In the battle of East Sea City, a mysterious emperor's will appeared in his body, and that emperor's will helped him to kill the heaven, but that did not belong to his power.
However, the emperor's will taught him the emperor's tactic, and since then, he can use the emperor's tactic to stimulate the imperial intent in his body.
Ye Futian knew that the Emperor Art could raise all his attacks to a level, but he had never fully exploded this kind of power to push the Emperor Art to the limit.
However, today, faced with the encirclement and suppression of many princes' will, he knew that even with the help of the emperor's will in his body, he would still not be able to defeat the opponent, because the power in the body had completely erupted, and the emperor's tactics had no reservation to the extreme.
The familiar feeling of the battle in East Sea City came, but last time, there was a mysterious will guiding him to control him, but now, it is his own power, and of course it is far less powerful than East Sea City.
If the opponent is really a prince, he thinks he must die. Not to mention the prince, he will also die in the heavenly realm. The power of will can greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of the practitioner, but it is impossible to ignore the gap in realm.
However, in the ancient ruins of Loulan, the opponent is not a real prince, but an incarnation of will. In this ancient realm, no matter how strong the will, its level of strength can only be limited to the realm of law, not to mention the opponent's body. It is the shaping of will, so as long as the opponent can be overwhelmed at the will level, the opponent can be restrained.
That's why Ye Futian was so confident. Although he did not comprehend the will of the prince, he fully urged the will of the emperor, and then merged into the will of Guqin to attack. He believed that the will to attack was strong and could surpass the opponent.
The emperor’s mark broke out in the body, and Ye Futian’s body seemed to have undergone some transformation. Ye Wuchen behind him looked at the changes in his body in shock, and he realized that maybe this is the real him, without any disguise. Like a born emperor.
The prince in front of him was also stunned, staring at Ye Futian's figure tightly. What level of will power is this
At this moment, the handsome figure in front of them was too gorgeous, as if even if they were princes, they still needed to worship. He should be high above and be worshipped by the people of the world.
This kind of temperament, this kind of will, is by no means born after birth, but is born.
"It seems you are not from Loulan." The emperor stared at Ye Futian and sighed, Loulan, there would be no such person.
"Senior intends to stop here?" Ye Futian stared at the other side.
Tianzi looked at him and then into the distance, his eyes seemed to be tired.
For many years, he has existed in the ancient ruins in the form of will, and became his opponent's chess piece, used to test the descendants of Gu Loulan. Of course he is not reconciled, so as long as he dares to step in here, he will kill him. Let him be a pawn, then he will kill all the descendants of Loulan.
But he was already tired, just persevering.
"No." He retracted his gaze and looked at Ye Futian and said: "You lose and die; if you win, you can get everything you want."
"Okay." Ye Futian bowed his head and didn't say anything. The piano sound remained the same, and he continued to raise it. In an instant, a violent willpower swept out along with the piano sound. Everywhere he passed, the armored soldiers shattered.
The emperor waved his hand, and a figure of a prince slew forward, carrying a terrifying will of the prince, and at the same time oppressing Ye Futian.
I saw that Ye Futian, who was Fuqin, was extremely calm, and the sound of the piano was a bit tragic, just like the tragic and majesty of the master in the Nandou family, but 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 Tianjiao from the deserted city. After all, the opponent is also the pinnacle of the law and possesses the will of the prince, rather than pure will.
Just as Ye Futian predicted, the sound of the piano seemed to be imprinted with the mark of the emperor, penetrating the princely will bodies, and instantly leaving a mark of destruction on their will bodies.
The forward princes looked down at their bodies, their eyes a little dull.
"Bang, bang..." There were holes in their bodies. There was no blood, but they could feel death approaching. Of course, in fact, they had already died once, but this time, they would probably disappear completely.
The emperor watched this scene quietly, his expression extremely calm, is this tragic piano sound played for them
Stepping forward, he walked in front of the princes. Around his body, there was a howling sword, as if it were real. When he stepped, ten thousand swords followed. At this moment, he seemed to be a prince in the sword.
These innumerable sharp swords moved towards Ye Futian at the same time, slashing at the same time, killing all the existence in front of him.
Ye Futian still plays the piano quietly, the sound of the piano is like nine days of cranes, the violent storm of piano sounds swept out, and wherever he passed, the sword shadows were all annihilated and turned into dust.
