Although Ye Shaohan's figure was beside him, Jue Lin felt astonished. As long as he closed his eyes, he could not detect Ye Shaohan's presence.
"The prototype of the Rule of Wind?" Qing Jue whispered, looking at Ye Shaohan with admiration in her eyes. Obviously, Qing Jue was very familiar with Qinglong Palace, so she naturally knew why Ye Shaohan stayed in Qinglong Palace those days.
But what shocked Qing Jue was that in just a few days, the fifth generation was able to understand the rudiments of the rules of the wind. It took him several years at the beginning. Could this be the gap in talent?
It's snowing for thousands of miles, and its endless snowflakes are falling from the sky like rain.
And in this vast white world, several black shadows slowly emerged.
These people were wearing coir raincoats that they only wear on rainy days, and the snowflakes dyed the coir raincoats white. The leader was a young man. He was called a young man, just because of his handsome appearance. However, the vicissitudes in the young man's eyes did not belong to the level of a young man.
Some emotions.
The strong wind was roaring, and the young man's face looked extremely pale, and his thin figure seemed to be blown down by the wind at any time.
"Do you know the whereabouts of the fifth generation?" The young man's voice was slightly deep. When he said this, the young man coughed several times involuntarily, and his voice was immediately drowned by the wind.
Hearing this, several middle-aged people standing behind the young man whispered: "Senior Brother Luo Rui, according to the news from the princelings, Wu Dai and others left the Qinglong Ancient Clan!"
The young man known as Senior Brother Luo Rui raised his head, stared at the sky, and murmured softly: "The four ancient tribes are returning to the Sword God Sect? Is this chess game about to begin?"
Luo Rui, the second-ranking figure in the princelings, is also the most mysterious figure.
The fluffy snowflakes drowned the figures of the young man and others. In the vast world, only the white snow on the ground was quiet.
The white snow is floating like catkins, and the solitary peak in the white snow is looming.
Shengzi Peak, its ethereal peak disappears and appears, and the towering peak reaches into the sky, like an unsheathed sword.
The Holy Son Peak is surrounded by some tall and tall peaks. These peaks only exist to set off the Holy Son Peak.
The Sword Temple, the Sword Temple that dominates the Martial God Continent is located here.
Above the void, a stone block thousands of feet wide stands in the sky. On the stone block, there are mountains and rocks and lakes everywhere. The scenery is extremely beautiful.
And among the mountains and rocks, there are endless majestic palaces, and the sword intent spreads out from these palaces, reaching straight into the sky.
Legend has it that this stone was moved by the master of the Sword Temple from Beihai. It was because of this stone that Beihai appeared in the Martial God Continent.
This stone was also called Sword God Island by the masters of the Sword Temple in the past dynasties.
The Saint Child Peak is located below Sword God Island, but its towering peak still exceeds the height of Sword God Island.
Sword rays of light shot out from time to time in the palace. When these sword rays passed through Saint Child Peak, their sword rays all fell, and dozens of Sword Temple disciples emerged.
These disciples all respectfully bowed their swords to Shengzi Peak, and then walked away from the area within a few miles of Shengzi Peak.
Such an action is a sign of respect for the Holy Child Peak, no, it should be a respect for the Holy Son.
Saint Child Peak, the training place of the Saint Son of the Sword Temple, is surrounded by fog all year round. Even in the depth of winter, it is so hazy that people cannot clearly see the face of Saint Child Peak.
At the top of the peak, the mist surged, and a black shadow floated in the mist and blended into the mist.
"The fifth generation has appeared?" The black shadow murmured softly: "The long-lost prey!"
When the black shadow made a sound, several figures emerged from the mountain path. They made a sword salute to the black shadow and said respectfully: "Holy Son, Moon God Luo Rui has left the Moon Temple a few days ago!"
"Haha, is the prince going to take action?" the shadow murmured softly, then paused and continued: "You guys, please step back!"
Upon hearing this, all the disciples of the Sword Temple respectfully performed a sword salute and retreated from Saint Child Peak.
The mist surged, and the black shadow whispered softly: "The seventh turn!"
Suddenly, a gust of cold air dispersed the mist, and a black shadow emerged. It was a soul.
Sword Soul Technique, a technique practiced by the Holy Son. This technique does not belong to the Sword Temple, but only belongs to the Holy Son. The Sword Soul Technique is divided into ten turns. This is an extremely bloody and extremely strange technique.
Only cultivate the soul, not the body. Whenever it reaches a bottleneck, the soul will abandon the body and look for a new one.
Using the power of the flesh as a bridge to communicate with the power of heaven and earth for baptism, the Holy Son has abandoned seven bodies so far in his cultivation.
"The eighth-turn host has also appeared. Fifth Generation hopes that your physical body will not disappoint me!" Black Shadow murmured softly, a hint of madness flashed in his dark eyes: "Master, one day I will swallow you up.
Lose!"
When these words were spoken, several remnant souls appeared in vain in the mist, the black shadow sneered, and a terrifying pulling power spread.
The remnant souls of these warriors who were not weak in cultivation were directly swallowed by the black shadow, and the aura fluctuations on the black shadow became stronger and stronger.
"It's time to seize the body for the seventh time!" The shadow murmured softly. The fog dissipated in vain, and a body with no vitality appeared in the shadow's sight.
