Chapter 881 They Called Me Five Generations (Part 2)
Chapter 881 They call me Fifth Generation (Part 2)
Chapter 881 They call me Fifth Generation (Part 2)
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth raged in vain, and a vortex emerged out of thin air.
It seems that a strange force spreads out from the whirlpool, stirring the wind and snow between heaven and earth.
At the sect level, Qing Jue's figure suddenly shook, as if there was an indescribable pressure spreading out of the whirlpool. This pressure was so great that it was enough to shake the world. At this moment, it enveloped him, and there was even more pressure inside that made him shake.
An irresistible will!
This aura, a powerful aura, he is familiar with, very familiar with!
Lifting his head, Qing Jue stared at the sky motionlessly, as did Jue Lin.
On Fengzong Island, hundreds of thousands of warriors immediately felt the coercion descending from the sky. Thunder suddenly rose in the sky, and its roar resounded throughout the heaven and the earth, lasting for a long time, just like the heaven and the earth.
In an instant, the sound of thunder represented the heaven and earth, and its extremely cold wind tore the void into pieces. The space flowed out turbulently, washing away the falling snowflakes.
Click! An electric snake emerged from the turbulence in the void, and immediately, more and more electric snakes emerged.
The power of countless thunders filled the void, and the vortex shattered in vain. Endless chill also spread out, and the broken void was frozen in vain.
An extremely violent aura filled the hearts of everyone, and behind this aura was a bone-chilling aura.
Between the sky and the earth, the snow fell heavier and heavier, but the snow did not fall, but fell in the center of the broken whirlpool.
The snow was really weird. At the top of the sect, the prince raised his head, stared into the void, and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Are you here?"
"Is this considered the first meeting, Fifth Generation?" When the prince stared into the void, the same was true for the three palace masters.
Even the proud man who had been practicing opened his eyes, and the endless killing energy emerged from behind the proud man, forming a strange mark, and finally dissipated.
"Moon God!" Jiaozi whispered, his eyes fixed on the sky. For a moment, countless eyes also stopped on the sky.
Ye Muwan's figure suddenly trembled, her beautiful eyes turned, and she looked at the white-clothed Shengxue figure in the void in disbelief.
Ye Muwan just knew that Ye Chen came with Han Jian and others. At this moment, Ye Muwan finally knew why Han Jian and others followed Ye Chen.
"So he has become the master of the Sword God Sect!" Ye Muwan whispered, her beautiful eyes looking at the familiar figure motionlessly.
Thunder rumbled, the color of the sky and the earth changed, the void shattered, the wind blew wildly, the chill filled the air, the snowflakes condensed into ice swords, and in an instant, countless ice swords emerged and were inserted into the void.
Endless sword energy permeates these ice swords, and the sword energy transforms into a mysterious silver moon. The cold moonlight scatters. This silver moon represents the sky and the earth.
The Fengzong Island below could not bear the cold moonlight and began to vibrate, causing the ice on the sea to break.
A coercion from the depths of the souls filled everyone's souls, and at this moment, clusters of extremely strange silver flames emerged in vain, shuttled in the turbulent flow.
A white figure appeared slowly in the silver flames, under the endless rumbling thunder, and on the snowflakes condensed by the cold!
This white-clothed Shengxue figure walked out of the endless void. The endless void represented the hell of killing. At least, at this moment, everyone heard the screams of ghosts and wolves.
At the sect level, Ling Yue's eyes instantly glazed over, and an unprecedented fear spread in his heart.
"It's that person!" Ling Yue's heart was shocked, and he took a few steps back, but the horror in his eyes became more and more intense: "That figure!"
Ling Yue would never forget that scene. Countless strange ice sculptures were frozen in the void, and a figure dressed in white and snow-clad was sitting quietly on the ice field, with snow falling strangely on the figure.
A crisp sword chant sounded in vain. This sword chant came from the silver moon in the sky. This sword chant was like a roar from ancient times. This roar was the roar of the moon god.
The sound of the sword chant was enough to make the warriors present feel horrified and palpitate. Purple electric light surged wildly, and the silver moon slowly rose, all just because of the arrival of that figure.
"Is he the fifth generation?"
, cannot be erased.
Looking at that figure, Xuan Ren felt his soul tremble, and the mark between his eyebrows glowed strangely with a faint yellow light.
Qing Jue stood up suddenly, the mark between his eyebrows also trembled, a high-pitched dragon roar resounded, and a phantom of a blue dragon appeared in the sky above Qing Jue.
The phantom of the blue dragon started to fly, hovering around the silver moon. It was still daytime before, but now it has turned into night in vain.
The phantom of the white tiger tore up the void and came through the turbulent flow of space. Jue Lin's whole body erupted with a horrifying aura, and the phantom of the white tiger squatted quietly beside the silver moon.
Immediately afterwards, there was a huge phantom, the Xuanwu phantom. The Xuanwu phantom tore the sky apart, and the silver moon rose again.
Han Jian and the others stared at this scene in a daze, their eyes fixed on the figure in white clothes and snow. Their sect leader came, walking from the endless void with purple thunder, snowflakes and flames all over the sky.
