Chapter 962 Heaven and earth are chess, common people are children
Chapter 962: Heaven and earth are chess pieces, and all the people are chess pieces (first update)
Facing that gaze without any emotion, the elder of Gui Jian Sect trembled slightly.
Under this gaze, the elder of Gui Jian Sect knew that he didn't even have a chance to resist.
"If you answer this question, then you still have a chance to be reincarnated, otherwise your soul will be destroyed!" Ye Chen said calmly.
Soul annihilation! Cold sweat penetrated the body of the elder Gui Jian Sect. After a slight hesitation, he sighed slightly: "At the beginning, after I followed the sect leader into the door of illusion, I came to a black and white world. In that black and white world
There are only endless qi of life and death, but these two qi of life and death are in a state of balance. I was originally wandering there, but a few months ago, the two qi of life and death suddenly became violent, and the two qi of life and death in the entire black and white world were all
Like this! A terrifying silver vortex formed, and I was sucked into the silver vortex. After I woke up, I appeared in this hell. Immediately, I provoked a strong man in the martial arts realm. If the sect master hadn't arrived, I would have been there by now.
Fall!"
"The energy of life and death in the entire black and white world is out of balance?" Ye Chen frowned slightly. This was somewhat different from what he had guessed. At first, he thought that the elder of the Gui Jian Sect also took the initiative to enter the silver vortex, and then stepped into it.
This hell.
"Well! Before I met the sect master, I met several elders from other sects! The reason why they entered hell was the same as mine. From this, it can be inferred that the balance of life and death in the entire black and white world has been broken!"
"Those warriors who entered the Sword Tomb must have entered hell!" The elder of the Gui Jian Sect sighed. Perhaps the Gui Jian Sect made a wrong decision when entering the Sword Tomb.
"For the sects on the Martial God Continent, it seems that Qian Chuanxue and others should also enter hell!" Ye Chen pointed his sword forward, and the thunder around it seemed to boil, and it suddenly fell down, drowning Gui Jian.
The figure of the sect elder.
The thunder tore the flesh and blood of the Gui Jian Sect elder, and a trace of his soul filled the air.
Ye Chen's sword finger clicked again. The terrifying thunder was like a giant hammer. It hit the soul, and the soul became dim and dull, obviously severely injured.
The sword finger was raised and the sky was torn apart. At the end of the sky, the two qi of life and death rotated and turned into a whirlpool of life and death. As Ye Chen waved his left hand, the severely injured soul turned into a stream of light and sank into it.
In the whirlpool.
Re-entering reincarnation. But Ye Chen knew that the severely injured soul and the memory of this Guijian Sect elder's previous life could never be restored.
"When we step into hell, the next step is to find them! Compared to the Martial God Continent, this hell is more dangerous!" Ye Chen whispered as he looked at the sky that was gradually returning to calm.
Standing in the void, Ye Chen raised his left hand. In an instant, the thunder dragon and the endless thunder under his feet dispersed, and the void became silent again.
His eyes were slightly focused, and there were two dim lights floating in the palm of Ye Chen's palm. One was the soul of Yun Feng, the leader of the Minhou Sect, and the other was Li Ren, the leader of the Guijian Sect.
"Two soul bodies, I just don't know if they can be successfully refined!" Ye Chen murmured, looking at the fighting figure below with an indifferent expression, "This hell is divided into four hells, eight hells, eight cold hells, and lonely hell.
, Youzeng Hell. Its territory is far beyond imagination. It is difficult to imagine that this hell will be a small world that evolved over a generation. But if Qianchuan Xue and the others step into the hell, it will be a bit troublesome to find it, but if there is a huge
It should be much easier to find the power of the Blood Prison! Haha, Liu Dong has done a good job. If the blood prison power is strong, it should be easier to find the disciples of the Sword God Sect!"
A powerful force can not only improve the continuous flow of blood crystals, but also deal with some trivial matters.
Ye Chen has always understood this. He closed his eyes slightly and ignored the fighting below. Deep in Ye Chen's soul, the connection between him and the Hungry Ghost Path still existed, but he still could not feel the location of the Hungry Ghost Path.
"Maybe the distance is too far! But with the strength of the Hungry Ghost Dao, in hell, except for martial arts warriors, few people can hurt him!" In the end, the only thing that can worry Ye Chen is the Sword God Sect and others.
people.
The sound of killing floated in the mountain stream, and the originally blood-red ground was covered with pools of blood.
When the afterglow of the setting sun fell, the killing had just ended. Ye Chen opened his eyes, stood up, stepped forward, and disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun.
Young Master Su Ti Jian looked at the corpses around him with a calm expression, and followed Ye Chen closely. Lin Dao and others also got up one after another, and all the disciples of the Minhou Sect were not spared.
As for the rest of the funeral, it was left to Liu Dong to handle. The blood prison troops who had killed red eyes before immediately turned into bandits and raided the empty Minhou Sect, not even sparing the corpses.
Compared to the bare rolling mountains of the Lonely Hell, the Eight Cold Hells have a little more life.
Snow falls all year round in the Eight Cold Hell, and its blood-red earth is covered with a layer of blood-red gauze. The falling snow is not white, but blood-colored, which is extremely weird.
The cold wind blew, rolling up the blood-red snow, and a chilling air filled the air.
