Douba's Strongest Master System

Chapter 172 Killing the years without taking back the sword

Cut the years!
This is the first Haotian sword style mastered by Chen Qiye when he stepped into the realm of transformation.

If the Nine Forms of the Mortal Realm are embodied by the ultimate power of the explosion of matter, then the Nine Forms of Mortal Transformation are embodied by the power of law.

What the years are, it is difficult to really describe clearly.

Ordinary people count a hundred years as their years, while the strong have hundreds, even thousands, or ten thousand years...

But even the most powerful person in the universe has an end to time, because the long river of time has an end, it is an endless sea.

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

Those who are as immortal as Ruthless Emperor, Ye Tiandi and other mortals will come to an end one day, otherwise they will not live out their second and third lives...

Even Haotian in the original world seems to have been annihilated in time and space 400 million years ago.

Even if Haotian has set foot in time and controlled the existence of the law of time, there is still no real eternity.

When the sword arc in Chen Qiye's hand unfolded, the gods in the entire space seemed to hear the sound of the law breaking, and what was reflected in their pupils was an illusion passing by, without any brilliance blooming, nor There is no outburst of power.

It seemed that the wind had suddenly picked up.

This windless space seemed to blow a vast and distant breath.

This distance is the distance that the years have passed.

Then, the scorching sun that covered the sky merged with this breath, and the ten thousand streams of fire instantly scorched countless times, as if a fault occurred in the space, and fell into another time-space velocity, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, or even countless times.

Halfway through the sword's movement, the arc didn't really stretch out, and the primitive and unsophisticated Chaos Sword withdrew the last ray of luster.

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

The sword was in the air, without a sharp edge, and stopped swiping.

Because the years have passed.

A sword crossed the sky, and the flowing fire burned instantly, burning to the extreme, and being annihilated in the years.

As for the God of Angels, the Scorching Sun Real Fire couldn't fall down!

Just like this, it stayed in the sky above Chen Qiye, pieces of burning embers, and finally turned into ashes, and at this moment, time and space seemed to freeze, and the vast and distant wind blew across the sky, floating on the angel like a cool autumn wind. the heart of the god.

No, not coolness!

It was an unprecedented great coldness!
This is the sword wind that cuts down the years.

"No! I am the eternal god!"

The god of angels suddenly howled, and his divine power was raised to the extreme. The golden light was shining brilliantly again, and even his figure was constantly rising, from the original height of more than six meters to nearly ten meters away. There is endless power in it, as if it is almost twice as powerful as before.

There were also three hundred hunters who were blown by the sword wind. At this moment, their eyes were in a daze, as if they saw the lush years that had passed away. Some showed peaceful smiles, some sighed regretfully, and some regretted. tears...

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

The wind of the sword blows, and the years are cut off.

The three hundred patrols exhausted their last vitality, and their body, arms, cheeks, and skin all died away in the years.

There is no blood, no screams, and no scars, as if quietly passing away in silence, this is the power of time.

As the years run out and the time falls, not a single Hunter survives.

This is the power of law, and only those who have truly set foot on the existence of the power of law can resist it.

"I am not yet eternal, are you eligible for eternity?"

Chen Qiye slowly withdrew his sword momentum, let out a faint voice, and stood on the sky, with a touch of white silk in his black hair. Touching the law of time will also change the changes of his own time, which is the root of chaos.

But for Chen Qiye, there was no damage at all. After entering the mortal state, his lifespan would increase infinitely. Moreover, this wisp of white silk was just a loss of a little strength. With the sublimation of his cultivation, it would still recover .

Stepping into metamorphosis and involving laws is the power that really belongs to oneself, not the power of the system.

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

When the voice fell.

The God of Angels has already charged towards Chen Qiye with a piercing sound of piercing through the air. He wants to burn the last trace of strength in his body, even if he is in this space, he will kill this terrifying young man in front of him.

However, he was horrified to find that the closer he was to Chen Qiye, the faster the years passed, and the slower his own speed was, as if trapped in a frozen time and space, no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through any further a cent.

In the end, the God of Angels was actually frozen in the void, holding the Angelic Holy Sword that burned with endless power and swung forward.

But, as he said!
eternal.

It froze 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 over, I will stand here. Even if you are eternal life, you will not be able to stain a piece of my clothes."

And the last image reflected in the pupils of the God of Angels is the figure in white clothes who has taken away the long sword and stands with his hands behind his back. His pupils are neither sad nor happy, ignoring the universe. They are like a pair of deep eyes that have existed since ancient times. He overlooked the endless years of time.

The last illusion that rose in the heart of the God of Angels.

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

It has existed since ancient times!
The most ancient gods!

However, all of this is meaningless, because he has been ashes in the years.

God of Angels, destroy!

Cut off three hundred gods with one sword!

God, still can't take Chen Qiye's sword.

Chen Qiye didn't pay attention to the God of Ji Qu Angel, and looked indifferently at the fluctuating space. The looming outline appeared in his eyes, which was the existence of terrifying will. He was not in this space, and even beyond the distance of light years.

However, he still passed on the word 'stop'.

"God king?"

Chen Qiye let out his voice softly, standing silently above the void and waiting. Although he has the power to cut through time, he still doesn't have the ability to travel through endless space.

It's a pity that the entire space is empty and empty, without any ripples, as if everything has come to an end.

"System, can I still go back to Douluo Dalu?"

Chen Qiye asked in his heart, he has been sublimated to another level, and he dare not descend into space easily.

"Ding! Reminder: The host can return to the Douluo Continent, but he can only stay for two days at most. If the time exceeds two days, the power of the law will directly break the rules of the plane."

"Ding! Prompt: Does the host want to teleport?"

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

The next moment, he disappeared into this lonely space.

After he really left, two phantoms slowly appeared, and one of them made a deep voice: "Why let him go?"

"Let's go? Don't you feel that there is an extremely ancient breath in his soul?" Another voice was very gentle, but it was not difficult to hear a trace of fear in his voice: "He said that when he was born, there was no god. .”

When the voice fell, there seemed to be a haze covering the space,
Then fell into an eternal silence.

(End of this chapter)