"I can reach the sky with one step, or plunge into the deep spring with one sword."

The young swordsman still stood upright in this desert, and the wind and sand did not dare to cross his feet.

The huge body of the old Youshu fell not far away. It was not dead yet. After all, what it was best at was how to stay alive.

Even though it seems that its body functions have been cut off, it is still alive.

So when it looked at the young swordsman, in addition to resentment, there was also a bit of sarcasm in its eyes.

"If you can't kill me, how can you enter the deep spring?"

The old Youshu's mouth was bleeding and his body was paralyzed, but he seemed to have lost the awe he had before for the young swordsman who cut him to the ground with one strike.

"Why don't you die?"

The young swordsman asked back.

Old Youshu replied with a smile: "Because what I cultivate is immortality. Although I don't know why my race is like this, it seems that I have accomplished it."

The young swordsman walked slowly to the old Youshu. This monster, which looked similar to a mouse, looked much cleaner than the mouse.

He has lived in the desert for a long time, does not eat any food, and even hates rancid things. The fur on his body is rubbed with gravel and becomes shiny, but of course it is not dirty at all.

The young swordsman squatted next to the old Youshu, and his sword gave off a sheen that was colder than the night in the sun.

Even the sun cannot warm this knife.

"I can understand if you can't kill me, but how should I understand if you can't kill me?"

The young swordsman suddenly stabbed the old Youshu into the belly, opening it bit by bit. At this moment, the old Youshu screamed miserably, but it was obviously not because of pain, but because of panic.

"You won't die just because you are not a living creature in the first place. If you don't kill

If you die, you won't be able to find the way into the quiet spring? But aren't you the only way into the quiet spring?"

The moment the young swordsman opened the old Youshu's belly, he didn't see a steady flow of blood, or any sticky and bloody internal organs, only a piece of something that looked like a dim starry sky.

"Humans will always be smarter than other species."

The young swordsman held his knife and got into the belly of the old Youshu. When the belly gradually glued back, his voice came back in the belly of the old Youshu... It turns out that you are an eye.

.

When Old Youshu heard these words, the fear and resentment on his face reached the extreme.

Because he is indeed an eye, an eye that has always been used to peer into the world from a place of chaos.

But it cannot have too much strength. Even if it is a little stronger than its current state, it will touch the Zhentian Magic Formation and it will not be able to escape the thunder catastrophe.

That's why it seems to be such a strange existence. It cannot practice cultivation but can live forever.

The old Youshu was just lying on the sand quietly. It couldn't move for the time being, let alone move. It couldn't even open its mouth to curse a few of the most unpleasant words.

Because the guy with the knife also left a restriction on its belly, just like when the guy cut open the third layer of heaven with one knife, he also casually placed a layer of restriction on the third layer of heaven.

It seems random, but in fact it is invincible.

"I was still thinking before, why it can leave one eye in the world, but it can't leave the land of chaos without using your body. It turns out it can't."

"Youquan is the most filthy thing since the creation of the world. In fact, it is not a place of chaos. Chaos has been divided into two..."

Old Youshu is quiet

It lay quietly and listened quietly, but it actually wanted to tear that guy alive, chew it up and spit it out.

"It turns out it's not that far."

After these words came back to Old Youshu's mind, the young swordsman's voice stopped appearing. Old Youshu knew that the guy had already arrived.

This is a big river, the edge of which seems to be far away in sight. There is no rough water in the big river, only ground fire like rough flowing water.

The young swordsman bent down and picked up a colorful stone. He threw it into the river of fire and was soon pushed out. It did not melt into the river and was destroyed.

The stone is burned into magma, which then volatilizes into gas.

It may be impossible to measure how wide the river is, and it would be impossible to cross the river to the other side.

The young swordsman felt that this was not fire, but resentment.

Before he reached the other side of the river, he felt the overwhelming resentment.

So he muttered to himself.

"Why is the ascending one the sky? Why is the sinking one the earth? Why is the earth turbid and filthy? Why is the sky pure and pure?"

"Why is the sky called heaven, and why is the earth called earth?"

After muttering to himself a few times, the young swordsman couldn't help but smile.

"No wonder... why those vicious beasts that seem to have no brains can be obtained from you. It turns out to be because they are easier to deceive."

He shouted towards the other side of the river: "Take me across."

No one on the other side paid attention.

He shouted again: "You only want to use someone else's shell to get out of your mind. When an outstanding person like me comes to your home, haven't you realized that this is the way out for you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly

There was a moment of trance.

No, it wasn't his body that was in a daze, it was everything except his body that was in a daze.

It's like it suddenly accelerated to the point where everything around it became a virtual shadow, and then turned into various colors that were difficult to distinguish.

When the young swordsman suddenly stopped, his long hair flew forward violently, like a seaweed that had been hit by a big wave.

This is a piece of flat land with no visible edges, so flat that it gives the impression that it was a project built by countless people over countless years.

But who would be so bored that countless people have spent countless years tamping out only a large piece of flat land? Apart from that, there are not even any buildings.

"Are you dissatisfied with your name?"

the young swordsman asked.

A voice in the darkness answered him.

"I am dissatisfied with the inversion."

The voice asked him: "When everyone was mixed together, there was no distinction between heaven and earth, between you and me, so it is fair. After the separation of heaven and earth, the sky is high, and I can only be trampled on by others..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the young swordsman.

"The first person to trample on you should not be human."

"you shut up!"

"Why?"

"I can shut you up."

"Then you're not bored? How long has it been since you had anyone to talk to?"

There was silence for a long time in the darkness.

"Well, you have courage."

"The same to you."

The young swordsman looked around and saw that it was not only flat but also clean, so he sat down cross-legged with the long unsheathed sword on his knees. It seemed that the light on the sword was the only light in this place.

"Do you think it's fair?"

The voice asked again.

The young swordsman shrugged slightly: "I'm sorry to Mr.

It's unfair and I'm not interested, I just want to see what you are like."

A black ball of light appeared in the distance, about a foot or so. It looked like light, but it had no luster. It looked like... a very round preserved egg.

"Well......"

The young swordsman nodded: "So it's an egg."

The black ball of light stirred a few times, as if it was a little angry, but the anger soon dissipated, and was replaced by a quiet look at the young swordsman.

"satisfied?"

The young swordsman smiled and said: "Strong, beautiful, and strong in all aspects, he is also the best in the world."

Black Ball responded: "It's really good. Your physical condition surprises me."

The young swordsman hummed and said, "I'm very satisfied with what you said. Isn't it many times better than the snow ape you created before?"

Black Ball responded: "No, although people have superb minds, they are not strong in body structure. Just speaking of body, you are much worse than that snow ape."

The young swordsman frowned: "I'm not happy, so I refuse."

Black Ball: "What are you rejecting?"

The young swordsman replied: "I reject your request for mercy."

Black Ball paused again.
To be continued...