Back in the 720 building, Jing Jiu's thin metal lines had killed countless monsters.
It was then that Jing Jiu led Hua Xi to an open area. And there were too many monsters here, so it was inconvenient to use the cage method.
The long-range sniping method was more suitable for the current situation, and Jing Jiu also liked to do so.
Those monsters were truly ugly, so it was better not to let them get close to him.
This method was not the Endless Sword Style of Qingrong Peak. Because of the green light rope on his wrist, Jing Jiu had no idea what the sword work of Aoyama was. All he did was use the method taught by the Snow Girl to maximize the advantage of his special body.
The monsters that came to the central station first turned into pieces and were frozen into snowflakes by the cold wind. Then, new monsters appeared in other places.
Jing Jiu turned around and pointed at those places with his fingers.
The monsters appeared in many places on the outskirts of Foggy City.
Jing Jiu changed his direction incessantly.
Hua Xi held the Snow Girl in her arms and grabbed the corner of Jing Jiu's cloth, following him in circles.
It didn't take long before she couldn't keep up with Jing Jiu's speed. She retreated a bit further and sat by the side of the Joyous Monk.
She didn't know who this young monk who looked like a dancer was, but she was certain that he was not an enemy.
During the invasion of the Sea of Dark Matter, all the humans were not enemies, but comrades and comrades.
The Joyous Monk's body grew stiff. He didn't dare look at the Snow Girl in her arms, so all he could do was stare at Jing Jiu.
At the moment, Jing Jiu had already turned into a spinning top. To put it more precisely, he was like a self-propelled weapon launching platform with no blind spots in all directions.
As the cold wind whistled, Jing Jiu kept on spinning on the basketball court. His fingers were like the barrel of a gun, shooting out bullets incessantly … Of course, they were not real bullets, but merely metal lines extending at an unimaginable speed. It was unclear how he could make the metal lines extend and retract at such a high speed from his index finger and keep the line straight without changing shape due to his spinning.
Jing Jiu spun faster and faster, leaving behind countless blue residual shadows. Then, the residual shadows disappeared, as if he had been frozen in the satellite image.
Only the wind that had been cut into pieces and the monsters that had been cut into pieces outside Smoky City proved that he was not really still.
In the northwest direction more than 20 kilometers away, the monsters that subsequently appeared in the hub station were cut into pieces and then frozen into ice particles by the bitter cold.
Somewhere in the east of the tunnel, the carcasses of countless monsters gradually piled up and blocked half of the entrance.
In the southern city, there were waves of beasts surging above the building of the Third Administrative Office. Then, they fell down like a waterfall, as if someone was scattering paper money.
In the mountains, in the fields, in the streets, countless monsters died under the invisible metal wire.
With the basketball court as the center, a circular area of more than 20 kilometers was formed. Not a single monster could enter it.
Outside the line of this huge circular area, there were pieces of monster carcasses everywhere. They were frozen by the cold and looked like piles of coal.
No, that's not coal. It's more like silver charcoal.
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This scene was truly spectacular. It clearly appeared on the satellite image and was then transmitted to various places in the universe.
Continuous claps and whispers broke out on the Scorching-Sun Battleship.
There were thousands of battleships outside the Heavenly Fire Industrial Base. All of them were staring at the light screen nervously and excitedly, except for the team that was eroding the space crack.
The Immortal of Sword En Sheng had already sat up in the medical cabin. He looked at the youth in blue on the basketball court and his fingers thoughtfully.
On the other side of the space tunnel, in the distant Stargate Base, the female priest knelt on the futon and prayed silently while watching the scene on the light screen. In the guest house on the second floor of the base, which had been temporarily changed into an investigation department, the Main Preacher Tai Yang, the Xia Clan Head, and the others were stunned speechless while looking at the youth on the light screen. They didn't understand why a god would change his face into an ordinary one, but it seemed understandable since he was a god.
On the more distant Main Planet, Ada jumped down from the tree to the side of Zhao Layue and kept staring at the scene outside the cliff.
A light screen had appeared in the sky outside the cliff.
The youth in blue was making a killing on the basketball court.
Zhao Layue placed her hand on Ada's back and rubbed it gently.
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The Joyous Monk was the closest to him, so he had the clearest view.
