Stepping on the snowy mountain, Ye Shaohan's figure became older and older. The surroundings were extremely quiet. Unknowingly, the fighting around them had stopped. Xianxu and others rushed towards Ye Shaohan one after another, even Xiao Luoxue and Wu Ling.
In the eyes of everyone, Ye Shaohan was like an old man in his twilight years, staggering toward the setting sun. An inexplicable sadness filled everyone's hearts.
"Five generations!" Sword God Luo Rui whispered. He also felt a kind of sadness. The five generations who used to be unrivaled and could wipe out the Spirit Emperor realm with just a move of his hand and sword have now become this old man, staggering in his steps.
This sadness infected the snowflakes flying around. The snowflakes whined and snowed harder and harder. This was a snow festival, the prince's snow festival to Ye Shaohan.
The funeral of a sword. Every time he took a step, the aura on Ye Shaohan's body became weaker, and the hand holding the Qilin Sword shook slightly. His meridians were broken, his vitality was lost, his soul was severely injured, and deathly silence filled Ye Shaohan's eyes.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked calmly into the void, where endless white snow fell. Above the nine heavens, a terrifying whirlpool of life and death hovered above it.
The whirlpool of life and death is like a ferocious devil, tearing at the surrounding snowflakes crazily.
Liu's eyebrows were furrowed, and Xiao Luoxue's heart was filled with an inexplicable sadness. Especially when her beautiful eyes touched the long snow-like hair behind Ye Shaohan, Xiao Luoxue's heart ached.
She once witnessed the legend of Ye Shaohan. When he was young and frivolous, he practiced day and night. Practice became his instinct. He paved the road to the strong with countless sorrows. The world only knew his scenery and lamented his success.
talent.
But no matter how evil you are, your talent only lasts for a few years. How much does it cost to reach where you are now?
Few people know the sadness in this, but Xiao Luoxue can appreciate it. On the top of Luoxia Peak, a lonely figure wields a sword day and night. The only thing that can accompany him is the sword in his hand, the starlight and snowflakes in the sky.
But now Snowflake has accompanied him and buried him at this moment.
Looking at the people close to him, a smile appeared on Ye Shaohan's lips. This smile was very natural and gentle.
But this smile made people even more sad, and the dragon of life and death even turned away, "Grandma, why can't I bear to see this guy become like this? He should be flying in the nine heavens, not the old man in front of me!"
The divine sword channeled the spirit, the Qilin sword trembled slightly, and a low and hoarse sword chant arose.
Sword sorrow, the mournful cry of the Qilin Sword! Each sword has its own story, and the swordsman tells that story with the sword in his hand...
The fluttering snowflakes create a shadow in the sky, like a sky bridge, spanning the sky.
The snowflakes lightly knocked on the Qilin Sword, and the Qilin Sword made a crisp sword roar.
Snowflake's Ye Shaohan, his breath became more dead.
Ye Shaohan turned around and his eyes fell calmly on Huo Qilin in the distance.
Tearing apart thousands of bird shadows, the fire unicorn stepped out of the air, met Ye Shaohan's gaze, and understood a hint of the meaning: "There is no choice!"
The cold wind fell rapidly, bringing with it a chilling feeling.
The prince looked indifferent and walked forward step by step, the broken sword in his hand glowing with cold light.
"It's a pity that I couldn't finish this game of chess!" Ye Shaohan whispered, his voice a little hoarse.
Hearing this, the prince stopped, with a slightly regretful look in his eyes: "It is indeed a pity, this is destined to be an endgame!"
Smiling without speaking, even if his life was lost, Ye Shaohan's face was still so calm.
Suddenly, Ye Shaohan turned around, glanced at Zhang Ming, Fatty Xiao, Xiao Luoxue and others, and chuckled: "Would you like to accompany me to reincarnation again?"
Are you willing to accompany me to reincarnation again? Ye Shaohan's words came without warning. Xianxu and others looked startled, and some did not understand Ye Shaohan's words.
Zhang Ming nodded without any nonsense.
Fatty Xiao once again had a harmless smile on his lips, "My sword is drawn just for you. If you are no longer there, what's the point of my sword!"
Xiao Luoxue's expression was cold. She didn't say any words, but the absolute look in her eyes said everything.
"Then, let's reenter the reincarnation!" Ye Shaohan smiled miserably, his face getting paler.
A trace of blood dripped down the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth, and fell into the void, causing a splash of blood.
The will of death and life appeared in vain on Ye Shaohan's left and right hands. At this moment, Ye Shaohan once again burned part of his soul power.
The severely injured soul seemed even weaker, but because of this, Ye Shaohan's aura became sharp again.
"My left hand holds life, my right hand holds death, and I hold reincarnation!" Ye Shaohan whispered, and the whirlpool of life and death hovering above the nine heavens was involved, and like falling stars, it fell straight towards Ye Shaohan and others.
The surging energy of life and death filled the void all day long, and the flying snowflakes disappeared into the whirlpool of life and death.
A terrifying oppression is coming, this is the power of reincarnation.
