Chapter 1124 Time Is Like a Knife that Cuts Down the Martial Saint! (Fourth Update)

He still underestimated the power of the Martial Saint, especially the desperate blow from the Saint whose cultivation system was stronger than that of the Earth by burning the Saint's Dharma!

Seeing that his attack was successful, the eyes of the ancestor of Lingxu flashed with deep resentment!

However, before he could be happy, he saw Ye Chen looking at him fiercely, taking a step forward again, and struck out with the third sword!

"Impossible, this is simply impossible, how can you withstand this blow from me!!!"

The ancestor of Lingxu roared again and again, and then said with great hatred: "Even if you die, I will drag you to hell with me!!!"

"Ahhhhh!"

"I will burn my thousand years of life with the orders of the Martial Saint, sacrifice my soul, and fight to the death with you!!!"

"Rumble..."

The void was trembling, as if the starry sky collapsed, countless cracks appeared, and the endless power of destruction swept toward Ye Chen with the Lingxu ancestor as the center.

In an instant, the entire Tianxuan Mountain disappeared, and all that was left were riddled with cracks.

"puff!"

Under such power, even though they were far apart, Jiuyang Sword Head and the Palace Master of Taiqing Palace both vomited blood!

It has to be said that the Martial Saint who fell into madness was no less than a nuclear bomb exploding!

Ye Chen suddenly turned around, hugged the daughter in his arms tightly, and resisted the destructive force with his back.

"boom!"

His whole body was knocked away by such power, but his hands still hugged his daughter tightly to prevent her from being contaminated by such power.

"Dad, are you okay?"

The little guy saw blood coming from the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Dad it's okay!"

Ye Chen smiled slightly, put it down, and then slowly turned around to look at the ancestor of Lingxu in the distance!

"After all, I underestimated the warriors of this ancient world. They are only in the realm of martial saints, but they can exert the power of the divine transformation stage with a desperate blow!"

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, divine light surged in his eyes, as if he were looking down at the gods on earth.

"Old dog, before you die, if you can witness Ye's magical power, you will be smiling!"

After saying that, his eyes flashed, exuding a faint aura of decay, as if the years were awakening in his eyes.

"I have a bright pearl, which has been locked up by the dust for a long time. Now the light is born when the dust is gone, shining through thousands of mountains and rivers!!!"

"years……"

Ye Chen's voice was very soft, but it was transmitted into everyone's minds very clearly, every word.

At that moment, the scene between heaven and earth flickered, as if time was flowing backwards...

The ancestor of Lingxu trembled, his eyes showing struggle and confusion...

It is a kind of artistic conception, silently, as if you can see the traces of time up close and capture the breath of time.

Scenes from the past appeared in his eyes. Ever since he was a child, he was imprisoned in the woodshed and beaten severely by his father's first wife, a landlord, because he was a bastard in the family.

Not only him, but also the tens of thousands of people present were immersed in this artistic conception, immersed in the memories deep in their own consciousness...

Time passed little by little, and the resentment on the face of the Lingxu ancestor gradually dissipated, and the messy aura on his body gradually weakened...

He saw himself when he was only eight years old a thousand years ago. Because he couldn't stand the beating of the woman, he knocked the woman unconscious from the back with a pestle while she was fetching water from the well at home, and then pushed her into the well. in the water.

That was his first murder!

And the one he killed was his father’s woman!

His body was trembling, he was roaring silently, he was afraid, he didn't want to face it...

He saw the woman's body soaked in well water being fished out, and his murder was exposed.

Many people glared at him, treating him as a monster and wanting to kill him on the spot, including the man's cannibalistic gaze...

He saw the critical moment when his biological mother tried her best to protect him from leaving, but was beaten to death by a domestic slave...

"No!"

He struggled, he resisted...

He doesn't want to face it...

In the distance, Jiuyang Swordhead knelt heavily on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, with hot tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes...

He saw the sister he picked up when he was a boy, and the brother and sister lived in a ruined temple and depended on each other...

He saw himself begging on the streets during the day, and even becoming a pickpocket, stealing other people's property to support his sister...

He even saw his sister being forcibly taken away by traffickers, sold to a wealthy family as a wedding maid, and married to an old man who was about to die...

I don’t know how long time has passed, it seems like a breath, and it seems like a thousand years...

Shi Qianhan knelt down on one knee, trying to grab something with his hands, and muttered: "Yu'er..."

"younger sister……"

Jiuyang Swordhead roared hysterically, his body trembled heavily, and then he suddenly woke up.

Then he saw the Palace Master of Taiqing Palace lying disheveled on the ground next to him, shouting "No" as if in a nightmare, with a touch of love on his face...

He saw tens of thousands of warriors present who seemed to be going crazy. Some were shouting, some were crying, and some were laughing crazily...

"What kind of magical power is this?!!"

Jiuyang Swordshead felt a chill coming down his spine, and then looked at Ye Chen in the distance with great horror.

Just one magical power caused tens of thousands of people to fall into nightmares, even him, the Martial Saint, was no exception...

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the Lingxu Ancestor, but what he saw made his scalp tingle.

At this moment, the Lingxu Patriarch sat still, his body was as thin as a bag of bones, his eyes were wet with blood and tears, and his skin was as dry as dead tree bark...

Dead...dead!!!

The heart of the Nine Yang Sword Master was beating wildly.

The Lingxu Patriarch is dead!

He died in Ye Chen's magical power!

Thinking of this, the Nine Yang Sword Master couldn't help but look at Ye Chen with great fear: "Daoyou, does this magical power have a name?"

Ye Chen slowly picked up his daughter and walked towards Mu Caiwei and others who were trapped in the nightmare, saying without looking back: "Time..."

"Time..."

The Nine Yang Sword Master was shocked and muttered to himself: "Time, what a time, time is like a knife to cut the Martial Saint..."

He took a deep breath, bowed solemnly to Ye Chen, and said in a hoarse voice: "Daoyou, thank you, I owe you a favor!"

Ye Chen's magical power is indeed terrible!

But in his nightmare, he was also re-examining his past pain!

He once again witnessed the experience of himself and his sister from meeting to separation to Yin and Yang when they were young.

This matter has been suppressed in his heart, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a demon in his heart!

However, by chance, under Ye Chen's magical power, his heart knot was opened, and then, the sea and sky were wide open.

Even the Nine Yang Sword Master and others were subject to Ye Chen's magical power, not to mention Mu Caiwei and others.

The Shepherd King beat his chest and stamped his feet, unable to extricate himself: "Qinglan, hold on, you must hold on..."

Ye Chen sighed faintly, and then waved his sleeves, carrying several people away, leaving only a group of people who were still immersed in the past.

Just halfway through the flight, he felt a sharp pain in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, and he could no longer hold on and fell from the air...

(ps: Chapter 4, updated today, everyone has been waiting for a long time!)