The first thousand three hundred and ninety-two chapters hold fate by the throat
"Wow!"
A baby's cry suddenly sounded, and at this moment, countless people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
While breathing a sigh of relief, more people sighed slightly.
Over the past hundreds of years, countless babies have been born here, but only a handful of them have survived, except for one in the future.
Hot blood dripped from the woman's lower body. The woman's legs tightened slightly. Regardless of the pressure from the chains, she slowly bent down and picked up the newborn baby.
The born baby has a pair of clear and bright eyes, staring motionlessly at the woman.
"It's a boy, your name is Hope, you are my little hope!" the woman said weakly, with the joy of being a new mother on her face.
"Congratulations!" Ye Chen whispered, continued to close his eyes, waved the Qilin Sword in his hand, and brought up a series of sword shadows.
Among millions of prisoners, the arrival of a small hope at least inspired them. It turns out that as long as you persist, there is hope.
But half a day later, a problem arose.
How could a woman who hadn't eaten any food for months have any milk to feed little Hope?
The hungry baby cried, and countless people sighed slightly, with helpless expressions on their faces.
The woman bit her fingertip, and hot blood dripped from it. The woman carefully put her finger into the baby's mouth, and the baby stopped crying, and its bright eyes blinked lightly.
The devastated face was full of kindness. The woman smiled and patted the baby gently.
Looking at this heartwarming scene, many people's eyes felt moist.
"When the future is born, her mother is like this. Feeding the future with her own blood."
"If this were not the case, with the future mother's cultivation, perhaps it would not be a problem to sustain it for several more decades."
The old woman Huan Bingyun murmured softly, "Children will always be the mother's future."
"Is this how my mother raised me?" Tears fell slowly, and Mirai murmured as she looked at the bones beside her.
"With the emergence of a new life, she has taken her fate hostage!" the middle-aged man said in a low voice, sighing slightly, and there was another sentence he did not say, that the woman would eventually die.
"If you take fate hostage, then hold its throat. Never let it conquer me!" Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the eternal sky, murmured, and danced the Qilin Sword mechanically, clang!
When sparks flew everywhere, more subtle cracks spread on the Qilin Sword.
The fishy wind blew slowly, and from time to time a soft hum came: "Sleep! Go to sleep! My dear baby, the night is quiet, and mother's arms are so warm."
Holding the baby in her arms tenderly, the woman hummed softly. The baby slowly fell asleep amidst her singing. It was not just the baby who fell asleep, but many prisoners also closed their eyes.
Clang! The sound of the clash of gold and iron gradually faded away. Ye Chen controlled the strength of the sword, fearing that the sound would disturb the baby's sleep.
Just as the middle-aged man Wuming said, the woman had taken a hostage to fate. Feeding the baby with her own blood, the woman's face became increasingly pale.
Until seven days later, the gentle singing no longer sounded, accompanied by the baby crying, "Wow!"
Opening his eyes, Ye Chen sighed slightly. In the distance, he saw a woman kneeling on her knees and raising her body backwards. Even though she was completely dead, her hands were still holding the baby strongly.
"She's gone!" The middle-aged man murmured softly, slowly raising his right hand and shooting out a soft powerful storm.
I saw this soft wind turning into an invisible palm shadow. The palm shadow gently held up the baby. The soft wind blew back, and the middle-aged man slowly raised his hands and hugged the baby.
A torn strip of cloth was hung on the baby, with a few feeble words written on it: "My child, if you are still alive, please believe that your mother loved you deeply!"
The scrawled handwriting shocked everyone's heartstrings. The middle-aged man sighed slightly, bit his fingertip, and blood dripped down and fell into the baby's mouth.
The bright eyes were still blinking gently, the baby swallowed blood and stopped crying.
Looking at this scene, Ye Chen's eyes flashed with surprise. Although this middle-aged man was taciturn, he still had a heart of compassion hidden under his pretended numbness.
Sensing Ye Chen's gaze, the middle-aged man named Wuming said calmly: "Little Hope, he is a compatriot of mine and yours!"
The bloody sky is extremely gloomy, like a ferocious devil, swallowing up all hope.
Everyone looked at the gradually cold body and fell silent for a while.
Wow! Rain of blood fell one after another, and everyone raised their heads to welcome this rain of blood that happened once every half month.
More than a thousand soldiers with indifferent expressions stood in the sky, looking at the millions of prisoners below, and burst into laughter.
Especially when some soldiers saw Ye Chen wielding a sword, they laughed even louder, "Look, that fool is still waving his sword!"
