Chapter 2743: Emperor Meaning Realm

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Go to fairyland, dominate the palace.

Yin Ming held the wine glass and looked at the party with interest.

There, there was a hazy fairy-tale shadow, a glamorous gloomy shadow, slowly turning out of fantasy, dressed in a neon dress, like a fairy.

Take a closer look, isn't it Moon Moon?

Yuexin showed her body, glanced around, and frowned, as if knowing where it was, and a pair of demonic eyes, staring at him with a dim light, that was the master of heaven.

But she was puzzled, and she was still dancing in Chiyanfeng. What a moment, she arrived at the dominated palace. Do you want to summon it?

"Why, it's unexpected." Yin Ming smiled faintly, and he was still standing, still holding the wine glass, his mouth slightly tilted, and the smile was amused and playful.

"Taoyou is really a good tool." Yuexin said indifferently, with a look of indifference like ice, without the slightest fear, without looking at Yin Ming.

"Going to the Nether, your wings are so hard that you dare to call the widow as a Taoist friend." Yin Ming smiled again, settled in front of Yuyue Xin, gently stretched her fingers, and raised her chin. As if appreciating the artwork, looking at Yuexin's cheek, "The disciples of the Three Emperors are born with natural beauty."

Yuexin's heart was silent, and she raised her hand and pushed away. In the indifference, there was another touch of disgust. In her expression, she still had no fear at all, only because she had experienced strong winds and waves.

"It's strong, and I like it." Yin Ming smiled, took a sip of wine, and then went behind Yuexin's body. He lifted a strand of Yuexin's hair and gently sniffed the fragrance of the woman. His expression was quite pleasant.

Huh!

The sound of the sword swelled out, and a dagger was added to Yuexin's hand, glowing with cold light, but instead of piercing the heavenly master, he inserted into his own god.

The moment she showed up, she had a certain realization.

This Yin Ming is to take her hostage! If you want to take her, you must fight against the Emperor Chu and the King of Shura. Knowing this, you can't let Yin Ming succeed. She broke the square early to be the right path. She is not afraid of death.

Unfortunately, her strength is poor, otherwise this sword will be stabbed by Yin Ming, who can only kill herself if he can't kill the master of heaven.

"It's not stupid." Yin Ming laughed with a playful smile, raised his hand only slightly, and banned Yuexin. "The widow doesn't let you die, you can't die. Without your bait, why go fishing for that big fish."

"Dominant in the heavenly courts, so playing tricks, not afraid of future generations to laugh?" Yue Xin said coldly.

"When they are destroyed, the widows dominate the realm of heaven, all the world remembers is the great achievements of the lord."

"You are pitiful."

"Fine teeth." Yin Ming wasn't angry. He finally turned around and sipped a glass of wine quite comfortably before he waved his hands casually. "Take it for me, I will take care of it."

Ordered, two immortals came in and took away the heart of the moon.

The heart of the moon has become like a magpie, and it has no power to bind the chicken. It is impossible to commit suicide. It only looks to the side, looking towards nothingness, as if it can see the mountains of Huashan across the endless gamut, and its eyes are full of worry.

"Where is it?" On the Chiyan Peak, Taiyi and Taibai both turned around and looked for it. A big living person said it would be gone.

His life was silent, his eyes were dim, and there was always an ominous premonition.

Tianzun's eyes were faint, and he didn't say a word. He turned around and went straight to the bottom of Huashan Mountain. He wanted to find Ye Chen. He is proficient in deduction, and he can find clues.

At the bottom of Huashan Mountain, what he saw was the purple sea of ​​clouds. With all his eyesight, he could only see Ye Chen faintly. He was no longer sitting in a sitting position, but was lying in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds. There is no sign to wake up.

"Ye Chen, wake up quickly." Shura Tianzun passed on the sound of God's consciousness, his tone was a little sharp.

For a long time, no response was heard.

In other words, Ye Chen couldn't hear.

At this moment, he is still in the imperial connotation of the imperial world, the enchanting world, the immortal atmosphere, the hazy rain and mist, the mountains and rivers, the trees and the trees, all seemingly illusionary. The Qing is real and illusory, but I figured it out, but I couldn't find a way out. Since being pulled in by Di Yun that day, I haven't gone out, and I don't know how to go out.

"Don't make trouble, there are still wars outside."

Ye Chen scolded, standing on the top of the mountain, staring at the endless glances, glancing around the world, deducing it every day, trying to find the flaws in this artistic conception.

However, his vision was limited and he could see nothing.

This artistic realm is more mysterious than he imagined. Qiankun is always changing, even more evil than not Zhoushan. His evolution of Zhoutian needs to keep up with Qiankun's changes to find the way out.

"Hong Jun, you'll have a lot!"

Ye Chen's face turned black, and he scolded Daozu again, even with his family's eighteen generations of ancestors, greeting him one by one, and melded your emperor's essence, and brought in Lao Tzu. Still fighting, you are stuck here for Lao Tzu.

With a curse, he went down the mountain, walked along one side, crossed a sea, crossed a field of Cangyuan, and walked all the way.

Emperor Yun's artistic world is more extraordinary than he imagined. Dao Yun is completely natural. He can see the chaotic Taoism. Ling Tian is dangling. It is like a rain of light. Although it can be seen, it cannot be touched.

