The first thousand three hundred and forty-seven chapters kill the common people, ferry the ferry ba
The pear blossoms were falling down, and it seemed like a rain of flowers was falling in the sky.
A beautiful shadow dances under the flowers. Looking up from a distance, this beautiful shadow is a bit hazy.
A Li song, the pear blossoms danced to tears, and the rolling rain of flowers turned into a silver moon hanging high behind the second generation, bright and distant.
The two piano sounds moved between heaven and earth, setting off a huge wave.
Under the sound of the piano, the sounds of killing around him gradually dispersed.
Both the guardians of the Jade Emperor and the warriors of the Demon Palace closed their eyes at this moment and were immersed in the sound of the piano.
The image of exhaustion in the sky dissipated, and Wen Ran walked with bare feet in this rain of flowers.
Ignoring Yue Jian Scar and others behind him, Wen Ran raised his head and looked quietly at the second generation above, a hint of heartache faintly flashed in his beautiful eyes.
The slender and green-white jade hands raised up to catch the falling pear blossoms. The pear blossoms were as light as snow, but Wen Ran felt that the pear blossoms were extremely heavy, "It carries the thoughts of hundreds of reincarnations!"
"The past is a dream sealed in the memory, and she is your most vivid memory in the beautiful time!" Wen Ran said quietly, looking at the beautiful figure with a little yearning.
The sound of the piano is like wine. If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk! Wen Ran is immersed in the sound of the piano, and his face no longer has the charming look before.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The roar of heaven and earth echoed in the sky. Thousands of monks holding swords and riding tigers and wolves galloped between heaven and earth, heading straight for the second generation.
The monstrous murderous intent and Haoran's rules are entangled together, forming ripples.
Falling flowers touch the ripples and turn into running water and disperse.
Among the thousands of troops, Fanghun danced alone. The second generation nodded and played the harp, paying no attention to the tens of thousands of monks galloping towards him.
Under the silver moon, the second generation's face was a little pale, and his hands were a little white, and he was weakly playing the regular strings. His fingertips had passed through a thousand years, and he was playing with the pain of hundreds of reincarnations.
The watery moonlight flows out along with the music of the piano.
The iron hooves trampled through time, the war sword tore apart the moonlight, and thousands of murderous intentions roared in.
Whistle! A green shirt rustled. The long hair behind the second generation danced wildly in the wind and blended into the moonlight.
Getting closer and closer, the oppression around her became more and more terrifying, but when the pear blossom fell into the moonlight, the gentle moonlight became extremely overbearing and dazzling.
The monks galloping through the heaven and earth, their swords were not drawn yet, disappeared under the moonlight and the rain of flowers.
"The nothingness that is more terrifying than deathly silence is the nothingness of rules!" Qianchuan Ya murmured. The moment the moonlight fell on Huang Quan, his figure suddenly retreated, fearing that it would touch the moonlight and the rain of flowers.
"The rules are empty. What kind of cultivation level is this?" Yuchen frowned slightly, his eyes full of fear.
With his murderous intention dissipated, Mo Che raised his head, looked at the moonlight, and sighed slightly. The song "Monk's Kill" was disintegrated in the moonlight.
Boom! The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, Mo Che closed his eyes tightly, the overwhelming sound of killing also died silent at this moment, and the voice of the Confucian scholars reciting gradually became lower.
"If a monk kills, the murderous intention will eventually dissipate in the cycle of reincarnation!" The second generation raised his head and looked at the seven towering mountains. As long as he is willing, these seven mountains will fall apart in an instant.
"The killing of the monks is not the last zither music. This is the third zither music dedicated to the seniors by the juniors. Kill the common people!"
"The mountains and rivers of flesh and blood, the common people are angry. Three thousand sword gods in white robes rise from the east to fight in the nine heavens!" Mo Che closed his eyes tightly, waved his hands again, and the murderous intention in the music increased again.
On top of the towering mountains, three thousand dazzling sword lights suddenly appeared, illuminating the entire world.
The sound of the piano became louder and louder, and three thousand sword lights arrived in an instant, galloping in the moonlight. They were clearly three thousand white-robed swordsmen who had transformed into the rules of heaven and earth.
"Moon Gods of All Generations!" When everyone's eyes touched the four white-robed swordsmen headed by them, they immediately exclaimed.
The white-robed swordsman holding a sword and looking indifferent was clearly the moon god of all generations.
"The sound of the piano involves the rules of heaven and earth, blends into the will, and transforms into three thousand white-robed swordsmen!"
"Such majestic rules of heaven and earth, such terrifying music!" Yue Jian Scar murmured, and his figure took a few steps back again.
When he saw a beautiful figure standing under the moonlight, Yue Sword Scar frowned suddenly. The strength of this deputy master of the Demon Palace was also mysterious and terrifying.
