Chapter 3321: Eternal song

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The female emperor stood lightly, looking up at Cang Mian, looking through the void, but not through the illusion, let alone through the original time and space, even at the peak.

So far, Ye Chen has been away for many days.

But she knew that the flow of time between the two time and space must be different.

Perhaps, there have been hundreds of years.

Chu Lingyu and Hong Chenxue were also there, waiting silently, since they didn't want Ye Chen and Hong Chen to have an accident, either of them would never come.

boom! Rumble!

Huangdi roams endlessly, and he will come every few days.

Today, it is different.

The Holy Demon Realm, Evil Demon Realm, and Heaven Demon Realm all have the calamity of the Desolate Emperor, and they are the same instant catastrophe. Looking at the two eras, this is unparalleled in the ages, and the movement is not ordinary. At least two of Huang Dijie's demons must be buried in Heavenly Tribulation, because there is only one Huang Dijie.

The truth is more embarrassing than imagined.

At least two dead, obviously not enough, the three domains were directly rounded up, no one advanced, all souls were scattered, and the same instant catastrophe was also buried in the same instant.

"Damn it."

Not to mention a generation of holy demon, even the emperor Tian and Huang frowned, what kind of situation is this, one death one after another, is in the dark, lacking the good fortune?

No one gave an answer.

Certain secrets are unknown to God, let alone them.

This day, not only Huang Dijie.

The universe just fell silent, and there was nothingness, a black sun evolved, and then the second round, the third round... until the seventh round.

However, they are all illusory.

"Here is the demon to charge the Qisha again?" Too many new emperors frowned. Although they were not very clear, they could vaguely see, the power of destruction was slowly gathering.

"As expected."

The gods carried the wine flask and spoke slowly. Last time the celestial demon charged the seven evil spirits by the future man and Ye Chen jointly destroying it, it was only temporary, the heaven was there, the celestial demon charged the seven evil spirits, and manifestation was only a matter of time. That's the difference.

"Time is running out, don't regret it."

Emperor Ming stroked his beard and said something very deep. As he said, he did not forget to glance at the emperor, including Emperor Xuan and Emperor Gui, with slanted eyes.

Meaning! It is still obvious:

The one called the Mengmo, if you want to tease, please, what face you want.

Is this a problem with the face?

The emperor was honest, and if he was shameless, he could abduct the dream monster home, which would be easier to handle. The problem is that he can't resist beating! That girl will kill him.

"These four are funny."

Many Heavenly Sovereigns took a deep breath, the illusion of the Heavenly Demon rushing towards the Qisha all came out, the era of destruction has gradually begun, and the entire heavens are actively preparing for war. With regard to these four goods, they also put aside the discussion about the wife. Japan is not a special product, but a collector's edition. It seems that I haven't done a serious thing.

Used to it.

The emperors of the heavens are very calm, and the folk customs are such that they are unreliable when they are unreliable. When they are serious, they are all madmen, and they are fierce.

Original time and space.

In the blank universe, Ye Chen sat cross-legged, not enlightening, but listening to the eternal fairy tune, the wisps of piano sound, still seemingly faintly resounding.

The sound of the piano is melodious, ancient and beautiful.

Compared with it, Ye Chen wants to know who the piano player is. He can play such a fairy tune. It is by no means an ordinary god. I don’t know whether it is a coincidence or deliberately that he can lead the Xingzi Xiaowa away. If he learns this Qu, in the changing time and space, most of it can also attract the little baby. If you can find it, it is hope.

This sitting took many years.

Even though the universe of the sky has become a blank, there is no concept of time, but Ye Chen has eternity, can record the years, about a thousand years.

He hasn't moved at all for this thousand years.

And the little baby, who has not returned for a thousand years, only that eternal song will resound every hundred years, and every time I listen to it, it seems to have a different story, including sadness, sorrow, joy, and vicissitudes. , A piece of music played thousands of emotions, and every note is eternal beating.

Naturally, he was not wasting this millennium.

Every time there is music, he will engrave it with Tao, and then it will evolve in eternity. For him, he has studied for more than a thousand years and has not yet obtained the true meaning of music.

So, another hundred years have passed.

The eternal song seems to be annihilated, and there has been no response for a hundred years.

In the 200th year, Xiaowa came back.

Ye Chen only opened his eyes until now. The little baby who returned from going out seemed to be more depressed than before, shrugging his head, lacking energy, and no more brilliant smile that day, even when he passed by Ye Chen, it was No reaction at all.

"Dropped in love?"

Ye Chen murmured, no matter what time and space, he had never seen a little baby so decadent, like a stupid boy who went to propose a marriage, was driven out of the house by his relatives.

Of course, this is just a metaphor.

Why Xiaowa is like this, there must be an unknown secret.

This year, the little baby fell asleep.

Before Ye Chen left, he stayed by the side of the little baby, staying close to each other, studying it and peeking at it. He wanted to know what the existence above the heaven has gone through and what it is hiding. story.

However, there have been no results in a century.

It was only in the 300th year that I heard the music resounded, graceful and dreamy.

The little baby did not move, sleeping peacefully.

Ye Chen didn't move, and closed his eyes cross-legged again, meditation imprinting the eternal song.

