The aroma permeated the ice field, and even the roaring cold wind could not dispel the fragrance that swirled in the void.

The ice fields are endless, the highlands are undulating, and the snowflakes descend in vain and fall on the ice sheets.

From afar, this crystal clear ice field is like a mirror.

And deep in the ice fields, a scene here has turned the rules of nature upside down. In this icy and snowy world, flowers are everywhere and a hundred flowers are blooming.

A hundred-foot-long ice sword fell on the ice field, surrounded by a continuous stream of flowers, the fragrance of which wafted out.

The snow in this area is peaceful, falling lightly on the petals, melting, and falling into the stamens of the flowers.

The sharp sound of breaking wind resounded in vain in the sky, and dozens of figures came on the wind and snow, and the sound of breaking wind also interrupted the peace here.

Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar scene in front of him, Ye Chen's body shook slightly, it was such a scene, he had seen it several times.

This place, he had been here before, and after entering the ancestral pavilion, he had been there, and when he raised his head, Ye Chen's eyes fell on the hilt of the sword, and a grimace was carved on the hilt, and endless dead qi surrounded him.

"The dead qi at the hilt of the sword is in stark contrast to the vitality below, this place, I've been here!" took a step forward, Ye Chen whispered.

This giant sword seemed to have some kind of incredible power, and a kind of despair and suppressed emotion filled the hearts of Ye Chen, as well as Mu Chen and the others.

Under the infection of this kind of despair, Mu Chen, Xiao Fatzi, Qianchuan Xue, Qingjue and others all changed slightly, what kind of despair is this, hovering in the sky for a long time.

"This kind of despair, maybe I understand!" Mu Chen whispered, when he lost Mu Ye, his heart was broken, and only despair remained.

"Facing the despair of his beloved gradually dying, and he can't do anything about it!" Ye Chen sighed slightly, and the sound of Yueqin Yun appeared in front of him again.

The snow grew in vain, and the whole world was dyed white.

But this snow still couldn't hide the giant sword that reached into the sky and the terrifying sword intent that was domineering.

His mind moved slightly, and the inexplicable emotion that filled Ye Chen's heart again, a call.

"This sword is calling to me!" Ye Chen took a step forward again, his sword intent permeated his body, Ye Chen's aura resonated with the giant sword, and a crisp sword groan floated in vain above the giant sword.

In the Qilin Ring, the four pieces of Moon God Peiyu shook wildly, if it weren't for the existence of the Qilin Ring, these four pieces of Moon God Peiyu would have broken out of the air long ago.

"Gather the Moon God, raise the Sword Tomb!Gather the four pieces of Moon God Peiyu, and open the Sword Tomb!" Standing in the wind and snow, Ye Chen could feel that the coercion behind him was becoming more and more terrifying.

"It looks like they can't help but show up!" Xiao Fatzi could also feel the coercion behind him, and whispered.

"Because the Sword Tomb is about to be opened!" Ye Chen's eyes still did not show panic, but calm: "At the beginning, they used me as a pawn to collect the Moon God Peiyu, but they didn't know that not only did they want to open the Sword Tomb, but I was also the same!To some extent, my purpose was the same as theirs!" Speaking of this, Ye Chen's eyes were tightly closed, and the picture of the four generations burying this ice sword once again appeared in his eyes, "The burial place, the vitality still exists!"

Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the ghost carving carved out of the hilt, where four strands of sword intent faintly flowed out, which was the sword intent of several generations of moon gods.

Turning around, Ye Chen looked at Mu Chen, Xiao Fatzi, Qian Chuanxue and the 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!"

"Naturally, if you want to enter, this sword tomb can arouse the three major halls, and the major sects attach so much importance to it, there must be a major opportunity in the sword tomb!" Xiao Fatzi chuckled.

Mu Chen didn't say anything, just took a step forward. And the same is true of Qianchuan Xue, Qing Jue and the others have a determined look in their eyes.

Along the way, Qing Jue and the others were silent, cultivating frantically, after the battle a few months ago, Qing Jue and the others all realized that they were the guardians of the fifth generation, but their cultivation was so weak.

"There is a sword tomb of opportunity!" Qing never hesitated, and also took a step forward.

The group 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 inside that Sword Tomb!"

"If you enter the Sword Tomb, you must always be vigilant!" After speaking, Ye Chen closed his eyes again, he was not in a hurry to take out the Moon God Peiyu, but waited, waiting for the arrival of those people.

The snow dyed Ye Chen's long hair white, Ye Chen still closed his eyes, cultivating, comprehending supernatural powers, and speculating supernatural powers.

It wasn't until dusk that the Heaven and Earth Prescription resounded again with a sharp sound of breaking wind.

The snowflakes flew, and the Moon God Prince stepped on the snow, followed by Sun Bolt and some of the Moon God Temple elders and princelings.

The terrifying coercion permeated the void, and the surrounding snowflakes were in vain, and the prince raised his head and whispered: "The snowflakes are really beautiful, and only the snowflakes are the purest existence in the world, aren't they?"