"The Supreme Throne!" The whistling sword wind hit the second generation on the face. The second generation looked at the three thousand white-robed swordsmen quietly, especially the four phantoms at the head. "The sound of the piano and the endless
The will of the moon god in the throne resonates, which is a very good music!"
"Because the four wills once represented the protection of the common people, the anger of the common people can naturally resonate with those four wills." Mo Che said lightly, with regret in his eyes. It would be great if he turned back.
"It is my will, do you think it can do anything to me?" the second generation said lightly, a petal crossed his face and fell in the moonlight.
As soon as this petal touched the moonlight, it condensed the rules of heaven and earth, and suddenly formed a white-haired old man.
The sword leaves turned into a lonely boat, and the old man stood on the lonely boat, ferrying under the moonlight, waiting for the sweetheart who had not returned for a lifetime.
Under the moonlight, a fragrant soul is dancing while playing the harp, and a gray-haired old man is ferrying under the moonlight, which turns into a picture of heaven and earth.
"In the endless sea of reincarnation, I will cross the reincarnation and regain my soul." The second generation said calmly, but the sound of his piano became louder in vain, and the moonlight surged out wildly.
Two completely different rules prevailed. At this moment, the mountains and rivers were dead silent.
The pale moonlight filled the world, and everyone saw that a fragrant soul danced alone between heaven and earth, a Li song floated, and pear blossoms danced to tears.
Three thousand dazzling sword pillars shot straight into the sky, and the blood-red sky and earth dimmed in an instant.
Fanghun danced alone among the sword pillars, attracting the attention of all present.
And the old man on the ferry, riding the wind and waves, and riding the turbulent moonlight torrent, went straight to Fanghun.
Looking into the distance for thousands of years, the prosperity has disappeared, and I only miss you with black hair and white clothes. You are ferrying through endless reincarnations, just looking for the place where your soul falls.
The sound of the piano is ethereal, and the phantom of the white-haired old man is the will of the second generation, ferrying reincarnation, and in a blink of an eye, this heart will not change.
Three thousand dazzling sword pillars set off a surging torrent of rules under the moon, but this torrent turned into nothingness under the lone boat.
"Old Mo Mo was wrong from the beginning. He has been on this road for hundreds of lives. How can he give up because of the so-called common people? What does the common people have to do with him? If he doesn't care about the common people, why should he flaunt the so-called nobility?"
"As long as it is necessary to persist, you must persist. Aren't I the same?" Wen Ran murmured, with a hint of reminiscence in his blurred eyes.
The ferry boat roared to this day, and the sound of the piano followed like a shadow. The swords of chaos and order broke through three thousand sword pillars, and all three thousand white robes were shattered.
The pear blossoms danced, and the fragrant soul dissipated at the moment when the lone boat was approaching, turning into fragrance and floating to the seven towering mountains in the distance.
"I have come here to change my fate against the will of heaven. I have reversed the world in this life. I have overturned the past and present. This is a path of no return, and I have no regrets!"
The music of the piano became louder and louder, and the moon roared like a tsunami. Riding on the moon, the ferry boat slammed into seven towering mountains, and the two regular giant swords swung down.
"This song is a song of no return!" Erdai's voice echoed throughout the world, and the majestic mountains could not bear the gentle moonlight, and at this moment, they completely collapsed.
Click! The steep mountain collapsed and dispersed into rules.
The rules of the majestic Haoran no longer exist, and seven lonely stone statues float in mid-air, blocking the blood moon behind them.
The moonlight fell on Mo Che's face, making his already pale face even more bloodless.
The moonlight was like silk, binding Mo Che's hands.
The moonlight is like a net, covering the seven stone statues, and the overwhelming general trend is tightly suppressed in the stone statues.
Whoosh! The galloping lone boat crossed the sky and the earth, heading straight for the Blood Moon. The power contained in the lone boat became more and more terrifying. This terrifying blow would completely smash the Blood Moon.
"The ferrying reincarnation, the blood moon shall be shattered!" When the piano music reached its highest pitch, the second generation stopped, stood up, and looked at the phantom of the lone boat that was going away.
Whoosh! The sharp sound of breaking wind came, blowing Mo Che's long hair. The phantom of the lone boat continued to enlarge in his eyes, and then it was shrouded in the moonlight. The majestic regular filaments restrained him, making him unable to move.
No.
"Palace Master!" Sensing Mo Che's predicament, Qianchuan Ya and Yu Chen took action one after another, but the second generation's original body suppressed him.
"Giggle, this is their business, just leave it alone!" Wen Ran covered his mouth and smiled, looking at Yue Jian Scar and others who were about to take action with a smile on their eyes.
Whoosh! The wave of rules is surging behind the lone boat, becoming more and more terrifying.
"It can't be stopped anymore. Is the blood moon about to break?" A look of helplessness appeared on the corner of Mo Che's mouth. His whole body was restrained and he didn't even have the chance to use his trump card. (To be continued...)
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