During the battle of Donghai City, a mysterious emperor's will appeared in his body. That emperor's will helped him kill the heavenly being, but it did not belong to his power.
But the emperor's will taught him the emperor's art. From then on, he was able to use the emperor's art to activate the emperor's will contained in his body.
Ye Futian knew that the Emperor's Art could elevate all his attacks to a higher level, but he had never fully exploded this power and pushed the Emperor's Art to its limit.
However, today, faced with the encirclement and suppression of many princes, he knew that even with the help of the emperor's will in his body, he still could not defeat the opponent, because the power in his body completely exploded, and the emperor's art was pushed to the extreme without any reservation.
The familiar feeling of the battle in Donghai City came to him, but last time, there was a mysterious will guiding him and controlling him, but now, it was completely his own power, which was of course far less powerful than Donghai City.
If the opponent is really a prince, he thinks that he will definitely die. Not to mention a prince, he will also die in the heavenly realm. The power of will can greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of a practitioner, but it is impossible to ignore the difference in realm.
But it is different in the ancient ruins of Loulan. The opponent is not a real prince, but an incarnation of will. In this ancient world, no matter how powerful the will is, its own strength level can still only be limited to the Dharma Realm, not to mention the opponent's body. It is the shaping of will, so as long as you can overwhelm the opponent on the level of will, you can restrain the opponent.
That's why Ye Futian was so confident. Although he didn't understand the will of the prince, he fully mobilized the emperor's will and then integrated the will of Guqin to launch an attack. He believed that the will to attack was so strong that he could surpass the opponent.
The imperial mark exploded in the body, and Ye Futian's body seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation. Ye Wuchen behind him looked at the changes in his body in shock. He realized that maybe this was the real him, without any cover-up. Like a born emperor.
The prince in front of him was also stunned, staring closely at Ye Futian's figure. What level of willpower is this
The handsome figure in front of them at this moment was too gorgeous, as if even if they were princes, they still needed to pay homage. He should be aloof and should be worshiped by people in the world.
This kind of temperament and this kind of will are by no means acquired, but present at birth.
"It seems that you are not from Loulan." The emperor stared at Ye Futian and sighed, there would be no such person in Loulan Kingdom.
"Senior, do you plan to give up here?" Ye Futian stared at him and asked.
That day the child looked at him, then looked into the distance, his eyes seemed a bit tired.
He has existed in the ancient ruins in the form of will for many years, and has become a pawn of his opponent, used to test the descendants of Gu Loulan. Of course, he is not willing to do so, so he will kill anyone who dares to step into this place. Since he wants Let him be a pawn, then he will kill all the descendants of Loulan.
But he was already tired, and he just held on with persistence.
"No." He retracted his gaze and looked at Ye Futian: "If you lose, you will die; if you win, you can get everything you want."
"Okay." Ye Futian lowered his head and said nothing more. The sound of the piano remained the same and continued to rise. In an instant, a violent force of will swept out along with the sound of the piano. Wherever it passed, the figures of the armored soldiers were shattered.
The emperor waved his hand, and a noble prince's figure rushed forward, with the terrifying will of a prince, and at the same time pressed towards Ye Futian.
I saw Ye Futian playing the piano extremely calm, and the sound of the piano contained a bit of tragedy, just like the tragedy that the master had when he was in the Nandou family. However, now this tragedy is not dedicated to himself, but to the other party.
The prince who exists in the form of will will be restrained by him, and is not even as threatening as the genius coming from the deserted city. After all, the opponent himself is also at the pinnacle of Dharma, possessing the will of a prince, rather than being born out of pure will.
Just as Ye Futian predicted, the sound of the piano seemed to be imprinted with the mark of the emperor, penetrating the will and body of the princes, leaving a mark of destruction on their will and body in an instant.
The princes who were moving forward looked down at their own bodies, their eyes a little dull.
"Bang, bang..." Holes appeared in their bodies. There was no blood, but they could feel death approaching. Of course, in fact, they had died once before, but this time, they would probably disappear completely.
The emperor looked at this scene quietly, with an extremely calm expression. Was this tragic music played for them
Stepping forward, he walked in front of the princes. Around his body, whistling swords appeared, as if they were real. When he stepped, ten thousand swords followed him. At this moment, he seemed to be the prince among the swords.
These countless sharp swords moved towards Ye Futian at the same time, opening them at the same time, killing everything in front of them.
Ye Futian still played the piano quietly, and the sound of the piano was like the roar of cranes in the sky. The violent storm of piano music swept out, and wherever it passed, the sword shadows were all annihilated and turned into dust.
