"Maybe interested people can guess the identity of the Blood Prison Emperor through the Blood Prison's recent actions!" Ye Shaohan tapped his thigh with his right finger. Whether it was Gu Tian or the mysterious force, it was always a threat to Ye Shaohan.
, has threatened his life. Looking slightly to the side, Ye Shaohan looked at the Heavenly Dao, Hungry Ghost Dao, and Humanity standing beside him. Although he had these three sword corpses, the sense of security in Ye Shaohan's heart did not increase.
"Spiritual Emperor's Domain! If I had the help of three sword corpses, what would be my winning rate against Gutian now?" Ye Shaohan still remembers the terrifying oppression of Gutian's Spiritual Emperor's Domain.
Eyes slightly narrowed, Ye Shaohan sat directly on the hilt of Tongtian's sword. The clouds and mist around him rolled away again. Ye Shaohan's figure was hazy and looming in the clouds and mist.
Liu Dong, Young Master Su and others all retreated. Whenever Ye Shaohan closed his eyes, it meant that he wanted to practice and would not allow others to disturb him.
Jue Lin and Xuan Ren also retreated, several feet away from the stone sword.
"If we can use the will of the Moon God, then the winning rate will be greatly increased!" Ye Shaohan whispered, taking out the Moon God Pendant, and the void within a few feet of it stirred up a spatial ripple, and its breath was completely isolated from the outside world.
Humanity also stood on the stone sword, and his palms fell into the void. Obviously, the void around him was imprisoned by him.
The Heavenly Dao and the Hungry Ghost Dao stood on both sides, protecting Ye Shaohan in the middle. There were three sword corpses protecting him. Ye Shaohan did not have any worries. He concentrated his mind and completely immersed himself in cultivation.
...
The clouds and mist filled the air, and the cold wind roared in the mountain streams.
Waves of cold shouts resounded around the Blood Evil Peak. Before the sun rose, the Blood Prison Army began to drill.
The rising sun is rising, and its soft rising sun shines on this desolate land with endless vitality, dispelling the deathly atmosphere left by the night.
In the night of hell, with the gloomy wind, only during the day can people feel a trace of life. The morning sun shines down, coating the clouds and mist on the top of the Blood Evil Peak with a layer of color.
The stone sword that reaches the sky, its huge shadow appears in the clouds and mist, the entire Blood Evil Peak is eerily silent, and the flowing air around it is still.
Jue Lin and Xuan Ren stood a few feet away, looking solemnly at the phantom in front of the sky. In the clouds and mist, they felt a sense of loneliness and loneliness.
No ancients were seen before, no newcomers were seen after. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I burst into tears! This inexplicable loneliness seemed to envelope the entire Blood Evil Peak. In the rolling clouds and mist, both Jue Lin and Xuan Ren saw that
Tao's looming figure.
This figure was a bit illusory, and Jue Lin and Xuan Ren felt astonished. This figure was not standing on a stone sword, but standing in ancient time and space. An aura of vicissitudes and loneliness filled his body.
With.
Kacha! A strange thunder shot out of the sky, tearing apart the churning clouds and mist, and its oppressive aura spread out all around.
The endless clouds in the sky immediately collapsed, thunder roared, the clouds rolled back, endless water vapor condensed in the void, and with the thunder, a majestic heavy rain fell without any warning.
Wow! The rain of hell washes away this murderous world. When the rain drops, it turns blood red.
The morning sun still hangs in the sky, shining with warm sunshine, the cold rain flows in the sunshine, and a rainbow appears in the sunshine.
Under the rainbow, there was a sound of hunting in white clothes. Ye Shaohan stood on the stone sword and looked at the rainbow hanging in the sky with a slightly dazed expression, holding the first-generation Moon God Pendant in the palm of his hand.
The heavy rain came, and the sound of rushing echoed in Ye Shaohan's ears like thousands of horses galloping in the distance. Ye Shaohan's world was silent. His mind was immersed in the sword intention of the generation, and he was also immersed in this sudden heavy rain.
The rain dripped down the stone sword to form a rain curtain, and the whole world was quiet except for the sound of rainwater. Even the cold shouts from the Blood Prison seemed insignificant.
In the vast world, only the sound of rain covered everything.
That kind of inexplicable loneliness was integrated into the rain. Jue Lin stood in the rain and was baptized by the blood rain, silent. The rain fell on the rocks, and the water vapor rose up, making the surrounding rocks look hazy.
, not true.
Jue Lin's thoughts were immersed in the rain. He remembered that a long time ago, when he was young, he stood in the rain and looked at the gray sky.
At that time, he was not the leader of the ### clan, but just an ordinary member of the ### clan.
There is no dispute. He is alone in the whole world, dancing with the sword alone. When he is tired, he uses the heaven and the earth as his quilt, and his loneliness as his dance.
Day after day, year after year, the days were extremely boring, but he always persisted.
But later he became the leader of the ### clan. There were too many trivial matters and too many disputes. I don’t know how long it took for Jue Lin to forget this kind of loneliness. He stood quietly in the rain, and all the disturbances in the world were irrelevant to him.