Ye Chen stopped again, bathed in Tao Ze, and listened to the sounds of the road.

Daozu Hongjun is also a body of chaos and the first person who became the emperor of chaos. His understanding of the way of chaos has surpassed the avenue. Only the perception of chaos is far above him.

Emperor implied the realm, no day or night.

Ye Chen stopped and walked, there was chaos wherever he went, and he could hear the sounds of the heavens on the road. The initiates of chaos, the Taoism in his body can also resonate with it, intertwining with the Supreme Taoism.

Of course, compared to Dao Yun, Ye Chen is now more concerned about the war, whether it is still fighting, whether it has ended, whether the heaven has won, or whether the lower world has won. The legendary Jiang Taigong has regained control.

These, as far as he is concerned, are unknown. They are trapped in the imperial realm of the emperor, completely isolated from the outside world, and others cannot call themselves.

Another mountain, he stopped slightly.

Looking up at the sky, a figure stood on a steep mountain peak, which was not real, but illusory, and the purple robe fluttered like Ruoxian.

Ye Chen stepped on, fixed his eyes and stared.

The illusive purple robe man saw his human form but no honor, so he stood upside down, looking back at him, although he was illusive, but Ye Chen could feel the power of the emperor from him. , And a vicissitudes and ancient times.

Ye Chen touched his chin and determined that this was Daozu. To be precise, it was a trace of Daozu's remnant in Diyun, and Diyun was there.

Looking at it, Ye Chen moved. Since then, he kicked him up and wanted to hammer this old way. Since he came to Heaven, he bumped against the wall, and he was so full of fire that he couldn't find Taoist ancestors. His imprint is out of breath, such as kicking.

Then he heard the boom.

Xu was too hard, and Daozu's imprinted body was illusory. His foot was empty, and it didn't matter if it was empty. This inattentive planted the top of the mountain. Although his body was also illusory, he fell on the ground but there was The sound, the roar of thieves is loud.

Ye Chen got up, and was very embarrassed. When he fell outside, it was all tickling, but in this emperor's realm, he fell down and all hurt.

"Your sister." Ye Chen cursed, quite puzzled, her body was all illusory, and one foot should work, supposedly. Failed to clean up the ancestral mark of the ancestor, he fell a half disabled.

Huh!

When he scolded his mother, he suddenly heard Jianming.

When you look at the top of the mountain again, Dao Zu's imprinted hand has an imaginary sword, and there is a chaotic Tao that is entangled, and it is the Tao sword.

Under his gaze, the imposing manner of Daozu's imprint instantly climbed, full of Jidao Diwei, shocked the whole artistic realm, and buzzed.

Ye Chen coughed suddenly, feeling chilly all over, always feeling the ancestor's imprint, quite revenge, want to take him away, let him develop a memory.

"I didn't hold it again." Ye Chen smiled.

In fact, he was thinking too much. The imprint of Daozu's imprint was condensed to invisible for a moment, and he still stood on the top of the mountain. The quiet dancing sword was slow in one move and one move, but that one move and one move were infused. On Tao Yun, there are endless changes.

Ye Chen was fascinated, and his mood was bleak.

Before thinking too much, he set foot on top of the mountain one more step, and he also had a Dao sword in his hand. He learned Dao Zu's sword tricks, dancing gently, imitating Dao Zu's spirit.

This dance, I do not know how long.

Going to the top of the mountain again, Daozu's brand has dissipated. Only Ye Chen is left on it. He still holds the Daojian and waved it. From Daozu's sword strokes, he occasionally gets a sense of the truth of the Tao and calmly realizes in the dancing sword.

Strangely, accompanied by his sword dancing, this emperor has a realm of change, Qiankun is changing, the mountains and mountains are out of place, the river and the river are flowing backwards, and even a plant of flowers and grass is also withered and tender, not only Once in a cycle, a different vitality glowed.

The biggest change is that this artistic state has more days and nights, and then spring, summer, autumn, and winter. It appears from time to time, following a certain trajectory, changing back and forth, Qiankun still changes, he seems to keep up with the rhythm.

As night fell, he finally took the sword.

Although his eyes were open and closed, his deep eyes had a different kind of spirit, and he was still evolving in his eyes at this moment, and became a vast starry sky.

"Interesting." Ye Chen murmured, stepping out of the mountain, walking on Qiankun, reflecting the starlight moonlight, heading straight for the distance.

His back, in this state of mind, is quite small and thin, step by step, walking endlessly without knowing where to go.

He is standing still, but a sea.

Above the sea, the stars in the night sky are very dazzling. Ye Chen looked up quietly, the deeper he looked at the eyes, and the brighter the eyes.

In the gloom of the star, he seemed to see Daozu.

In addition to Daozu, there is also a shadow of Qian, a hazy fairy-like body full of dreams, born like Chu Xuan and Chu Ling, who is the same as Chu Xuan when he grows up, and may be standing at the very end of ancient times.

"Ancient Heavenly Court Empress?" Ye Chen whispered, looking at it with such a godlike attitude, but only the ancient Heavenly Court Emperor was matched, and there is no other age.

Under his watch, Dao Zuhongjun and the ancient emperor Tiantian seemed to be discussing.

It's not accurate to say that it was Daozu who was hit by a hammer, but he didn't even support a move. He was slapped by the emperor and out of the clouds.