The silver moon is filled with vicissitudes of life, as if this silver moon has existed in ancient times.
"What kind of magical power is this!" Bu Cun whispered, the moonlight fell on him, and waves of waves spread out.
Bang bang! As if unable to bear the weight of the moonlight, Wu Cun took a step back and broke through the turbulent flow of space. For a moment, endless sword energy appeared around Wu Cun again, transforming into a sword net, trying to stop this
Cool moonlight.
However, when the condensed sword net came into contact with the moonlight, it shattered.
"Extremely weird!" Bu Cun did not retreat this time. There was no fear in his eyes, but more fighting spirit emerged from his eyes.
He represents the Divine Sword Villa. This battle is related to whether the Divine Sword Villa can advance to the next level. Therefore, he cannot retreat. No matter how weird Ye Shaohan's magical power is, he must defeat him.
"The right hand controls death, and the left hand controls rebirth. Death is the beginning of new life, and rebirth is the beginning of death!" Ye Shaohan's eyes were filled with black and white death aura. Ye Shaohan took a step back and merged into the shadow of the silver moon.
In an instant, Ye Shaohan's figure became more and more hazy, and even at this moment, Ye Shaohan's breath had completely disappeared from the world.
His pupils narrowed in vain, staring at the silver moon with no disbelief. At this moment, he could no longer feel Ye Shaohan's breath.
"How is this possible?" Bu Cun whispered, his mind shaken. Above the silver moon, he not only felt the inexplicable pressure, he even felt death and rebirth. Two completely different forces merged together to form
reincarnation.
"What's going on?" The Holy Son stood up from the stone chair, frowning slightly, looking at the world around him with a solemn expression.
As the silver moon slowly rose, the Holy Son felt that the surrounding heaven and earth were enveloped in this strange fluctuation, and the fluctuations of life and death were constantly alternating.
The cycle of life and death! Ye Shaohan's body did not move, and his silver moon was still rising. In this world submerged by darkness, there was only this silver moon left.
Standing in the silver moon, Ye Shaohan looked at Wu Cun with an indifferent expression, looking down on the people like a god from above.
His left hand controls life, and his right hand controls death, killing, and reincarnation. In the name of the Moon God, the place touched by the moonlight is the place he dominates.
The aura of black and white was flowing in Ye Shaohan's eyes. The Qilin Sword was suspended in the sky above Ye Shaohan. Around the Qilin Sword, a yin-yang fish emerged.
"Reincarnation of life and death!" Ye Shaohan whispered, just like what the saint and the proud son said back then, Ye Shaohan lost four generations of magical powers.
Weaving a dream with the sword will of the four generations, Ye Shaohan fell into a dream. In the dream, he was the fourth generation. He had experienced the lives of the four generations. He also experienced the sword will of the four generations and the magical powers of the four generations. In the dream, the cycle of life and death was
That's it.
Therefore, in the dream, Ye Shaohan controlled life, controlled death, and also controlled the true magical power of reincarnation.
The magical power of reincarnation of life and death!
The crescent moon is like a bow, spanning the sky, and the cold moonlight is spreading like flowing water.
A huge Yin-Yang fish appeared in the sky, its Qilin sword was inserted into the Yin-Yang fish, and endless sword energy filled it.
Ye Shaohan's figure stood in the silver moon. Against the backdrop of the silver moon, Ye Shaohan's figure was looming, a little hazy.
However, this figure gave people a sense of desolate loneliness. In the desolate years, he was only accompanied by the endless fleeting years.
Xuan Wuye stood up for the first time, looked at the obscured figure solemnly, and whispered: "Fourth Generation!"
With his hair as white as frost and his clothes as white as snow, Murong Yu also stood up. At this moment, his eyes seemed to see through time and space and saw the figure standing in the long river of history.
Thousands of years of wind and rain have faded away the prosperity of the glass, and the desolate sword spirit of the fourth generation has settled.
Huang Pu also stood up. On Ye Shaohan's back, he saw the figure of the fourth generation, the figure engraved in the long river of history.
The moon became cold and condensed into frost, and the pale crescent moon caught the past, making this loneliness blend into the night sky, a night sky that lasts forever.
Ye Shaohan's expression was calm, and there was no emotion or color in his dark eyes, but there was an aura of vicissitudes of life permeating his body. This aura was like coming from the eternal night sky, which had witnessed the changes of countless mountains and rivers.
The wind blew up the moonlight and blew up the snowflakes like frost! The moon was like frost and the snow was like flowers. This snow fell into the air of death and bloomed into the loneliness of the past life.
Death energy circulated in Ye Shaohan's fingertips. Ye Shaohan's hand reached out to the moonlight, held the falling snowflakes, and whispered: "Four generations of reincarnation!"
"That dream is like a lonely lamp, illuminating a lonely journey, telling the story of a sword with that peerless loneliness!" Ye Shaohan whispered: "To this day, I still remember the smiles of the fourth generation, but that smile follows the moon.
After Luoxia leaves, there will be no more!"
"The continent without the moonlit clouds is like an empty city, and that lonely sword guards that empty city in its prosperous times!" When Ye Shaohan whispered, the cold moonlight tore into pieces the boundless darkness.
"To be able to display his magical power to this point, at least he has not lost his magical power for four generations!" the proud man whispered.