Jing Jiu was not far away from him, and he was firing at the whole planet.
If the metal lines coming out from his forefinger could be understood as the incessant rain of bullets …
The Joyous Monk saw many details and didn't sense any fluctuation of sword wills, so he was certain of his judgment. The Grandmaster of Aoyama, the young woman, and himself hadn't been able to find Jing Jiu; it was because Jing Jiu had forcibly reduced the activity level of his awareness. In other words, he had forcibly reduced his intelligence.
The green light rope on Jing Jiu's wrist was still as calm as before. It was because Jing Jiu was still in a half-hibernation state, or in other words, a living dead person, so that he wouldn't be controlled by the Inherited Heaven Sword.
From this, he had deduced more conclusions. The reason the Emperor didn't go to the Sea of Dark Matter but stayed here was because he wanted to subdue this sword.
He pulled back his gaze and looked at the doll wrapped in a red cloth in Hua Xi's bosom, feeling a complicated emotion.
The number of monsters on the whole planet was so large that it was hard to count, and the number of monsters would only increase as time went by.
More importantly, the nine Secret Agents hovering at the edge of the atmosphere hadn't taken any action. All they did was exude a gloomy and desolate energy, as if they intended to observe Jing Jiu by sacrificing these monsters and to exhaust Jing Jiu's mental energy at the same time.
The monsters swarmed over like the black tide, and then halted twenty kilometers away, as if they had been shattered by the rocks and turned into snow-like beings.
The monsters covered the mountains and plains, and they were endless. How long could Jing Jiu hold on? And would he be able to defeat those Secret Agents?
It was then that a gust of wind passed by Jing Jiu's body, which wasn't cut into pieces. It lifted a corner of the red cloth hanging on Hua Xi's arm.
Cold Cicada suddenly opened its translucent white wings on the basket, flapping them incessantly and making a buzzing sound.
The Joyous Monk noticed its existence. Though he was knowledgeable and experienced, he couldn't recognize what this white jade-like insect was. In the next moment, he sensed that some tiny things were vibrating and emitting energy fluctuations in the sky, but he still couldn't figure out what they were.
Those mosquitoes had killed a great many Blood Thumbs in the periphery of the basketball court, and now they stood still on the same spot.
A sound suddenly burst out around the basketball court, or more precisely, countless sounds at the same time. Those sounds came from different places, but they sounded like a single person speaking, and it was impossible to determine the source of the sound. It was quite amazing.
Hua Xi opened her eyes wide and looked around curiously. She was used to hearing her and her brother's voices in this way, but this was the first time she had heard such a spectacular sound.
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"Dao begets one."
"One begets two."
"Two begets three."
The same sound burst out around the basketball court, from the ground to the sky, within an area of twenty kilometers in circumference.
Innumerable sounds combined together, reverberating through heaven and earth like the ringing of a bell, spreading to every corner of the planet.
The sound soon spread to the whole universe through the satellites outside the atmosphere and the monitoring devices all over the planet.
The officers and soldiers on the Scorching-Sun Battleship were bewildered, but the expressions on the faces of Ceng Ju and the middle-aged researcher in the gray checkered shirt grew grave.
The Cultivation practitioners ascending from Chaotian and the local swordsmen of the Federation of the Milky Way on the battleship, on the Main Planet, and elsewhere had a solemn expression on their faces. It was because they could vaguely sense that someone was teaching Jing Jiu a lesson.
Who was qualified to teach Jing Jiu a lesson? Even though he looked like a regular youth at the moment and seemed a bit autistic.
Those ascendants had guessed who the owner of the voice was, but they didn't know where she was.
The swordsmen in this universe were all listening to the voice attentively, and listening to the seemingly simple but actually complicated speech.
The Grandmaster of Aoyama picked up a stone and threw it into the seawater pond in front of him.
Zhao Layue was expressionless, but the pupils in Ada's eyes shrank slightly. A green shadow appeared in the dark universe, and Qing 'er turned into the appearance of a little girl.
Cold Cicada stopped flapping its translucent wings. It crouched quietly on the basketball court, listening attentively to what was being said.
Its body was changing from translucent to pure white.
The Joyful Monk pulled back his legs and sat on the lotus seat. He closed his eyes, his eyelashes quivering slightly.