At the same time, one after another, the sound of the piano ignored everything and directly hit the figure of the Son of Heaven. The most terrifying thing about the piano's attack was that it was difficult to defend against.
The extremely bright imperial marks seemed to be burning on the opponent's body, like golden flames, extremely gorgeous.
"Is the will restrained?" He murmured. He did not expect that in the ancient ruins, he would be restrained by the will of others. This is really an anecdote through the ages. A person in the first-level Dharma Realm restrained his will.
As a will person, how can he fight when his will is restrained? Not as good as a more powerful Dharma Realm expert.
The tragic sound of the piano remained the same, and the storm blew over, drowning everything. The emperor's will was burning all over the body of the noble prince. Then, their bodies gradually became illusory, and finally turned into dust and disappeared, as if they had never existed. Pass.
Ye Futian did not continue to attack, and the sound of the piano became gentle. He raised his head and looked at the figure in the void with his clean eyes.
"Is his talent really as strong as you said?" the emperor asked, his tone calm, not like an opponent in a life-and-death fight.
"With the fourth-level dharma realm and the recognition of the prince's magic weapon, his future will never stop at the prince." Ye Futian said.
"You are confident." The emperor said. He was a very powerful prince, and he naturally knew how difficult it was to be a prince.
"Does senior believe me?" Ye Futian asked again.
The figure in the void was silent, looking at Ye Futian, he understood what Ye Futian meant by his words.
Looking at Ye Wuchen, he said: "Don't resist."
Ye Wuchen looked at the figure in the void and nodded.
Then, the figure gradually became illusory, as if it had turned into an infinite illusory sword shadow, shooting directly at Ye Wuchen and drilling between his eyebrows.
At this moment, Ye Wuchen closed his eyes, and an extremely terrifying sword intent flowed through his body, getting stronger and stronger.
Ye Futian smiled when he saw this scene. The emperor's will disappeared from his body. He only felt extremely weak. He could not raise a trace of strength to fully activate the emperor's art. All his strength was drained. He had been holding back just now. Supporting.
The figure in the void gradually became illusory, and the figure of the Emperor seemed likely to disappear at any time.
"What is that?" At this moment, Ye Futian's eyes flashed. When the emperor's body became illusory, a light appeared in his body, and there was a faint chill coming out of it.
"I said, defeat me, and you will get what you want." The emperor looked at Ye Futian and said, after his words fell, the shadows gradually dissipated into the sky, all heading towards Ye Wuchen, and in the void, there was a A voice came out: "The death in Loulan was not a crime of war."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body disappeared completely.
However, in the void, half a treasure book was floating in the air. This treasure book was filled with a terrifying chill.
At this time, Ye Futian understood the true meaning of the other party's words. It turned out that the treasure book was in Tianzi's body, and only by killing him could he get half of the treasure book.
"Such a strong will." Ye Futian couldn't help but shiver when he felt the coldness. He watched the movements of his mind freely. At this moment, Ye Futian only felt that a stronger will came out of the book, possessing the emperor's power. He had a vague feeling that the will contained in this half-volume treasure book might be above the will of the prince, and was left by a strong man above the princely realm.
The coldness spread little by little, and frost seemed to appear between the sky and the earth. Soon, Ye Futian's long hair and eyebrows were covered with white frost.
He saw a magnificent picture in the treasure book, which was a vast and endless snow-capped mountain. This snow-capped mountain was covered with snowflakes and fell all over the sky. Just one glance gave people a feeling of extreme cold.
Above the snow-capped mountains, an icy moon hangs. This moon seems to be even colder than the snow-capped mountains.
The whole picture gives people the feeling of loneliness and coldness.
Snowflakes seemed to be falling around Ye Futian's body, and these snowflakes merged into his body. The endless water aura between heaven and earth surged toward his body and continued to enter his body.
In the Palace of Fate, the ancient tree of the world made a rustling sound. This ancient tree seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. On top of the ancient tree, gradually, a cold moon gradually took shape and hung in the sky.
On the other side of the moon, the soul of the sun hangs high.
The sun and the moon complement each other, the sun is yang and the moon is yin.
One fire, one water, one yin and one yang came into being.
In the outside world, Ye Wuchen accepted the inheritance of will. When he opened his eyes, his body was covered with a layer of frost. Looking around, the army in front was all frozen and turned into ice sculptures. The whole world looked like To turn into a world of ice.
Even the Saintess of Loulan who is now in a very far away place can feel the chill spreading to them.
Lou Lanxue stretched out her hand, and snowflakes fell down, and her heart was shaking wildly.
"Let's go." With a flash of his body, Lou Lanxue rushed forward quickly, and half a treasure book was most likely to appear!
(End of chapter)