Nianci Mountain roared and was about to collapse, billowing evil spirits raged in the sky, and the flying snow also stopped.
The little nun and the old nun were trembling and rushed over.
From a distance, I saw a scary scene: Fairy Wu Tearless was pinched by Ye Chen's neck and lifted up in the air.
"Fellow Taoist, you..." The old nun's expression changed drastically.
"Get out." Ye Chen's voice was like an eternity of thunder, causing the old nun's eardrums to rupture and she collapsed to the ground.
The little nun was frightened, her face was pale, her little body was trembling, and she didn't dare to move. Ye Chen was too scary.
"Answer my question, when will the city without tears come?" Ye Chen stared at the tearless fairy with a pair of bloody eyes, like a crazy beast.
"I don't know." The tearless fairy said softly, with an indifferent expression, and no one's emotional fluctuations. Without tears, she was ruthless. She was like a puppet, not knowing what pain was.
"What an unknown person." A cold light suddenly appeared in Ye Chen's eyes, and the thunder in the golden palm was raging, silent and cold.
The Tearless Fairy's delicate body was stained with blood, and her body began to fall into pieces. She was also a saint, so she had no power to resist.
Ye Chen had murderous intentions, and it was enough to kill her in just a moment.
"Ye Chen, don't stop." A female voice suddenly sounded, and a peerless woman appeared, it was Beisheng.
"Go away." Ye Chen scolded coldly, the Quasi-Emperor Sword manifested, he flipped his hand and slashed out of the Milky Way, unparalleled domineering.
The dignified Northern Saint was cut back with a sword before he could even come forward. Even with her fighting power, she was unable to defeat Ye Chen.
She gritted her teeth and wanted to rush forward to stop him again.
However, before she could move, a calloused hand was placed on her shoulder, making her stagnant.
Look at the person who banned her again. If you take a closer look, isn't he the old man who sells liquor in the small town at the foot of Nianci Mountain
The old man was still wearing a big cotton-padded jacket, looking like a sloppy old man. His steps were old but unpredictable.
He was so strong that he saved the Tearless Fairy with just a flick of his hand, and Ye Chen was also banned by him.
Ye Chen's eyes were red, and the blood of the ancient saint was boiling, but he couldn't break through the imprisonment, and his magic power was also blocked.
"Come with me, she didn't lie to you." The old man spoke gently, pulling Ye Chen out of Nianci Mountain.
Bei Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gently stroked the old nun's hidden wounds with his jade hand, and erased the little nun's memory before looking at the Tearless Fairy.
Fairy Wu Tear's clothes were stained with blood, but her expression was calm, surrounded by divine clouds, which covered all the scars on her body.
"Your Majesty Wangqing, you are indeed overbearing." Bei Sheng murmured softly, then turned and left to chase Ye Chen.
Here, the old man had brought Ye Chen back to the ancient town and appeared in an ordinary farmyard.
"The wine made by Fangbang will warm you up." The old man, like a kind grandfather, handed over a warm pot of turbid wine.
"Senior, who are you?" Ye Chen looked at the old man quietly, his blood-stained eyes had lost their color, the violence had gone away, and there was a trace of clarity.
"A person like you has a miserable life." The old man put his hands in his hands and looked up at Miaomiao, his old face full of nostalgia. "My wife is also in the city without tears."
"this... ..."
"Naihe Bridge! It's really helpless." The old man shook his head, smiling dryly and looking vicissitudes of life.
Ye Chen was silent, picked up the wine bottle, and took a swig. He and the old man were both suffering.
The old man should be luckier than him. He tried to cross the Naihe Bridge, but he didn't even have the chance.
For some reason, he felt angry towards the ethereal tearless city. There was obviously love in the world, but why there were no tears, leaving the world full of traces of sorrow.
God really knows how to play tricks on people. It gives people hope, but it is more disappointing than despair. The invisible big hand is playing with fate so wantonly.
The farmyard became quiet, and both of them just drank.
At some point, the old man seemed tired and fell asleep with his wine bottle in his arms. He was a quasi-emperor, but he was still talking in his sleep.
Ye Chen drank alone, a pot of turbid wine, which became more and more bitter. The more he drank, the more desolate the world became, which made people tremble.
In the dark night, he stood up and staggered.
After leaving the town, it was a vast land again, with heavy snowfall, burying a series of footprints behind him.
He hit the road again, running to nowhere, passing ancient cities one after another, looking for reincarnations one after another.
Lovers finally get married, and he is happy to see this heartwarming scene, which also brings couples together.
But after more than two hundred years of long journey, he was still alone, lonely and unaccompanied.
