Chapter 2834: Lonely road
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boom! Rumble!
The buzz of the heavens continues, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, such as the heart beats, and every time there is a roar, the mind of the world trembles.
"Three days and two ends, where's the noise."
"God knows, maybe it's another demon who is making trouble."
"There is always a disaster."
Under the sky, there are many murmurs, too many people look at the empty eyes, and they are all in the haze, and the monk's hunch is mostly fulfilled.
I don't know when the roar extinguished.
Ye Chen closed his eyes. The light of the eyes was uncertain. The same was true of the sword stance on his side. Although he was not as powerful as Ye Chenqiang, he could not be perceived as weaker than Ye Chen.
"Send me into a black hole," Jianzun said.
"It's not good inside," Ye Chen laughed.
"I realize the Tao in solitude, and I want to get the original heart." Jian Zun smiled slightly, his eyes were ancient and waveless. The so-called original heart, also the Tao heart, was in the boundless darkness that precipitated his Supreme Kendo.
Ye Chen didn't say much anymore, the palm of his hand was gently placed on the shoulder of Jian Zun, and he gave a large reincarnation.
Reappearance, the two are already in the black hole.
"If the seniors are free, they will help find a demon, a living demon." Ye Chen coughed. "The younger ones are of great use, don't use a sword to ash."
Jian Zun heard it, knowing that Ye Chen looked at him before, why it was so strange, his sword didn't matter, the whole Ye Chen was embarrassed, and finally he found a living demon who was chopped into the ghost gate by his sword It ’s so difficult to find it again.
Sword prince did not speak, turned silently, step by step farther and farther, went straight to the depths of darkness, the back of Xiao Se vicissitudes, unique loneliness and arrogance.
Ye Chen took a deep breath and watched him go. It should be understood that the old ancestor of swordsmanship had seen through the red dust and wanted to realize in solitude.
In the era of Emperor Dao's failure, Emperor Dao's repression was weakened to an absolute minimum, and the speed was getting faster and faster. Anyone could become emperor.
It wasn't until the back of Jianzun disappeared in the dark that Ye Chen turned around, or pressed the impulse of Blast Hammer Jianzun, that is Mo Qin, who was in danger, and sold his paintings all over the sky.
Again, he became a avatar.
This is another March.
In March, the starry sky of the heavens is much calmer than before, and no Honghuang people have been found, but the sound of thunder, but it sounds every three to five, is louder than ever, like the death knell from hell, shaking the heart, Too many people are awakened in their dreams.
"Another precursor to the catastrophe."
At the peak of the forbidden zone in the sky, King Tianjing looked up at Cangyu, and his worry was hard to hide.
"It's time to catch up."
Huangquan Heavenly King wandered, and there was anxiety in his eyes, but there was more determination than Tianxu Heavenly King.
Hey!
The other kings sighed, worried and determined, and the fatigue was engraved. They have witnessed numerous vicissitudes of life, but they have also been worn out by the years.
Deep in the black hole, Ye Chen settled and looked into the distance.
There, there is a sea of blood, the blood-colored clouds are hazy, and sometimes they can smell the ghosts and sorrows. Rao is Ye Chen's state of mind, which is unavoidable. There are too many evil thoughts and evil thoughts, which have already produced evil spirits.
Ye Chen's feet gave birth to a sea of golden immortals, swallowing the sky and drowning the sea of blood. The evil spirits in it, like the ghosts wailing, could not escape his extermination. That should be a relief.
The sea of blood was swallowed up, and the purple gold gourd flew out again, sucking a trace of emperor's treasure, because the sea of blood was once a battlefield, and there was also emperor participating in the battle.
This way, like this battlefield, Ye Chen saw too much.
It is not difficult to imagine that in the ancient times, the battle between the heavenly court and the first holy body and the demon spread to how wide the area was. There is a broken emperor's sake.
