That kind of look seems to have seen all the vicissitudes of the world.

An inexplicable sadness still hovered in Ye Chen's gaze, and this inexplicable sadness infected the flying snow around him.

Ye Chen closed his eyes again, and the dream he had experienced before swept in like a tide, hovering in his heart.

"Alas!" Ye Chen sighed slightly, to this day, he still remembers the killing intent that he hated the world to the extreme.

"Because of injustice, so resentful!" That kind of hatred is enough to destroy everything, Ye Chen quietly savored it, savoring the warmth and tranquility when he met Yueqin Yun.

Taste the heartbreak when you lose the rhyme of the moon, and taste the loneliness of hundreds of years.

"This is the fourth generation! This is also his life, his artistic conception, and his sword intent!" Ye Chen whispered, looking at his hands a little blankly.

"My right hand has slaughtered countless living beings in the world, my right hand represents death, killing was originally a sin, and my right hand is a sin!" Endless death qi bubbled out of Ye Chen's right hand in vain, wrapping around his fingertips.

"And my left hand is salvation, representing new life!" Ye Chen raised his left hand, and endless vitality permeated his left hand.

"The right hand represents death, and the left hand represents new life! Death and new birth are originally a cycle, death is the beginning of new life, and new life is also the beginning of death!" Ye Chen raised his hands lightly and put them together.

The black qi representing death and the white qi representing new life blended with each other, and their spatial fluctuations spread out one after another.

"The cycle of life and death!" the fire qilin whispered, his eyes showing a solemn look.

Looking at this figure in front of him, the fire qilin had a feeling of trance, and in Ye Chen's body, he seemed to see the shadows of the four generations.

The fire qilin still remembers that scene, a young man with white hair as snow, stepping on the black and white breath, holding the new life with his left hand, and death with his right hand, controlling reincarnation.

"He's right, I lost four generations of supernatural powers before!" Two completely different fluctuations permeated Ye Chen's body, and black and white qi gushed out of Ye Chen's pitch-black eyes again, and black and white qi swirled around the pupils of his eyes.

"Life and death are eternal!" Ye Chen whispered, and in an instant, the whole world was silent in vain, the snow, the wind, the time is eternal, and the space is eternal.

Only the fluctuations of life and death permeate this world, and in an instant, this strange change dissipates.

"The left hand holds the new life, and the right hand holds the death!" Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the endless void with a little contemplation in his eyes.

The grass seeds of the weeds fluttered in the wind, Ye Chen's left hand gently brushed it, and in an instant, on this ice layer, endless cyan spread.

"This is new life!" The weeds grew wildly, drowning Ye Chen's feet.

Ye Chen's right hand was raised again, and with a gentle brush, the endless dead qi spread, and the grass all over the field immediately withered, and was finally covered by flying snow.

"This is death, one year old and one withered!" Ye Chen's hands hung down gently, and the qi of life and death dissipated.

And at this moment, a terrifying will spread out at the center of Ye Chen's eyebrows, spreading around.

The ice couldn't withstand this terrifying will and immediately shattered, even the void shattered, and endless turbulence churned in the dark spatial rift.

"Moon God Will, Four Generations Will!" Ye Chen whispered: "Although it is only a remnant of the Four Generations Will, however, compared to the Martial Dao Will of an ordinary Martial Dao Realm martial artist, this will is still extremely terrifying!"

Under this will, the fire qilin body fell in vain in the void.

"Four generations of will!" Fire Qilin's face was slightly solemn, "I can actually use four generations of will!"

"If you ask for the Buddha, you will be taken by the Buddha and the demon! If you ask for the moon god, you will be immersed in a dream, illusory, and the moon god is the moon god after all!"

Ye Chen opened his eyes, this terrifying will converged in Ye Chen's eyebrows like a tide, Ye Chen chuckled: "So it resonated, that sense of rejection disappeared!"

"However, the four will of the moon god can only be used now, and only the will of the four generations can be used!" Ye Chen whispered.

Among the several generations of moon gods, Ye Chen had the most profound understanding of the sword intent of the four generations, which was why Ye Chen was able to arrange the dream realm in one fell swoop.

"If you meet him at this moment, then at least you have the power to fight back!" Ye Chen whispered.

That finger three days ago was a humiliating finger, at least Ye Chen wouldn't forget that finger.

"How many days has it been?" Ye Chen got up, the snowflakes all over his body fell, and his long ink-like hair fluttered in the wind again.

"It's been three days, and today is the day of the third day of Zongbi!" As Ye Chen retracted his breath, the feeling of palpitations in the Fire Qilin's heart also dissipated.

"On the third day, Zongbi!" Ye Chen whispered, got up, and walked towards the endless wind and snow, "Then it's time to go back!"

The body of the fire unicorn turned into an extremely strange vermilion bird fire, and it was submerged in the unicorn ring.

