Doomsday Shura: I have an ancestor-level killing recovery system

The voice of silence and vicissitudes was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, which made Chen Fan's mind trance, and he suddenly felt that coming here to experience was nothing but nothing.

The fruit of Wanhun Yangshen is empty, becoming an immortal is also empty, and his swordsmanship is also empty.The divine way completely disappeared under his feet, and Chen Fan found that the Tibetan front in his hand had completely rotted, and it was broken into three or four pieces by a gust of wind.

In the dark world, there are broken ruins and walls everywhere, and the setting sun in the distance cuts across his face like a knife blade.

Chen Fan's clothes are ragged, his hair is gray, his body is stooped and his face is haggard and emaciated, he is already an old man.All around him were broken swords, whimpering when the wind blew by.

"The way of heaven is vast, the way of humanity is boundless, the way of immortality is dim, and the way of the sword is ruined. The sky collapses and the earth is destroyed, the way of the way collapses, and your way of the sword has disappeared, just like the sunset at dusk"

Amidst the wind and sand, there was a continuous whimpering sound, Chen Fan looked lonely at the half of Zang Feng in his hand, and found that he was really helpless.

He struggled to lift his wrist, looking at the fragments of the broken sword that were constantly eroding and falling, he couldn't help feeling infinitely sad.Behind him is the way of his life. In the past, corpses piled up like mountains, but now there are only a few bones eroded by wind and sand, and he has completely entered his twilight years at this moment.

"In the dusk of the sword, all the past has become a joke. So, I am the biggest joke." Holding the half-broken sword stubbornly, Chen Fan kept chewing on these few words, he looked up to the sky and sighed, as if he was questioning.

"Everything is a joke, including you and all the creatures who died on this way. Because your way is false, if you don't believe me, look back."

Chen Fan's long sigh quickly responded, and when he turned his head to look again, he found that there was already a withered and yellow hillside behind him, except for a few scorched tree stumps, there was nothing else.Looking down again, he found that the broken sword in his hand was just a dead branch, and there was no shadow of a sword.

"Jiang Shishi's tomb, Cheng Qiyun's tomb, Zhu Zibo's, Lin Xiaoyu's, and Chen Buqun's tombs are all dead, are they all dead?" Chen Fan stared blankly at the dead branches in his hand, waiting for him to look up again. Not far away is a low row of graves, with familiar names appearing on the tombstones.

"Dead, all of them are dead. You are obsessed with swords, and you kill them every day with a dead branch on fire, thinking that you are the emperor in the sword, but you don't care about their birth, old age, sickness, so today You are the only one left. Up to this point, you are still holding this dead branch, do you still think that you are an emperor or a saint?"

The voice was full of pity, as if watching a joke, every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Chen Fan's heart hard.Those familiar names on the tombstone turned into familiar and unfamiliar faces and appeared in front of his eyes, looking at him with pity.In these eyes, he is neither an emperor nor a saint, but a lonely and dying old man.

"I'm not an emperor, and I'm not a saint. I'm just me. Even if it's just a dead branch in my hand, I will treat it as a seven-foot green blade." Chen Fan roared unwillingly, waving the dead branch in his hand and frantically calling Call to go.

"You still refuse to accept the fact that you are still living in your own world with your sword and walking around the world?" Seeing Chen Fan being so crazy, the voice was more compassionate, and all the familiar faces started to cover their faces and cry bitterly.

"There are changes in the Dao, I would rather die than a hero. I don't have a sword in my hand, but I have it in my heart. Even if it is a dead branch, it is also the sword of heaven and earth in my hand. You are not dead, how can the Dao collapse? You shouldn't Treat a swordsman with pity, because it shows you just a fool. Am I right?"

Chen Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, his originally haggard face became flushed, and the dead skin on his face began to fall off continuously.He laughed and raised his right hand, and the dead branch in his hand turned into a broken sword again.

"Pity the strong and slaughter the weak, isn't this the most hypocritical and shameless aspect of your human race?" The voice was full of surprise, it seemed that it didn't expect Chen Fan to raise the sword in his hand again.

"The strong cannot be pitied, and the weak cannot be slaughtered at will. This has nothing to do with race. The human heart is complicated, and the devil's heart is vicious. You really took great pains to make me abandon my sword and become a devil." The dead skin on Chen Fan's face has already fallen off. , his voice was peaceful and calm, completely free from the loneliness and loneliness of before, as if he was chatting with an old friend.

"Since you know that the devil's heart is vicious and your heart is complex, it means that you already have a devil in your heart. Why don't you dance with the devil now, achieve the holy magic body early, and be proud of the world." The voice was calm, and continued to persuade Chen Fan. Filled with a strong temptation.

"You don't have to become a demon to be proud of the world, and the twilight of swordsmanship is just a blind leaf. If you don't change, even the swordsmanship god is just deceiving yourself. I heard that you are a quasi-sword god, so it seems that you can't swordsmanship god, that's it. Sitting in a well and watching the sky is too cunning"

Chen Fan shook his head, and turned back without any hesitation.He had already guessed who the voice was, it was the demon quasi-sword god who broke into here without anyone knowing.This also put his mind on high alert, because he was almost fooled at the beginning, and it was the abnormal movement of the Eight Desolation Ancestral Stone that made him realize that something was wrong here.

"Haha, you are the first and only one who dares to judge a quasi-sword god like this. You are a bit funny, I decided not to kill you, I want you to watch with my own eyes when I come again, and completely cut off the power of the heavens." kendo."

A handsome and clear face appeared in the sky looking down, like a giant elephant looking down on an ant.Even if Chen Fan raised his chest and glared at him, it didn't make any sense.He didn't deliberately look at Chen Fan, but Chen Fan couldn't avoid his gaze, as if a tall building fell down, the invisible terrifying coercion made his whole body squeak.

Blood stains appeared on the corner of Chen Fan's mouth again, this is the power of a god, he made Chen Fan pay such a terrible price with just one glance, nearly half of the bones in his body were cracked.At this time, as long as Chen Fan can't hold on, he will either become a fan or become a slave of the devil.

"buzz"

After a long cry, the huge face disappeared from the sky.Chen Fan's body was already dripping with sweat. When he looked down, he found that there was really only a broken sword left in his hand, and only one-third of the original Zang Feng, who had followed him for many years, was left with no spirituality, no different from scrap copper and rotten iron.Except for the word Zangfeng on the sword body which is still the same, others can no longer see that this was a good sword.

"The devil is not empty, I will avenge the shame of the broken sword."

With a long roar, Chen Fan realized that he had unknowingly reached the edge of the divine way, he put away the half of the Tibetan front and continued to move forward.The end of Shinto is just around the corner, and Chen Fan has finally passed the most dangerous pass.But his situation was extremely bad, and before he had time to think about it, he swallowed two elixirs, and proceeded cautiously on the way of the gods.

The end of the Shinto is very narrow, only less than one foot wide, and Chen Fan didn't feel careless in the slightest.Sure enough, it was murderous intent step by step, just when Chen Fan stepped on the star with one foot, and the other foot hadn't left the divine way, a black shadow as thick as a bucket suddenly struck at his waist.

"roll"