Chapter 3008: Twenty-five years

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The rumbling sound was finally annihilated, and the entire starry sky fell into tranquility. Whether it was the Emperor Donghuang or the Eucharist Ye Chen, it became an eternal moment, and the Great Eucharist and the Emperor fighting side by side would also become an eternal myth.

Ye Chen smiled tiredly, and there was blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. It was he who laughed, and the concubine was also laughing. In painful support, Ye Chen is also in painful support, the backlash of the dream road, the two are shared equally.

Fortunately, they did. When the emperor had no time to take care of him, he destroyed a great emperor.

Accompanied by a ray of star breeze, the concubine fell, and Ye Chen fell. No matter who it was, she had white hair fluttering. She had sacrificed Shou Yuan when she was fighting the magic of heaven and earth; At the time of the Nine Emperor, he had also sacrificed Shou Yuan. All of them were old and unbearable.

"senior."

Ji Ningshuang came by instantly, holding the concubine. At the moment of touching, there was a touch of ancient tenderness, which was Ye Chen's tenderness, remaining on the concubine. The concubine fainted, and he returned to his dream. I do not know what year will come again, perhaps, it will be a long time.

"I'll take you home."

The empress had tears in her eyes, I do n’t know if she said to her concubine, or to Ye Chen, her back was also stained with blood, so old and vicissitudes. In this battle, Ye Chen and her concubine were injured, and she also In the same way, the vein of the desolate ancient Eucharist is too terrible, and the sacred demon of Dacheng is more terrible. It is far stronger than the peak emperor. It is far more difficult to kill the demon than it is to kill the peak emperor.

The woman is gone, the starry sky is still quiet, the world is still thinking about it, the God of War is back, and a middle-level emperor is slaughtered, all seemingly dreaming.

It took a long time for the monks in the heavens to pass by the gods, and they stepped involuntarily. From Cangyu, the figures, like streams, gathered at the gates of the heavens of Dachu. Most people were secretly tearing away, too many people Weeping tears.

"The Eucharist has never let people down."

The emperor took a deep breath, showing a slightly old posture, and rejuvenating young. After the horrors of the heavens, he laughed for the first time without such a burden. The little emperor will be the most amazing deity in history. Wasteland is beyond reach.

Daozu didn't speak, but his expression showed everything, except for the East God Yaochi, he had never been so pleased to a junior, this era, because of him, will rise again, and will create a new generation of glory .

The Jade Girl Peak under the moon is peaceful and peaceful.

On the clouds under the old tree, the concubine was sleeping comfortably.

On the side of the cloud, Ji Ningshuang was spraying a piece of Caixia, helping her concubine to heal her wounds, and helping her to eliminate the potential backlash of dreams. Every time there was one, there would be two lines of tears.

"Jiu Niang, will Dad be resurrected?"

Ye Ling was also there, still tearing.

"can."

Ji Ningshuang smiled softly and never questioned.

Tonight's Dachu, many people came, even the retired old guys ran, never went to Hengyue, didn't dare to disturb, only looked from a distance, and the emperor was at ease.

For three days, there was no movement in Yunv Peak.

The concubine's pale cheeks finally had a touch of rosy, and the dream Tao immortal was taboo. Thanks to Ji Ningshuang's casting, she barely erased the backwash of dreams.

But she still didn't wake up.

Ye Ling kept walking in front of the clouds, holding a small handkerchief in her hand, and wiped tears for the concubine. I do n’t know if it was concubine or Ye Chen.

More than a dozen long bright lights are hanging around, guarding silently, one after another, the swaying fire, can see the crystal light, it should be tears, hidden in the soul.

Ji Ningshuang set foot on the mountain and sat cross-legged.

Under the moon, he is immaculate and dreamlike. In understanding the way of dreams, he also hopes to see through the magic method of calling people to dream. If there is anyone to sacrifice to change his life, she will not hesitate. Do it, do not want to concubine.

It is a pity that the dream way is too mysterious. Even though she is emperor, it is difficult to understand. This is far from her concubine.

The breeze was light, and there was blood dripping from the corners of her mouth.

When she opened her eyes again, her concubine was standing in front of her, smiling at her.

"senior."

Ji Ningshuang stood up and bowed a gift.

This ceremony does not matter, the concubine's ruddy cheeks, pale and pale, the blood in the corners of the mouth, again flowing, not because the wound was not cured, it was her, who could not afford the emperor's courtesy.

Just as Ji Ningshuang worshipped Ye Chen and Ye Fan, the musk in front of Ye Chen's grave could barely ignite; but the musk in front of Ye Fan's grave could not be ignited.