Qin tunes come quickly and go quickly.

Looking at the sleeping baby, there are strange changes, changing the form inch by inch, or in other words, growing from the appearance of a child to a graceful young boy.

"So fresh and cooked."

Ye Chen fixed his eyes and stared, the boy in the form of a teenager, like a person.

Who is it like?

Like Zhao Yun.

When the little baby grows up to a young age, it is no longer like it, it is exactly the same as Zhao Yunsheng's. Whoever looks at it is carved out of a mold.

"Is this the secret you are hiding?"

Ye Chen put his hand in his hand, sat cross-legged, and looked up and down the little baby, and in his mouth, you were referring to Zhao Yun, knowing that it was not simple, it involved the eternal fairyland, and the little baby also involved the eternal fairyland, they were afraid Is there a weird relationship in a certain Chinese, maybe it's twin brothers, or it's the parents.

"Interesting." Ye Chen said deeply.

For some reason, seeing the face of Xiaowa nowadays, his hands are a little itchy, and I don't know whether it is because of Xiaowa or Zhao Yun.

At this time, it seems obviously the latter.

Under his testimony, the little baby grew up from youth to middle age, and then to old age, inch by inch of vicissitudes, year after year of aging, until it became a dust, scattered in the boundless unknown, even if it is Ye Chen, it is hard to find. trace.

He knew that Xiaowa was still there.

It's just that the little guy changed his way of being.

In the blink of an eye, another hundred years.

As Ye Chen had expected, the dust reunited, and then gathered into a little baby with the word punishment.

Of course, it still hasn't awakened.

The beautiful piano sound also sets the scene in time. After a hundred years, it resounds through the unknown again, with a touch of sadness, and also a touch of sadness, which has been sounding for a hundred years.

"It should be a woman."

Ye Chen muttered, listening quietly in her closed eyes, as if she could see a beautiful figure, dancing under the moon, playing the piano in the clouds, and smiling, all seemed like dreams, it was she who played an eternal song, Stirred legends and myths.

But Ye Chen exhausted his sights and couldn't see who it was.

However, no matter where you look at it, that shadow feels a bit familiar.

He still recognizes the inconsistency.

This is interesting. In eternity and outside the universe, how many secrets are hidden? Is it because he is ignorant or does not know the truth enough?

The piano sound stopped again.

Looking at Xing Zi Xiaowa, she woke up again and sat alone in a daze.

The weird change is staged again.

It was the little baby who grew into a teenager at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"So fresh and cooked."

With the same sentence, Ye Chen carried it again, and his eyes were strange.

When the little baby became a young man, there was a little more confusion in the strangeness.

This time, Xiaowa's face was not in touch with Zhao Yun, but it was exactly the same as his Ye Chen, so he looked at it and thought it was looking in the mirror.

What to do, the hands are still itchy.

Ye Dashao's expression made this statement very well.

It's because the heavens and people are not here, otherwise, they must be gratified.

Even if you look at your own face, your hands are itchy. You can see that Ye Chen is so uninviting to see you. Pick one out and want to beat you!

Nonsense is nonsense.

At the critical moment, the tenth emperor of Da Chu was still very reliable. He was watching all the time. He understood when the little baby grew up to Zhao Yun, but it was very strange to grow up to him.

what...!

When he watched, the little baby roared suddenly, which should have used all his strength, roaring up to the sky, anger and sorrow, every sound came from the soul.

Uhhhh...!

After that, it was the sob of the little baby, kneeling there, like a humble prisoner, with unkempt long hair, covering half of his face, crying tears streaming down his face.

It is eternal tears, and the light of vicissitudes is shining.

Ye Chen was silent, Xiaowa cried too painfully, he seemed to feel the same, and his soul was also aching, subconsciously touching the corner of his eyes, it was already wet.

What's wrong.

At this moment, an unprecedented confusion made Ye Chen's state of mind.

Suspicious fog, too much suspicious fog.

If Zhao Yun has a relationship with Xiaowa, then he and Xiaowa can't get rid of the relationship, otherwise there are so many people, why have they become the two because of eternity?

Hahaha...!

The little baby was like crazy, howling and crying, and then laughing again, the more he laughed, the more tears in his eyes, and I don't know whether it was crying or laughing, really like a madman.

It's gone, with a disheveled hair, like a dead body without its soul, and it has never drunk or drunk, but it walks swayingly.

Ye Chen followed silently. From the young boy's body, I didn't know it was his back, and Zhao Yun's, crying and laughing, and laughing and crying.

Gradually, he couldn't keep up with Xiaowa's pace.

It came out of the universe again, still so crazy, across the cosmic barrier, it seemed that he could hear his crying and laughing, matched with the eternal song that suddenly sounded, intertwined into a funeral song, Ye Chen couldn't help but tears. Orbital.

For 800 years since then, he has never seen the little baby again.

There is also that eternal song, which has not sounded again in these eight hundred years.

Ye Chen hasn't left yet, is still waiting, waiting for the sound of the piano, he hasn't learned it; also waiting for the little baby, who hasn't figured out its identity, has come to the original time and space, and the pure mind is stunned. He was confused and hazy.