"Whether you are willing or not, the artistic conception of forgetfulness has been integrated into your soul, and the seeds of the artistic conception of forgetfulness have been planted deep in your soul!"
"Wangqing, if one day, will you be able to forget your love again!" The young man in black robe smiled: "This is a very interesting game, isn't it?"
The figure of the young man in black robe gradually disappeared at the end, but his voice still lingered in the wind and snow
Sheathing the sword, Xiao Luoxue looked at the sword in her hand with a slightly blank look, and two eye-catching words appeared on the sword: Wang Qing!
Just as the young man in black robe said, Xiao Luoxue's artistic conception has unknowingly turned into obliviousness, and the seeds of obliviousness buried deep in his soul have gradually sprouted.
Xiao Luoxue wanted to get rid of this forgetful mood, but she knew that unless her soul was destroyed, the seed of forgetful mood would always affect her.
But Xiao Luoxue firmly believed in herself and stopped her sword. Xiao Luoxue looked at the endless void and murmured softly: "You don't understand him, and you don't understand me either!"
As soon as the words fell, Xiao Luoxue's sword started to fly again, and strange fluctuations of artistic conception spread out and merged into the void, as if they had traveled through time and space.
In the vast white sky and earth, a figure was wandering in the wind and snow. Ye Shaohan raised his head, looked at the west with a slightly blank look in his eyes, and whispered: "A weird feeling!"
Closing his eyes tightly again, Ye Shaohan continued to walk into the wind and dissipated in the snow.
A strange fluctuation permeated Wangqing Island. Under this fluctuation, Wangqing Island became hazy in the wind and snow, looming.
Six blood-colored figures were suspended in mid-air, and there were gusts of sinister wind. The young man in black robe raised his head and looked at the six figures in front of him, with an inexplicable smile flashing in his eyes.
Sword Soul Technique! The Holy Son's technique, the Holy Son has now reached the seventh level of practice, that is to say, he has carried out the seventh body seizure, and the six bloody figures in front of him are his previous bodies.
There are terrifying fluctuations flowing in every body, and those fluctuations are regular fluctuations.
"Six rules, six magical powers!" The young man in black robe whispered, this is his trump card, a trump card that no one knows.
"The seventh body, the next step is to stimulate the blood in the seventh body. A generation of blood, I wonder if it can awaken a generation of blood magical powers!" The scarlet tongue licked his lips, and the young man in black robe whispered.
"Disperse!" the young man in black robe said lightly. The six bloody figures in front of him dissipated in vain. At the same time, the figure of the young man in black robe gradually blurred and disappeared.
Above the endless void, a stone block thousands of feet wide stands in the sky. On the stone block, there are mountains and rocks, lakes everywhere, and the scenery is extremely beautiful.
The Sword God Island is suspended in mid-air in such a strange way, and its endless sword energy is transforming in the void.
Waves of sword chants resounded from time to time in Sword God Island, and at this moment, two figures walked out of the endless void.
A figure, with hair as white as snow, and an endless aura of death in his empty eyes, Zhang Ming.
Another figure, holding a long sword, is slightly fat, but his gaze is enough to cut through gold and stone, Fatty Xiao.
The terrifying soul power swept out, Fatty Xiao closed his eyes tightly, opened his eyes in vain and whispered: "There is no aura of Xiao Luoxue in Sword God Island."
"Similarly, the Master of the Sword Temple, many elders, and the Holy Son have no aura!" Fatty Xiao whispered, turned around, and walked towards the endless void with his sword: "Go to Fengzong Island!"
Zhang Ming didn't say anything, he just looked at the Sword God Island coldly, turned around, and followed Fatty Xiao.
After the two men disappeared, several terrifying auras erupted from Sword God Island, and several powerful souls swept across the place...
Ye Shaohan walked in the wind and was also lost in the wind.
The shadow of Fengzong Island gradually faded away behind Ye Shaohan. Ye Shaohan walked forward step by step like an ascetic.
The freezing cold wind stirred up snow all over the sky. As soon as Ye Shaohan raised his forefoot, his footprints were wiped away by the snowflakes.
In the vast white sky and earth, Ye Shaohan's figure looked so lonely. Previously, Ye Shaohan's state of mind, which was like stagnant water, had a slight wave.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked to the west with confusion, then closed his eyes again and walked forward.
"The Seal of the Moon God is a kind of inheritance, the inheritance of the Moon God's will, and it is also the will of the sword!"
"The only one who can touch the Moon God's Mark is the Moon God. If you forcefully use the will in the Moon God's Mark, your soul will definitely be severely damaged!"
"Just a little residual power is enough to bounce off my soul. If it explodes completely, it is enough to destroy my soul!"
"The only way to resonate with the will of the Moon God is will!" Ye Shaohan murmured to himself, as if to tell this wind and this snow.
"Martial arts will, sword intention concentration, palm rules, and magical power! There are only three of them, and sword intention is the foundation!" Ye Shaohan raised his right hand, and a sword intention filled the fingertips.
Ye Shaohan's right hand gently reached forward, and with a casual grab, the sword intent was concentrated, and the invisible void was torn apart by Ye Shaohan in vain.
"Once upon a time, I realized the first generation sword intention, the second generation sword intention, the third generation sword intention, and the four great sword intentions!"
