Chapter 312: Four Generations of Moon Gods

Chapter 312: Four Generations of Moon Gods

The dragon walked towards the attic, and the moment he stepped in, Ye Chen's figure was obviously shocked, and an astonishing sword intent came and dissipated

The pitch-black darkness submerged Ye Chen's figure, and the light in the entire ancestral pavilion was slightly dimmed, and soft light emanated from the surrounding walls, illuminating the spacious pavilion deep and silent.

On the walls are carved lifelike green dragons, and the air of the entire ancestral pavilion is filled with a faint fragrance.

Ye Chen looked around slightly and then walked forward, and in front of the passage there was a light curtain, and behind the light curtain was a staircase leading to the top of the attic.

I vaguely remember that the previous time I stepped on the top of the attic from here, the wind true qi emerged from Ye Chen's fingertips, Ye Chen's right hand was slightly raised, looking at the light curtain with a solemn face, and at the same time, pointing to the sword, pointing a few fingers forward, the wind true qi poured into the light curtain like water, and in an instant, the light curtain emitted a dazzling light, under the light of this light, the entire attic swept away the previous dimness.

In an instant, the sound of swords in the entire Ancestral Pavilion was loud, and the figure of the old man standing outside the Ancestral Pavilion suddenly retreated a few steps back, and a lot of fierce sword qi could not help but emerge around the Ancestral Pavilion.

Withdrawing, after Ye Chen hesitated slightly, he resolutely stepped on the stairs behind the light curtain, walked up, step by step, and as he continued to move forward, the stairs behind him slowly disappeared.

However, when Ye Chen looked back, the stairs behind him had strangely disappeared, just like last time.

An extremely dazzling white light bloomed out in front of Ye Chen's eyes, and Ye Chen was shocked to find that behind that white light, his eyes were pitch black.

The body was shocked, and at this moment, Ye Chen actually smelled an extremely strong smell of blood, the cold wind roared in his ears, and the screams in the whirring wind seemed so harsh.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, and a picture of hell on earth appeared in front of his eyes.

In a mountain village, a group of extinct beasts are slaughtering inhumanely, life is no longer life in their eyes, whether it is old or young, as long as it is an animal that can walk on the landlord, without exception it has become a ghost under the butcher's knife, blood flows like a river, staining the yellowed earth, and the screams of sorrow stimulate the fierceness in the butcher's heart even more, NV people will only become the most tragic object of humiliation at this time.

The scorching sun that hung high in the void seemed so white at this moment, and the sunlight tore through the clouds, and sprinkled weakly on the corpses all over the ground.

There is not the slightest person here, those men who are obsessed with killing machines are extremely focused on those NVs, and in the screams around them, the moans of those NVs seem so painful.

Ye Chen watched quietly like an invisible person, countless brutal figures squirmed on the bodies of women and children, and the sorrowful screams of women and children were like yellow warblers crying blood.

And among the countless corpses, a thin figure stood proudly, there was no other teenager-like cry, nor the crazy actions of other middle-aged people, he was standing there so quietly, among the corpses around him were his relatives, his father, his mother, his younger brother, and his sister who was humiliated to death, the sharp nails had sunk deep into the palms of his hands, blood dripping down, and in his hands was holding a small sword that was broken in half, and his blood-red eyes were so quietly looking at those brutal figures。

The invisible body floated above the void, Ye Chen looked at the young man's gaze, and his body shook suddenly.

What kind of eyes were there, without the slightest emotion - color, anger, sadness, just endless killing intent, and resentment towards the world.

In the end, as the brutal bodies were rapidly whipping the woman, the boy swung his small sword and stabbed wildly at the beastly butcher, but the more he swung the sword, the more sword marks on his body appeared

As the sun set, the thin figure seemed so weak, in the end, the young man finally fell in a pool of blood, the blood of his relatives continued to flow down his small mouth into his throat, and his whole body was dyed red, and his dark eyes gradually became blood-red, and the corpses of his relatives continued to fall on his body, through the gaps of those corpses, he clearly saw the bodies of the beasts that were constantly wriggling on the NV people, laughing arrogantly, and taking the lives of countless people between gestures.

His eyes became so dull, he didn't cry, his originally clear eyes became extremely blood-red, and the hot blood of his relatives couldn't warm his cold heart.

He didn't know when the screams around him dissipated, but there were more and more corpses around him, and he couldn't breathe at all.