Whoosh! The flowing moonlight enveloped the world. Wu Cun raised his head and looked directly at the figure in the silver moon. He knew that if he continued, his fighting spirit would be dispersed by the moonlight.
"No matter how weird the supernatural powers in the world are, in the name of my will, suppress them!" The vicissitudes of life and loneliness also spread in Wu Cun's heart. At this moment, Wu Cun stepped out with the sword again.
Stepping on the cold moonlight, the will of martial arts spreads out! Ten percent of the will of martial arts suppresses everything in the world, including the supernatural powers in front of you.
First, the rules evolved into the magical power of sword shadow. This time, Bu Xun evolved into the sword shadow with martial arts will!
Taking several steps in succession, each step shattered the moonlight, and a shadow transformed by the martial arts will that penetrated the world emerged in the void.
Without holding the sword, martial arts will burst out crazily, suppressing the heaven and earth within a few miles around, and also suppressing the sword intention within a few miles around.
At least those Lingzong realm warriors felt inexplicably depressed at this moment, their minds were shaken, and they had to use their spiritual energy to resist this pressure.
"In the name of my sword, merge my will and suppress it!" Bu Cun shouted coldly. The shadow of Ling Emperor's sword merged into the long sword. The long sword was raised, and the sky and the earth roared together. The moment Wu Cun appeared in the sky above Ye Shaohan, Bu Cun's hand
The long sword suddenly fell down.
But at this moment, the confusion in Ye Shaohan's eyes dissipated, and he looked calmly at Wu Cun.
In this gaze, the sword in Bu Cun's hand trembled in vain. Through those dark eyes, he saw the endless sea of blood and the roaring souls of injustice.
"Reincarnation of life and death!" Ye Shaohan whispered, his voice was very soft, for fear of breaking the water-like moonlight.
But the moment this sound sounded, it echoed out, echoing in the depths of the non-existent soul.
"Do you know reincarnation, reincarnation for thousands of lives, you in this life are just the past life in the next life, and you see the you in the past life again!" Ye Shaohan's voice blends into the soul that no longer exists like the sound of heaven and earth.
Lifting his sword finger, Ye Shaohan's right finger gently touched the moonlight, and the silver moon behind him was in vain submerged into the yin-yang fish.
But the yin-yang fish appeared out of thin air above the non-existence, and the diffuse moonlight fell into the non-existence's eyes, dispelling the martial arts will.
And it is this gentle moonlight, and the mind that does not exist sinks in it in vain.
Light snowflakes fell away, fell into the moonlight, and landed on the long sword that was no longer there. The long sword vibrated in vain.
However, the figure that was surging towards him stopped in vain, and his eyes looked at the rotating Yin-Yang fish in front of him with a slightly blank look.
Bang bang! The shadow of the Spirit Emperor's sword fell on the Yin Yang Fish and turned into nothingness. There was a little struggle in Wu Cun's eyes.
One glance was like reincarnation for thousands of lives. At this glance, Bu Cun saw the past life, the previous life, the next life, the next life, and the reincarnation for thousands of lives. His soul became weaker and weaker.
In these thousands of reincarnations, sometimes he was the emperor of the empire, sometimes he was just a down-and-out scholar, sometimes he was a young woman who died unjustly, and sometimes he was an old man living on the streets.
Until the end, Bu Cun saw a twilight old man walking into the twilight of twilight, and the reincarnation ended like this.
"It's just, who am I?" The confusion in his eyes is getting deeper and deeper, and his mind has sunk.
"Who am I!" Bu Cun whispered again, and the sword in his hand fell down weakly and landed on the platform.
The sword energy like the tide disappeared, and in an instant, the long hair turned white in vain, and the white hair was like snow, floating in the wind, carrying the confusion of past lives and the sadness of thousands of lives.
The cold moonlight dissipated, and the Yin-Yang fish was still spinning, and finally turned into a stream of light and submerged into Ye Shaohan's Moon God mark, and the boundless darkness receded like a tide.
The rising sun once again jumped into the sky, and the soft sunshine spread out. This sunshine brought everyone a long-lost warmth.
But when this sunlight fell into Bu Cun's eyes, Bu Cun became even more crazy.
"Who am I?" Wu Cun seemed to be asking the sky, the earth, the people in front of him, or himself.
"Who am I?" Bu Cun roared up to the sky, and with Bu Cun's roar, the surrounding space shattered in vain, and the turbulent flow fell on Bu Cun, and in an instant, blood was flying.
Eye-catching sword marks appeared on Bu Cun's body, but the heartbreaking pain could no longer stop Bu Cun from continuing to roar: "Who am I?"
Stepping through the turbulent flow of space, Bu Cun madly rushed towards Fengzong Island with a staggering figure, roaring continuously, and rushed towards the east where the rising sun is.
The flying white hair dissipated in the sunlight, and looking at the figure gradually disappearing, the whole place fell into a deathly silence.
"Who am I?" The missing voice still hovered in the sky, and this voice made the scene even more silent.
"What kind of magical power is this!" Countless warriors murmured softly. They have been practicing for decades and hundreds of years, but they have never encountered such a weird magical power.
"What did he see in that glance that made a Spirit Emperor realm warrior go so crazy and become a lunatic!" A first-rate sect master whispered, his eyes full of horror.