In these ten years, he met the love of his life. In these ten years, he never gave up on recovering his cultivation. Ten years of sharpening his sword, and persistence day and night allowed him to repeat his meridians and achieve breakthroughs in his cultivation.
At the moment when his cultivation level recovered, the love of his life also gave birth to a son for him. However, he left with his sword, regardless of his beloved wife and infant baby behind him.
"I am a disciple of the Sword God and a citizen of the Martial God. Foreign enemies are rampant and my mission has not been completed yet!" Before leaving, he left this sentence. He did not know that after he left, his beloved wife and newborn baby
The baby was brutally killed by a foreign enemy today.
For this mission, he gave up his beloved one. He remembered that on the day he repaired his sword, he swore: "My sword is only for the God of War!"
For this mission, he once again wandered on the edge of death. He met many close friends and they fought bloody battles for the common mission.
Another thirty years passed, and those close friends from the past left him one by one, but the foreign enemies were still rampant.
He came to Sword God Sect again, and with the backward Sword God Sect, a counterattack gradually began.
Another thirty years, ten years of war, his years were gone, and his dark hair turned to white frost. A history of blood and tears that lasted nearly a hundred years ended when he became the master of the Sword God Sect.
Under the gaze of everyone, he held a sword and reached the pinnacle of the Martial God Continent. Thousands of people knelt down and shouted: "I have seen the third generation of the Moon God!"
Many years ago, he was a humble sword cultivator, and he had the ambition to become the third-generation Moon God. At that time, his ambition was ridiculed by everyone, but he felt a sense of sadness. He would rather those people could still laugh at him now.
In his life, he had met two true loves and dozens of close friends, but over the years, these people were buried under this land.
Under the late sunset, his figure was no longer upright and became older, and his sword became heavier and heavier. This sword had endured too much blood, tears, and bitterness.
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The afterglow turned the sky into blood red. He raised his head, looked at the fading sunset, and murmured: "A very heavy life, three generations!"
The snowflakes were floating in the sky in vain, and the flying snowflakes tore everything into pieces. The setting sun, the peaks, the clouds, and the loud shouts in my ears gradually disappeared.
"I am not the third generation, but the fifth generation!" the old man murmured. Under the flying snow, the old figure stood up straight again, and the frosty long hair turned into ink color again.
The dim lights were flickering in front of his eyes. Ye Shaohan walked to the end of the street, and there were still bursts of crying in his ears.
Under the bloody moonlight, Xiao Luoxue's shadow was stretched very long. Her cold eyes turned on Ye Shaohan. Xiao Luoxue said softly: "Are you awake?"
"Yes!" Ye Shaohan nodded, and the four pieces of moon jade turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the unicorn necklace: "I had a dream, a very heavy dream!"
"I had a very heavy dream!" Ye Shaohan murmured, and his figure gradually disappeared in the wind and snow.
"A heavy and depressing breath!" The moment Ye Shaohan opened his eyes, Xiao Luoxue noticed the heaviness in Ye Shaohan's eyes.
The moonlight is like water, flowing in the courtyard.
Ye Shaohan was silent and placed a pot of wine on the stone table.
The heavy and depressing aura still permeated his body. Ye Shaohan occasionally grabbed the wine bottle and raised his head to the sky to drink.
Xiao Luoxue stood quietly aside, looking up at the flying snow in the sky.
"Alas!" Ye Shaohan sighed slightly, and his fourth dream ended because of this, but the heaviness in his heart lingered for a long time.
The Moon God's mark was filled with bright silver light, and this silver light dispersed the moonlight all over the courtyard.
Four completely different wills appeared in Ye Shaohan, the four wills of the Moon God.
In the past, Ye Shaohan used the will of three generations of moon gods at the cost of severe damage to his soul.
But today, Ye Shaohan was able to use the will of the third generation of the Moon God with great ease. The four strands of the Moon God's will came to him, and the snowflakes falling between the sky and the earth trembled and stood still in the void.
Closing his eyes slightly again, Ye Shaohan gathered the will of the Moon God, activated the Reincarnation Art, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged in.
A trace of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth enters the body and blends into the soul.
Although the aura of heaven and earth was not as good as the vitality, Ye Shaohan's soul was still recovering at an extremely slow speed.
The next day, the rising sun hung far away in the sky. The gentle sunshine dispelled a lot of the chill, and also dispelled the sadness in the Flower City.
The collapsed attic is still being cleaned up, and the brand-new sword tower is being rebuilt. It seems like overnight, people have emerged from the shadow of grief and have smiles on their faces again.
However, the sadness hidden behind the smile cannot be erased, but is buried deep in my heart.
It had snowed all night and the courtyard was covered with snow.
Clear shadows danced in the courtyard. Although Xiao Luoxue danced with her sword, she left no trace on the snow.
The only sound left in the courtyard was the sound of the wind. Ye Shaohan drank wine all night long. Only in this way could he dispel the heaviness in his heart.
The sun shone on Ye Shaohan's body, and there was no trace of aura fluctuation on Ye Shaohan's body, just like a pool of stagnant water.
Ta-ta-ta! A burst of rapid horse hooves broke the tranquility of the morning, and then, the increasingly louder sound of breaking wind sounded in the sky.
