The sky had turned white early, and everything on the battlefield between gods and demons was completely silent.
A wisp of light appeared on the eastern horizon, carefully infiltrating the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moved over from the distance.
Mo Wen was chewing the steamed bun in his hand with two dark circles under his eyes.
He didn't sleep all night last night.
It's not that he doesn't want to sleep, it's that he can't sleep.
There are corpses everywhere, and this is a world of cultivation, where there will be monsters and monsters.
Although he is very courageous, who knows if he will encounter something unknown as soon as he closes his eyes, like what is written in the novel?
I finally regained my life. This world is so wonderful, but I haven't been able to fully experience it yet.
This night.
He spent his time in longing and anxiety.
"Phew, it's finally dawn! It's been a peaceful night. I'll go around and see if I can gain anything else..."
Mo Wen finished chewing the steamed bun in his hand, stood up and walked out of the cave.
fog?
The entire battlefield of gods and demons was shrouded in a faint layer of fog, but strangely, this fog did not affect the line of sight.
Mo Wen climbed out of the ravine and picked up a long sword on the ground for self-defense.
He laughed at himself. Although he didn't know martial arts, having a weapon was better than nothing, right?
At least, with a sword by his side, he felt a lot more at ease.
Mo Wen began his adventure.
Target, center of the battlefield.
He walked slowly.
Because there were corpses everywhere here, he spent a lot of time avoiding them and looking for a place to stay.
Mo Wen's eyes reflected a headless corpse with several arrows stuck in it, and the broken spear was still held tightly in the corpse's hand.
The battlefield was littered with corpses, which made him feel horrified and frightened.
Mo Wen's face turned pale. He was born in a peaceful era and had only seen those modified scenes in movies.
At this moment, he personally felt the tragedy and cruelty of the war. While he was frightened in his heart, he also realized the hardships of his ancestors.
They wrote their victory on the battle flag dyed red with blood. Countless heroes fired bullets and bullets on the battlefield, using their blood and even their lives in exchange for the happy life we have today.
Mo Wen calmed down and walked forward.
In the center of the battlefield, a towering figure caught his eye.
The figure stood with a sword in hand, facing him sideways.
A pale golden halo enveloped his whole body, and his plain white robe had already been dyed red by blood.
The red and white tassels on the sword hang straight down, undulating with the breeze, swaying and flowing like water, causing small ripples in the air.
"Sword God, Ye Liangchen!"
This person is the human sword god.
He practiced swordplay at the age of three, introduced Qi into his body at the age of six, and built the foundation at the age of nine.
The golden elixir was obtained at the age of sixteen, and the Nascent Soul stage was entered at the age of twenty-six.
In the next three years, he challenged the major sects with his sword, traveled among hundreds of tribes, and overwhelmed the geniuses of his generation.
Become the first person in swordsmanship, a legend of an era.
After fifty years of seclusion, he entered the stage of spiritual transformation in less than a hundred years.
After just three hundred years of practice, he is only one step away from overcoming the tribulation and ascending to the sky.
“Junior Mo’s dynasty, don’t ask, have you ever seen the senior Sword God!”
Don't ask and bow.
“Junior Mo’s dynasty, don’t ask, have you ever seen the senior Sword God!”
Mo Wen saw no reply for a long time and said loudly again.
Still no one answered.
Mo Wen raised his head and frowned.
When he walked closer, he saw Ye Liangchen with a smile on his face and his eyes closed.
"died?"
Mo Wen stretched out his fingers and felt Ye Liangchen's breath.
Looking at this tall figure standing with a sword in his hand, Mo Wen felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart and his eyes were red.
There was a sword mark that was deep enough to show the bone on his chest and heart, and there were countless wounds, large and small, on his body.
The clothes on his back were torn, and there was a terrible wound from his right shoulder blade to his left waist.
I guess it was left behind from the battle between gods and demons.
The fusion of memories from two lives also allowed Mo Wen to understand the origin of this war.
Yunlan Continent is rich in resources, but the Central Region is uniquely endowed with natural resources and is a place where all races compete for it.
In order to quell the endless war, the two worlds of gods and demons have formulated rules to compete for the ownership of the Yunlan Continent on the battlefield of gods and demons once every thousand years.
The winner takes control of the central region of Yunlan Continent, while the loser settles in the Sifang Region.
Before the war ended, the third prince Mo Wen was affected by the master's magical power and died.
We still don’t know what the final result will be and which clan will win...
However, from the figure standing with a sword, he had a vague guess.
"Senior has great righteousness, please accept my respects from this junior..."
Mo Wen fell to the ground and kowtowed.
"Buzz..."
Just when Mo Wen fell to the ground, the sound of swords sounded.
Mo Wen looked around and saw an illusory figure emerging from the sword.
The man was dressed in white, his appearance was like jade, clear and soft, and his expression was very chic.
"Senior Sword God!"
Mo Wen exclaimed in surprise.
"I am just a remaining ray of consciousness, which will dissipate soon. My time is running out, please listen to me..."
"Senior, please speak!"
"The sword under me is named Tianwen, and it is my old friend. He has been with me for half my life, and countless enemies have died under the sword. It is a rare sword. I don't want the sword to be covered with dust. I
Give him to you..."
Ye Liangchen looked at the sword under his body softly and said to Mo Wen.
"I know something about you. The third prince of the Mo Dynasty, Mo Wen, is unparalleled in intelligence and scheming. He killed hundreds of tribes on the ground battlefield in the battlefield of gods and demons. You are very good..."
"Senior, thank you! In front of the great world, as a first-level mortal, I seem too insignificant. I can't compare to senior, who can swallow 36,000 soldiers and armor in his hands. With that shocking sword, for me,
The human army blocked the enemies on the flanks, giving them an advantage on the ground battlefield..."
If it were the third prince Mo Wen, he would definitely accept Ye Liangchen's words calmly. But now that Mo Wen saw that shocking sword from the memory of the third prince, his heart could not calm down for a long time.
"The path of cultivating immortality goes against the will of heaven, and the ups and downs involved are not accessible to outsiders. In my storage ring are my half-life collection, as well as my insights on the way of swordsmanship. I will give them to you as well. If you are interested, you can practice it.
Xi. But I have two conditions..."
"Senior, please tell me..."
Mo Wen said respectfully.
"First, all the martial arts books in the ring should be printed and handed over to the Ye family. I don't want the inheritance of the Ye family to be cut off. The two family letters in the ring should be given to my grandson Ye Qingyun and great-great-granddaughter respectively.
Ye Xiaoxiao..."
"Second, I hope that after I die, you will burn my body and take my ashes back to the Ye family ancestral temple. I miss home..."
After Xuying finished speaking, he sighed softly and looked to the north.
"Master, please accept my disciple's bow! I will obey the master's orders..."
Mo Wen fell to the ground and kowtowed three times.
A sword god’s half-life treasure and knowledge of the art of swordsmanship are priceless treasures!
The love of preaching should be regarded as a teacher!
"Hahaha... I like you, kid..."
The shadow laughed heartily, and his figure became a bit thinner.
"It's a pity that I don't have time anymore and can't give you any more guidance..."
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