His mood hadn't changed much because of Jian Xilai's death, at least on the surface.
The explosion of the nuclear furnace provided endless light and heat, which made him feel a bit warm. It also interrupted the torrent of information from the human civilization entering his mind for a moment, making him more clear-headed. As a result, he had the last few words with Jian Xilai. Normally, he should have tried to escape or counterattack in such a rare moment of clear-headedness; but he used it to talk to Jian Xilai without using his spiritual awareness. The conversation had to be heard by the universe, and he and Jian Xilai were both people of few words, so it wouldn't take long.
The embers of the nuclear explosion began to recede, and the ten thousand warships once again prepared to attack. The engines and weapon platforms once again lit up the sky with stars.
The starlight was a little dazzling. Jing Jiu closed his eyes and pursed his lips, as if he was secretly exerting strength.
Countless strands of awe-inspiring sword intent emanated from his body.
Some of them circled around the ring that was already slightly deformed, but they were unable to break through the gravitational field and come into contact with the ring.
Teeth were the hardest part of a human being, and he was the hardest human being. One could imagine how much power he had when he clenched his teeth.
In literary works, gnashing one's teeth was often used to describe determination and hatred after a great emotional upheaval, but he was not like that.
A crisp sound rang in Hua Xi's ears. In the entire universe, she was the only one who heard this sound.
Jing Jiu chewed on something.
A few wisps of blue mist leaked out from the corners of his lips and nose, and were instantly sucked back into his body.
The thing he chewed on was a small vial made of super alloy, which contained the same magic drug Shen Yunmai had used on the holiday planet. Shen Yunmai's head was the only thing left after the explosion of the nuclear power furnace that day, and Jing Jiu brought him back to the suite on the top floor of the hotel. There was still half a box of magic drugs left in the suite, which Jing Jiu put away. As for where he put it away? After he left Chaotian, he had no place to hide the Hidden World. He recalled a method he had employed a few days ago, which was to swallow the things he wanted to hide into his stomach.
The magic drug was used to treat peripheral neuropathy in the beginning. Later, it was found that it could adjust the discharge of the cranial nerves; but the side effect was so severe that it could be regarded as the most powerful poison. A single drop of the magic drug could kill many people. The amount of magic drug in the small vial made of super alloy he chewed on could kill hundreds of thousands of people if it was distributed evenly.
Jing Jiu's face grew paler, his eyelashes quivering slightly.
The powerful poison became even more dreadful under the influence of the Sword Source. It entered the structure of his brain at a high speed and blocked the discharge of electricity in some areas. As a result, he was able to stop the influx of information from the human civilization for the time being, making him more clear-headed.
From this point of view, he should really thank Shen Yunmai. Then, he opened his eyes and saw another person he should thank.
It was interesting that the two people he should thank had only a small part of their bodies left. The only difference was that Jian Xilai was already dead, and Shen Yunmai was still waiting for his death in the boundless Underworld.
It was probably because Jian Xilai's corpse didn't turn into the fairy energy in the cold and boundless universe, and it didn't generate any response from heaven and earth.
Jing Jiu pulled back his gaze and looked at the distant battleship, his eyes calm. He could only see the sword light and the faint insanity in the deepest part of his eyes.
The remnants of the nuclear explosion began to fade away. Ten thousand battleships were ready to attack again. The engines and weapon platforms lit up the sky like stars again.
The stone man of Chen Wu Mountain grabbed General Li and was on the verge of returning to the battleship.
General Li was also looking at Jing Jiu in the distance, his eyes showing a hint of tiredness and bewilderment.
Jing Jiu's awareness was on the verge of being destroyed. More importantly, the program of the Grandmaster of Aoyama had already entered his body.
The sword was already sheathed; what else could he do?
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When he was still the Immortal Jingyang, he had seldom left the manor cave of Aoyama. He traveled with Lian Sanyue once in a while, and his Cultivation state was quite high, so he had never been wounded. The only time he was truly in danger was during the civil strife in Aoyama; no, it was twice.
After he failed in his ascension, he was reborn as a sword and started his Cultivation again. It was even harder for him to be wounded, except for the time when he was at the West Ocean. Oh, he thought of the dead man in front of him again. The other times he was in danger were when he fought against the power of heaven and earth in the Huge Whirlpool. He hadn't been wounded since his Cultivation state reached a high level, not to mention the desperate situation he was in now.
The wound was not on his body, but on his Dao Heart and spiritual soul.
The program was like a chain in his spiritual world, which then turned into a green rope of light and tied to his wrist. As a result, he felt his body was exceedingly heavy and couldn't move at all.
When he had the last conversation with Jian Xilai, he had already made hundreds of simulations in his Dao Heart and ascertained that he couldn't employ the Underworld Fairy Sword to travel ten thousand miles to kill someone, nor could he employ any magic method. The thin green rope of light was very formidable. In fact, it was the new Inherited Heaven Sword.
His current situation was that the sword was in the sheath and couldn't leave it.
What should he do then?