The slender fingers clamped the snowflake, and the prince walked towards the giant sword unhurriedly, his eyes fell on the slightly thin figure, and smiled faintly: "Five generations, meet again!"

The flying snow around him fluttered wildly around the prince in vain, and the wind blew and rolled up the petals that had fallen on the ground.

Grabbing the petal, the prince smiled slightly, pointed out with his sword, and the petal immediately turned into a streamer and rushed towards Ye Chen, just a petal, and where it passed, its space was torn apart in vain.

Spatial ripples spread out, tearing apart the void! At the moment when the petals were about to touch Ye Chen, Ye Chen opened his eyes and looked at the petals lightly, his slender and slender sword fingers were raised, and he lightly pointed forward, landing on the petals.

Ding! Like a metal clash of metals, the petals gradually dissolved into nothingness.

Raising his head, Ye Chen looked along the broken space, his eyes fell on the prince, and said lightly: "Some people haven't arrived yet!"

Hearing this, the prince smiled faintly, and also closed his eyes, but a hint of evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Interesting, only the fifth generation has this courage!"

The previous petal seemed to be gentle, but it was integrated with a trace of the prince's martial will, looking at Ye Chen's understatement to dissolve that trace of martial will, Ri Yan knew that compared to a month ago, the strength of the five generations was stronger.

"Compared to the Holy Son, his strength is even more unfathomable!" Ye Chen closed his eyes and ignored the prince and the others who were a hundred meters away.

After a few breaths, several sharp wind-breaking sounds rang out, and Murong Yu appeared in the sky above the ice field with several Sword God Temple disciples, looking at Ye Chen and the prince below with an indifferent expression.

Murong Yu glanced at Ye Chen meaningfully, then walked to the side and closed his eyes as well.

With Murong Yu behind, more and more first-class sect masters and elders arrived, and these people all glanced at Ye Chen, just like Murong Yu before, walked to the side and closed their eyes.

More and more martial arts realm martial artists gathered on this ice field, although these people deliberately restrained their own aura, but a terrifying coercion still gathered out, hovering over the ice field.

Qing Jue and the others all had solemn expressions on their faces, and they all used their true qi to resist this inexplicable coercion.

However, Ye Chen opened his eyes, glanced at those people lightly, and said secretly: "The aura exuded by these people is not much different from the Holy Son, and the Martial Dao Realm deserves to be called a strong man in the Defeat Realm!"

The snow was still falling, and as there were more and more people, the surrounding space was also rippling in vain, and Ye Chen was still standing quietly in the wind and snow, never making a sound.

Xuanyuan Ye came with the elders of the Moon God Temple, and the spatial turbulence appeared under their feet, Xuanyuan Ye glanced at the prince with deep meaning, and a trace of complexity appeared in his eyes, "Am I even a pawn in your chess game?"

"Heaven and earth are chess, and the common people are the sons!Who are you, no matter how talented you are, it is impossible to take your current achievements!" Xuanyuan Ye retracted his gaze and stood aside equally quietly.

Bang bang! Huang Pu, the hall master of the Martial God Temple, walked out of the endless void with his proud son, and they were also followed by several elders of the Martial God Temple.

The people of the Martial God Temple had a strong smell of blood on their bodies, but in this world filled with fragrance, the smell of blood on their bodies was also dispelled.

Huang Pu and Jiaozi stood up together, closed their eyes one after another, and did not speak, among the three major halls, only the Martial God Temple was the most special, and the legends and hall masters of the other two halls were not standing together.

The three major halls gathered, and many first-class sects rushed to arrive, and it stands to reason that the people who were waiting for this were all here, but Ye Chen still didn't open his eyes and continued to cultivate.

Being able to cultivate under the pressure of hundreds of martial arts realm martial artists can still be cultivated as if no one else is around, perhaps only Ye Chen.

The three hall masters did not speak with a tacit understanding, but their eyes fell on Ye Chen one after another, and the coercion contained in their gazes was enough to reverse the void around Ye Chen.

Feeling this majestic coercion, Ye Chen opened his eyes and glanced at the three hall masters lightly, "Some people haven't arrived yet!"

After speaking, Ye Chen closed his eyes again. Hearing this, the faces of the three hall masters all changed slightly, and suddenly, an invisible fluctuation spread in the void.

Several hazy phantoms appeared in vain in the void, and the loose black robes shrouded the figures of these people in darkness, making it impossible to see their true faces.

The aura of these people was no stranger to Ye Chen, the aura of that mysterious force.

Raising his head, Ye Chen's eyes were still calmly looking at these black-clothed people, these people were all martial arts realm powerhouses.

Bang bang! Several sharp wind-breaking sounds resounded in the sky, and when he heard this wind-breaking sound, Ye Chen knew before he raised his eyes that someone from the Jade Emperor Palace was coming.

Five middle-aged men in golden robes stepped into the air with swords, and their bodies were also filled with terrifying momentum.

His gaze swept over the five middle-aged men, Ye Chen took a few steps forward, and walked towards the huge ice sword step by step