Ye Chen walked in the wind, and he was also lost in the wind.

The phantom of Fengzong Island gradually faded away behind Ye Chen, and Ye Chen walked forward step by step like an ascetic.

The cold wind swept up the snow, and as soon as Ye Chen's front feet were raised, his footprints were erased by snowflakes.

In the vast white world, Ye Chen's figure seemed so lonely, and before, Ye Chen's mood like stagnant water had a trace of waves.

Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the west with a little doubt, and then closed his eyes again and walked forward.

"The Mark of the Moon God is a kind of inheritance, the inheritance of the will of the Moon God, and it is also the will of the sword!"

"The only one who can touch the mark of the moon god is the moon god, if you forcibly use the will in the mark of the moon god, then the soul will definitely be hit hard!"

"A little bit of aftermath is enough to bounce my soul open, and if it explodes completely, it will be enough to destroy my soul!"

"The only way to arouse the resonance of the will of the moon god is the will!" Ye Chen muttered to himself, as if to say to this wind, this snow.

"Martial will, sword intent condensation, palm rules, and supernatural powers! The only of the three, among which sword intent is the fundamental!" Ye Chen's right hand was raised, and a sword intent permeated his fingertips.

Ye Chen's right hand gently leaned forward, grabbed it at will, and the sword intent condensed out, and the invisible void was torn apart by Ye Chen in vain.

"Once, I felt the first generation of sword intent, the second generation of sword intent, the third generation of sword intent, and the four major sword intent!"

"And this feeling has been integrated into my sword intent, but my sword intent still can't resonate with the will of the moon god!"

"In other words, my perceptions are just appearances, and they still haven't touched the essence of those sword intents!"

"There are thousands of artistic conceptions, artistic conceptions are the reflection of a person's life, who can read another person's life!" The snow had already dyed Ye Chen's long hair white, and Ye Chen was like this, muttering to himself as he walked.

Like a madman, in Ye Chen's incomparably clear eyes, there was a look of confusion.

"The way of artistic conception, such as people drinking water, cold and warm self-knowledge, difficult outsiders!" Ye Chen whispered: "There are some things that you will only understand when you experience them!"

A fluctuation similar to the sword intent of the fourth generation spread on Ye Chen's body, taking out the Moon God Peiyu, Ye Chen quietly looked at the four generations of Moon God Peiyu.

"So far, who can say that he understands the demeanor of the four generations of sword intent, and the magnificence of ten thousand swords!"

"And who has the persistence of understanding the sword intent of the three generations, and the demeanor of the flying sword in a hundred steps!" Peiyu, the three generations of the moon god, emerged in Ye Chen's hand.

"And have I understood the domineering of the second-generation sword intent, and poured out the sword of the world!" The void twisted away, and the second-generation moon god Peiyu was held in Ye Chen's hand.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect, one sword turns into ten thousand swords, who knows!" Four pieces of moon god peiyu appeared, and four completely different sword intents permeated Ye Chen's heart.

"Only if you go through it, then you will understand!" Ye Chen put away the moon god Peiyu and walked forward without any purpose, his eyes closed again.

The sword finger was raised, and its terrifying sword intent condensed out at the fingertips, Ye Chen lightly pointed forward, and fell four times in succession, and four sword intent phantoms appeared all around, surrounding Ye Chen.

The fluctuations that permeated the phantom of these four sword intents were similar to the sword intents of the moon gods of the past dynasties.

"I remember that when the sword was first opened, the four lords of Luoxia Peak had activated the sword array, and the sword array was used to construct an illusion, an illusion based on the heart!"

"It can be said that it is a dream, then today I will dream again, with the sword intent of several generations of moon gods!" Ye Chen whispered, his voice gradually dissipating in the wind.

The four sword intent phantoms melted into the void in vain, and Ye Chen stood in the wind and snow like this, no longer moving, and the aura of his whole body gradually completely merged into this wind and snow.

"With its construction illusion, it is better to weave dreams yourself, about the dreams of generations of moon gods!" Looking at the fluctuations around him, the fire qilin whispered.

"But if you can't distinguish yourself, then you will sink into your own dreams forever!" A red light appeared on the unicorn ring, and the form of the fire unicorn appeared in the void.

Turning into a human form, the fire qilin looked at Ye Chen with a solemn face, and pointed out with his sword, the void within a radius of several miles seemed to be imprisoned, this place was already a forbidden place, and no one could step into it.

The sun in the south fell softly on the earth, but at this moment, the heavens and the earth became extremely hazy, and a young man lay weakly in a pool of blood, and his body was full of countless corpses, and the corpses were still dripping with hot blood.

Blood flowed into the boy's mouth, a little bitter, and the boy opened his eyes with difficulty, and the faint sunlight fell into those clear eyes.

Through the cracks between the corpses, he saw hell on earth, and the bloody images of nowhere poured towards the boy like a tidal wave, showing a group of extinct beasts carrying out a brutal slaughter.

The clear eyes gradually turned bloody, and the young man's face was extremely hideous, and those who were being slaughtered were his relatives.

Women can only become the object of humiliation at this time, and the screams, screams, and wild laughter form a symphony.

