Looking at the brighter Broken Moon, and watching the blurry tribesmen turned into butterflies and flew towards the Broken Moon, blending into the blue moonlight, the Yue Ling Ancestor was shocked, and he thought of a legend.
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In that legend, it is said that after death, a person turns into a butterfly and is reborn. It is a kind of nirvana of real life, from death to life. It is a gift of life, a kind of breaking out of a cocoon and becoming a butterfly.
"Could this...is this the hope of our clan? From death to life, from illusion to reality, and all of this requires a point, an opportunity to turn a cocoon into a butterfly, and this disaster is just this point.
This opportunity..."
Ancestor Yue Ling murmured, and the light of understanding flashed in his eyes. They were already dead. They died in the sacrifice that the Lord Moon God believed in by their clan had to sacrifice for the life of their master. They
, is also an illusory reincarnation.
"We move from death to life, from cocoons to butterflies, then... where are we going? Isn't that life not the real life, but the life of the soul? If we want to be resurrected in the real sense, then we
The Ling Clan needs help...Qin Xuan's hand, he...he is our Yueling Clan's last hope..."
A trace of enlightenment arose in the mind of Patriarch Yueling. At this moment, he thought of his ancestor's shocking calculations after reincarnation, thought of the word "Qin" in the last hope, and thought of Qin Xuan.
"Qin Xuan... I hope, but my Yueling clan has sacrificed so much and only killed four people. The last person is still not dead. Maybe there are more enemies who have not come. We have become mortals now. Only
You have three days left to live. If you don’t wake up, then..."
Ancestor Yueling sighed. He tried his best. He did so much and made so many sacrifices. Everything was for a vague hope. Maybe the truth he knew might also be a lie. They were real.
, but he still chose to believe it all.
Because he saw the dedication of that ancestor and the scenes flashing through his memory, he let his heart and soul choose to believe that Qin Xuan was their hope...
"I hope..."
Ancestor Yue Ling murmured such words, then lowered his head, and his eyes fell on Yue Yingying not far away. Looking at her, his heart couldn't help but ache, and at this moment, Yue Yingying
His eyes also looked over.
"Grandpa Zu..."
Yue Yingying saw her grandfather who had always loved her. She wanted to cry, but there were no tears. She slowly crawled over and threw herself into the arms of Ancestor Yue Ling. A hoarse voice came out, with endless desolation.
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"Grandpa...they...they..."
"Good boy, don't cry. Didn't my grandpa say that you want to be a happy child and stay with happiness your whole life..."
"Grandpa Zu..."
"Grandpa Zu, why, why did he come to kill us, why hasn't Senior Brother come back yet, why..."
Silent crying came, turning into hoarse desolation. Ancestor Yue Ling gently patted Yue Yingying's back. His face had always been one of love and gentleness. At this moment, Zhong Zhong, who was sitting next to Ancestor Yue Ling, patted Yue Yingying's back gently.
Clan leader Nian, Yue Huanli, and the strong man Dahu all looked at and listened blankly, not knowing what they were thinking in their hearts.
At the same time, outside the Moon Spirit Holy Ministry, in the original battlefield, the Sixth Prince, who was originally showing arrogance and pride, was now sitting cross-legged on the ground, with streaks of blood flashing on his body, as if
What are you resisting?
"Damn, damn, no matter how powerful the treasure is, it can't immediately resolve that damn strange power. The Yueling Clan, when this prince resolves this power, he must kill you all to relieve the hatred in my heart.
!Ahhhh..."
His body continued to collapse, and it continued to grow under the blood. This made him, who had never experienced such pain, let out a shocking roar. In that roar, there was even more hatred and resentment.
"Moon Spirit Tribe, damn it, ah ah ah..."
Roaring sounds echoed in this silent land, but they did not spread too far, because there was a battlefield force here, forming a blockade here. Time gradually passed, and one day passed in the blink of an eye.
..
During this day, with the help of the women and children from the back mountain of the Yueling tribe, the remaining hundreds of Yueling ancestors received some nourishment, but the air was always filled with sadness and silent crying.
They only have two days left, maybe less than two days left.
Because there are still enemies outside, if they attack in, when Patriarch Yueling and others lose their fighting power and become mortals, all they can expect is to end up being massacred. And this, everyone in the Yueling clan, will feel in their hearts.
All very clear.
Therefore, everyone, whether it was Patriarch Yueling or the women, old and children who had been protected, had a look of determination on their faces at this moment. They did not think of leaving here because they knew they could not escape.
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Moreover, this is their home, the place where their Yueling clan has lived for generations, and they don’t want to leave.
