Chapter 6290 The Shocked Dream

The old monk continued to say to himself: "You said that the legend of the Chen family will continue. Even if the Chen family's fortune is no longer with you, Chen Xiantu, someone will be born with greater luck, and the Chen family will definitely continue."

The old monk looked at the stars in the night sky and said, "You asked me to bet another game with you."

"I didn't agree at that time, not because I was afraid of losing, but...I hope you are right."

The old monk said.

This night, he stayed here for a long time, muttering to himself all the time, as if he was talking to someone.

Talking about many things that happened.

However, the old monk's self-talk tonight was destined to no more second person in this world to hear it.

That night, Chen Liuhe had a dream, a very long dream.

In his dream, he saw an old man, who was tall and tall and stood up.

The old man stood on the top of the mountain, standing with his hands behind his back, while Chen Liuhe looked from a distance. He wanted to shout, but he could not make a sound.

He wanted to go forward and find out what was going on and see the old man's appearance, but no matter how he left, he could not get close to the old man.

There is always a distance of 100 meters between the two.

The back was too majestic and extremely powerful. The momentum that was revealed invisibly seemed to be overwhelming, making everything look humble, and I couldn't help but crawl under this back.

What shocked Chen Liuhe even more was that the sky in this dream was not a normal color, but a blood-red color.

It was as if the sea of ​​blood had come to the world, dyeing the sky and the earth red.

The old man stood under the bloody sky, stepped on the bloody earth, stood between the heaven and earth, looking proud and arrogant.

Suddenly, the old man started to move. He waved his hands, and the sea of ​​blood was rolling like huge waves. The blood seemed to be shaking and the earth was trembling.

Countless lights sped down from the clouds and danced in the empty sky and earth.

At this moment, the sword light was like rain, as if to kill everything. Wherever it passed, no grass grew, and even the space was broken inch by inch...

This scene was a little too horrible, so horrible that it made the scalp numb. Chen Liuhe was frightened and his pupils contracted violently.

He was immersed in the violent scene containing the aura of destruction, unable to extricate himself for a long time, and a huge wave in his heart was stirred up.

Blood Sea Sword Intent! Is this the power of Blood Sea Sword Intent after the Mahayana?

Can it change the color of the world?

Just when Chen Liuhe was thinking this way.

Suddenly, the amazing scene in front of me disappeared without warning.

Chen Liuhe, who was lying on the bed, woke up suddenly and stood up.

He was already sweating profusely.

The terror on his face and eyes still did not disappear, and it was extremely rich.

Obviously, the dream just now was still echoing in his mind, and he remembered it very clearly.

"It turned out to be a dream."

Chen Liuhe took a deep breath and said, his pale face full of fear.

"What's going on with this dream?

It's too real. Who is the old man in the dream?

Is that kind of strange phenomenon in heaven and earth really caused by the sword intent of the sea of ​​blood?

That was a little incredible.”

Chen Liuhe took deep breaths continuously and muttered to himself, making it difficult to calm down.

He raised his arms and wiped the sweat from his head.

The old man in the dream left a deep impression on Chen Liuhe. His shocking majesty was unprecedented in Chen Liuhe. His majestic posture seemed to be challenging God.

Just when he stood there, his hands were carried behind him, he actually showed an invincible attitude in the world.

"Who is that old man?

Is it really my devil grandfather?"

Chen Liuhe murmured, thinking like this.

Immediately, he couldn't help laughing.

He had never seen his own deceased grandfather. He would dream of an old man in his dream, and he was just acquainted with his own fabrication.

As for his deceased grandfather who asked him to dream of it, Chen Liuhe could not believe such a mysterious ghost logic.

Perhaps, there is really something mysterious in this world, and it cannot be explained by normal principles, but Chen Liuhe is still skeptical!

After calming down his chaotic mood, Chen Liuhe gradually calmed down.

He remembered the blood-colored picture of the sword lights everywhere in his dream. The sky and the earth were covered with blood. It was so shocking!

The old man waved his hand and saw thousands of swords appear, shattering everything between heaven and earth.

The power was so powerful that it was unimaginable that Chen Liuhe suffered a huge impact in his heart.

Not to mention seeing him, he never thought about living before!

Chen Liuhe kept recalling the moment the old man waved his arm in his mind, repeatedly pondering.

That simple waving of arms contained a wonderful mystery, including thousands of things, which made Chen Liuhe understand.

The influence of that moment was constantly replaying in his mind, as if he could get some insight from it.

Little did he know that Chen Liuhe sat down for a whole morning, and the only scene in his mind was waving his arms for that moment.

One morning, he was just immersed in this simple action, and he was studying the mystery!

Finally, Chen Liuhe's eyes became clearer, and he turned his mind from his thoughts.

There was a hint of unspeakable excitement in his eyes, and his face was filled with joy.

He felt that he had really learned something from it, and he couldn't wait to give it a try.

Without saying a word, Chen Liuhe grabbed the "drum" placed at the head of the bed and rushed out, heading straight to the rocks of the cliff.

When he arrived here, Chen Liuhe held his breath and concentrated again, realizing the enlightenment he had obtained.

Suddenly, he moved and swung his blood-red sword out.

The sword light was like a terrifying geese, rising up under the scorching sun, as if to cover the flames.

"No! It's not that feeling, the momentum is different, it's completely different."

Chen Liuhe frowned deeply, this sword was different from what he imagined.

But Chen Liuhe was not discouraged and continued to wield his long sword.

Blood Sea Sword Intent is actually not a sword move with one move.

More is a kind of trend! a kind of artistic conception!

If the sword intent of the Blood Sea can be understood thoroughly, then the sword can be so vibrant and extremely terrifying!

At the same time, it can also evolve countless sword moves!

This is the true meaning of the Blood Sea Sword Intent. No move is better than a move, and no recruitment is ten thousand moves!

Chen Liuhe had been waving the blood-red sword and slashed out with one sword.

The space was torn apart and the air was destroyed, as if they were going to compete with the fiery sun. The scene was fierce and violent!

He worked tirelessly for the whole afternoon, as if he didn't know what fatigue was, and kept repeating the same action!

But this afternoon, there seemed to be no obvious progress.
Chapter completed!