Because she is Emperor.

Her etiquette, except for the Supreme, can withstand everyone.

This is the mediocre law.

In the deep, there is an order of its own that the Emperor cannot reverse.

"I will resurrect him and pull him back to earth."

Concubine smiled, gentle and gentle.

She went away and drifted away.

Reflecting the vicissitudes of life, there will be such an obsession, which belongs to the exclusive Emperor Chen Huang.

Many years ago, at the moment when Ming Wu called people to dream, she had some kind of awareness: in this life, she was destined to die for one person.

Not only Ye Chen, but also her husband and Da Chu Chen Huang, who was engraved with the mark of dreams and the dream contract by her, had been stunned, hesitated, and changed her life. Ye Chen changed his life for Xuan Chen.

In the end, she chose the former.

Ye Chen is the great sanctified body, the **** of war of the heavens. The significance of his existence is far from Xuanchen, or, between the heavens and the affection, he chose Cangsheng.

This kind of awareness is not for everyone.

She is also tired. She also wants to return to the roots, and wants to chase Xuanchen as soon as possible, and resurrect Ye Chen will be her only conviction that she is alive. This is her mission and will help Cang Sheng complete it.

"Out."

Seeing the concubine coming out of the mountain, the Quartet all got up collectively.

Beyond Hao Mi, you can see the dreamy shadow of Princess Fei, with white hair and white hair, just like a fairy from a dream. On him, there is always a figure of Ye Chen.

Walking and walking, Concubine disappeared. An attempt to summon dreams was not too successful. She needed more years of enlightenment to complete the anti-law against the sky.

"Grandpa, will concubine die?"

"Yes, the moment when the Eucharist reappears on earth, is when her soul returns for nine days."

"Fate ... for life?"

"Everything comes at a price."

The conversation between the juniors and the older ones continued one after another.

The secret of dreams is well known to the world.

Afterwards, there was a sense of grief, and the world was darkened.

The concubine's departure is ten years.

For ten years, the world had never seen her again, as if the world had evaporated. Even the emperor went to find her in person, but no trace was found.

In the eleventh year, Nan Mingyu rinsed them, all reshaped the Yuanshen, all molded the body of the immortal, all tears burst into tears.

The small bamboo forest of the Jade Girl Peak at night, sad and twilight, is to worship the Fox Fairy, and also to worship Ye Fan and Ye Chen.

In the twelfth year, Di Xuan awoke.

"Aunt."

When he came to Hengyue again, Ye Ling's call, Emperor Xuan who cried and laughed with tears. How many vicissitudes of life, for the first time, has the tenderness of home. Whether Ye Chen is her brother or not, she acknowledges the affection.

Compared to her brother Emperor, the tenth emperor of Dachu seems to be more reliable.

At least, Ye Chen had abducted her a bunch of sister-in-laws, and wanted the emperor to have the emperor, the emperor to have the emperor, and a young emperor-level niece.

In the thirteenth year, the demon king Yujiang was resurrected.

At night, he carried a jug and sprinkled a cloud of wine in front of the statues of the emperor and the emperor. There was only one of him, Dachu Nine Emperor and Dachu Nine King, and his mood was extremely sad. Years, too many nagging.

In the fourteenth year, the Son of the Sun and the Moon and King Wu of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty both returned to earth.

When the world saw him again, they were worshipped in front of the statues of the emperors of the heavens. His lips were stubble, his long hair was silver, and they stood side by side. The feet stood for nine days before turning silently.

In the fifteenth year, Long Jie opened his eyes with tears.

The Canglong tribe was almost annihilated, including him, and there were less than ten people in the entire race.

The words of the past are taciturn and silent, and always sit alone at the grave of the goddess of the spiritual tribe in the middle of the night, and also have his wife in the spiritual soul of heaven.

When the real yin and yang were separated, he knew what was love, and then he really forgot who Yaochi was. In his memory, all his wife's figure was engraved, and he looked back at him and smiled.

The annual rings in the world have not stopped turning due to departure.

In the following ten years, there were many remnants of adult souls, all of whom were found by Ji Ningshuang in their early years, and all returned to earth.

But those are just a few of them. Compared with the heroic souls who died in battle, the number is negligible. Emperor Fei is omnipotent. Sometimes, what he can do is really limited.

Twenty-five years.

During this time, the emperor had not been to Jade Peak, and on the peak, it was twenty-five years after sitting.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

Beside her, there was a constant buzzing.

It was an emperor's homage. To be precise, it was a broken emperor. It took her twenty-five years to see the emperor's artifacts reshape and take shape. The imprints and consciousness hidden in the emperor's soldiers also returned. It takes countless years of worship to recover.