He decided to use a completely new way of fighting.
He didn't like this way of fighting because it was often seen in the movies and TV works. It was also because he didn't have to use it before. But the current situation was special, so he had to try everything.
A nuclear power furnace appeared in the debris of the asteroid belt, dozens of kilometers away from the melting Thousand-Mile Frozen Formation.
In the vast universe, this distance was no different from being within reach.
The nuclear power furnace was given to him by Shen Yunmai, and it had been kept in the black backpack.
Hua Xi took it out at the beginning of the battle and tied it to his body. It was unclear when it had drifted to that place.
A small sun appeared in the dark universe by the edge of the galaxy outside the fog without any sign.
The terrifying light and heat spread out in all directions, affecting all the observation devices and making the locking systems of the weapons on those battleships lose their effectiveness temporarily.
The explosion of the nuclear power furnace was many times more powerful than the explosion of the multiphase nuclear bombs. Even though it was dozens of kilometers away, the temperature around the Thousand-Mile Frozen Formation had reached forty thousand degrees Celsius.
Jing Jiu's calculation was very accurate. This was exactly the upper limit of the temperature he could withstand.
The Thousand-Mile Frozen Formation melted in an instant, and Hua Xi's face turned pale under the light.
The remaining air couldn't escape at a high speed, and she would die in the next moment.
Jing Jiu didn't care about her life or death. He pointed his finger at the battleship in the distance.
Countless active high-energy particles entered his body like an inexhaustible supply of Immortal Qi.
A bright sword light illuminated his eyes, and then the entire universe.
In an instant.
Only in an instant.
His arm became thinner, and so did his wrist. The cyan rope of light tightened.
The real change was in his fingers, where an incomparably bright and sharp sword appeared.
The sword extended into the depths of the universe, getting thinner and thinner.
It became a bright drill.
It became a rope.
It became a thread.
In the end, it became a thin thread invisible to the naked eye. It came to the bottom of the battleship and pierced through General Li's chest.
It only took a simple calculation to know how thin the thread would be when it was thousands of kilometers away. It was already less than the length of a super-particle, and had entered the atomic level.
Without a doubt, this was the thinnest sword in the history of human civilization.
Logically, such a thin thread couldn't exist, even if there was no wind in the universe.
It could only mean that the tiny structure that made up this thread contained an unimaginably strong force.
Being thin meant being sharp, but it didn't mean being lethal. Otherwise, the cosmic rays would be the rulers of this world.
Naturally, Jing Jiu wouldn't make this kind of mistake. With a single thought, the countless high-speed particles in his body traveled thousands of kilometers away through this thread, bombarding every single part of General Li's body.
In essence, this finger of his was a heavy ion cannon that could travel thousands of kilometers.
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Heavy ions were atomic nuclei with a mass of more than four. Under the precise control of human beings, they had a wide range of uses, especially in the medical field. Before the advent of genetic modification therapy, they were the safest and most effective treatment for solid cancer.
But like a scalpel, they could be used to cut tumors or diseased tissues, and they could also be used to slit throats to kill people.
The heavy ions could bombard the cancer cells accurately, and they could also bombard the healthy cells, causing them to die quickly.
Of course, General Li had cultivated for thousands of years and been tempered by the fairy energy many times. As a result, there were no regular cells in his body; what he had were tiny structures similar to the crystal nuclei.
No matter how well Jing Jiu mastered the sword work of Aoyama and was aware of his Dao fairy and the operating rules of the Sword Awareness, he couldn't kill him with one strike. As such, after the thin thread pierced through General Li's chest, it began to travel through his body, piercing through every crystal nucleus in his body with unimaginable precision and at the shortest distance.
At least sixty trillion tiny crystal nuclei were pierced through in an instant, and then they were bombarded by the heavy ions released by the thin thread, losing their vitality.
If this were all, General Li wouldn't have died.
He was one of the most powerful Cultivation practitioners in history. Even though Jian Xilai fought him with his life and created that dreadful and deadly sword style, he could only wound him severely.
Though the heavy ions were heavy, they were merely atomic nuclei with a very light mass. Even though they traveled at a high speed, they couldn't destroy the crystal nuclei condensed by the fairy energy.
However, the heavy ions sent by Jing Jiu a few thousand kilometers away by his fingers didn't come from the nuclear power furnace or the void of the universe; they came from his own body.
They were the true heavy ions, having the weight of a single nucleus exceeding the upper limit of the known elements in the universe.
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General Li lowered his head and looked at the thread piercing through his chest, remaining silent.
He sensed the thread passing through every part of his body and the particles ejected from the front end of the thread, feeling a complicated emotion.
Back when they were on the mining planet named Lindeng, he mocked Jian Xilai for not knowing what the combination of the two civilizations meant.
In his opinion, the perfect combination of the Cultivation civilization in Chaotian and the technological civilization in the Federation of the Milky Way could be regarded as the integration of heaven and man.
Seeing Jing Jiu turn his body into a heavy ion cannon that day, he realized that he had already achieved it.
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