The Sword Cultivator Forced to Transfer

Hall of Sages.

Ye Wushen entered the Hall of Sages and was randomly teleported.

First of all, he was transported to a desolate place where the sky was full of yellow sand, the setting sun was like blood, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere, and an ancient battlefield with broken guns.

The hot wind blowing head-on carried a pungent smell of blood.

The wind is carrying rough yellow sand, blowing on the face, sharp pain.

Ye Wushen's eyes swept across this desolate and silent battlefield, where there was no sound, no life, and even more hopeless, a sense of grief welled up spontaneously.

The eyes are astringent.

And the next second-

On the ground, the yellow sand rolls up.

It turned into a sandstorm all over the sky, sweeping towards him.

Nowhere to run, no escape.

Ye Wuchen was sucked into the yellow sand and crossed the turbulent torrent. Scenes unfolded in front of him like a scroll.

The ancient battlefield came alive in front of him.

The two armies fought.

The beating of war drums is deafening.

Millions of heroes occupy both sides.

The battle flag is flying high, bright and glaring.

Accompanied by the general's voice, "Kill—"

The horn sounded.

"Ugh-"

The long horn sounded like a tiger howling and whimpering.

"Come on—"

The war drums became more and more passionate, "Boom, boom, boom—"

One sound.

Like thunder, like roaring.

Sharp, incessant—the clash of weapons.

It was the sound of guns and knives, hitting, piercing, slashing and slashing muscles and bones.

It was the cry of soldiers.

It is the cry of life.

Is it unwillingness, or a cry of joy?

Ye Wuchen was swallowed by the yellow sand storm, standing in the center of the storm, watching this scene, the expression on his face disappeared.

Heavy eyes.

war……

Soldier……

bleed……

And death.

After a long, long, long time.

Time seemed to stand still.

After an unknown period of time, it turned again.

Ye Wushen's eyes moved, and he looked at the scene in front of him. He was in the center of the storm, and the yellow sand around him turned into thousands of swords and knives.

If you are not careful, you can unleash thousands of swords and thousands of knives at the same time.

Pierce him all over and cut him into pieces.

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, his red eyes were firm and resolute.

Without hesitation.

Never waver.

Ye Wuchen clenched the sword in his hand, raised his hand, and swung his sword——

Go forward, chop hard!

In an instant.

The storm stopped.

The scenes of that scene were like a mirror surface, which was split into countless pieces with a click.

And these lenses floating in the sky turned into long swords, sharp knives, sword tips, blades, all... aimed at Ye Wuchen.

Pointed at by thousands of swords.

It was targeted by the roaring and rolling murderous hatred all over the sky.

Ye Wuchen pursed his lips tightly and clenched his teeth.

His eyes were piercing red, as if bright red tears were about to flow out in the next second.

He took out his fuxiqin and sat quietly in the storm.

Qin lay across his knees.

Caressing the surface of the piano with both hands, twirling with fingertips, "Zheng——"

There was a piano movement.

A melancholy, mournful, painful, extremely mournful tune flowed out from his fingertips.

Sprinkled in the center of this storm, in the formation of thousands of swords.

The sound of the piano is sad, mourning, and reminiscing.

Soothe the spirits of the dead.

Dang, the mountains and rivers are uneven.

Flat, soul resentment.

Ann, long rest for the deceased.

In other words, my heart regrets, hates, hurts...

-

The song is over.

Thousands of swords are retreated, and thousands of swords are gone.

Killing intent, hatred...

Fade instantly.

Clean, without leaving a trace.

As if it didn't exist.

Ye Wuchen's fingertips stopped, and the sound of the piano disappeared.

A simple and heavy stone room appeared in front of Ye Wuchen.

now.

With his legs crossed, Fuxiqin was placed on his knees, and he sat on the floor of the stone room.

until now.

Ye Wuchen hadn't recovered from the scene just now, his face was expressionless, his eyes were red, with some wet marks, he sat there quietly, motionless.

For a long time, for a long time, it seemed that he was about to turn into a statue.

Only then did his eyes gradually come back to his senses.

"Just now……"

Ye Wushen spoke, but his voice could startle anyone who heard it, and it was so hoarse that people couldn't hear his original tone.

"Did you see that?"

He asked Fuxi in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

After a long time.

"Ah."

Fuxi's voice also answered with a heavy voice.

"...So, it's not my hallucination?"

"Am I not mistaken?" Ye Wu said hoarsely, "The one who blew himself up and died with the sword and those people...is Ye Guanghan?"

