Chapter 881: They Call Me Five Generations (Part II)

Chapter 881: They Call Me Five Generations (Part II)

The aura of heaven and earth went berserk in vain, and a whirlpool emerged out of thin air.

It was as if a strange force was spreading out of the whirlpool, stirring the wind and snow between heaven and earth.

At the sect steps, Qingjue's figure suddenly shook, as if there was an indescribable coercion spreading out in that whirlpool, this coercion was so great that it was enough to shake the earth, and it was shrouded at this moment, and it contained a will that he couldn't resist!

This breath, the strong breath, he is familiar, very familiar!

Raising his head, Qing Jue's eyes looked at the sky motionlessly, and the same was true of the Absolute Forest.

On Fengzong Island, hundreds of thousands of warriors immediately felt the coercion that descended from the sky, and the sky thundered suddenly, and its roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and it did not disperse for a long time, just like heaven and earth.

In an instant, this thunderous sound represented heaven and earth, and its incomparably cold wind tore apart the void, and the spatial turbulence gushed out, washing the falling snowflakes.

An electric snake emerged from the void turbulence, and immediately, more and more electric snakes emerged.

Countless thunderbolt powers filled the void, the vortex shattered in vain, and the endless chill also diffused, and the broken void was frozen in vain.

A furious aura permeated everyone's hearts, and behind this breath was a piercing aura.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, but the snow did not fall, but fell in the middle of the broken whirlpool.

This snow was so weird that at the top of the sect steps, the prince raised his head, stared at the void, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "Are you here?"

"Is this the first time we met, Five Generations?" While the crown prince was staring into the void, so were the three hall masters.

Even the arrogant son who had been cultivating opened his eyes, and an endless killing aura emerged behind the arrogant son, forming a strange imprint, and finally dissipated.

"Moon God!" the proud man whispered, his gaze fixed on the sky, and for a while, countless eyes also stopped at the sky.

Ye Muwan's figure shook suddenly, her beautiful eyes flowed, and she looked at the white-clothed figure of Shengxue in the void in disbelief.

Ye Muwan just knew that Ye Chen was coming with Han Jian and the others, and Ye Muwan finally knew why Han Jian and the others followed behind Ye Chen at this moment.

"It turns out that he has become the Sword God Sect Master!" Ye Muwan whispered, her beautiful eyes looking at the familiar figure motionlessly.

The thunder roared, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, the void shattered, the wind swept wildly, the cold was pervasive, the snowflakes condensed into ice swords, and in an instant, countless ice swords emerged and inserted into the void.

Endless sword qi permeated these ice swords, and the sword qi transformed into a round of extremely strange silver moon, and the cold moonlight sprinkled out, this round of silver moon represented this day, this earth.

Fengzong Island below could not bear the cold moonlight, and it shook, and the ice on the sea surface shattered.

A coercion from the depths of the soul diffused from the souls of everyone, and at this moment, clusters of extremely strange silver flames appeared in vain, shuttling through the turbulence.

A white figure, in the midst of the silver flames, under the rumbling and endless thunder, stepped on the snowflakes condensed by the cold, and slowly appeared!

This white-clothed figure walked out of the endless void, and the endless void represented the hell of killing, at least, at this moment, everyone heard the screams of ghosts crying wolves.

At the sect steps, Ling Yue's gaze was instantly frozen, and a fear that he had never felt before spread in his heart.

"It's that person!" Ling Yue's heart was shocked, and he retreated a few steps back, but the horror in his eyes became stronger and stronger: "That figure!"

Ling Yue will never forget that scene, countless strange ice sculptures stopped in the void, and a white-clothed figure of Shengxue sat quietly on the ice field, and the snow fell on that figure strangely.

A crisp sword groan resounded in vain, this sword groan came from the silver moon in the sky, this sword groan was like a roar from ancient times, this roar, it was the roar of the moon god.

This sword groan was enough to make the warriors present feel shocked, feel palpitations, purple lightning surged, and the silver moon slowly rose, all this just because of that figure coming.

"Is he the fifth generation?" Xuan Blade raised his head, staring blankly at the void, at the endless flames, at the endless purple thunder, the white figure fell into the depths of his eyes, imprinted in it, could not be waved, could not be erased.

Looking at that figure, Xuan Blade felt a tremor in his soul, and the mark on the center of his eyebrows was even more eerie, glowing with a faint yellow light.

Qing Jue stood up suddenly, the mark on his eyebrows also trembled, and a high dragon groan rang out, and a green dragon phantom appeared above Qing Jue.

The phantom of the green dragon flew up, hovering around the silver moon, which had been daytime before, but now it had become night.

The White Tiger Phantom tore apart the void, stepping on the turbulent flow of space, a terrifying momentum erupted from the whole body of the Peerless Forest, and the White Tiger Phantom squatted quietly beside the silver moon.

Immediately after that, there was a huge phantom, the Xuanwu phantom, the basalt phantom tore the sky apart, and the silver moon rose again.

