Chop the years!

This is the first Haotian Sword Style that Chen Qiye has mastered when he enters the Mortal Realm.

If the Nine Forms of the Mortal Realm are the embodiment of the extreme power of the material explosion, then the Nine Forms of Mortal Transformation are the embodiment of the power of the law.

What the years are, it's hard to really describe clearly.

Mortals take a hundred years as their time, and the strong have hundreds of years, even thousands of years, and ten thousand years......

But even if it is the strongest in the universe, there is an end to time, because there is an end to the long river of time, and it is an endless sea.

Whether there is an eternal existence, Chen Qiye does not know.

As strong as the ruthless Emperor, Emperor Ye Tian and other red dust immortals, there is also a day when they come to an end, otherwise they will not live out the second and third lives......

Even the Haotian of the Origin World seemed to have been annihilated in the time and space of four million years ago.

Even if Haotian has stepped into time and mastered the existence of the law of time, it still has not been able to be truly eternal.

When the arc of the sword in Chen Qiye's hand unfolded, the gods in the entire space seemed to hear the sound of the law cracking, and what was reflected in their pupils was a phantom illusion, without any brilliant brilliance blooming, and there was no explosion of might.

It seems that the wind has suddenly risen.

This windless space seems to blow a vast and distant atmosphere.

This distance is the distance of the years.

Then, the scorching sun that covered the sky merged with this breath, and the ten thousand flowing fires instantly scorched countless times, as if there was a fault in the space, and it fell into another space-time flow velocity, ten, hundred, thousand, or even countless times.

When the sword was halfway through, the arc did not really stretch out, and the simple and bladeless Chaos Sword lost the last wisp of clarity.

At first glance, this Chaos Sword is as unremarkable as ordinary vanadium iron.

The sword was in mid-air, without a sharp edge, and stopped slashing.

Because, the years have been cut out.

A sword crosses the sky, and the flowing fire burns the embers instantly, which is scorching to the extreme, and is annihilated in the years.

And the scorching sun true fire of the angel god is the same, it can't fall!

Just like this, it was stuck in the sky above Chen Qiye, burning pieces of embers, and finally turned into gray smoke, and at this moment, time and space were almost frozen, and the vast and distant wind blew through the sky, like the cool autumn breeze floating in the heart of the angel god.

No, not cool!

It's a huge chill that has never been seen before!

This is the sword wind that cut down the years.

"Nope! I am the eternal deity! ”

The angel god suddenly burst out with a howl, and the divine power of his body was raised to the extreme, and the golden light once again shone brilliantly, and even his body was constantly rising, from the original height of more than six meters, to nearly ten meters away, and the qi and blood contained endless vastness, as if it was nearly twice as powerful as before.

There were also three hundred hunting patrols blown by the sword wind, and at this moment, they were in a trance in front of them, as if they had seen the green years that had passed, some showed quiet smiles, some sighed regretfully, and some shed tears of remorse......

People often say that at the end of life, they will see many burial memories buried in the deepest part of the past, perhaps this is the feeling.

The sword wind blows, and the years are gone.

The last of the three hundred patrols had exhausted the last of their life force, and their bodies, arms, cheeks, and skin were all lost in the years.

There is no blood, no screams, no scars, as if it passes quietly in silence, this is the power of time.

At the end of the years, time fell, and none of the rangers survived.

This is the power of the law, and only the existence of the power of the law can be resisted.

"I am not yet eternal, and you are worthy of eternity?"

Chen Qiye slowly retracted his sword momentum, spit out a faint voice, and stood on top of this firmament, with a touch of white silk in his black hair, touching the law of time will also change the changes of his own years, which is the root of the origin of chaos.

But for Chen Qiye, there is no damage, after stepping into the realm of metamorphosis, his lifespan will be infinitely increased, and this white silk is just a loss of a trace of strength, with the sublimation of cultivation, it will still recover.

Stepping into the mortal realm, involving the law, is the power that truly belongs to oneself, not the power of the system.

Just like the ruthless emperor who stood in the withered starry sky across the long river of time, she also involved the power of the law.

When the voice falls.

The God of Angels had already struck towards Chen Qiye's extreme rise with a terrible sound of breaking the air, and he wanted to burn the last trace of strength in his body, even if he was silent in this space, he would kill and injure the terrifying young man in front of him.

However, he was horrified to find that the closer he got away from Chen Qiye, the faster the years passed, and the slower his speed became, as if he was trapped in a frozen time and space, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through a single cent.

In the end, the angel god was frozen in the void, holding the angelic holy sword of burning endless power and swinging forward.

But, as he said!

Eternity.

Frozen in front of the young man in white.

Gradually, there was silence in the void, and the last thing I heard was Chen Qiye's indifferent voice.

"When the years are gone, I will stand here, you are eternal life, and you will not be able to stain a corner of my clothes."

And the last picture reflected in the pupils of the angel god is the white-clothed figure who has taken away the long sword and stands with his hands in his hands, his eyes are neither sad nor joyful, ignoring the universe, it is a pair of profundity that has existed since eternity, he overlooks the endless years in time.

The last delusion that rises in the heart of the God of Angels.

Chen Qiye in front of him is the real god......

It's been around forever!

The oldest of gods!

However, all this is meaningless, for he has lost his life in the midst of the years.

God of Angels, perish!

Slash off three hundred gods with one sword!

The gods still can't take Chen Qiye's sword.

Chen Qiye ignored the god of silent angels, his eyes looked faintly at the fluctuating space, and a looming silhouette appeared in his eyes, which contained the existence of terrifying will, he was not in this space, even light years away.

However, he still passed the word 'stop'.

"God-king?"

Chen Qiye spit out his voice lightly, and silently stood on the void and waited, although he had the power to cut through the years, he did not yet have the ability to travel through endless space.

Unfortunately, the whole space is silent, without a single ripple fluctuating, as if everything has come to an end.

"System, can I still go back to the Douluo Continent?"

Chen Qiye asked in his heart, he was extremely sublimated, he had stepped out of another level, and he didn't dare to come to the space easily.

"Ding! Hint: The host can return to the Douluo Continent, but it can only stay for two days at most, and if it exceeds two days, the power of the law will directly shatter the rules of the plane. ”

"Ding! Hint: Does the host want to teleport? ”

"Two days? That's enough, let's go back and meet the little ones. Chen Qiye smiled lightly, and the chaotic brilliance poured in.

The next moment, he disappeared into the silent space.

After he actually left, two phantoms slowly appeared, one of which made a deep voice: "Why did you let him go?" ”

"Put? Don't you feel an extremely ancient aura in his soul? The other voice was gentle, but it was not difficult to hear a hint of fear in his voice: "He said that when he was born, he was godless. ”

When these words fell, it was as if a haze had obscured the space,

Then fell into an eternal silence.

(End of chapter)