The "pah" sounds like raindrops were the sounds of the heavy particles bombarding the rings.
Jing Jiu didn't expect to destroy the materials of the rings in this way, but he had to make sure that the miniature formations couldn't be reconstructed. It would be safer if he could damage the materials on the atomic level.
This was not the fighting style of the sword in Aoyama, nor was it the fighting style of the technology in this universe. It was more like using the materials of the body to the extreme.
The Snow Girl didn't expect Jing Jiu to have such a method, feeling a bit surprised.
The problem of the rings had been solved for now, and he didn't have to worry that the young priest would find him and bombard his spiritual world with the information. The next problem he had to solve was the Inherited Heaven Sword.
The Snow Girl had noticed the green rope of light on Jing Jiu's wrist intermittently, and she felt the sword will inside it was quite familiar.
The program seemed to have sensed the Snow Girl's observation. It turned into countless sword lights and struck at Jing Jiu's consciousness again.
Jing Jiu had a terrible headache. "Help me cut open my head and take out the sword," he said in a trembling voice.
He had almost been subdued by the Grandmaster of Aoyama and the young priest together. Without Jian Xilai, he had no choice but to sleep, just like the time when he killed the Mother Nest after his ascension. The difference was that he couldn't wake up on his own. He had to wait for Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui to ascend and discover the secret of this world and what had happened to him. Then, they would find him and wake him up.
Now that he had the Snow Girl, he hoped to find a way to solve the problem once and for all.
The Snow Girl shook her head.
Back in the nunnery of the Three-Thousand Nunnery, she had learned the Inherited Heaven Sword after a few glances.
Her mastery of this sword style was much higher than Jing Jiu's, but she couldn't solve this problem.
A few drops of sweat slid down Jing Jiu's face; it was unclear whether it was out of disappointment or pain, but they were actually water made of frost.
Hua Xi wiped the sweat off his face carefully with her sleeve.
Looking at her eyes, Jing Jiu could see nothing but confusion and bewilderment.
It seemed that she didn't know what had happened on the 857 Base and in the asteroid belt, and she had forgotten what had happened in the past. All she remembered was that she was the servant of Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu knew the reason.
Hua Xi was one of the clones of the priestess. That girl could descend at any time through the chip on the back of her neck, but this time, it took too long for the chip to transmit information to overload, causing damage to her brain. She could only rely on time to slowly recover.
Jing Jiu took her with him because she was still useful to him, although that use might be in the distant future. Another reason was that at the last moment, he saw her eyes. At that moment, other than confusion and confusion, there was even more fear in her eyes. Fear of the sudden arrival of death.
"Turn me into her," he said to Xue Gie.
Xue Gie understood what he meant. Since she could not find and erase the program from his consciousness, she could only use other methods, such as hibernation.
Of course, it was not true hibernation. Instead, it was using the low temperature to suppress the strength of Jing Jiu's consciousness, reduce his calculation speed, and control his spiritual world to a low-energy range. The program in his consciousness would also become less active and would not constantly try to control his body.
The consciousness and the matter seemed to be two different worlds, but they could be connected at certain moments or in some extremely microscopic areas.
Temperature was used to describe the intense movement of the microscopic particles. The two could be connected no matter if the temperature was extremely high or extremely low.
As Jing Jiu spoke, the cold intent from the broken piece of the ring came out from his mouth, turning into mist and falling onto the Xue Gie's face.
The Xue Gie lowered her eyelashes slightly, and reached out her small hand to press against the center of Jing Jiu's brows.
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After a long while, the dirty water in the sewers had gradually frozen and piled up. There was no longer any sound of wind; it was as quiet as the outer space.
All that could be heard in the world was the sound of Cold Cicada rubbing its claws against each other. It would be frozen if it didn't create some warmth.
Hua Xi was surrounded by the Inherited Heaven Sword Formation, leaning against the wall covered in snow and frost. The puzzled expression in her eyes had turned into ice flakes, reflecting the sunlight.
The Xue Gie pulled back her hand that looked like a small snowball, a tired expression in her eyes.
After a long while, the ice in the sewers had gradually melted, rushing downward with the floating ice, giving off thunderous booms.
Cold Cicada crawled onto Jing Jiu's face, and bit at his broken earlobe with all its strength.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and woke up after feeling a slight pain. He instinctively thought of the pain in his head, breathing heavily as he held his head in his hands.
A few seconds later, he found that his headache was gone, and he had gradually calmed down. He slowly put down his hands, exposing his pale face.
He let go of his hands very slowly.
Looking at the dirty water drifting away like an iceberg, the expression in his eyes was a bit dull.
He looked like an autistic person.
But he also seemed to be living in another world.
The green rope of light on his wrist was no longer flickering in and out of existence, existing steadily in the space. Its color was brighter, but it was not as agile as before, as if it had turned into a tangible object.
The Xue Gie didn't look at him anymore. She turned around and came to the sewers, looking at the iceberg formed by the dirty water, her dark eyes full of bewilderment.