The teeth dug into his lips, and the boy got up, holding the half-truncated sword in his hand, and in the young man's blood-red eyes, there was the slightest feeling, anger, sadness, and just endless killing intent, and resentment towards the world.

The resentment made the sky even more gloomy, and the boy held the half-truncated sword and plunged it into the wriggling body.

The butchers who were enjoying the pleasure of ** looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief, and finally laughed, and after just a few palms, the young man's body fell into a pool of blood like a kite with a broken string.

After the butchers had enjoyed the women and children, they did not hesitate to kill all the humiliated women, and this scene also fell into the eyes of the young man.

The young man was crushed by the corpse, his eyes were hollow, without the slightest color, and his numb expression revealed a terrifying killing intent.

Gradually, there was darkness in the distance, and in that darkness, a dark cloud slowly coalesced, and a thunderous roar echoed from afar, and the majestic rain fell, and the boy crawled out of the pile of corpses.

At that moment, the young man no longer had any sense of color, like a monster, he was young, in order to survive, he gnawed on the flesh of his relatives and the flesh of the monster.

He existed only to kill, senseless killing, and he picked up the broken sword on the ground, and wherever he walked, blood flowed like a sea.

He hated human beings, and in his eyes, all human beings deserved to die! He slaughtered villages, slaughtered cities, and everywhere he went, there was no grass.

Countless white bones and a sea of blood gradually condensed his killing intent, until one day, even the flying snow above his head did not dare to fall, and wherever he passed, the dead air was filled, and the grass withered instantly.

When the child looked at him with innocent eyes, he waved the sword in his hand mercilessly.

When the old man blocked him with his old body, he didn't hesitate, his sword rose, and blood flew.

When a young woman used her body to block the sword just to cover the baby in her arms, he put away the sword and then drew it without hesitation.

The whole world regarded him as a killing monster, and he gradually regarded himself as a monster who only knew how to kill, because killing became his instinct.

He sank into the world of killing, he forgot about himself, he didn't have any human emotions, he relied on the sword in his hand that was half broken.

He likes to walk in the rain, walk in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and finally get lost in the small bridge and flowing water.

The breeze is like a flocculent, the willows are like rain, and in the afternoon in the south of the Yangtze River, the sky is drizzling. Outside the long pavilion, on the side of the ancient road, a willow tree fluttered in the wind, and the sound of the piano wafted out in the long pavilion.

He held his sword, and his whole body still had a terrifying murderous aura, and he walked out of the wind, but when he walked on the ancient road, he stopped.

Raising his head, he looked at the long pavilion, there was a beautiful shadow in the long pavilion, a group of green, green silk fell like flowing water, a girl was in a daze stroking the qin, I don't know this visitor.

He walked along the ancient road, and his face in the season was like the blossoming and falling of a lotus.

It's just that the east wind doesn't come, the catkins in March don't fly, and his footsteps are just a beautiful mistake.

The sound of the piano is beautiful, but he is not a returnee, he is a passerby, he passed by with a sword, and disappeared in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

But just as he was about to disperse in the smoke and rain, the woman got up and said angrily: "Why are you like this, you make such a loud noise when you walk, and you disturb the sound of my piano!"

Hearing this, he stopped his figure and turned around, he still had an earth-shattering killing intent on his body, and his eyes looked at the woman with a slightly blank look.

It was that year, the catkins of March were flying, and he stopped, afraid that his footsteps would interrupt the peace of this world, and he was like the fluttering catkins, very helpless and confused.

And the woman was standing on the long pavilion, also looking at the man on the ancient road with a slight blankness, and an inexplicable sadness filled her heart.

This was originally a peerless face, but the dark red birthmark on that face ruined her beauty, and even looked a little hideous.

The two looked at each other like this, without saying a word, and she saw a blank look in his eyes, without a trace of disgust, and he saw pity in her eyes, without a trace of disgust.

Her senior brother, her master, and her relatives were disgusted with her because of her appearance, and this was the first time she had not seen disgust in the eyes of others.

He killed countless people, countless living beings, and his killing intent was all over the sky, so the world feared him, and the world hated him, and this was the first time he did not see disgust in the eyes of others.

"He shouldn't belong there, but here!" the woman smiled gracefully, just laughing and pulling at the birthmark, which seemed a little hideous to others, but to him it was an inexplicable peace.

"You've disturbed the sound of my piano, and you're going to stay here and listen to my piano in the future, you know?" said the woman in a threatening tone.

He didn't go anything, just walked under the catkins, stood there quietly, and the woman didn't say anything, but also sat down again, and stroked the piano in her hand.

The melodious sound of her piano soothed his filthy mind, and he could not see the slightest disgust in those clear eyes.

Time is like the drifting drizzle, never stayed, no matter the wind and rain, in front of the ancient road, there is always a figure, in the long pavilion, there is always a shadow.

When the sound of the piano was moving, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, which the woman said was a smirk.

"My name is Yueqin Yun, what about you?" the woman asked.

"I don't have a name, and I don't know a name!" he looked at the woman a little blankly.

"Hehe, then you will have my surname, and you will be called the Moon God in the future!" the corners of the woman's mouth raised, and the southern sun fell into his bright eyes.