The bodies of Ye Shaohan and others were completely shrouded in this whirlpool of life and death, and the power of life and death was like shackles, imprisoning them.
"Reenter the reincarnation!" The expressions of Xianxu and others changed slightly. At this moment, they finally understood the meaning of Ye Shaohan's words.
The prince's expression changed slightly. He did not expect that Ye Shaohan would continue to burn the power of his soul to control this whirlpool of life and death.
"Re-entering reincarnation and gaining the only chance of survival, is this your retreat?" The broken sword in the prince's hand was raised, and the pressure of heaven and earth within ten thousand feet gathered together. The terrifying oppression swept towards the whirlpool of life and death, enough to
to tear into pieces.
Ding! A clear sword chant sounded, and the monstrous killing rules turned into a black dragon shadow, with the proud man standing on top of it.
The flying snowflakes were rendered ink color by the rules of killing. The proud man burned part of his soul power, broke the shackles of the will of the tenth prince, and stepped out of the air.
The icy-cold will locked the prince tightly, and the area it spread out covered the void with a radius of more than 9,000 feet. The terrifying coercion of heaven and earth immediately collapsed, and its scattered vortex of life and death condensed again.
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The fire unicorn also came riding on the sea of fire. The huge unicorn body covered the sky and the sun, and its terrifying pressure roared in.
The two realms firmly suppressed the prince's figure. Now, this is the only thing Huo Qilin and Jiaozi can do.
"If I forget the past, will you help me find it?" Under the pressure of the terrifying power of the field, Ye Shaohan's face turned pale and his eyes became a little distracted.
The snow catkins were floating between Ye Shaohan and Xiao Luoxue, dancing like dancing elves.
Ye Shaohan's head was covered with silver threads, and his figure gradually blended into the wind and snow, looking a little hazy.
"Yes, if you sink into killing, I will use my sword to pull you back. If you forget the past, I will take you back to the past!" There was determination in his cold eyes, and Xiao Luoxue murmured: "Just like before.
That way!”
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly and looked at Zhang Ming and Fatty Xiao, "Good things never happen to you, but bad things happen to you both. You two are simply unlucky to be with me!"
Ye Shaohan's voice became increasingly hoarse, and his figure gradually drifted towards the mysterious whirlpool of life and death.
The six sword corpses followed each other like shadows and were submerged into the whirlpool of life and death.
Hearing this, Zhang Ming and Fatty Xiao jumped out of the air without any hesitation and ran directly towards the whirlpool of life and death.
However, there was a figure who was faster than them, with floating white dress and flying black hair, Xiao Luoxue followed Ye Shaohan and disappeared into the whirlpool of life and death.
Roar! A deep roar echoed in the whirlpool of life and death, and the whirlpool of life and death circled around crazily in vain.
Xianxu, Xianluo, and Xianming also stepped out of the air and reentered the whirlpool of life and death without hesitation.
Qing Jue and others are also rushing towards the whirlpool of life and death. If Wu Dai wants to be reincarnated again, then they will accompany Wu Dai on the reincarnation.
"Grandma, at worst, the memory will be sealed for decades!" The life and death dragon muttered, walking unhurriedly towards the whirlpool of life and death.
Leng Feng and others even stepped into it, stepped into the cycle of life and death, and returned to hell. This is the only way out now.
After a slight hesitation, several warriors from the Martial God Continent decided to enter the cycle of life and death. Dozens of martial arts wills dissipated in vain in the void. The vortex of the cycle of life and death was still spinning, and the majestic rules of life and death were swirling on it.
Bang bang! The pressure of heaven and earth in the vast void came with a bang, directly tearing apart the circling whirlpool of life and death. The whirlpool of life and death dissipated into the two qi of life and death, but the figures of Ye Shaohan and others disappeared out of thin air.
Both Huo Qilin and Jiaozi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The Spiritual Emperor's Domain converged like a tide. Jiaozi tore the Prince's Spiritual Emperor's Domain apart with a sword, and a crack appeared.
Phew! The proud man jumped up and took several elders of the Martial God Temple straight into the sky and disappeared into the dead city.
As the sea of fire surged, Huo Qilin looked at the five sarcophagi and the forest of tombstones below with deep meaning. He sighed slightly and left as well. Xianya and Xianli followed closely behind Huo Qilin.
Standing in the wind and snow, the prince did not stop Huo Qilin and Jiaozi from leaving. He could not stop these two people by himself.
The murderous intention gradually dissipated from the prince, and the aura of the book flowed from his brows again, and he put away the broken sword, "With the only remaining vitality and the severely injured soul, even if you are reincarnated and re-entered hell, how can you remember the memories of your previous life in the fifth generation?"
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"Maybe ten years, twenty years, or even a hundred years, this time is enough for me to finish the chess game of Martial God Continent!" The prince murmured, with a smile on his lips. Maybe this is the best solution, in his heart
, he did not want the Five Generations to fall because the game of chess had not yet been played, "I hope that next time we meet, you and I can finish the game!"
Turning around, the prince looked at the five lifeless sarcophagi below with an indifferent expression, and shook his head, "Absorb the vitality of the creatures in the world to restore the vitality of these five people!"