Chapter nine hundred and twenty second parties gathered
Chapter 922
All parties gather
Chapter 922
All parties gathered together.
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The fragrance is astonishing! Its fragrance permeates the ice sheet, and even the roaring cold wind cannot dispel the fragrance hovering in the void.
The ice fields are continuous, the highlands are undulating, and the snowflakes reach the sky and fall rapidly, falling on the ice fields.
Looking up from a distance, this crystal clear ice field looks like a bright mirror.
And deep in the ice field, the scene here has subverted the rules of nature. In this ice and snow, flowers are everywhere, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
An ice sword a hundred feet long was stuck on the ice field, surrounded by endless flowers, and their fragrance wafted out.
The snow in this area is peaceful, falling lightly on the petals, melting, turning into nectar and falling into the stamens.
Whoosh! The sharp sound of breaking wind echoed in the sky in vain. Dozens of figures came through the wind and snow. The sound of breaking wind also interrupted the tranquility here.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene in front of him, Ye Chen was slightly shaken. He had seen such a scene several times.
He had been to this place before. He had been there before when he entered the ancestral pavilion. He raised his head and Ye Chen's eyes fell on the hilt of the sword. There was a grimace carved on the hilt, and endless death energy surrounded it.
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"The death energy at the hilt is in sharp contrast to the vitality below. I have been to this place before!" Ye Chen whispered as he took a step forward.
This giant sword seemed to have some incredible power, and a feeling of despair and depression filled the hearts of Ye Chen, Mu Chen and others.
Under the infection of this despair, the expressions of Mu Chen, Fatty Xiao, Qianchuan Xue, Qing Jue and others all changed slightly. What kind of despair is this, hovering in the sky for a long time.
"Perhaps I understand this kind of despair!" Mu Chen whispered. When he lost Mu Ye, his heart was broken and he was left with only despair.
"The despair of facing the person you love is gradually dying, but you are powerless!" Ye Chen sighed slightly, and Yue Qinyun's voice appeared in front of his eyes again.
The snow became heavier in vain, and the whole world was dyed into a vast expanse of white.
But the snow still couldn't cover up the giant sword that reached the sky and the overbearing and terrifying sword intent.
His mind moved slightly, and the inexplicable emotion once again filled Ye Chen's heart, a kind of calling.
"This sword is calling me!" Ye Chen took a step forward again, and his sword intent spread over his body. Ye Chen's breath suddenly resonated with the giant sword, and a crisp sword chant was in vain.
The giant sword floated above it.
Ding ding! Within the Qilin Ring, the four pieces of the Moon God Jade were vibrating crazily. If not for the existence of the Qilin Ring, these four pieces of the Moon God Jade would have burst out of the air long ago.
"Gather the Moon God, open the sword tomb! Gather the four pieces of Moon God's jade, and open the sword tomb!" Standing in the wind and snow, Ye Chen could feel the pressure from behind getting more and more terrifying.
"It seems they can't help but show up!" Fatty Xiao could also feel the pressure from behind and whispered.
"Because the Sword Tomb is about to be opened!" Ye Chen's eyes still showed no panic, but a look of calm: "From the beginning, they regarded me as a chess piece to collect the Moon Goddess Jade, but they didn't know that it wasn't just them.
I also want to open the sword tomb! To a certain extent, my purpose is the same as theirs!" At this point, Ye Chen closed his eyes tightly, and the scene of the fourth generation burying the ice sword appeared in his eyes again, "
In the place of burial, there is still life!”
Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the ghost sculpture carved on the hilt of the sword, where four sword intentions faintly flowed out. They were the sword intentions of several generations of moon gods.
Turning around, Ye Chen looked at Mu Chen, Fatty Xiao, Qianchuan Xue and others behind him, and said in a deep voice: "If the sword tomb is opened, do you want to stay here or enter the sword tomb!"
"Of course you have to enter. This sword tomb can attract such attention from the three major halls and major sects. There must be major opportunities in the sword tomb!" Fatty Xiao said with a chuckle.
Mu Chen didn't say anything, but just took a step forward. Qianchuan Xue did the same, and Qing Jue and others showed determination in their eyes.
Along the way, Qing Jue and others were silent and practicing crazily. After experiencing the battle a few months ago, Qing Jue and others realized that they were the guardians of the fifth generation, but their cultivation was so weak.
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"There is a sword tomb of opportunity!" Qing Jue did not hesitate at all and also took a step forward.
The group of people all chose to enter the sword tomb. Ye Chen turned around, looked at the ice sword again, and whispered: "Opportunities always coexist with dangers. No one knows what is in the sword tomb!"
"If you enter the Sword Tomb, you must always be vigilant!" After saying that, Ye Chen closed his eyes again. He was not in a hurry to take out the Moon God Pendant, but was waiting for the arrival of those people.
The snow dyed Ye Chen's long hair white. Ye Chen still closed his eyes, practicing, comprehending and speculating on magical powers.
It wasn't until dusk that the sharp sound of breaking wind sounded again from the sky and the earth.
Snowflakes were flying, and the Moon God Prince came through the snow, followed closely by Rizhao and some Moon Goddess elders and princeling members.
