Chapter 1017 Why

boom! A heart-shaking cracking sound came, and an endless curtain of violent swords hit the edge of chaos. Di Jiuqi's orifices spurted blood, his hair turned gray instantly, and his face grew old in the blink of an eye!

This moment was like hundreds of millions of years to Di Jiu. He consumed all his essence, blood and longevity in this moment.

Click! The vast chaos was torn apart by Di Jiu's endless waves of swords. However, Di Jiu's vitality and breath were exhausted, and the boundless chaos was only torn apart, not completely shattered. At this moment, the boundless sword wave has gradually weakened, like a gentle tail wave crashing on the shore, bringing with it sighs that have lost their power.

Click! There was another crack, and the Tiansuo knife that had been with Di Jiu for almost his entire life was shattered into pieces, torn apart inch by inch.

Di Jiu's heart ached and she couldn't help but shed tears.

These tears are not because he failed to split the world of chaos, nor are these tears because Di Jiu's body has turned old and his life is about to collapse! These tears were shed just for his Tiansuo knife!

Finally, when his life was about to dissipate, Tiansu Dao collapsed before him. This sword was born because of him, and this sword died because of him.

But after all, he, Di Jiu, has not opened up this realm of chaos. His strength is still not enough after all, just a little bit behind. A kind of sadness arose in Di Jiu's heart. If he could not open this world, he would turn into dust, just like his Tiansuo Sword. No, there won't be a trace of dust left.

At this moment, Di Jiu completely understood the three mechanisms of time.

There are three machines, the wind and sand are under the sea, and the rolling waves are really floating. The sword shines ninety thousand miles away, and not even a trace of dust can be seen.

The missing half of dust was not only the place where the three machines of his years were blasted, but also refers to Di Jiu himself. When he, Di Jiu, cannot use the 90,000-mile sword wave to blast everything under the sword into nothingness, he, Di Jiu, will turn into nothingness, leaving no dust behind.

There seemed to be a voice coming from the endless chaos. This sound was like a heart drum, blasting into the depths of Di Jiu's tired and fragile soul again and again.

"I have to sacrifice my body to open up this world!

We must use soul sacrifice to perfect this world!

Use Taoist sacrifices to prosper this world!

…”

This sound gave Di Jiu an impulse. He wanted to scream like crazy, use his own body to pay tribute, and let his body open up this world of mountains and rivers. He wants to use his soul to pay tribute and perfect the life derivation in this world. He wants to use his own avenue to pay tribute and make this world more prosperous!

In order to strike the sixth sword, my longevity has been burned out, and in order to get out of this chaos, my body has turned old.

Rather than die immediately, it is better to use everything you have to pay tribute to the world that you have opened up and let this world grow. Just like that voice, it gave him the last hope before his death.

Di Jiu has been practicing alone for many years, and his independent will to face the endless ups and downs left him with a trace of questioning in the deepest part of his heart. He was asking himself, why? Why?

I have exhausted my lifespan, exhausted my essence and vitality, and split this world apart for what purpose? I want to live, I want to live freely, not to make a wedding dress for others.

Di Jiu roared, "I, Di Jiu, can come naked, and I can leave naked. I can die, but I will not use my body to pay tribute to anything. I, Di Jiu, was born in the universe and died in the universe." Between, no matter reincarnation or not. No one can control my reincarnation, no one can control the things I don’t want to do! Use my body and my way to pay tribute to the world I split. Why? Reincarnation Bridge , wake me up!" : :

As soon as Di Jiu opened his hands, the Reincarnation Bridge exploded out.

At this moment, even if Di Jiu enters his own reincarnation bridge, he will not respond to the law of heaven and use his body and soul to worship a world.

The Ten Dharma Realms of Life and Death, the Six Paths of Reincarnation!

This reincarnation bridge is mine. No matter how many dharma realms are built, in my reincarnation bridge, I can reincarnate at will, and no one can control me.

Di Jiu, with his old body hunched over and his pale hair on his head, stepped onto the Samsara Bridge.

