"You and the Lord of Samsara claim to be the planners. The Lord of Samsara even does not hesitate to reincarnate to re-lay out and ascend to the sky. This is a great move. And you ascend to the sky to protect the way of reincarnation. This game of chess will be played.
It’s really wonderful to get here!”
"But do you know that the further you get to the back of this game of chess, the more difficult it will be for you?"
"Martial arts are like this. The more you climb to the top of the mountain, you think you are touching the top of the world, but in the end you will find that you are the frog at the bottom of the well."
"At the end of the chess game, if you are not careful, you will lose the whole game. That would be a pity."
Ren Feifan's pupils looked at the blood moon indifferently, his thin lips slightly opened, and he said: "The value of this residual thought is to discuss the truth with me?"
The old man touched his beard and shook his head: "This is a warning."
"Back then, my real body made a bet with a close friend. I placed all my bets on the two of you. If I lose, I will lose everything. If I win, I will feel content."
"Since I want you to win, I will naturally do something."
"And the purpose of your coming here is to cause and effect here."
"However, you are the only one here today. The Lord of Reincarnation...oh? Why is he in the eternal void? Is he looking for the door of Xuan Zun?"
Ren Feifan was stunned. This was just a lingering thought, but he divined Ye Chen's whereabouts and purpose in just one thought.
If it were the true body, how terrifying would it be?
However, when Ren Feifan thought about it, he was afraid that this body had passed through countless opportunities, and had even gone to the world of nothingness, and had long since ceased to exist in reality.
Such beings can naturally only look up to them when it comes to divination of cause and effect in the world.
"Okay, there are some things I shouldn't say more. Since you are here, I will give this to you."
After saying that, the old man waved his hand, and the world seemed to have changed.
Ren Feifan found that the place he stepped on was a purgatory, and above the sky, there were ten blood moons hanging!
The highest artistic conception and method of martial arts created by Ren Feifan is the nine-round blood moon.
And why is it ten rounds now?
This seemed to have a strong impact on Ren Feifan's philosophy.
The old man stroked his beard and said calmly: "The blood moon in the sky is not the key, this sword is the key."
The next second, Ren Feifan noticed a sword stuck in a pool of hot blood behind the old man.
The scarlet blood-moon patterns are all over the sword body, which is ferocious, but also gives people an extremely beautiful feeling.
It seems to be good.
Moreover, the long sword's body is surrounded by dense chains, and each chain leads directly to the sky!
It actually spread from above the ten blood moons.
Even though Ren Feifan has the Snow Burial Star, his Taoist heart is extremely unstable at this moment, and he needs this sword!
This sword seemed to be tailor-made for him.
If he had this sword, his strength would undergo extremely terrifying changes!
However, Ren Feifan knew that this sword was indeed against the heavens, and the old man bluntly said that this sword belonged to him, but he would never get it so easily.
Each chain is wrapped with extremely strong rules, and seems to be surrounded by thunder and lightning from the non-existent world.
Red, extremely hot.
Ice blue, extremely low temperature.
This kind of sword must have a sword spirit, and it will be difficult to conquer it.
The old man seemed to be very satisfied with the expression on Ren Feifan's face at this moment. He asked curiously: "Why, do you think you can't hold this sword? Ren Feifan, you are one of the top ten beings in the world."
Ren Feifan shook his head and said calmly: "This sword is very strong."
The old man continued: "This is made by my body, and any material used is a diluted treasure in the Taishang World."
"Of course, there may be two people in the world who can wield this sword, but in the end there is only one."
Ren Feifan's eyes narrowed: "Which two people?"
The old man stared at the sword and said: "You are now, or you are in the future."
When Ren Feifan heard this, he was slightly moved. He no longer thought about it, took a step forward, and his body was suspended above the sword.
He stared down at the sword, but found that his breathing was a little short and he was even slightly unsteady on his feet.
The rules of this sword are so restrictive.
Ren Feifan used the snow to bury the stars, and rounds of blood moons condensed behind him.
Then, the void fluctuated.
He crossed the rift in the void, stretched out his hand, grasped it with five fingers, and held it on the hilt of the sword.
In an instant, countless thunder and lightning from the Wuwu World spread along the sword's chain and spread to Ren Feifan's whole body.
Ren Feifan's pupils were bloodshot, veins popped out of his body, and violent air waves burst out from his body!
The blood moon vision behind it seemed to be shattered.
It can be seen how much pressure this sword puts on Ren Feifan.
But Ren Feifan's eyes were filled with determination at this moment!
This is Ren Feifan’s way!
Ye Chen has the martial spirit of Ling Xiao and the Dao heart of the Martial Ancestor, and Ren Feifan also has his own Dao heart and martial spirit!
This is what he created by spanning endless years and killing countless powerful men!
The old man beside him was also slightly moved. His senses told him that now was not the best time for Ren Feifan to hold the sword.
If you hold the sword forcefully, you can probably only hold it for three breaths.
And now, ten breaths have passed!
The old man hesitated again and again, but finally said: "Ren Feifan, please stop as soon as you click."
However, Ren Feifan completely ignored it, and super powerful martial arts connotations erupted all over his body, causing the world to change color, and even the surrounding void seemed to be shattered!
If it weren’t for the super strong rule restrictions and protection here!
I'm afraid this place will turn into a void and turbulent flow in an instant.
Twenty breaths!
The fiftieth breath!
When he reached his sixty-third breath, Ren Feifan finally let go of his hand.