Chapter 898 Left hand holds life, right hand holds death (2)
Chapter 898 The left hand holds life, the right hand holds death
Chapter 898 The left hand holds life, the right hand holds death
That look seemed to have seen all the vicissitudes of the world.
An inexplicable sadness still hovered in Ye Chen's eyes, and this inexplicable sadness infected the surrounding snow.
Ye Chen closed his eyes again, and the dreams he had experienced before swept over like a tide, hovering in his mind.
"Alas!" Ye Chen sighed slightly. To this day, he still remembers the murderous intention that hated the world to the extreme.
"Because it's unfair, I'm resentful!" That kind of hatred is enough to destroy everything. Ye Chen quietly savored it, savoring the warmth and tranquility when he met Yue Qin Yun.
Savoring the heartbreak of losing the Yueqin's charm, savoring the loneliness of hundreds of years.
"This is the fourth generation! This is also his life, his artistic conception, and his sword intention!" Ye Chen whispered, looking at his hands in confusion.
"My right hand has slaughtered countless living beings in the world. My right hand represents death. Killing is originally a sin, and my right hand is a sin!" Endless death energy came out of Ye Chen's right hand in vain, wrapping around his fingertips.
"And my left hand is salvation, representing new life!" Ye Chen raised his left hand, endless vitality filling it.
"The right hand represents death, and the left hand represents rebirth! Death and rebirth are originally a cycle. Death is the beginning of rebirth, and rebirth is also the beginning of death!" Ye Chen slowly raised his hands and put them together.
The black energy representing death and the white energy representing rebirth blended together, and their spatial fluctuations spread out.
"Reincarnation of life and death!" Huo Qilin whispered, with a solemn look in his eyes.
Looking at the figure in front of him, Huo Qilin felt a trance. In Ye Chen's body, he seemed to see the shadow of the fourth generation.
Huo Qilin still remembers that scene. A young man with white hair as white as snow came with the aura of black and white. His left hand held rebirth, his right hand held death, and he controlled reincarnation.
"He's right. I lost four generations of magical powers before!" Two completely different fluctuations filled Ye Chen's body. The black and white aura surged out of Ye Chen's dark eyes again, and the black and white aura surrounded his eyes.
The pupils rotated away.
"Life and death are eternal!" Ye Chen whispered, and in an instant, the whole world became silent in vain. The snow, the wind, time is eternal, and space is eternal.
Only the fluctuations of life and death permeate this world, and only in an instant, this strange change dissipates.
"The left hand holds rebirth, and the right hand holds death!" Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the endless void, with a little contemplation in his eyes.
The seeds of weeds floated in the wind, and Ye Chen gently brushed them with his left hand. In an instant, endless green color spread on the ice.
"This is new life!" The weeds grew crazily, submerging Ye Chen's feet.
Ye Chen raised his right hand again and brushed it gently. Endless death aura filled the air, and the green grass all over the field withered immediately, and was finally covered by flying snow.
"This is death, one year old and one withered glory!" Ye Chen lowered his hands slowly, and the energy of life and death dissipated.
And at this moment, a terrifying will spread from the center of Ye Chen's eyebrows, spreading to all directions.
Bang bang! The ice layer couldn't bear this terrifying will and immediately shattered. Even the void shattered, and endless turbulence surged in the dark space cracks.
"The will of the Moon God, the will of the fourth generation!" Ye Chen whispered: "Although it is only the remnant of the will of the fourth generation, compared to the martial will of ordinary martial arts warriors, this will is still extremely terrifying!"
Under this will, the figure of the fire unicorn fell in vain in the void.
"The will of the fourth generation!" Huo Qilin's face turned slightly solemn, "You can actually use the will of the fourth generation!"
"If you pray to the Buddha, you will be possessed by the Buddha and the demon! If you pray to the Moon God, you will sink into dreams, illusions and illusions. The Moon God is the Moon God after all!"
Ye Chen opened his eyes, and this terrifying will converged in Ye Chen's eyebrows like a tide. Ye Chen chuckled and said, "Because of this, we resonated, and the feeling of rejection disappeared!"
"However, of the four wills of the Moon God, the only ones that can be used now are the wills of the fourth generation!" Ye Chen whispered.
Among the generations of moon gods, Ye Chen has the deepest understanding of the sword intent of the fourth generation, which is why Ye Chen can arrange the dream in one fell swoop.
"If we meet him now, then at least we will have the power to fight back!" Ye Chen whispered.
That finger three days ago was a humiliating finger. At least Ye Chen would not forget that finger.
"How many days has it been?" Ye Chen stood up, with snowflakes falling all over his body, and his long, ink-like hair was fluttering in the wind again.
"Three days have passed, and today is the third Zongbi day!" As Ye Chen calmed down his breath, the palpitating feeling in Huo Qilin's heart also dissipated.
"On the third day, Zongbi!" Ye Chen whispered, stood up, and walked into the endless wind and snow, "Then it's time to go back!"
Whoosh! The figure of the fire unicorn turned into a monstrous Suzaku fire and submerged into the unicorn ring.
