Fantasy: The opening saint Laozu

Ye Chen ignored Ye Su and returned to the Purple Void Sect camp.

“The Purple Void Saint Son really lives up to his name! Come and ask for a fight! ”

A sad voice sounded, and I saw a beast-skin boy slowly stepping into the ring, and the animal-skinned boy’s eyes were full of vicissitudes and stunned.

As he stepped into the ring, a sad depression instantly enveloped the four directions, and this sadness seemed to be able to affect the surrounding heaven and earth.

“Dare to ask the name of brother?”

Ye Chen bowed to the beast-skin boy, this sad young man was a strong man, and his cultivation was actually in the early stage of divine power.

“The Purple Void Holy Son is courteous, and he is despicable in the mountains – the sea of bitterness.”

The young man slowly spoke to Ye Chen, and the sad aura on his body became even stronger.

“Sorrow… Can you also cultivate into laws? Brother Dao is unique. ”

Ye Chen looked at the beast-skin boy with some curiosity, and the beast-skin boy just showed a wry smile and said abruptly

“If I could, I would rather not practice in this life than understand this law of sorrow.” A word of hurt, carved into the heart, bitter into the bone marrow, the price paid by stepping into the magic power is the pain is unforgettable! ”

“Whether it’s pain or cultivation… My generation of cultivators is against the sky! Ask the avenue, life and death and not afraid? Why be afraid of grief!? ”

Ye Chen laughed, his body was full of sword qi, and the sad atmosphere around him collapsed, turning into endless killing! After a few words, he almost caught the way of this beast-skin boy.

“A lifetime of hardship to enter the divine power, a hundred years ago, in the next book worry-free, but one experience after another, the heart is dead! The Bodhi tree looked pessimistic, once esophaged, obtained a sword spectrum, self-enlightened avenue, and now stepped into the realm of divine power! If the sword of the Dao brother can break the law of sorrow in the lower part, he is willing to be the slave of the Dao brother below! ”

With sincerity in his eyes, the beast-skin boy bent down and bowed respectfully to Ye Chen.

“My sword, break your sorrow?”

Ye Chen looked at the beast-skin boy in front of him, was he sad? Who has no hatred in the life of a person? Who is unharmed? I thought that he had no quarrel with people in the Ye family, but he was persecuted and fled by the clansmen, killing his father and mother! Is this hatred deep? Isn’t such an encounter sad!?

No…… Hate hides and heart, the eyes are calm, since you can hold a sword in your hand, turn into a firm Dao heart, and cut through the void!

In an instant, Ye Chen’s state of mind was cheerful, obsession and magic barriers were resolved, and his eyes were filled with endless detachment.

Lin Feng, who was cultivating with his eyes closed in the distance, suddenly opened his eyes.

“Ye Chen’s heart was cut off by the magic barrier, this is an accident.”

He said to himself lightly, then closed his eyes again and began to comprehend the way of the sword! He has already begun to touch the realm of the Dao, and if he merges the Dao, he can suppress the emperor of the world!

“Please brother Dao out of the sword!”

The voice of the beast-skin boy sounded again, and the Thunder Emperor Sword in Ye Chen’s hand slowly emerged, and the powerful aura of the Emperor Treasure instantly emanated! The terrifying fluctuations made countless weak cultivators feel that it was difficult to breathe.

“Chaos gives birth to all things, just like thunder! Just like the attitude of all things on earth! My sword, not stained with red dust, cut out from chaos, can destroy the vicissitudes of nothingness! – Sword come! ”

With the sword intent soaring into the sky, the sea of clouds rolled, and the four heavens and the earth, whistling and whispering!

This sword, like a shooting star in the long night of eternity, is dazzling! It’s like a spark blooming in chaos! Bright and grand!

The sword qi spans 30,000 li, and one sword frosts fourteen states.

Thundered!!!

The laws converged, ten thousand thunder roared from the chaos, and a giant sword fell from it! Irresistible, like a sword of an immortal.

“Sadness against the current, like the long river of February, cold and desperate! Under this sword, the name: swan song is very sad! ”

The eyes of the beast-skin boy were full of sadness and despair, and a depression was brewing in the surrounding heavens and earth.

This sword does not have any grandeur, let alone any sword qi like a rainbow, and some are unstoppable vicissitudes and desolation. Like a lament at a funeral, depressed and powerless.

The collision of the two forces erupted with a huge amount of energy.

Thundered!!!

Yellow sand is flying!

“How can a person live in the world without injury? Correct…… My generation is a monk! Cut down the vicissitudes, dare to compete with heaven and earth, and compete with all kinds of luck! ”

“Ru uses this to understand the law of the Dao, stupid!”

“My sword, from chaos, only… Fearless! ”

Ye Chen’s voice resounded through the sky, and his figure was dazzling and brilliant! Like stars in the sky, they will never be extinguished!

The mighty sword qi is indomitable and supremely domineering. Destroying the decay instantly shattered the sword intent of the beast-skin boy.

“What a terrifying power! Crushed the law! The Purple Void Saint Son actually broke this law with a sword! ”

“The Purple Void Sect is as strong as a cloud, and there are many demons, in this world, I am afraid that no one can stop its rise!”

Countless cultivators exclaimed.

As the sword qi in the sky receded, the beast-skinned boy half-knelt on the ground, his eyes showing incomparable confusion, and he muttered

“Lord Son.”

“Get up, don’t kneel me! I won’t take you into slavery either. ”

Ye Chen said lightly.

“Am I wrong?”

The beast-skinned boy looked at Ye Chen, as if longing for an answer.

Ye Chen shook his head

“Your way, go off track.”

“Biased?”

The animal skin boy gushed out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person collapsed on the ground.

Lin Feng had stopped his enlightenment at this time and quietly looked at the ring.

“The heart of the monk, sad but not broken, angry and reasonable, and sticking to the heart, is so precious.”

Ye Chen said lightly, and then turned around and left the ring, leaving only the beast-skin boy sitting alone in the ring.