"Tsk, tsk, the martial chain was refined for me, the powerful Tiangang man, how could it be cut off by him!"
"No, last time I went to see it, the kid made a sword mark that was thinner than a hair. When the sword mark is only a few inches, I will give him a new chain!"
Bursts of laughter echoed with the sound of rain. In the past six months, they also knew that among the millions of prisoners, there was someone who was wielding a sword all day long in an attempt to cut off the chain. Not only did these soldiers not stop him, they even made bets on when the kid would give up.
Ye Chen turned a deaf ear to the roar of laughter above and continued to lower his head, concentrating his energy with his left hand and wielding a sword with his right hand.
Clang! The sound of gold and iron clashing slowly echoed in the rain, day after day, never stopping.
In the end, the soldiers escorting the prisoners got used to the sound of the clash of gold and iron, and occasionally stopped, looking at Ye Chen numbly, shaking their heads, not even interested in ridiculing.
After gathering his vitality and waving down his sword, Ye Chen's life became as dull as water. Familiar faces disappeared from the surrounding martial arts racks, and strange figures took their place. Until finally, Ye Chen discovered
I also felt a little numb.
"It's been a year!" Ye Chen raised his head, looked at the unchanged sky, and murmured to himself.
After condensing a year of vitality, Ye Chen's badly damaged body returned to the fourth level of its heyday, and a one-inch-deep sword mark appeared on the chain, which was extremely eye-catching.
Wuming held the several-month-old baby in his arms and looked at the inch-deep sword mark, his eyes changing slightly. At this moment, he had to admire Ye Chen's perseverance in not giving up.
"Forty percent of the physical strength!" Ye Chen murmured, taking a step forward with his right foot, dragging the heavy iron chain, and was about to rise with the sword, but there were loud footsteps in the distance, like
A wave of soldiers came again.
After one glance, Ye Chen looked away and continued to swing his sword. He knew that those soldiers would not stop him from swinging his sword.
Bang bang! The sound of rapid footsteps gradually sounded in his ears, and two soldiers with extremely fierce expressions walked towards Ye Chen.
Seeing this, Ye Chen frowned slightly, stopped swinging his sword, and looked at the two soldiers calmly.
A fierce light flickered in the eyes of the two soldiers. Their eyes paused on Ye Chen for a few breaths, and then moved away. They walked directly around Ye Chen and walked towards the left side, where the future locking frame was.
"This little bitch can mine now, tsk tsk, I have to enjoy it today!" The two soldiers smiled lewdly.
Seeing two soldiers walking towards the future, Ye Chen's heart suddenly changed. In this year, the future was not escorted to the palace.
There was a look of fear in her bright beautiful eyes, but Mirai did not scream in panic. Ever since she became sensible, she knew that one day she would be escorted to the palace.
"Let's go! Little bitches, don't ask for trouble!" One of the soldiers sneered while dragging the heavy chain.
Meeting that fierce gaze, Future made no resistance and walked forward with heavy steps, letting the two soldiers drag the chains.
"The future!" Ye Chen whispered, veins popped up on his hands, and the chains clanked.
Hearing the sound, Future raised his head, with a hint of sadness in his bright eyes, "Uncle Ye Zi, how I hope you can use your sword on me, I really hope..."
Before he could finish speaking in the future, he was interrupted by a soldier, "Let's go!"
"Future!" Ye Chen's voice was a little hoarse, and the existence of the locking frame prevented him from moving forward even half a minute.
There was a kind of despair that Ye Chen had experienced several times before, and he even swore that he would become stronger and never experience that kind of despair again.
When Mu Ye left, he felt helpless despair, when Lin Zhiyun left, he felt bitter despair, when the second dream was sealed, he felt the despair of resistance, and also the despair in front of him.
"We must not let those beasts ruin the future, absolutely not!" Ye Chen roared, raised the Qilin sword in his hand, and slashed it down at the chain below. The overwhelming murderous intent broke out in Ye Chen at this moment, blending into this
In one sword.
Bang! The chain shook, and the sword mark became deeper again.
For several months, Ye Chen has not used all his physical power. Once he uses all his physical power, the sword marks in front of him may be several inches deep, but this will immediately touch the bottom line of those soldiers.
Therefore, he has been waiting for the opportunity, waiting for his body to recover 60-70% of its strength, so that he can cut off the martial chain in one fell swoop.
But now, Ye Chen doesn't care about all this. She will step in front of the palace in the future and cut off this martial chain...)
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