That night, she sent the emperor's tools out of the Jade Girl Peak, flying like gods of light, to their respective ancestors.

For twenty-five years, she stepped out of Hengyue for the first time and walked across the starry sky in search of her concubine.

That year, after the concubine left, she never appeared again.

The goddess's consciousness was walking in the stars every day, and she had never seen her concubine. It seemed that the world had evaporated.

"I've met the Empress."

Starry sky with many silhouettes and strange faces, seeing her from afar, they bowed and salute.

Those are the descendants of the new generation.

In the past twenty-five years, the heavens have no war and no invasion in the outer world. Under the guardianship of the Empress, the new generation of Tianjiao, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, has risen one by one to become bright stars, which will lead the new generation of glory.

One world is one, for the heavens, it is a creation, spiritual power, and origin. In these twenty-five years, every day will be a strong point, no matter the older generation, the younger one, or the demon, or More or less, there are nirvana and metamorphosis. Almost every day, there are signs of a calamity.

In the age of recuperation, after the catastrophe, the vitality gradually recovered, and the vitality was once again magnificent.

On the other side of Xinghe, the female emperor settled silently.

This starry sky has the concubine's breath, but it is left over many years ago. Most of the concubine is not in reality, it should be in a dream, and a real person dreams. Her dream ca n’t be found by the empress, and she can only smell it. To the remaining qi.

After standing for a long time, she raised her foot again, raised her cheek slightly, and looked at the starry sky of Miao Meng quietly. She could clearly see her emperor's imprint. She was holding the whole sky and the entire sky, and she wanted to make a new emperor. It is necessary to break the repression.

In addition to her imprint, she also found the imprints of the emperors of the past. Those imprints will be infinitely weak and will never dissipate. They are immortal than the real emperors. The emperors of all ages have been buried forever, and their imprints are still there.

This is exactly why the later emperors are generally stronger than their predecessors, because the succeeding emperors will suffer more imperial imprints than their predecessors.

Relatively speaking, the stronger the pressure in the underworld, the stronger the accumulators will be.

As for her, it should be the product of Emperor Dao's change.

In this regard, the two emperors of Tianming can give a good explanation, but there is no vision of the emperor, but against the sky, she is the first in the history of the heavens. If the historical trajectory has not changed, the emperor will be the sword lord, It is precisely because of changes that there are more variables.

In the starry sky, the female emperor drifted away.

Nine days later, I saw her appearing in the wild wasteland, and on a quiet night, she entered the Holy Land of Yaochi.

Deep in the Yaochi Lake, she was manifested suddenly, and looked at a lotus beside the lake quietly.

It was colorful and exquisite flowers, bathed in moonlight, crystal clear, the treasure of alchemy, the outside world has disappeared.

The reason she came here was to revisit it for the first time, and for the colorful flower, because she smelled a very familiar soul in the flower.

"Donghuang is too hearty."

The emperor murmured lightly, and the scent of soul power was the heart of Dong Huang Taixin. The world can't smell it, but it is hard to escape the emperor's peep.

After looking at it for a long time, the female emperor looked up again, exhausted her divine eyesight, and looked up again at the vastness of nothingness.

Are there samsara in these heavens?

"Sister."

A soft whisper interrupted her thoughts.

Yao Xin is here, with white hair and white hair.

Today, she is already the fairy mother of the Holy Land of Yaochi, but she has a lot of faces, and there are unseasoned tears in her eyes. A jade pendant on her head is exceptionally bright under the moon. Love token.

After the catastrophe, it has been more than twenty years, and Emperor Xuanyuan has also been killed for more than twenty years. He always dreams of him.

The empress reached out and wiped the tear marks on her eyes, some kind of grief, some kind of scars, she knew and had experienced, it was more uncomfortable than heartbreaking.

In the moonlight, she left again. Before leaving, she took away the colorful and delicate words and went to purgatory.

For some secrets, she needs to seek proof from purgatory.

Today's purgatory is also deserted, except for those killed in the war, most of them are sleeping, and most of them are juniors. It is difficult to see the emperor, and the number is extremely rare.

This past and present, this is her. When she first came to the restricted area and really stepped in, she realized that the restricted area is extraordinary. There are ancient details hidden in the depths. Rao is hard to see through.

"I've met the Empress."

He who bows and salutes is the Prince of Purgatory.

Today, he is the King of Purgatory, and although he is far older than the Empress, he still has a gift.

"All heavens, there is reincarnation."

The empress whispered, asking the purgatory prince, but also in the depths, to get an accurate answer.

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