A day later, a teenager crawled out of the pile of stinking corpses, his eyes were empty without the slightest color, his numb expression revealed a terrifying killing intent, killing spread in his heart, at that moment, he seemed to be estranged from human beings, he was like a monster in the deep forest, in order to survive, gnawing on those rotten pieces of the corpses of monsters, there were human corpses, and even the corpses of relatives, in order to survive, he lost any human feelings-color, he seemed to be born for killing, killing has filled his weak heart。

From that moment on, a killer appeared on the Martial God Continent, whether the enemy was old or young, he did not let go, he slaughtered the enemy with extremely bloody means, looking at the fear in the eyes of those people, those begging for mercy, those humble eyes, he felt a trace of pleasure, as if only that killing could arouse his sinken heart.

Those who had slaughtered the village, he himself had come back, he had drunk their blood, he had slaughtered the whole city, without the slightest mercy.

Countless white bones and a sea of blood gradually made his killing intent continue to condense, until one day, killing has become the instinct of the body, wherever he goes, no one dares to stay for half a moment within a radius of several miles, even those unmanned monsters do not dare, he gradually degenerates into a beast that only kills, where he passes, blood flows like a river, and there is no life within a thousand miles.

Those beautiful pictures in the depths of his memory gradually disappeared into the torrent of time with the killing, and in the end, he gradually forgot that he was a person!

However, when the whole world treats him as a beast, only one NV still sees him as a human, only by staying by her side, his sinking heart can be calm, by her side, he learns to smirk, that NV is called Yueqin Yun, her melodious sound of the piano soothes his dirty heart, and he can't see the slightest disgust in those clear eyes.

That year, he forgot about killing, he was like a child, laughing happily, chattering in front of that NV, even though the NV looked extremely ugly.

He followed that NV son to a faction called the Sword God, he became the Lord of a Peak, the Lord of the Broken Sword Peak, but then everything changed, a gorgeous yīn conspiracy took away Yue Qinyun's clear eyes, her body gradually thinned, and the vitality continued to pass, even if he cultivated to terror, he couldn't stop it.

At that moment, he ran all over the entire Sword God Continent, just because that NV wanted to remember this continent in his lifetime.

That year, kowtowing was slowly long, not for an audience, but for the doctor to save the life of his beloved.

In that life, he looked up to the sky and howled, not to cultivate the next life, but to spend a few days with those many places.

The most painful thing in life is not that you stand in front of me and don't know that I love you, but the distance between life and death!

When he watched the dearest person step by step towards the end of his life in front of him, he went crazy, those beautiful times gradually dissipated with the departure of Yueqin Yun, and the smirk that had once dissipated, he didn't know what laughter was, when Yueqin Dance died, he left tears for the first time in his life, and it was also the last time he cried, this time, he cried for seven days and seven nights, until his heart was no longer sad.

Seven days and seven nights later, he had white hair all night, white hair like snow, white clothes like frost, and remembered the beautiful woman who had passed away!

Above the void, Ye Chen's face was complicated, and he immediately sighed lightly, and all kinds of sorrow were exhausted in this sigh, and as Ye Chen's sigh fell, the picture in front of him also changed.

The twilight dissipated, replaced by a vast white field of snow and a vast field of ice.

On the top of the ice field, a figure stood proudly, white hair like snow, white clothes like frost, Ye Chen knew that the figure belonged to him.

In front of him were four Y-Peis floating with white light, seeing this, Ye Chen's body suddenly shook, because he saw two words on two of them: Broken, sword!

That Y-Pei, Ye Chen was extremely familiar, because the Y-Pei in his hand was one of them.

The figure looked indifferently at the 10,000-zhang ice field below, raised his right hand slightly, and the entire ice field was shattered, and several zhang giant swords emerged from the 10,000-zhang ice field, and four amazing sword intent emerged from the y-pei, and finally submerged into the 10,000-zhang giant sword, and finally four zhang long characters emerged on the giant sword: the moon sword is unbroken!

"Buried in the sword ground, the vitality still exists!" A high-pitched voice floated out from that figure, and the figure suddenly turned around and looked at Ye Chen.

At that moment, Ye Chen's figure shook suddenly, that figure he had seen, not only just now, but also in the Sword Tomb, it was the mysterious person.

"God Pei gathers, the sword tomb is here, ten thousand years begin with the sword!" The flat voice still floated in Ye Chen's ears, the ten thousand zhang giant sword, the ten thousand zhang ice field, the figure, and the four Y-Pei also dissipated.

Countless pictures receded from Ye Chen's eyes like water, and Ye Chen's eyes returned to pitch black again, and the silence of the family was terrifying.

After a few breaths, the light slowly appeared in Ye Chen's eyes, and at the same time, the lonely voice of the fire qilin also sounded in Ye Chen's ears: "Alas, the fourth generation of that kid!"