Terrifying pressure filled the air, and the surrounding snowflakes stood still in vain. The prince raised his head and whispered: "Snowflakes are really beautiful, and only snowflakes are the purest existence in the world, aren't they?"
Holding the snowflake between his slender fingers, the prince walked slowly towards the giant sword, his eyes fell on the slightly thin figure, and he smiled faintly: "Fifth generation, we meet again!"
The surrounding flying snow flew around the prince in vain, and the wind blew by, picking up the fallen petals on the ground.
Clamping the petal, the prince smiled slightly and pointed with his sword. The petal immediately turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Ye Chen. It was just a petal. Wherever it passed, the space was torn apart in vain.
Space ripples filled the air, tearing the void apart! At the moment when the petals were about to touch Ye Chen, Ye Chen opened his eyes and looked at the petals faintly. He raised his long and slender sword fingers, lightly and lightly.
Point forward and land on the petals.
Ding! Like the explosion of metal clashing, the petals gradually turned into nothingness.
Raising his head, Ye Chen looked along the broken space, his eyes fell on the prince, and he said lightly: "Some people haven't arrived yet!"
Hearing this, the prince smiled faintly and closed his eyes as well, but there was a hint of evil smile at the corner of his mouth, "Interesting, only the fifth generation has such courage!"
The previous petal seemed soft, but within it was a trace of the prince's martial arts will. Looking at Ye Chen's understatement of that trace of martial arts will, Rizhao knew that the fifth generation was stronger than a month ago.
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"Compared to the Holy Son, his strength is even more unfathomable!" Ye Chen closed his eyes and ignored the prince and others a hundred meters away.
After a few breaths, another sharp sound of breaking wind resounded, and Murong Yu appeared above the ice field with several disciples of the Sword Temple, looking at Ye Chen and the prince below with an indifferent expression.
Murong Yuruo glanced at Ye Chen meaningfully, then walked aside and closed his eyes as well.
Following Murong Yu, more and more first-class sect leaders and elders arrived. These people all looked at Ye Chen, and just like Murong Yu did before, they walked aside and closed their eyes.
More and more martial arts warriors gathered on this vast ice field. Although these people deliberately restrained their auras, their terrifying pressure still gathered and hovered over the ice field.
Qing Jue and others all had solemn expressions on their faces, and they all mobilized their true energy to resist this inexplicable pressure.
However, Ye Chen opened his eyes, glanced at those people lightly, and said secretly: "The auras exuded by these people are not much different from those of the Holy Son. The martial arts realm is worthy of being called a strong man in the realm of defeat!"
The snow was still falling, and as more and more people came, ripples appeared in the surrounding space. Ye Chen still stood quietly in the wind and snow, never making a sound.
Xuanyuan Ye came with the elders of the Moon Temple, and space turbulence emerged under their feet. Xuanyuan Ye looked at the prince thoughtfully, with a hint of complexity in his eyes, "Even I am a part of your chess game."
Chess pieces?”
"Heaven and earth are chess pieces, and all the people are chess pieces! Who are you? No matter how talented you are, you will never be able to achieve your current achievements!" Xuanyuan Ye withdrew his gaze and stood aside quietly.
Bang bang! Huang Pu, the master of the Martial Arts Temple, walked out of the endless void with his pride, followed closely by several elders of the Martial Arts Temple.
The people of the Martial Temple have a strong smell of blood on their bodies, but in this world filled with fragrance, the smell of blood on their bodies is also dissipated.
Huangpu and Jiaozi stood up together, closed their eyes one after another, and said nothing. Among the three halls, only the Martial Hall was the most special. The legends and hall masters of the other two halls did not stand together.
The three major halls gathered together, and many first-class sects rushed there. Logically speaking, everyone who had to wait for this was here, but Ye Chen still did not open his eyes and continued to practice.
Perhaps Ye Chen is the only one who can practice like no one else under the pressure of hundreds of martial arts warriors.
The three palace masters had a tacit understanding and did not speak, but their eyes fell on Ye Chen one after another. The pressure contained in their eyes was enough to reverse the void around Ye Chen.
Feeling this majestic pressure, Ye Chen opened his eyes and glanced at the three palace masters lightly, "Some people haven't arrived yet!"
After saying that, Ye Chen closed his eyes again. After hearing this, the expressions of the three palace masters changed slightly, and suddenly, an invisible wave spread in the void.
Several hazy shadows emerged in the void in vain. Loose black robes shrouded the figures of these people in darkness, making it difficult to see their true appearance.
The aura of these people was no stranger to Ye Chen, the aura of a mysterious force.
Raising his head, Ye Chen still looked at these men in black with calm eyes. These people were all strong men in the martial arts realm.
Bang bang! Several more sharp blasts of wind resounded across the sky. Hearing the blast, Ye Chen knew before he even raised his eyes that someone was coming from the Jade Emperor Palace.
Five middle-aged men wearing golden military robes came through the air with swords, and their bodies were also filled with terrifying aura.
Gazing across the five middle-aged men, Ye Chen took a few steps forward and walked towards the huge ice sword step by step.