Han Jian and the others looked at this scene in a daze, their eyes stopped on the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue, their sect master came, stepping on the purple thunder in the sky, snowflakes in the sky, and flames in the sky, coming from the endless void.

Han Jian covered his broken arm, he smiled, he knew that his efforts were not in vain.

There was a hint of crystal in the corners of Feng Ge's eyes, and the sword in his hand also shook slightly, the sect master had never let them down.

Lu Pressure tightly held the giant sword behind his back and suppressed, from now on, he not only represented the Sword God Gate to suppress everything, but also represented the Moon God.

Liuye has been laughing, his smile is still so indifferent, he always firmly believes that the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue will appear, because he can't forget the blood shadow in the sky above the Sword God Gate.

Even the depressed who had been silent all this time smiled. The general trend of the Sword God Gate condensed out of everyone, and in the wind and snow, the figures of Han Jian and the others became more and more upright, like a sharp sword.

At this moment, not only Qing Jue and the others were shocked, but also Jian Yu and the others.

Ten Thousand Feather Sword Sect, Sword Feather stood up suddenly, the pupils of his eyes contracted, staring at the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue under the silver moon, the purple thunder cheered for him, the flames danced for him, and the snowflakes danced for him. The endless power of heaven and earth merged into that figure, this feeling can only change after fully controlling the rules, Jian Yu remembered that a month ago, that person had only passed the last sword intent level, but now, he seemed to be completely in control of the rules.

Not only was Jian Yu so shocked, but also the Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion, the Sect Master of the Ancient Sword Sect, the Sect Master of the Fire Dance Sect and others, they all gasped a few times, a few months ago, that person was just a fake spirit martial realm. And now, this person actually controls the rules, at this moment, if they encounter this figure again, they don't have any confidence to defeat it, they still can't forget that sword intent, that brilliant sword.

The earth-shattering, ghost-moving sword still remained in the depths of their minds, and Jian Yu sighed slightly: "At the beginning, I couldn't understand him, but now, I can't understand it more and more!"

"It's not just that you can't understand Sword Feather, I can't understand it either, but one thing I know is that this era is not just the era of those three legends!" the Pavilion Master of the Sword Suppression Pavilion whispered.

The black mist surged, and the Holy Son's gaze was like a real sword, looking directly at the figure under the silver moon, his heart was shaken, but more of it was ecstasy.

"Very strong **, compared to him, the moon mark you are really garbage, hehe, I didn't expect his ** to be so strong, this **, I'm going to decide!" The black mist surged, and the killing intent surged in the eyes of the Holy Son.

Xuanyuan Ye's eyes flickered, his cultivation was very strong, much stronger than Jian Yu and the others, after that figure appeared, he saw a trace of divine power fluctuations.

There are also some fluctuations in the rules, and what shocked Xuanyuan Ye even more was that there were not just two rules, but many kinds, the rules of ice, the rules of thunder, the rules of fire, the rules of wind, and one more rule, the rules of killing.

In those dark eyes, Xuanyuan Ye seemed to see hell on earth.

"Five generations!" Sitting in the endless sword qi, Murong Yu sighed softly: "Very amazing growth!"

The Martial God Hall Master also looked at the void, but no one could understand the look in his eyes.

The sect masters of those first-class sects also looked at the void with fear, they were already in the martial arts realm, but their souls also felt a coercion.

"Who the hell is he?" Lin Xuan caught a glimpse of Qing Jue and the others' expressions, and there was still a look of disbelief in his eyes: "He will be the sect master of the Sword God Sect?"

"Who is he?" This kind of confusion not only existed in Lin Xuan's heart, but also in everyone's heart, and for a while, several whispers sounded, and everyone was talking about this person.

Even the old man, who was the sect judge, looked at that figure with deep meaning, and on that figure, he felt a message that made him jealous.

Bang! The purple thunder tore apart the space, and the thunder roared in unison, and under the explosion of this thunder of heaven and earth, the surroundings fell silent in vain, because those sect disciples found that an unprecedented coercion permeated their hearts, and they had a feeling of almost suffocation.

The thunder in the sky rumbled and condensed, and as the figure stepped out, the thunder in the sky merged into the figure.

In the first step, ten thousand thunderbolts gathered and integrated into Ye Chen's body, in the second step, the wind roared and merged into the center of Ye Chen's eyebrows, in the third step, the silver flame beat and merged into Ye Chen's right eye, and in the fourth step, the endless chill filled and merged into Ye Chen's left eye.

In the fifth step, the blue dragon phantom, the white tiger phantom, and the Xuanwu phantom are integrated into the silver moon, and the sixth step, the silver moon is integrated into the seal of the moon god.

With every step, the heavens and the earth shook in vain, and his steps could shake the heavens and the earth.

There was no thunder in the void, no more chill, no more wind, no more flames, only the flying snowflakes and the figure, the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue.

Dressed in white, with long hair flying behind his back, Ye Chen stepped out step by step and walked towards the platform.

Catching a glimpse of this figure getting closer and closer, the old man whispered, "Who are you?"

"Some people call me the five generations, some people call me the sect master, the sword god five generations of the moon god!"

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