"The last sect leader of the Sword God Sect is Wuhen!" The mist poured into the corpse crazily, and the black shadow chuckled: "This rare psychic body is barely qualified to be the seventh body!"
If the disciples of the Sword God Sect were here, they would definitely recognize that this corpse was that of Wuhen who was taken away by the disciples of the three major halls.
The originally traceless head and body had been separated, but at this moment, the head and body were connected again.
"Ten turns of the sword soul, seventh turn, turn!" The black shadow murmured softly, and an extremely overbearing wave spread, and the black shadow turned into a stream of light and sank into Wuhen's body.
In an instant, the black shadow entered the body and felt an unwilling will within this body. This will persisted for a long time.
With just a glance, the black shadow knew the unwillingness in this will, and said calmly: "Go away, I will kill those five generations for you, and I will also marry that woman Xiao Luoxue!"
When he said these words, this will had just dissipated. Seeing this, the black shadow began to truly seize the body, and its soul gradually merged with the Wuhen corpse.
At the same time, life gradually appeared on this dead body, and its aura also surged, reaching the Spiritual Emperor, Spiritual Sect, and Spiritual Sovereign realms.
It was not until a few days later that the eyes of this body that were originally closed were opened, and several rays of light flashed in the dark eyes.
"It went more smoothly than expected, but I promised you that I will not break the promise!" A trace of evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, Wuhen, no, it should be the Holy Son who had taken away the body and chuckled.
"Marrying Xiao Luoxue will resolve your unwillingness? Don't you think it would be more exciting to violate the fifth generation's woman in front of him?" Shengzi chuckled.
After the Holy Son took away the body, the temperament of this physical body became different from that of Wuhen, and seemed more noble.
"Yue family! The body is pretty good, a psychic body plus a generation of blood!" The blood-red tongue stuck out in vain, licking the corner of his mouth, and the Holy Son continued: "But, I am looking forward to the fifth generation of body and the fourth generation of blood!"
The mist surged, and its rolling mist drowned the Holy Son. At the same time, an endless chill spread across the Holy Son.
"Blood Shadow!" The Holy Son suddenly chuckled: "Go to the Sword God Gate and pick up a woman named Xiao Luoxue!"
Before he finished speaking, a bloody figure emerged from the mountain path. The bloody figure bowed to the top and left quietly.
"Fudai, isn't it interesting when you see your woman having sex with me?" Shengzi murmured softly,
The Temple of Martial Arts, the Temple of Martial Arts is built on the endless sea, with countless islands connected one after another.
One of the islands is lined with mountains and rocks, and the entire island is covered in white snow. A figure stands proudly, welcoming the flying snowflakes.
The figure is tall and straight, like an unsheathed sword, and the snowflakes within a radius of several miles are flying around this figure.
"Proud son, Wu Dai has left the ancient Qinglong Clan. It is estimated that Wu Dai and others will meet Luo Rui soon!" A disciple of the Martial Arts Temple jumped from the void in vain and whispered to the figure.
That figure represents the pride of the Martial God Temple, the proud son of the Martial God! The proud son of the Martial God also has an extraordinary appearance. However, his eyes are always closed, and his skills are running in his body.
There is a legend in the Temple of Martial Arts that the arrogant Martial God rarely opens his eyes. To the arrogant person, opening his eyes is a waste. He always spends his time on martial arts and is a martial arts idiot.
Luo Rui! A slender figure, a pale face, and a sword light that could eclipse the world could not help but appear in Luo Rui's mind.
"His chess games are always so perfect, but will this sudden chess piece destroy the entire chess game?" The proud man smiled lightly and said calmly: "Continue to be a princeling and a saint!"
After saying that, the proud man was immersed in the endless cultivation. Cultivation alone was what he pursued.
On a certain lonely peak in the Martial God Continent, a tall and tall figure stood on it, and its snowflakes fell down and passed through his body.
"The Seal of the Moon God awakens! The fifth generation finally appears, the fourth generation. I never thought that the fifth generation would appear in your descendants' bloodline!"
The man murmured softly: "Go on, no matter if it is people from the three major halls or the four major ancient clans, if they take action against the Ye family, then they will all be killed without mercy!"
The calm words were filled with endless killing intent. When the man said these words, two figures quietly emerged, bowed to the man, and left quietly.
The aura permeating these people was clearly that mysterious force. This person raised his head and looked at the dazzling starry sky, and murmured softly: "That's where she lives, and no one can destroy it!"
A beautiful figure appeared in the eyes of this young man. The white figure was sitting in a courtyard full of flowers, quietly playing the piano.
"Thousands of reincarnations, why haven't you awakened yet? Can't the dusty memories be awakened?"
"The Holy Son has completed the seventh revolution, and his ambition is indeed not small!" The man chuckled: "I can create such a technique, how can I not know the weakness of this technique!"
"Fudai, I'm really looking forward to seeing you. I hope you won't disgrace the Moon God!" The man still murmured to himself: "Because I have experienced it before, so I take it seriously? It's ridiculous. From that moment on, I have to
It’s the same me as before!”
"I'm just sorry that I failed to live up to your hopes!" Under the stars in the sky, the figure slowly disappeared.