At the same time, there was a sound of Qin ignoring everything and directly blasting on the character of the day. The most terrifying aspect of Qin's attack was that it was difficult to defend.
The incomparable emperor's imprints burned up 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 of the ages. A person in the realm of first-order law restrained his will.
As a will body, he was restrained from will, how could he fight? Not as good as a stronger Dharma Realm.
The tragic sound of the piano was still the same, the storm blew, and everything was overwhelmed. I saw that the king’s body was burning with the will of the emperor. Then, their bodies gradually became illusory, and finally turned into dust and disappeared, as if never existed Over.
Ye Futian did not continue to attack, and the sound of the piano became calm. He raised his head and looked at the figure in the void with his clean eyes.
"His talent is really as strong as you said?" The emperor figure asked, with a calm tone, not at all like an opponent in a life-and-death fight.
"With the fourth-order magic phase realm recognized by the princes' magical instruments, his future will never stop at the princes." Ye Futian said.
"You are confident." The emperor said, he is a very powerful prince, and he naturally knows how difficult it is above the prince.
"Does the senior believe me?" Ye Futian asked again.
The figure in the void was silent, looking at Ye Futian, he understood what Ye Futian said.
Looking at Ye Wuchen, he said, "Don't resist."
Ye Wuchen looked at the figure in the void and nodded.
After that, the figure gradually turned into illusion, like a sword shadow that turned into an infinite illusion, shot directly at Ye Wuchen and penetrated from the center of his eyebrows.
At this moment, Ye Wuchen closed his eyes, and an extremely terrifying sword intent flowed on his body, becoming stronger and stronger.
Ye Futian saw this scene with a smile, the imperial intent on his body disappeared, he only felt that his whole body was extremely weak, he could not lift a trace of power, and completely aroused the emperor's art. All his power was emptied, and he had been forbearing just now. Supported.
The figure in the void gradually became illusory, and the figure of the emperor could disappear at any time.
"What is that?" At this moment, Ye Futian's eyes flashed, and when the emperor's body became illusory, a light appeared in his body, from which a faint chill came out.
"I said, defeat me, you will get what you want." The emperor looked at Ye Futian, his voice fell, and the phantom gradually dissipated into the air, all heading towards Ye Wuchen, the void, and the transmission There was a voice: "Yu Loulan's death back then was not a crime of war."
When the voice fell, his body disappeared completely.
However, in the void, half of the treasure book floats in the air, and this treasure book is filled with a terrifying chill.
Ye Futian understood the true meaning of the other party's words at this time. It turned out that the treasure book was in Tianzi's body, and he could only get this half volume by destroying him.
"What a strong will." Ye Futian felt the chill and shuddered, and the idea of great freedom was running. At this moment, Ye Futian only felt that a stronger will was diffused from the treasure book, with the emperor. He faintly felt that the will contained in this half-volume book might be above the will of the princes, left behind by the strong above the princely realm.
This chill spread a little bit, and it seemed that frost appeared between the world and the earth. Not long after, Ye Futian's long hair and eyebrows were all covered with hoarfrost.
He saw a magnificent and magnificent picture on the treasure book. It was a vast and endless snow-capped mountain. The snow-capped mountain was covered with snowflakes and scattered all over the sky. Just looking at it gave people an extremely cold feeling.
Above the snow-capped mountains, there is a icy moon, which seems to be colder than the snow-capped mountains.
The whole picture gives people the feeling of loneliness and coldness.
Around Ye Futian's body, it seemed that snow was falling, and this piece of snow melted into his body, and the endless water spirit from heaven and earth poured into his body and continuously entered his body.
In the Palace of Life, the ancient tree of the world made a clattering sound, and the ancient tree seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. On the ancient tree, gradually, a cold moon gradually formed and hung above the sky.
On the other side of the moon, the life and soul of the sun hang high.
The sun and the moon reflect each other, the sun is yang and the moon is yin.
One fire, one water, one yin and one yang came into being.
Outside, Ye Wuchen accepted the inheritance of will. When he opened his eyes, his body was covered with a layer of frost. When he looked around, the army in front was completely 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 remote place, felt it, and the chill spread to them.
Lou Lanxue stretched out her hand, snow fell down, her heart trembled wildly.
"Go." With a flash, Lou Lanxue rushed forward, half a volume of treasured book, most likely appeared!