The dawn broke, and its rays of light broke through the thick clouds, sprinkled out, and fell on the white and vast world.

The ice is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the drifting clouds, and the morning sun slowly rises, also dyeing the sky red.

Dozens of ice sculptures stood on the ice, and when the dawn fell on the ice sculptures, cracks spread one after another, and finally the ice shattered.

Raising their heads, Qing was desperate at the end of the distance, and did not speak, they were waiting for a man's return.

Thousands of sword lights have risen above the ice, and on Fengzong Island, the sword lights are flying and colorful.

Tens of thousands of sword groans resounded on Fengzong Island, and at this moment, the snow was all over the sky, and on the third day, Zongbi officially began after the sound of tens of thousands of sword moans.

Turning around, Qing Jue whispered, "The third day Zongbi has begun!"

"The five generations said that they would come back!" "Je Lin's gaze still fell on the far end, "So, he will definitely come back!"

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, at least, the snowflakes flying in the sky have obscured the sight of Qing Jue and the others.

Zongbi would never delay because he was missing anyone, and after the old man's cold shout sounded, a terrifying aura emerged in the sky.

Compared with the disciples of the third-rate sect, for a while, its terrifying sword intent filled the sky.

Han Jian raised his head, looked at Fengzong Island in the void, and continued to close his eyes, waiting for the return of faith.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, until the twilight of the sunset falls on the ice, and the third day ends again.

The sword light flew on Fengzong Island again, and the disciples of the non-entering sect who watched the battle were all full of amazement, discussing today's competition.

Obviously, today's fight between the disciples of the third-rate sect has made them gain a lot, and it is worth the trip.

The sword light flew, but at this moment, their voices stopped abruptly, and they stood in the void, as if sensing something, and raised their heads to look at the distant end.

Qing Jue and the others, who had their eyes tightly closed, also raised their heads, with a bit of surprise in their eyes, looking at the distant end.

At the end, the snowflakes flew, and the afterglow of the twilight dyed the snowflakes golden, and a slightly thin figure walked out in the twilight twilight.

His steps were not heavy, but powerful, and with each step, the earth seemed to be unable to bear his steps, and trembled slightly.

The long hair behind him swayed in the wind, tugging at the snowflakes that fluttered around him, and the snowflakes fluttered around his figure.

The figure of this white-clothed snow, the twilight dusk, and the flying snowflakes form a natural picture.

The voices of the crowd stopped abruptly, fearing that their voices would break the peaceful scene.

"Five generations!" Qingjie whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Ye Chen raised his head and also looked at several figures in the distance, a long-lost smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Ye Chen's pace was still extremely slow, but after only a few steps, Ye Chen stood in front of Han Jian and the others, raised his head, and Ye Chen looked at the figure in the sky.

In an instant, those disciples of the Sect who did not enter the stream did not dare to look directly at Ye Chen's gaze and fell towards the ice below.

"Is the third day Zongbi over?" Ye Chen whispered, there was a little more vicissitudes in his voice, which was a vicissitudes that Qing Jue and the others couldn't understand.

"It's over!" Han Jian said in a deep voice. Suddenly, a loud cold shout resounded in the sky: "The second-rate sect Divine Sword Villa does not exist to challenge the sect masters of the various second-rate sects!"

This sound was like a thunderbolt in the sky, and in an instant, the entire Fengzong Island boiled again.

Countless sword lights shot up, surging towards Fengzong Island. This cold shout still floated in the sky, and there was a terrifying coercion in this sound.

"Martial Dao Realm!" Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the sky with a slightly solemn expression.

"The Martial Dao Realm is coercive, and someone in the second-rate sect has broken through the Martial Dao Realm!" Qing Jue whispered.

The martial arts realm martial artist is enough to sweep the second-rate sect master, after all, the spirit martial realm only masters the rules and supernatural powers, while the martial arts realm masters the martial arts will.

For a time, countless sword lights gathered on Fengzong Island. On Fengzong Island, the disciples of its major sects fell on their respective sect ranks.

Even the disciples of the three major halls rarely returned to the platform, after all, this was the rule of Zongbi.

The owner of the Divine Sword Mountain Villa did not hold a sword, standing on the huge platform, looking at the sky indifferently.

A sword, a figure, and a cold cold wind appeared on the platform in vain, and the long hair fluttering behind him flew, and the sword qi spread out from the long sword.

As the old man of the sect, he reappeared, and even the three hall masters and the three legends also appeared on the sect level.

"The Divine Sword Villa doesn't exist, members of the Holy Son Party!" the crown prince half-squinted and raised his head, "Dealing with the five generations so openly, that guy from the Holy Son has also done it!"

After speaking, the prince glanced at the expressions of the three hall masters, and it was obvious that the expressions of the three hall masters were quite unkind.

"What is the difference between your strength three days ago and three days later?" the Holy Son chuckled, and the black mist surged, and its cold aura spread......