Doesn't matter.
A change was taking place in Jue Lin. Jue Lin's heart was as quiet as stagnant water. Bathing in the rain, Xuan Ren and others' moods also changed.
This rain washed away the whole world, and also washed away the mood of Jue Lin and others. Jue Lin and others were like this, not to mention Ye Shaohan. The rain fell on Ye, and the fluttering military clothes clung to Ye Shaohan's body. He did not
Deliberately take shelter from the rain and let it fall away.
The sword intention of a generation pervades the Moon God Pendant and blends into the rain. Its loneliness is most vividly reflected in the rain.
Ye Shaohan half-squinted his eyes. He understood this kind of loneliness. On the vast land, a swordsman walked by with a sword.
Ye Shaohan has also experienced this kind of loneliness. To this world, he is a passerby. His previous life was a kind of water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with many small bridges and flowing water. It was not a world full of killings.
Behind everyone there is an unknown past, and it is precisely because of this past that makes people different.
Memories of the past can only be the past after all. Just thinking about it makes me feel a little emotional. Ye Shaohan raised his head, and a stream of moisture carried raindrops with the wind and fell on his face. It was very refreshing. He looked up at the mist-filled sky.
.
The sword intention of a generation is desolate and lonely, and his sword intention is incompatible with this world, because there is no sword in this world. It is only with the generation of a generation that there are swords, and only then can the sword skills that have evolved into tens of millions be developed.
"So everything is like this!" Ye Shaohan pondered. In the rising rain curtain, he seemed to see a lonely figure, coming out of ancient times and disappearing into the world.
Many things are already understood, but they are made too complicated! Ye Shaohan has always understood the loneliness of a generation, and he also understands the sword intent of a generation.
"I already understood the loneliness of a generation of swordsmanship, but after reviewing it for several months, I understand it even more deeply!" Ye Shaohan tightly held the Moon God Pendant in his hand and murmured softly.
Looking at the endless rain, Ye Shaohan raised his left hand and pointed it as a sword. The sword pointed in the void, and ripples flowed out from the fingertips and merged into the heaven and earth: "Scatter!"
The ripples spread, and at the same time, the entire rainwater between heaven and earth stopped in vain. The endless rainwater immediately collapsed, turned into nothingness, and merged into the heaven and earth.
The surging clouds and mist rolled around, and the thunder that swept out of the clouds and mist turned into a stream of light and rushed toward Ye Shaohan, and finally merged into the center of Ye Shaohan's eyebrows. For a moment, the clouds broke, and the rays of the morning sun were not blocked in any way, and fell on the blood demon.
On the peak.
The sun fell, bringing warmth, and fell into the depths of Ye Shaohan's eyes. A smile appeared in the corners of his eyes! "I understand, I really understand!"
The sudden rain dissipated, and Jue Lin also woke up one after another, clearly understanding the previous feeling, and quietly recalling it.
Everyone has endured that kind of loneliness, but some people can't bear it and are intoxicated with fame or fortune, and the world of mortals. As a warrior, you need a fearless heart for a moment, and you also need a heart that can bear loneliness.
As the rain dissipated, the heavenly realm, the hungry ghost realm, and the human realm also experienced a slight change. The body was no longer so dead, but instead had a trace of life.
"Then you can fall asleep next!" Ye Shaohan muttered, his eyes still fixed on the sky, but in the next moment, a trace of surprise appeared in Ye Shaohan's calm eyes: "I didn't expect that he has already found me.
Got it!"
"Faster than expected!" A solemn look appeared on Ye Shaohan's face. In the distant void, he noticed a familiar aura. The oppression contained in this aura was terrifying. This was Gu Tian's
breath.
"It seems unavoidable!" When Ye Shaohan ordered Liu Dong and others to search for the disciples of the Sword God Sect, he knew that interested people would notice that this Blood Prison was connected to the Sword God Sect. If it was native to Hell,
People are just curious about where this Sword God Sect came from. But those warriors who entered the Sword Tomb from the Martial God Continent can guess that there must be people from the Sword God Sect in the Blood Prison, maybe the three ancient tribes,
Even the Sword God Sect Master.
"It is unavoidable, so we can only face it with all our strength!" Ye Shaohan stood up, and his humane figure swept behind him, causing ripples to dissipate in the world, "Humanity's forbidden magical powers can be used at critical moments, absolutely.
Achieved unexpected results!”
Stepping out, Ye Shaohan stepped into the void, with all the spiritual energy in his body fully activated. If a fight broke out, the aftermath alone would be enough to destroy the entire Blood Evil Peak.
The aura became clearer and clearer, and the terrifying oppression spread out in the void like a tide. Before anyone arrived, the pressure contained in the aura alone stirred up ripples in the space.
Jue Lin, Xuan Ren and others all frowned, feeling powerless in front of this terrifying pressure.
Young Master Su and Liu Dong, who were training the Blood Prison Army, also raised their heads, their gazes drifting to the sky, with a hint of horror in their eyes. Whose aura is this? What a powerful aura.