Ancestor Yue Ling silently sat cross-legged under the Holy Moon Spirit Tree, looking at the crystal branches hanging down in the air, placing his hands on the roots arched from the ground, touching Yue Ling who had accompanied the Yue Ling clan for generations.
Holy tree.
There was a trace of reluctance on his face. What he didn't want to give up was the impending demise of his own clan. Perhaps it couldn't be called destruction because they were already dead, or it could be said to be another unknown new life.
His hand slowly touched it, feeling the warmth coming from the Moon Spirit Sacred Tree. His eyes slightly fell on the invisible back mountain in the distance, where Qin Xuan and others were.
I don't know when a sigh arose in my heart.
"If you still don't wake up... we'll do our best..."
While sighing, outside the Moon Spirit Holy Ministry, in the original battlefield, there were about two thousand figures in black at this moment. Their eyes were cold and they all had swords on their backs, surrounding the sixth prince.
The surroundings seemed to be guarding.
But at this moment, there was no roar coming from the Sixth Prince. Instead, there were countless corpses of ferocious beasts piled up there. There were also vague figures of people. On the other side, there were mountains of corpses piled up.
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The Sixth Prince sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed. Above his head, the most precious Heavenly Purpose Wheel was slowly rotating. The flesh and blood power of the ferocious beast next to him turned into a long river and was continuously sucked in, submerged into the Heavenly Purpose Wheel, and then refined.
Under the transformation, it turned into blood light and integrated into the body of the sixth prince, fighting against the strange power.
With the passage of time, and with the ebb and flow of one thing and another, the strange power became less and less. When half a day passed, the last trace of strange power finally collapsed, and the countless corpses of ferocious beasts also rumbling.
When it collapses and turns into powder, it scatters in the wind.
The sixth prince suddenly opened his eyes.
The bloody light on his body quickly gathered and disappeared into his body, and then the machine wheel flashed and fell into his hand. He suddenly stood up, and a powerful force of cultivation exploded, that was...
The second step is to glimpse the power of Nirvana and the Great Perfection.
"Hahaha... I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. The Moon Spirit Clan actually gave me a great blessing. Originally, my soul entered the Shattered Moon Realm, and my strength could only be suppressed at the first step of the Great Perfection.
Now, by chance, I have actually entered the second step of Nirvana, and it is also the Great Consummation, hahaha..."
The sixth prince's crazy laughter came, with a roar.
"Moon Spirit Clan, you have made this prince suffer so much, and I will definitely repay you, Yin Slave Qiyi!"
"My subordinate is here!"
"Immediately attack this formation for me. I want none of them to escape!"
"promise!"
Immediately, roars rose into the sky, and the sound of the formation collapsing came again. Each of these approximately two thousand black-clothed figures was the peak of the first step. Although one was not the enemy of the second step, but combined together, they were
It exploded with a tremendous force.
As the loud rumbling sound reverberated, Patriarch Yue Ling and the others immediately raised their heads. Then Patriarch Yue Ling glanced at the direction where Qin Xuan and the others were, sighing in his heart, and closed his eyes.
At this moment, all the Yueling tribe members, regardless of age or age, have come here and are sitting cross-legged under the Yueling Sacred Tree. There is a sense of determination in their expressions, that they put their lives above life and death.
An indescribable thought.
As time passed by, the formation was gradually collapsing. The loud rumbling noises continued to echo. The arrogant and cruel smile on the face of the Sixth Prince became stronger and stronger. As time went by, right there
When the formation collapsed in the last five miles, a monstrous aura suddenly burst out in the direction of Qin Xuan and others on the back mountain of the Yueling Clan.
That breath is not the power of cultivation, but the strength of a will, a powerful will that despises the world and looks down on all living beings. Under that will, nothingness trembles, the wind stops drifting, the stream stops flowing, everything happens in an instant
It stopped running, as if the will came, making them tremble and worship.
Qiao Feng opened his eyes.
His eyes were cold, like an icy cold that could not be broken. At this moment, in his sea of consciousness, a heavenly dragon was slowly swimming. It was transformed by his soul, born from his Tao thoughts, and was his life.
The creation of will.
And just when Qiao Feng opened his eyes, the ancient sword next to him also suddenly opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, a sword light immediately appeared in his pupils, and the sword light contained a powerful force.
His will makes the heaven and earth tremble, and all living beings worship him.
In his sea of consciousness, at the moment when the cocoon shattered, his soul turned into an ancient sword. The sword carried vicissitudes of life and a will that even heaven and earth could not erase. It was also his Taoist thought.
Transformation is the path he will take in the future.
Afterwards, waves of powerful aura continued to descend in the cave, and waves of will continued to appear, making the void seem to collapse. It was an extremely powerful will, a kind of... rebirth of the soul.