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Han Jian covered his broken arm and smiled, knowing that his efforts were not in vain.
There was a glint in the corner of Feng Ge's eyes, and the sword in his hand vibrated slightly. The sect master had never let them down.
Lu Ya tightly grasped the giant sword behind his back and suppressed. From now on, he not only represents the Sword God Sect to suppress everything, but also represents the Moon God.
Liuye kept laughing, and his smile was still so indifferent. He always believed that the figure of Shengxue in white would appear, because he could not forget the blood shadow above the Sword God Gate.
Even Dejection, who had been silent all this time, smiled. The general trend of the Sword God Sect was gathered on everyone. In the wind and snow, the figures of Han Jian and others became more and more upright, like a sharp sword.
At this moment, not only Qing Jue and others were shocked, Jian Yu and others were also shocked.
Wan Yu Sword Sect, Jian Yu stood up suddenly, his pupils shrank, staring at the figure of Sheng Xue in white under the silver moon, Zi Lei cheered for him, the flames beat for him, the snowflakes danced for him. The endless power of heaven and earth merged into
Within that figure, this feeling could only change after fully controlling the rules. Jian Yu remembered that a month ago, that person had just passed the last Sword Intent level, but now, he seemed to be completely in control of the rules.
Not only Jian Yu was so shocked, but also the Pavilion Master of Bajian Pavilion, the Sect Master of Eternal Sword Sect, the Sect Master of Fire Dance Sect, etc. They all took a few breaths. A few months ago, that person was just a fake Spiritual Martial Realm.
Now, this person actually controls the rules. At this moment, if they encounter this figure again, they have no confidence to defeat him. They still can't forget that sword intention and that brilliant sword.
That sword that shocked the world and moved ghosts and gods was still deep in their minds. Jian Yu sighed slightly: "At the beginning, I couldn't understand him, and now, I can't understand him more and more!"
"Not only can you Jianyu not understand it, I can't understand it either, but one thing I know is that this era is not just the era of those three legends!" the Pavilion Master of Bajian Pavilion whispered.
The black mist surged, and the Holy Son's gaze was like a real sword light, staring straight at the figure under the silver moon. His heart was shaken, but more importantly, he was filled with ecstasy.
"A very strong body. Compared to him, Yuehen, you are really rubbish. Haha, I didn't expect his body to be so strong. I'm going to kill this body!" The black mist surged with killing intent.
The eyes of the Holy Son were filled with excitement.
Xuanyuan Ye's eyes flickered. His cultivation was very strong, much stronger than Jian Yu and others. After that figure appeared, he saw a trace of fluctuations in magical power.
There were also fluctuations in some rules. What shocked Xuanyuan Ye even more was that there were not just two types of rules, but multiple types, the rules of ice, the rules of thunder, the rules of fire, the rules of wind, and one more rule, the killing rule.
In those dark eyes, Xuanyuan Ye seemed to see hell on earth.
"Five generations!" Sitting in the endless sword energy, Murong Yu sighed softly: "What an amazing growth!"
The Master of the Martial Arts Temple was also looking into the void, but no one could understand the look in his eyes.
The sect leaders of those first-class sects also looked at the void with fear. They were already in the martial arts realm, but their souls also felt a pressure.
"Who is he?" Lin Xuan caught a glimpse of the expressions of Qing Jue and others, his eyes still filled with disbelief: "Will he be the leader of the Sword God Sect?"
"Who is he?" This confusion not only existed in Lin Xuan's heart, but also in the hearts of everyone. For a while, several whispers sounded, and everyone was talking about this person.
Even the old man who was the sect leader looked at that figure with deep meaning. In that figure, he felt a message that made him afraid.
Bang! Purple thunder tore the space apart, and thousands of thunders roared together. Under the explosion of thunder from heaven and earth, the surroundings became silent in vain, because those sect disciples found that an unprecedented pressure filled their hearts.
, they felt almost suffocated.
Thunder rumbled all over the sky and condensed. As that figure stepped out, the thunder all over the sky merged into that figure.
In the first step, thousands of thunders gathered together and merged into Ye Chen's body. In the second step, the endless roar of the wind merged into Ye Chen's eyebrows. In the third step, the silver flames beat and merged into Ye Chen's right eye. In the fourth step,
Endless chill filled the air and melted into Ye Chen's left eye.
In the fifth step, the green dragon shadow, white tiger shadow, and Xuanwu shadow merge into the silver moon. In the sixth step, the silver moon blends into the moon god's mark.
Every time he takes a step, the heaven and earth will shake in vain. His steps can shake the heaven and earth.
There is no more thunder, no more chill, no more wind, no more flames in the void, only the flying snowflakes and that figure, a figure dressed in white that outshines the snow, remain.
Dressed in white, with long black hair flying behind his back, Ye Chen stepped out step by step and walked towards the platform.
Seeing the approaching figure, the old man whispered: "Who are you?"
"Some people call me the Fifth Generation, and some people call me the Sect Leader, the Sword God Fifth Generation Moon God!"