On the city tower, the Huacheng warriors who had been patrolling back and forth all night raised their heads and looked into the void with solemn expressions.
Under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, figures emerged one after another, tall dragons and horses, with flying blue cloaks.
Roar! Hundreds of dragons and horses came through the air, and warriors wrapped in armor sat on them. These warriors pulled the reins of the horses, and the dragons and horses neighed, and their legs jumped into the void.
A suffocating and biting breath filled these warriors. Hundreds of warriors retreated to both sides. A loud and loud sound of stepping into the air sounded again, and a gentle and elegant middle-aged man came on horseback.
The middle-aged man looked at the Huacheng below with an indifferent expression, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "The rumors are indeed true. I didn't expect that a small town can block the offensive of those people, tsk tsk!"
Ta da! The middle-aged man shook his head and rode his horse towards the Flower City.
The void shook, and the aura from the hundreds of warriors struck like a violent storm.
The Huacheng warrior's face was horrified, and he stepped back a few steps. He was about to yell out a shout, but unexpectedly a shout sounded in the air: "Bahan City Commander Yufeng is coming with his people!"
Yufeng! Everyone looked startled, obviously they had heard of this person’s name.
Ta da! Hundreds of tall dragons and horses crossed the magnificent city wall and headed straight towards the Flower City.
Being stopped by this voice, everyone forgot to stop these people. It was not until these people disappeared from sight that everyone reacted.
"Captain, are these people really the guardians of Bahan City?" A young man whispered.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man with the scar on his face nodded and said thoughtfully: "The dragon horse, the blue cloak, these are the symbols of Bahan City, and they should be the guardians of Bahan City."
As these figures disappeared, the sky returned to peace again. Ye Shaohan grabbed the wine bottle with a strange look in his eyes, "Eight Cold City!"
The strong aroma of wine filled the courtyard, and Ye Shaohan drank alone. After a while, hurried footsteps sounded outside the courtyard.
Ye Shaohan knew who the visitor was before he even raised his head. He still drank alone and ignored the visitor.
"Hua Wujian has met senior!" Hua Wujian stood outside the courtyard with a complicated expression.
After several breaths, there was still no sound from the courtyard. Hua Wujian looked a little embarrassed and was about to speak when a voice sounded from behind him: "Is this the person?"
This sound gave people an inexplicable pressure. Hundreds of warriors tore up the wind and snow and appeared outside the courtyard. Hundreds of dragons and horses stood quietly. The one who made the sound was the middle-aged man who claimed to be a swordsman.
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With one step in the air, the middle-aged man stood up and appeared at the door of the courtyard with just one step. He waved his hand and said to Hua Wujian: "Thank you, Lord Hua City!"
After saying that, the middle-aged man took a step forward and stepped into the courtyard. He looked at Ye Shaohan in the distance with a somewhat indifferent expression, with a trace of surprise in his eyes, "Weird!"
The middle-aged man performed a sword salute in a gentle and elegant manner, and said with a gentle smile: "I am Yu Jian, one of the commanders of Bahan City!"
The commander of Bahan City, the leader's status is extremely high among the Lords of Bahan Hell, even now.
The controllers of many first-rate forces also saluted with their swords when they saw him, but this identity was not yet in Ye Shaohan's eyes. Ye Shaohan poured himself a glass of wine and drank lightly without even looking at this person.
Regarding Ye Shaohan's attitude, Yu Jian smiled lightly and didn't care.
Yu Jian raised his head and looked at Xiao Luoxue in the distance, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, this beautiful woman.
"Many tribes in Huacheng pay blood crystals to Bahan City every year. To a certain extent, Bahan City is also obligated to protect the safety of Huacheng. This time, the Moon Territory sent people to attack Huacheng in vain, and we also received the news
, but before the reinforcements arrived, all the enemy troops fell!"
"Haha, it is Huacheng's blessing that a strong man like you can appear in Huacheng!"
"In the past few days, your statement has spread throughout the Eight Cold Hells. Your reputation is enough to establish a sect!"
"I am here to invite you on the orders of the city lord. I wonder if you are interested in becoming the leader of Bahan City?" After saying this, Yu Jian couldn't help but smile.
Hua Wujian sighed slightly. The moment Ye Shaohan killed the Spirit Emperor, he knew that this small town could not keep Ye Shaohan.
But Hua Wujian didn't expect that Bahan City would actually value Ye Shaohan so much. His position as commander was second only to the Lord of Bahan City in the Bahan Hell.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan's hand grabbing the wine pot stopped in the air. Rarely, he raised his head and looked at Yujian with a complicated expression, murmuring: "The commander of Bahan City?"
A smile flashed in his eyes, and Yu Jian repeated: "Commander of Bahan City, since the existence of Bahan City, you are the fourth warrior to be invited."
"Fourth place, is this considered an honor for me?" Ye Shaohan said with a half-smile, looking at Yujian with a strange look. To become the commander of Bahan City, wouldn't that mean to become the prince's subordinate?
Stopping his sword, Xiao Luoxue looked at Yu Jian, with a strange look in his cold eyes.
"Since ancient times, the leaders of the four major cities in hell have been strong men. You single-handedly killed thousands of people in the Moon Region, including dozens of spiritual masters and one spiritual emperor!"