After a long time.

"……Um."

Fu Xi responded.

The air was suddenly quiet and stagnant.

Quiet, depressing, frightening.

As if something spread silently——

finally.

It was still Feng San who couldn't stand the suffocating oppression and heaviness, and said, "The one just now might just be an illusion."

"Things that haven't happened yet..."

"There's no need to be so sincerely...grieving." Feng San said with great effort, "Even if you want to be sad, wait...ah no, I mean, if you have the time to immerse yourself in unwarranted grief, Why don't you think about how to get rid of him before things happen."

"For example, those who forced Ye Guanghan to blew himself up." Feng San reminded Ye Wuchen, and said, "Do you know who they are?"

Hearing the words, Ye Wu couldn't care less about being sad, the faces of the group of people he saw in the picture just now appeared in his mind, then he frowned and said, "I've never seen it before."

"Strange..." he said, "Those people, those troops, I've never seen them before."

"This is impossible."

"It is impossible for the world of comprehension to have such a large number of unseen monks appear out of thin air, and for peace to have such an extra million army for no reason."

"This is impossible!"

Ye Wushen said decisively, "If they exist, it is impossible that there are no signs at all."

"So, this may be a false illusion, don't scare yourself, think too much." Feng San concluded.

"..." Ye Wu Shen.

Hearing this, he frowned.

No.

Ye Wu retorted with a deep heart, it's not an illusion, it's not a fake.

those things...

real.

When Ye Guanghan blew himself up, the pain and regret that swept through his whole body instantly seemed to be able to defeat people, the pain and regret of being defeated...

It was so unforgettable, as if through the screen of time, he could be defeated again.

"This is definitely not a simple illusion!"

Ye Wushen concluded, "It can't be ignored as an illusion."

"Then what do you want?"

Fu Xi, who had been silent since just now, suddenly asked him.

"Get out of here first."

Ye Wushen said, his brows were tightly frowned, his face was heavy, "Go out, I will investigate those people who appeared in the illusion."

"As long as it is a living person, there are always clues."

Seeing Ye Wuchen cheering up, as if he had woken up from the blow just now, Feng San said with a relieved expression, "That's right."

"If things don't happen, people will be defeated first."

-

After settling his mind, Ye Wuchen raised his head and looked around.

result--

When he looked up, he was almost scared out of his wits.

I saw, in front of him.

A huge life-sized stone statue smiled at him kindly.

"!!!!" Ye Wu sank.

Omg!

I am so surprised.

Ye Wushen turned his gaze again, and found that this stone room is actually a huge temple, in which the Three Emperors are enshrined, and on both sides are countless statues of sages and gods.

It turned out that it was directly sent to the temple of the ancestors.

Realizing this, Ye Wuchen's mood suddenly became a little delicate. After going through the bad things that couldn't be worse just now, he suddenly found that he was favored by the goddess of luck for a while, and couldn't help thinking, is this... ...some kind of omen, like a good thing before a bad thing, or maybe it's fate's compensation or something.

All in all, it was terrible.

Even for good things, right now Ye Wuchen can't help but think about them in a bad way.

"Go and kowtow."

Ye Wu sank into the sea, and the Emperor's voice sounded.

"You have received the grace of the emperor to shape your soul and body, and you have been nurtured by Ye Guanghan for many years. You have the same origin and friendship with the human race. When you meet your ancestors and sages, you should pay homage."

Ye Wu was stunned when he heard the words.

He stepped forward, kowtowed three times to the statue of the Three Emperors above his head.

Then he turned around and kowtowed to the statues of sages on both sides.

After he finished these actions.

Suddenly—

Centered on the statues of the three emperors and sages in the temple.

One, two, three...

Countless beams of light burst out from the statues and hit Ye Wuchen straight.

All the light poured into Ye Wuchen's body.

moment.

Ye Wu sank and became a huge cocoon of light.

That light is bright.

The entire Temple of the Sages, which has been silent since ancient times, shines with incomparable brilliance.

This light—

Even, spread to the whole world.

Outside the Hall of Sages.

The emperors waiting outside the palace, the kings of the people, the families of the sages and descendants——

They stopped talking one after another, and at the same time, Qi Qi raised his head.

He looked towards the Hall of Sages in front of him.

That ancient temple of the sages that has been silent since ancient times.

again.

Exudes an incomparable brilliance.

This is the apparition from the sages and ancestors.

Proclaim, foretell, future generations.

convey a message.