If I were controlled by that female priest, would I become as stupid as Jing Jiu?
The more she thought about it, the sadder she felt.
I'm so stupid.
It's true.
Back when he was in Chaotian, he had been thinking of coming out and going to a bigger world to take a look. Well, this world was indeed big, but he had forgotten about this possibility. The number one cultivator in the world was the number one cultivator in the world, but he wouldn't necessarily be the number one cultivator in heaven. As expected, he was no longer invincible. What should he do?
It was then that the ice on the other side of the Flower Stream melted.
She looked around blankly, and then walked to the front of Jing Jiu, beginning to wipe off the remaining frost and snow on his face.
Cold Cicada climbed to the top of Jing Jiu's head and looked down at the scene, feeling quite sad.
One of the two strongest swordsmen in the history of Chaotian had become stupid, and the other had become stupid.
And this little girl … Was he going to be the head of the family from now on?
The atmosphere didn't last long. "Let's go," a voice suddenly bellowed.
As time went by, the temperature rose, and the ice on the ground melted. The rain on the surface of the planet grew heavier, and the river in the sewers flowed faster and faster. The stink from the sewers grew stronger as well.
Though Jing Jiu couldn't smell the stink, he could capture the molecules and analyze them. Instinctively, he didn't like the environment and wished to leave.
All Hua Xi could do was listen to him. She walked to the back of the Snow Girl and picked her up without hesitation. Cold Cicada was so scared that he almost died.
The Snow Girl didn't respond to Cold Cicada's action; it seemed that she had no choice but to give up.
Cold Cicada still had a lingering fear. He made a squeaking sound, motioning for Hua Xi to head toward the sewers with the Snow Girl in her arms.
It was up to Cold Cicada to make the decision.
It didn't take long for them to encounter some people.
They were not the pitiful people who hid underground to avoid the war, but the survivors of the space pirates who had escaped to the underground after the purge of the military.
Those pirates aimed all kinds of laser guns and old-fashioned guns at them, and there was a heavy projecting platform that had been unloaded from a pirate ship in a corner.
The atmosphere was a bit ridiculous.
Jing Jiu, Hua Xi, and the Snow Girl in Hua Xi's arms didn't seem to see these people at all.
As far as those pirates were concerned, the appearance of this group of people was even more ridiculous. Judging from the beautiful appearances of the young man and the young woman holding the doll, they knew that they came from an extraordinary family. How could they show up in the sewers?
Looking at those guns, Cold Cicada rubbed its limbs, exuding a strand of energy.
A powerful energy that seemed to come from the ancient times enshrouded the whole sewers.
Those space pirates couldn't resist it in the slightest; they all fell to the ground in pain.
Cold Cicada looked at the Snow Girl, asking her if she should subdue these pirates so that they could live in the underground for a long time.
The Snow Girl didn't pay any attention to it.
Cold Cicada looked at Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu looked at the sky like a poet.
Cold Cicada pulled back its gaze, deciding that it wouldn't do such unnecessary things anymore.
Hua Xi kept walking forward while holding the Snow Girl in her arms.
Jing Jiu followed behind.
Cold Cicada crouched on Jing Jiu's shoulder, not even taking a glance at those space pirates who had fallen to the ground.
Wherever the group of people passed, the snowflakes would fall down, and the temperature would drop rapidly.
Those pirates were frozen into stiff ice cubes before they could make any sound, and died. Those guns, the platform for shooting rays, and the treasured food of the pirates had all turned into ice cubes as well. The filthy sewers had turned into a sparkling kingdom of ice and snow, looking like a cold hell.
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Nobody knew how long this planet would be sealed off. The populace had accepted the fact after the three spacecrafts that had taken off without permission were shot down.
In order to keep the planet sealed off for a long time, good logistical support was needed. A few transport spacecrafts carrying sufficient supplies landed outside the iron gates in the three directions of the city.
The populace lined up to receive food and some daily necessities according to the numbers on their bracelets. The order was quite good.
However, the rainwater falling down from the sky was a bit annoying. The rainwater was too acidic, so they had to wear a raincoat; but it was not easy to carry things while wearing a raincoat.
The women reprimanded their naughty sons loudly, telling them to put on their hats properly. The men gathered together and discussed in a low voice the demise of the pirates and the reasons for all this.
All of a sudden, the rainwater turned into snowflakes, drifting down from the sky.
It wasn't the official winter yet; why did it snow?
The populace took off their hats and looked at the snowflakes in the sky, a smile on their faces.
The nature of the snowflakes was the same as that of the rainwater; but because of their different forms, the snowflakes wouldn't corrode the buildings like the acidic rainwater and cause chemical burns to the human skin.
In the dark wilderness, there were people walking away from the people who were collecting supplies, gradually moving further and further away from each other.
The young woman was holding a dirty doll wrapped in an oilcloth.
The youth walked very slowly, as if his footsteps were heavy, like a poet lamenting the hardships of the people.
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