Unfortunately, after walking back and forth for a few months, they never saw the broken Emperor soldiers.
It's an endless journey.
The sword's back is lonely, why is Ye Chen's back like a ghost, wandering in the boundless darkness, and continue to look for the living demon.
He has traveled far enough and is not sure whether the darkness he was in has ever been there. When he set out to search the heavens from Dachu, he spent a hundred years in a black hole. In those years, he did n’t know what light was.
I do not know the first few days, he came out of the black hole.
In the distance, the galaxy river is turbulent, the starry sea is turbulent, and the bright starlight is like carrying a long story, shining through the long starry sky, and also reflecting the vicissitudes.
It was the Xuanhuang Xinghai, wrapped in a monk's holy land.
Ye Chen sacrificed to the gate of the field and crossed the sea of stars.
When he fell again, he was already a desolate Beiyue.
The wilderness under the night, quiet and peaceful, the ancient cities, like pearls, are inlaid on the ground, and the clouds and mists are hazy.
No one knows that the Eucharist has come to the wilderness, where all the monks gather, all the legends of the Eucharist.
Ye Chen crossed the ancient star, crossed a river of east and west, and stopped in front of a mountain. Inside it, there was a large realm of space, the large realm of Jiuli, the hometown of Beisheng.
Hum!
With a buzzing sound, a sky-high light gate propped up.
Ye Chen lifted her foot and stepped in.
Now that Xuanhuang has come, how can there be no reason for the Jiuli ethnic group? It is the princess of this tribe who sacrificed her body and washed his magic barrier with the power of the pure world.
Still the steep mountain peak, Ye Chen dropped gently.
Upon entering, I saw a grave, also the tomb of Beisheng, with a small tombstone engraved with her name: Jiuli Muxue.
This was him. For the first time, he saw the name of Beisheng. It was very dazzling. His mind was stunned and hazy, as if he saw the woman in white again, holy and immaculate, like a fairy in a dream.
"coming."
Behind him, a hoarse word sounded, a figure has been transfigured, it is the Lord of the Nine Races, and also the father of Beisheng. At the age of maturity, he has gray hair, a slightly drowsiness on his lower back, and more sorrow in his eyes.
Ye Chen stood still, leaning his hands, it was a gift for the juniors and a gift of guilt. It was his daughter who saved him with his life. He owed the North Saint and owed the father. These years, the father without his daughter should have had a hard time.
"She chose, you don't need to blame yourself."
Jiuli Shengzhu laughed farewell, and went to Beisheng tomb to dust his daughter for years.
Under the moon, there are petals flying, reflecting the starlight moonlight, colorful, one piece after another, falling on the grave, and the fragrance of flowers overflows, like the fragrance of a woman.
The breeze blew, a woman's phantom, shocked, and in the world, also facing Ye Chen, looked back and smiled, her sweetness is all over the world.
Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.
"You read that right, it's Cher from my house."
Jiuli Holy Lord laughed.
"She ... still?" Ye Chen asked in a hurry.
"Live in the hearts of my Jiuli people." The Lord of Jiuli sat and raised the jug. "You should have heard the power of devotion. It is because of my devotion and the immortal law of my people that we gathered together. That shadow. "
Ye Chen didn't say a word, his eyes flashed with light.
The power of worship, he has heard of it, it is a mysterious power, intangible and intangible, but it really exists, such as Taoism, Buddhist temples, temples, etc. Many people worship, similar to incense, and similar to the Buddhist power. Gathered invisibly, many become spiritual.
"Spirit is hope."
Ye Chen's eyes were like a torch, and the eyes of the Jiuli Master were full of hope.
"In the history of my tribe, there is no precedent for those who were resurrected this way. From beginning to end, they are just a ghost." Jiuli Shengzhu shook his head helplessly.
"The junior believes she can be resurrected."
Ye Chen left a word, turned around, stepped out of the Jiuli, and went straight to Huangquan restricted area.