As dawn broke, its vast rays broke through the thick clouds, spilled out, and fell into the vast white sky and earth.
The ice was as smooth as a mirror, and the floating clouds were reflected on it. The morning sun rose slowly, also dyeing the sky red with rosy clouds.
Dozens of ice sculptures stood on the ice, and when the dawn fell on the ice sculptures, cracks spread, and finally the ice cracked, revealing Qing Jue and others.
They raised their heads and looked at the far end without saying a word. They were waiting for someone to come back.
Thousands of sword lights are already rising above the ice, and on Fengzong Island, the sword lights are flying and colorful.
Tens of thousands of sword chants resounded on Fengzong Island. At this moment, the flying snow in the sky was stunned. On the third day, Zongbi officially started after the tens of thousands of sword chants sounded.
Turning around, Qingjue whispered: "Zongbi has already started on the third day!"
"Fudai promised that he would come back!" Jue Lin's eyes were still on the far end, "So, he will definitely come back!"
The snow is getting heavier and heavier. At least, the snowflakes flying all over the sky have obscured the sight of Qing Jue and others.
Zongbi will never be delayed because of missing someone. After the old man's cold shout sounded, a terrifying aura emerged in the sky.
The ratio of the disciples of the third-rate sect, for a moment, the terrifying sword intention filled the sky.
Han Jian raised his head, looked at Fengzong Island in the void, and continued to close his eyes, waiting for the return of faith.
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, until the afterglow of the late sunset falls on the ice, and Zongbi ends again on the third day.
The sword light was once again flying on Fengzong Island, and the disciples of the unconventional sects who were watching the battle were all filled with exclamation and talking about today's battle.
Obviously, today's fighting between the third-rate sect disciples has brought them a lot, and it is a worthwhile trip.
The sword light was flying, but at this moment, their voices suddenly stopped. They stood in the void, as if they noticed something, raised their heads and looked at the distant end.
Qingjue and the others, who had their eyes tightly closed, also raised their heads, looking at the distant end with a bit of surprise in their eyes.
At the end, snowflakes were flying, and the late twilight dyed the snowflakes golden, and a slightly thin figure walked out of the late dusk.
His steps were not heavy, but powerful. Every time he took a step, the earth seemed to be unable to bear his steps and trembled slightly.
The long hair behind him was swaying in the wind, pulling in the snowflakes flying around him, and the snowflakes were flying around his figure.
This figure in white clothes and the snow, the late dusk, and the flying snowflakes form a natural picture.
Everyone's voices suddenly stopped, fearing that their own voices would break the peaceful scene.
"Fifth generation!" Qing Jue whispered, with a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth.
Ye Chen raised his head and looked at several figures in the distance, with a long-lost smile at the corner of his mouth.
Ye Chen's pace was still extremely slow, but after just a few steps, Ye Chen stood in front of Han Jian and the others. He raised his head and looked at the figure in the sky.
In an instant, the unconventional sect disciples did not dare to look directly into Ye Chen's eyes and fell towards the ice below.
"Is Zongbi over on the third day?" Ye Chen whispered, with a bit of vicissitudes in his voice. This was a vicissitudes of life that Qing Jue and others could not understand.
"It's over!" Han Jian said in a deep voice. Suddenly, a loud cold shout resounded from the sky: "The second-rate sect Shenjian Villa will not challenge the leaders of the second-rate sects!"
This sound was like a bolt from the blue, and in an instant, the entire Fengzong Island was boiling again.
Countless rays of sword light shot up and rushed towards Fengzong Island. This cold shout was still floating in the sky, and this voice contained a terrifying pressure.
"Martial arts realm!" Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the sky with a slightly solemn expression.
"The martial arts realm is so coercive that someone from the second-rate sect has broken through to the martial arts realm!" Qing Jue whispered.
Martial arts realm warriors are enough to sweep away the second-rate sect masters. After all, the spiritual martial arts realm only masters the rules and magical powers, while the martial arts realm masters the will of martial arts.
For a time, countless sword lights gathered on Fengzong Island. On Fengzong Island, the disciples of each major sect fell on their respective sect ranks.
Even the disciples of the three major halls rarely return to the platform. After all, this is Zongbi's rule.
The owner of Shenjian Villa did not hold a sword. He stood on the huge platform and looked at the sky with indifferent eyes.
A sword, a figure, and a cold wind emerged on the platform in vain. The long flowing hair behind him was flying, and the sword energy spread from the long sword.
The old man as the sect leader appeared again, and even the three palace masters and the three legends also appeared on the sect level.
"Excalibur Villa does not exist, a member of the Holy Son Party!" The prince squinted his eyes and raised his head, "Even the guy from the Holy Son can do such a fair and just deal with the fifth generation!"
After saying that, the prince glanced at the expressions of the three palace masters. Obviously, the expressions of the three palace masters were quite unkind.
"What's the difference between your strength three days ago and three days later?" The Holy Son chuckled, the black mist surged, and its cold aura spread...