In Bahan City, on top of a sword tower reaching the sky, a figure stood facing the wind, dressed in a green shirt, standing in the wind and snow.
Raising his head, the young man looked at the boundless snow with confusion, and murmured softly: "Snowflakes are really beautiful, and only snowflakes are the purest existence in the world, aren't they?"
"But I hate the snow here, the blood-red snow! Because of the killing, there is blood, and the blood dyes the snow red!" The young man said lightly: "The snow should not change because of the killing, as long as there is no killing!
"
The cold wind blew the young man's long hair behind him, and his thin green shirt was flying in the wind.
A figure emerged in the wind, with a tall figure and a handsome appearance. If the warriors of Bahan City saw this person, they would recognize him: Gong Ziyu!
Kneeling on the ground, Gongzi Yu, who had a noble status in Bahan City, actually knelt down in front of the young man and said with a respectful expression: "My lord, Bahan City has been controlled by my subordinates!"
"It's hard for you to reincarnate for dozens of lives!" The young man still didn't turn around, his eyes fell on the floating snowflakes, "This is a world of killing, hell! It's a very disgusting smell!"
Gong Ziyu raised his head and looked at the figure standing in the wind and snow. This figure looked so lonely.
"Ten reincarnations. But during the reincarnation, I found my persistence. So I also remembered the dust-laden memory!" There was an inexplicable trace of vicissitudes in Gongziyu's eyes.
"The choice has been made. Then we must continue. The heaven and the earth are the chess pieces, and all the people are the pieces! This game of chess has been played for a long time. I started to play it!" The young man smiled, with a hint of evil smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Heaven and earth are chess pieces, and all the people are chess pieces!" Gong Ziyu murmured softly, stood up, bowed slightly to the young man, turned around, and disappeared into the wind and snow.
The cold wind whistled, and the only sound left in the world was the whistling of the cold wind. The young man raised his hand, held the falling snowflakes, and murmured softly: "I will go back, snow is noble. Always
One day, whether it is the Martial God Continent or the Tiangang Continent, snow will fall on it!" The wind blew by, and the young man's evil smile fell in the wind, and the blood-red snow around him faded away, leaving only the white color.
Snow like goose feathers.
Whoosh! The sharp sound of breaking wind resounded in the sky, and soon a bloody light streaked across the sky, tearing the sky apart, and emerged at the end.
A shocking murderous intention permeated the blood light, and the surrounding void could not bear the blood light and shattered one after another.
Raising his head, the young man saw a bloody light and a smile on his lips: "Old man, it's been a long time!"
The surrounding snow was flying around the bloody light. In just a moment, the bloody light swept hundreds of feet and finally landed in front of the young man. At this moment, the shocking murderous intention disappeared immediately.
, similarly, the blood light also gradually dissipated, and it turned out to be a broken sword. If Ye Chen were here, he would recognize it. This broken sword is exactly the broken sword owned by Li Ren.
The broken sword shook slightly, and the sound of sword chants echoed. The divine sword channeled spirits. Undoubtedly, this broken sword showed emotional fluctuations similar to excitement.
There was still a smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, and his right hand poked out from his sleeve. This piece of snow was very white, whiter than snow.
Slender and slender, such a hand is enough to make all women jealous, but this hand is the hand holding a sword.
Holding the broken sword, the smile at the corner of the young man's mouth disappeared, and there was a trace of reminiscence in his eyes: "After a hundred reincarnations, I hold you again, old man!"
"In the past thousands of years, you have been stained with blood. The murderous intention in the sword is getting more and more terrifying. It's a very disgusting smell, old man!" The young man's slender fingers gently slid across the sword body, and the shocking smell in the sword body was
The killing intent dissipated like evaporating water vapor.
The sword rises and the snow flies. The young man holds the sword and dances gracefully in the wind and snow. His figure and breath are completely integrated into the surrounding world.
For a moment, there was no pungent smell of blood in the void dozens of feet away from the sword tower. Instead, there was a hint of plum blossom fragrance. This world was incompatible with its surroundings.
A few dozen feet away from the sword tower, there stood a thatched house, its roof and yard were covered with snow.
A figure stood in the courtyard, the cold wind blew by, and several coughs floated in the wind.
Rituo, still wearing a green shirt, has a thin figure, and his face is a bit pale. Standing in the cold wind, Rituo's thin figure looks a bit like a lonely boat on the sea.
"Ahem!" Rizhao raised his head and his eyes fell on the towering sword tower. His eyes seemed to see through the snowflakes flying in the sky and saw the figure standing in the wind, "I see more and more
I can’t tell you anymore, Prince!”
"Perhaps as you said, the heaven and the earth are chess pieces, and all living beings are chess pieces. But when did this chess game start? Ahem!" Rizhao covered his mouth and coughed out. He hated snow, always hated it, and even more.
I hate the snow here.
"Can a road go all the way to the end, or does it fork in the middle of the road?" Rizhao turned around and walked in the courtyard, where a pile of wood was burning. The fire was very strong and could be heard from time to time.
A series of crackling sounds.
The wind blew but did not extinguish the fire. The fire became more and more intense! Standing in the wind and snow, under the weak light of the fire, the sun left a silhouette in the snow. This silhouette was equally lonely.
Looking at the endless void, a trace of reminiscence appeared in Riyao's eyes...