Chapter 903 Reincarnation for thousands of generations, reduced to reincarnation
Chapter 903: Reincarnation for thousands of lives, reduced to reincarnation
Chapter 903: Reincarnation for thousands of lives, reduced to reincarnation
The magical power of reincarnation of life and death!
The crescent moon is like a bow, spanning the sky, and the cold moonlight is spreading like flowing water.
A huge Yin-Yang fish appeared in the sky, its Qilin sword was inserted into the Yin-Yang fish, and endless sword energy filled it.
Ye Chen's figure stood in the silver moon. Against the backdrop of the silver moon, Ye Chen's figure was looming, a little hazy.
However, this figure gave people a sense of desolate loneliness. In the desolate years, he was only accompanied by the endless fleeting years.
Xuanyuan Ye stood up for the first time, looked at the obscured figure solemnly, and whispered: "Fourth Generation!"
With his hair as white as frost and his clothes as white as snow, Murong Yu also stood up. At this moment, his eyes seemed to see through time and space and saw the figure standing in the long river of history.
Thousands of years of wind and rain have faded away the prosperity of the glass, and the desolate sword spirit of the fourth generation has settled.
Huang Pu also stood up, and on Ye Chen's back, he saw the figure of the fourth generation, the figure engraved in the long river of history.
The moon became cold and condensed into frost, and the pale crescent moon caught the past, making this loneliness blend into the night sky, a night sky that lasts forever.
Ye Chen's expression was calm, and there was no emotion in his dark eyes, but there was an aura of vicissitudes of life permeating his body. This aura was like coming from the eternal night sky, which had witnessed the changes of countless mountains and rivers.
The wind blew up the moonlight and blew up the snowflakes like frost! The moon was like frost and the snow was like flowers. This snow fell into the air of death and bloomed into the loneliness of the past life.
The aura of death circulated in Ye Chen's fingertips. Ye Chen's hand reached out to the moonlight, held the falling snowflakes, and whispered: "Four generations of reincarnation!"
"That dream is like a lonely lamp, illuminating a lonely journey, telling the story of a sword with that peerless loneliness!" Ye Chen whispered: "To this day, I still remember the smile of the fourth generation, but that smile
After Sui Yue Qin Yun leaves, there will be no more!"
"The continent without Yue Qin Yun is like an empty city, and that lonely sword guards that empty city in its prosperous times!" When Ye Chen whispered, the cold moonlight tore into pieces the boundless darkness.
"To be able to display his magical power to this point, at least he has not lost his magical power for four generations!" the proud man whispered.
Whoosh! The flowing moonlight enveloped the world. Wu Cun raised his head and looked directly at the figure in the silver moon. He knew that if he continued, his fighting spirit would be dispersed by the moonlight.
"No matter how weird the supernatural power is in the world, suppress it in the name of my will!" The vicissitudes of life and loneliness also spread in Wu Cun's heart. At this moment, Wu Cun stepped out with the sword again.
Stepping on the cold moonlight, the will of martial arts spreads out! Ten percent of the will of martial arts suppresses everything in the world, including the supernatural powers in front of you.
First, the rules evolved into the magical power of sword shadow. This time, Bu Xun evolved into the sword shadow with martial arts will!
He took several steps in succession, each step shattered the moonlight, and a shadow transformed by the martial arts will that permeated the world emerged in the void.
Without holding the sword, martial arts will burst out crazily, suppressing the heaven and earth within a few miles around, and also suppressing the sword intention within a few miles around.
At least those Soul Martial Realm warriors felt inexplicably depressed at this moment, their minds were shaken, and they had to summon their true energy to resist this pressure.
"In the name of my sword, merge my will and suppress it!" Bu Cun shouted coldly, and the shadow of the martial arts sword merged into the long sword. The long sword was raised, and the sky and the earth roared together. The moment Bu Cun appeared above Ye Chen, Bu Cun
The long sword in Cun's hand suddenly fell down.
But at this moment, the confusion in Ye Chen's eyes dissipated, and he looked calmly at Wu Cun.
In this gaze, the sword in Bu Cun's hand trembled in vain. Through those dark eyes, he saw the endless sea of blood and the roaring souls of injustice.
"Reincarnation of life and death!" Ye Chen whispered, his voice was very soft, for fear of breaking the water-like moonlight.
But the moment this sound sounded, it echoed out, echoing in the depths of the non-existent soul.
"Do you know that reincarnation, reincarnation for thousands of lives, you in this life is just the past life in the next life, and you see you in the past life again!" Ye Chen's voice blended into the soul that no longer exists like the sound of heaven and earth.
Lifting his sword finger, Ye Chen's right finger gently touched the moonlight, and the silver moon behind him was in vain submerged in the yin-yang fish.
But the yin-yang fish appeared out of thin air above the non-existence, and the diffuse moonlight fell into the non-existence's eyes, dispelling the martial arts will.
And it is this gentle moonlight, and the mind that does not exist sinks in it in vain.
Light snowflakes fell away, fell into the moonlight, and landed on the long sword that was no longer there. The long sword vibrated in vain.
However, the figure that was shooting towards him stopped in vain, and his eyes looked at the rotating Yin-Yang fish in front of him with a slightly blank look.
Bang bang! The shadow of the martial arts sword fell on the Yin Yang Fish and turned into nothingness. There was a little struggle in Wu Cun's eyes.