Jing Jiu stood in the slight snow with his eyes closed, his right hand dropping down.
One begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things. What about all things?
The voice rang out again.
"All things bear the yin and embrace the yang."
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All things bear the yin and embrace the yang.
All things bear the yin and embrace the yang.
The yang has nine.
Nine out of nine become one.
All things are one.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes, a vague expression in his eyes.
He remembered a few things.
His name was not Ryan, and he didn't like zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting. He didn't like dealing with people, and he didn't have any significance to this world.
Soon after, he remembered something more important, which was that he shouldn't have remembered these things.
The green light rope on his wrist exuded a glow and a pure sword will.
He closed his eyes, trying to forget all the things he had remembered.
The green light rope suddenly grew taut, as if it were about to sink into his body, or to tie a dead knot.
His wrist also became thinner with the tightening of the green light rope.
Correspondingly, his body also began to shrink.
The blue sportswear became wider at a speed visible to the naked eye, whistling as it was blown by the cold wind.
Everyone in the universe who saw this scene was shocked speechless, wondering what was going on.
It didn't take long before Jing Jiu opened his eyes.
He became a little boy of three or four years old.
The little boy was very good-looking, with clear eyes and eyebrows. He was wearing a large sportswear, like a robe.
It was like him running in the royal palace of Zhaoge City.
He raised his right hand, aiming at the snowy sky and the nine black suns in the sky.
There was a soft buzzing sound.
A bright light appeared in his palm, as if a new sun had been born.
Those lights were not real light, but countless extremely thin metal wires, which could also be regarded as sword strings.
One sword string.
Two sword strings.
Three sword strings.
Ten thousand sword strings and ten thousand beams of light became the sun.
The entire Full Moon Planet became absolutely quiet at this moment.
The tide of monsters rushing toward Foggy City seemed to be frozen by the low temperature, becoming still like statues.
It was because the ten thousand sword strings, like the sunlight, had traveled a great distance in an instant, pierced through all the monsters, and cut them into pieces.
Even the monsters under the horizon in the distance had died.
Those sword strings were not real light rays. They traveled freely between heaven and earth, piercing and cutting everything in their path.
What the Snow Girl said might have been an attempt to wake him up, so that he could use the special sword work of Aoyama to kill all the monsters to save time.
But he chose to refuse at the last moment. He was still not using the sword work of Aoyama.
The more accurate description of those metal wires was the heavy ion cannon, which was the method he used to kill General Li in the galaxy outside the Foggy City.
The ten thousand heavy ion cannon fired at the same time, killing all the monsters on the surface of the planet.
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In a dilapidated basketball court.
A monk sat cross-legged, his upper body full of scars.
An ignorant little girl held a doll wrapped in a red cloth.
The light snow kept falling.
There were nine black suns in the sky.
The little boy's blue tracksuit dropped to the ground, the sleeves hanging down to his shoulders. His thin right arm was facing the sky, his palm emitting tens of thousands of glows.
This scene appeared on the light screens everywhere in the universe, and it would remain in the memories of countless people until the day they died or the day the human race was wiped out.
On the viewing platform, Zong Lizi was fascinated by the scene; Jiang Yuxia couldn't stop giggling; and Ran Handong exclaimed with widened eyes, "It's so cool! But how come you have regained your youth?" Liu Ada yawned, wondering if they still wanted to maintain the balance of quality. Zhao Layue was expressionless, but her eyes were full of a smile. … …
In the Stargate Base, the female priest dipped her finger in the clean water and wrote the script on the ground, her mind full of tranquil joy. The Main Preacher Tai Yang, the chief of the Xia Clan and the others knelt down before the little boy on the light screen in the place where they were locked up, expressing their reverence to the god from a great many light years away.
On the Scorching-Sun Battleship, Jiang Zhixing, the other soldiers and researchers were dumbfounded. Ceng Ju looked pensive, and the middle-aged researcher in the gray checkered shirt seemed to have understood something. Both of them had their own thoughts and emotions.
The seawater on the ancestral planet flooded the beach slowly, and the monkeys kept on making noises in the coconut grove, which was similar to what Zhuo Rusui was feeling at the moment. Witnessing Jing Jiu kill all the monsters in an unbelievable way, he felt it was ridiculous. "How could it work?" he asked the Grandmaster.
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