The Reincarnation Bridge appeared in the chaos. Di Jiu stood on the Reincarnation Bridge and laughed, "Grow me the Reincarnation Bridge! I, Di Jiu, will never sacrifice myself. If I, Di Jiu, reincarnate, everything that my Reincarnation Bridge spans will be destroyed." For my reincarnation place.”

This world of chaos was created by oneself. If you want to use your body, soul and avenue to commemorate this world, that is just a dream. Even if he is going to reincarnate, he will use the Reincarnation Bridge to occupy more space. The place where the Reincarnation Bridge reaches will be his territory in Di Jiu's reincarnation.

There is no life, no avenue, no rules, and no relatives or friends here! Why should I, Di Jiu, pay homage to this world? I am not selfish, but no one can selfishly take over everything from me. My reincarnation bridge will occupy more places of reincarnation for me to reincarnate, because I opened up this realm of chaos, although I have not yet completely opened it up.

Under Di Jiu's avenue, the Reincarnation Bridge suddenly surged, ten feet, one hundred feet, ten thousand feet, hundreds of millions of feet...

Even if Di Jiu's Dao Yun gradually weakened, the Reincarnation Bridge was still growing crazily.

Click! The Chaos Realm, which was blasted away by Di Jiu but not completely blasted away, was torn apart by the Reincarnation Bridge. The reincarnation bridge continued to surge, but it slowly tore apart the realm of chaos that Di Jiu's knife had not split.

With Di Jiu's remaining will, the World Book transformed into its own body and protected his whole body, and then communicated with Jianmu.

Even though he knew that his chances of survival were slim, Di Jiu would not commit suicide, let alone sacrifice himself. The World Book protects him just in case he still has a chance to survive. The World Book can block some chaotic bombardments in the chaos.

Communicating with Jianmu was Di Jiu's thought of just in case. Jianmu is the first of all trees, and it is also the thing that opened up the chaotic universe. Who can be sure that Jianmu can't let him retain a trace of life?

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In the chaos, the passage of time has no trace.

Di Jiushou's essence and blood were exhausted, but because of Jianmu he still had a glimmer of life. As endless years passed, Di Jiu's great path, Zhou Tian, ​​merged with chaos.

Without realizing it, the rules of chaos that Di Jiu split were captured by Di Jiu, and were also integrated into his movements.

Because of Jianmu's existence, Di Jiu's movements became more and more rounded, and the vitality that had been burned out by him gradually became stronger. Before he seemed to wake up, Di Jiu felt that he was about to grasp the most important thing in his path...

But that thing was clearly right in front of him, within reach of his hand, but he just couldn't catch it or touch it.

I don’t know how much chaotic time has passed!

That trace of something that Di Jiu had never been able to catch, after endless years of accumulation, he finally caught the real feeling.

It's like when he formed the Tao, he cut off his own magical power, just like when he merged with the Tao, he cut off his own rules and regulations!

Today, if he wants to step into a higher level, he must once again cut off the things that cannot bear his third step.

That is not supernatural power or Tao, but his world.

His world has always been the ninth world, and his ninth world is the fusion of the Holy Yin Pearl, his own sea of ​​consciousness, and the ninth path.

The ninth world is harder than the innate magic weapon, and can even bring Jian Mucheng back to life.

Does he want to destroy this world?

The hesitation was just for that moment, it was a moment of nostalgia, Di Jiu decided without hesitation, kill!

Almost at the same time that Di Jiu decided to kill, he opened his eyes.

There was still chaos around him, but this chaos was no longer the chaos he had been unable to cultivate before. Instead, it was split in half by him, and then held up by the Samsara Bridge, preventing it from turning into a realm of chaos again.

Di Jiu looked at his feet. He was standing on the Samsara Bridge. Everything was just like the moment he lost consciousness. The only difference is that the Reincarnation Bridge now straddles the two ends of this chaotic world.

The moment he opened his eyes, the voice that had been calling him to pay tribute disappeared without a trace. Di Jiu roared again. He was venting his depression and grievances, and he was also missing the lost Tiansu Dao.

After a full stick of incense time passed, Di Jiu waved his hand and rolled up the endless rhyme, and shouted loudly, "Behead me!"

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