One glance was like reincarnation for thousands of lives. At this glance, Bu Cun saw the past life, the previous life, the next life, the next life, and the reincarnation for thousands of lives. His soul became weaker and weaker.
In these thousands of reincarnations, sometimes he was the emperor of the empire, sometimes he was just a down-and-out scholar, sometimes he was a young woman who died unjustly, and sometimes he was an old man living on the streets.
Until the end, Bu Cun saw a twilight old man walking into the twilight of twilight, and the reincarnation ended like this.
"It's just, who am I?" The confusion in his eyes is getting deeper and deeper, and his mind has sunk.
"Who am I!" Bu Cun whispered again, and the sword in his hand fell down weakly and landed on the platform.
The sword energy like the tide disappeared, and in an instant, the long hair turned white in vain, and the white hair was like snow, floating in the wind, carrying the confusion of past lives and the sadness of thousands of lives.
The cold moonlight dissipated, and the Yin-Yang fish was still spinning, and finally turned into a stream of light and submerged into Ye Chen's Moon God mark, and the boundless darkness receded like a tide.
The rising sun once again jumped into the sky, and the soft sunshine spread out. This sunshine brought everyone a long-lost warmth.
But when this sunlight fell into Bu Cun's eyes, Bu Cun became even more crazy.
"Who am I?" Wu Cun seemed to be asking the sky, the earth, the people in front of him, or himself.
"Who am I?" Bu Cun roared up to the sky, and with Bu Cun's roar, the surrounding space shattered in vain, and the turbulent flow fell on Bu Cun, and in an instant, blood was flying.
Eye-catching sword marks appeared on Bu Cun's body, but the heartbreaking pain could no longer stop Bu Cun from continuing to roar: "Who am I?"
Stepping through the turbulent flow of space, Bu Cun madly rushed towards Fengzong Island with a staggering figure, roaring continuously, and rushed towards the east where the rising sun is.
The flying white hair dissipated in the sunlight, and looking at the figure gradually disappearing, the whole place fell into a deathly silence.
"Who am I?" The missing voice still hovered in the sky, and this voice made the scene even more silent.
"What kind of magical power is this!" Countless warriors murmured softly. They have been practicing for decades and hundreds of years, but they have never encountered such a weird magical power.
"What did he see in that glance that made a martial arts warrior go so crazy and become a lunatic!" A first-rate sect master whispered, with a look of horror in his eyes.
Everyone looked at Ye Chen with unprecedented horror and shock in their eyes, even the elders and sect masters of the first-class sects, and the elders of the three major halls.
Using magical powers to turn a martial arts warrior into a madman is something that has never happened before.
In martial arts, all are ants. Is this correct? At this time, people who had previously concluded that Ye Chen would lose began to question this statement.
The Holy Son stood on the sect steps, his eyes like lightning, staring straight at the figure in the void. The smile in his eyes had dissipated at some point.
For the first time, the Holy Son was a little afraid of Ye Chen. Facing the water-like moonlight, he also felt palpitations. Is this the fourth generation magical power?
The disciples of Shenjian Villa finally reacted, their sword light leaped into the sky, and they all chased in the direction Bu Cun left.
The old man who was the sect leader sighed slightly, looked at the direction Bu Cun was leaving with a deep look, and said slowly: "Excalibur Villa challenged the Sword God Sect, the challenge of Excalibur Villa failed!"
This sound was like the sound of heaven and earth hovering in the sky, breaking the silence of the scene.
It wasn't until this voice sounded that everyone realized that the advancement of Shenjian Villa had failed, and a strong martial artist was defeated at the hands of a young man in the Lingwu realm.
For a moment, most of the eyes looking at Ye Chen showed awe.
Witnessing the cycle of life and death with his own eyes, Xuanyuan Ye sighed in a low voice and his eyes fell on the back of Shengxue in white. He became increasingly unable to see through the inscrutableness of this young fifth generation.
The same goes for Murong Yu and Huang Pu. Although they had tried their best to overestimate Ye Chen before, it seems that they still underestimated Ye Chen's strength and his mystery.
"Three days ago, this magical power was definitely not like this, and three days later, it has changed like this. What on earth has he experienced in these three days!" the Holy Son whispered, with a rare solemn look in his eyes.
The prince chuckled, his smile still so evil, "Very interesting!" After saying this, the prince raised his head and looked at the Son, "This way, he will have less energy to focus on the Son of God!"
Ye Muwan looked at Ye Chen's figure, with a look of shock in her beautiful eyes. Although she had believed that Ye Chen would win before, she never thought that Ye Chen would be so strong, but the corners of her mouth were still involuntarily pulled.
Show a smile.
This is him. No matter when, no one can understand him, he is him, the legend of the Ye family.
Ye Muwan glanced at Qin Wuyang, who had a dull expression next to him, and just smiled lightly without saying anything.
It's just that this smile makes Qin Wuyang a little bitter. That person has always been so unexpected. Zongbi was like this three days ago, and he is like this today.
Become famous in one battle! Perhaps after today, people on the Martial God Continent will once again remember the name Sword God Sect that has been submerged by time.
I will also remember the leader of the Sword God Sect called the Fifth Moon God, Ye Chen!
Ye Chen, who had accomplished this feat, had his eyes slightly closed as snowflakes fell, dyeing his long hair white...