"And this understanding has been integrated into my sword intention, but my sword intention still cannot resonate with the will of the Moon God!"
"In other words, my insights are only superficial, and they still haven't touched the essence of those sword intentions!"
"There are thousands of artistic conceptions, and artistic conception is the reflection of one person's life. Who can understand another person's life!" The snow has dyed Ye Shaohan's long hair white, and Ye Shaohan is like this, talking to himself as he walks.
Like a madman, Ye Shaohan's extremely clear eyes were full of confusion.
"The journey of artistic conception is like a person drinking water. He knows whether it is warm or cold. It is difficult for outsiders to understand!" Ye Shaohan whispered: "Some things can only be understood after experiencing them!"
A wave similar to the fourth generation sword intent spread across Ye Shaohan's body. He took out the Moon God Pendant, and Ye Shaohan looked at the Fourth Generation Moon God Pendant quietly.
"To this day, who can say that they understand the grace of the Four Generations of Sword Intent and the spectacle of ten thousand swords coming down together!"
"And who can understand the persistence of the sword intention of the third generation and the grace of the flying sword with a hundred steps!" The third generation moon god pendant appeared in Ye Shaohan's hand.
"And have I understood the tyranny of the second-generation sword intention, to use all the swords in the world!" The void turned around, and the second-generation Moon God Pendant was held in Ye Shaohan's hand.
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan, who knows the power of turning ten thousand swords into one sword!" Four pieces of Moon God Jade appeared, and four completely different sword intentions filled Ye Shaohan's heart.
"Only by experiencing it can you understand!" Ye Shaohan put away the Moon Goddess Jade and walked forward aimlessly, closing his eyes tightly again.
The sword finger was raised, and its terrifying sword intention condensed at the fingertips. Ye Shaohan pointed forward gently, and the dots fell four times in succession. Four shadows of the sword intention emerged in the surroundings, surrounding Ye Shaohan.
The fluctuations that permeate the shadows of these four swords are similar to the swords of the moon gods in the past.
"I remember that when the Sword Day was launched, the four masters of Luoxia Peak activated the sword formation. The sword formation was used to construct an illusion, an illusion based on the heart!"
"It can be said to be a dream, so today I will fall into a dream again, with the sword intent of generations of moon gods!" Ye Shaohan whispered, his voice gradually dissipating in the wind.
The shadows of the four swords blended into the void in vain. Ye Shaohan stood in the wind and snow like this, no longer moving, and the aura of his whole body gradually merged into the wind and snow.
"Instead of constructing an illusion, it is better to say that I weave dreams myself, about the dreams of generations of moon gods!" Huo Qilin whispered while looking at the fluctuations around him.
"But if you can't distinguish yourself, you will always fall into your own dream!" A red light appeared on the Qilin necklace, and the figure of the Fire Qilin emerged in the void.
Transforming into a human form, Huo Qilin looked at Ye Shaohan with a solemn expression, and pointed with his sword. The void within a few miles of radius seemed to be imprisoned. This place was already a forbidden area and no one could step into it.
The sun in the south falls softly on the earth. However, at this moment, the world has become extremely gloomy. A young man is lying helplessly in a pool of blood. Countless corpses are piled on his body, and hot liquid is still dripping from the corpse.
Blood.
The blood flowed into the boy's mouth, which was a bit bitter. The boy opened his eyes with difficulty, and the weak sunlight fell into those clear eyes.
Through the gaps between the corpses, he saw hell on earth. Bloody scenes from nowhere flooded towards the boy like a tide. In the scenes, a group of dehumanized beasts were carrying out inhumane massacres.
The clear eyes gradually turned blood red, and the young man's expression was extremely ferocious. The people being slaughtered were his relatives.
At this time, women can only become the target of humiliation, and their screams, screams, and wild laughter form a symphony.
Teeth deep into his lips, the young man climbed up, holding a half-broken sword in his hand. In the young man's blood-red eyes, there was the slightest emotion. Color, anger, sadness, and some were just endless killing intent and a desire for this world.
resentment.
That kind of resentment made the whole sky even more gloomy. The young man held a half-cut sword and inserted it into the squirming body.
The butchers who were enjoying the pleasure of orgasm looked at the young man in front of them in disbelief, and finally burst into laughter. After just a few palms, the young man's body fell into a pool of blood like a kite with its string broken.
After the butchers had enjoyed the women and children, they killed the humiliated women without hesitation. This scene also fell into the eyes of the young man.
The young man was suppressed by the corpse, his eyes were empty and colorless, and his numb expression revealed a horrifying murderous intention.
Gradually, there was darkness on the horizon in the distance. In the darkness, a dark cloud slowly gathered together. A roar of thunder echoed from the distance, and heavy rain fell. The young man crawled out from the pile of corpses.
At that moment, the young man no longer had any emotion or color in his body, just like a monster. As a young man, in order to survive, he gnawed the flesh of his relatives and the flesh of the monster.
His existence was only for killing, meaningless killing. He picked up the broken sword on the ground, and wherever he walked, blood flowed into the sea.
He hates human beings. In his eyes, all human beings deserve to die! He has massacred villages and cities. Wherever he went, not even a blade of grass grew.