Ye Chen was walking in the wind, and he was also lost in the wind.
The shadow of Fengzong Island gradually faded away behind Ye Chen, and Ye Chen walked forward step by step like an ascetic.
The freezing cold wind stirred up flying snow all over the sky. As soon as Ye Chen raised his front feet, his footprints were wiped away by the snowflakes.
In the vast white sky and earth, Ye Chen's figure looked so lonely. Previously, Ye Chen's state of mind, which was like stagnant water, had a slight wave.
Raising his head, Ye Chen 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 Chen 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 Chen raised his right hand, and a sword intention filled the fingertips.
Ye Chen'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 Chen 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 Chen's long hair white, and Ye Chen is like this, talking to himself as he walks.
Like a madman, Ye Chen's extremely clear eyes were full of confusion.
"The journey of artistic conception is like drinking water. You know whether it is warm or cold. It is difficult for outsiders to understand!" Ye Chen whispered: "Some things can only be understood after experiencing them!"
A wave similar to the fourth generation sword intent spread over Ye Chen. He took out the Moon God Pendant, and Ye Chen 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 Intentions and the spectacle of thousands of 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 Chen's hand.
"And have I understood the tyranny of the second-generation sword intention, the sword of the world!" The void turned around, and the second-generation Moon God Pendant was held in Ye Chen's hand.
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan, who knows the power of one sword to transform ten thousand swords!" Four pieces of the Moon God Jade appeared, and four completely different sword intentions filled Ye Chen's heart.
"Only by experiencing it can you understand!" Ye Chen 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 Chen pointed forward gently, and the dots fell four times in succession. Four shadows of the sword intention emerged in the surroundings, surrounding Ye Chen's body.
beside.
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 Chen whispered, and his voice gradually disappeared in the wind.
The phantoms of the four swords blended into the void in vain. Ye Chen 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 Ring, and the figure of the Fire Qilin emerged in the void.
Transforming into a human form, Huo Qilin looked at Ye Chen with a solemn expression and pointed out with his sword. The void within a few miles around seemed to be imprisoned. This place was already a forbidden area and no one could step into it.
The sun in the southern country fell softly on the earth. However, at this moment, the world became extremely gloomy. A young man lay helplessly in a pool of blood. Countless corpses were piled on his body, and hot liquid was 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, anger, sadness, and some just endless killing intent and a desire for this world.
of 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 sex 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 broken strings.
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, there was no emotion left in the boy, 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 a blade of grass grew.
Countless bones and seas of blood gradually condensed his murderous intent, until one day, even the flying snow above his head did not dare to fall. Wherever he passed, the air of death filled the air, and the grass withered instantly.
When the child looked at him with eyes full of innocence, he mercilessly dropped the sword in his hand.
When the old man blocked him with his old body, he didn't hesitate at all. He raised his sword and blood flew.
When a young woman blocked the sword with her body just to protect the baby in her arms, he sheathed the sword and then drew it out without hesitation.
The whole world regarded him as a monster that killed people, and he gradually regarded himself as a monster that only knew how to kill, because killing became his instinct.
He was immersed in the world of killing, he forgot himself, he had no human emotions, and all he relied on was the half-broken sword in his hand.
He likes to walk in the rain, in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and finally gets lost in a house with a small bridge and flowing water.
The breeze was like catkins, the willow silk was like rain, and in the afternoon in the south of the Yangtze River, drizzle began to fall in the sky. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, a willow tree fluttered in the wind, and the sound of the piano wafted out from the pavilion.
He held the sword and still had a terrifying murderous aura all over his body. He walked out of the wind, but when he was walking on the ancient road, he stopped.
He raised his head and looked at the long pavilion. In the long pavilion, there was a beautiful figure, dressed in green, with green hair hanging down like flowing water. A girl was playing the piano in a ecstasy, unaware of this visitor.
As he walked along the ancient road, his face waiting for the seasons was like the blooming and falling of lotus flowers.
But the east wind doesn't come, the March catkins don't fly, and his footsteps are just beautiful mistakes.
The sound of the piano was beautiful, but he was not a returnee, but a passerby. He passed by with a sword and disappeared in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
But just when he was about to walk away in the mist and rain, the woman stood up and said angrily: "Why are you like this? You make such a loud noise while walking and disrupt the sound of my piano!"
Hearing this, he stopped and turned around. He still had a terrifying murderous intention on his body, and looked at the woman with a slightly blank look in his eyes.
That year, the catkins were flying in March, and he stopped, fearing that his footsteps would interrupt the peace of the world. He was like the flying catkins, helpless and confused.
The woman stood on the pavilion, looking at the man on the ancient road with a slightly confused look, and an inexplicable sadness filled her heart.
This was originally a peerless face, but the dark red birthmark on her face ruined her beauty and even made her look a little ferocious.
The two looked at each other like this without saying a word. She saw confusion in his eyes, but not a trace of disgust, and he saw pity in her eyes, without a trace of disgust.
Her senior brother, her master, and her relatives hated her because of her appearance. This was the first time that she didn't see disgust in the eyes of others.
He killed countless people and creatures, and his murderous intention reached the sky. Therefore, the world was afraid of him and hated him. This was the first time that he did not see disgust in the eyes of others.
"He shouldn't belong there, but he belongs here!" The woman smiled gently, but the birthmark was involved in her smile. In the eyes of others, this smile was a bit ferocious, but in his eyes, it was an inexplicable peace.
"You disturbed the sound of my piano, and you will stay here to listen to my music from now on, do you understand?" The woman put her hands on her waist and said in a threatening tone.
He didn't walk much, he just walked under the catkins and stood there quietly. The woman didn't say anything. She sat down again and caressed the piano in her hand in concentration.
The melodious sound of her piano soothed his dirty soul, and he couldn't see the slightest disgust in those eyes as clear as springs.
Time is like the drizzle that never stops. No matter how windy or rainy it is, there is always a figure standing in front of the ancient road, and there is always a beautiful figure sitting in the pavilion.
When the music was moving, a smile appeared on his lips. The woman said it was a silly smile.
"My name is Yue Qinyun, what's yours?" the woman asked.
"I don't have a name, and I don't know her name!" He looked at the woman in confusion.
"Hehe, then you will take my last name, and from now on you will be called Luna!" The corner of the woman's mouth raised, and the southern sunshine fell into his bright eyes.