In this way, March passed quietly and he left the Western Desert.
Under the moonlight, he looked a bit old, his hair was already white, there were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his beard was already long, his eyes were dim, and his back was bent.
Now, he no longer needs to cover himself with black robes or hide his face with ghosts, because his old form and rickety body at this moment are the best cover.
Who would have thought that an old man who seemed to have passed his twilight years would turn out to be an ancient holy body that swallowed up mountains and rivers.
It was another quiet night with bright stars.
He walked out of an ancient city. There were reincarnations in the city, and there were two of them. They were still a couple in the previous life.
He made another couple and silently sent his blessings.
But when the breeze blew, he couldn't help but bend down, violently coughing up blood, his breath was low, and he was feeling depressed.
His cultivation dropped to the saint level and he became a quasi-sage.
This night should be a day worth remembering.
Time makes people grow old, and he can't explain it better. He was originally in his prime, but he was aging rapidly.
"How long are you going to stay with me?" Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice was hoarse and extremely dry.
Behind him, the space was distorted, and a peerless woman walked out.
She is the Northern Saint. Under the bright moonlight, she looks like a dream, holy and flawless, like a mortal immortal.
Since Nian Cishan came out, she followed Ye Chen.
She was the only one who witnessed his transition from glory to darkness, both in terms of cultivation and longevity.
She didn't know what happened to Ye Chen, or what kind of story he was hiding, but the sight of the ancient holy body now made people feel inexplicably distressed.
Is the hero too late? Or these years are too ruthless.
"How could you become like this?" Beisheng bit his teeth and looked at Ye Chen, feeling his heart aching.
"Are you scared?" Ye Chen smiled hoarsely. Maybe he was tired, so he sat under an old tree to rest.
"The Holy Body shouldn't be like this." Bei Sheng stepped forward and saw the old face. The messy white hair was flapping in the wind, and she couldn't help but brush it away.
"In the eyes of Beisheng, what should the holy body be like?" Ye Chen took out the wine bottle, his eyes dim.
"A bloodline as high as the emperor's should soar into the sky." Beisheng sacrificed a pill and pressed it into Ye Chen's back. It was a pill that replenished longevity.
However, although the level of the elixir was not low and could replenish one hundred years of life, it was actually dissolved by a mysterious force after it entered Ye Chen's body.
Beisheng frowned deeply, "Zhou Tiancheng."
"The vision of the Jiuli tribe is indeed not as vicious as usual." Ye Chen smiled, "It is indeed Zhou Tian."
"Who was so full that he actually taught you such a secret technique?" Bei Sheng's face was ugly, even solemn.
"I should thank him." Ye Chen hugged the wine bottle and couldn't help but remember it. He didn't blame Zhou Yi for hiding it from him back then, because with this secret method, he did find many reincarnations, which was a gift.
"He's a lunatic, and you're a lunatic too."
"So excited, could it be that you have taken a fancy to me?" Ye Chen raised his head and looked at Bei Sheng with interest.
"Who would fall in love with you at such an old age?" Beisheng gave Ye Chen a hard look, "The ancient ruins stripped me of all my clothes, and I haven't settled the score with you yet, and even Nian Cishan slashed me with a sword, I will remember it all for you. Where are you?"
"I understand in a second." Ye Chen consciously picked up Fen Ji, "I have to be on guard, otherwise I will be destroyed."
"I don't have time to joke with you." Bei Sheng was so angry that he wanted to laugh, and then pointed ahead, "That is the Eternal River. Across the river is Beiyue territory. Go to Chiyue Ancient City and wait for me. I will find someone to save you. "
With that said, Beisheng stepped into Xutian, turned around and disappeared.
Ye Chen shook his head and smiled, took the last sip of wine, and got up to go on the road, without any hope for Beisheng.
Even the sword gods in the sky were helpless. He really couldn't think of anyone that Northern Saint could find to treat him, but it was useless.
There is indeed a big river ahead, with rolling waves and majestic momentum. It is the dividing line between West Desert and Beiyue.
This is the great river of eternity, spanning tens of millions of miles.
There are also ancient legends about this river. It is said that it was transformed by a ray of blood from the ancient emperor, which merged into the earth and turned into a river, witnessing the vicissitudes of the world.
Ye Chen walked up to the sky, overlooking the eternal river, and found the vicissitudes of life and the majestic power.
Across the river is the vast land, all the way to the north.
After three days, a small ancient city came into view. It was none other than Chiyue Ancient City.
At night, Chiyue Ancient City is still bustling and lively, with red lanterns hanging high and people shouting and selling.
There are mortals in this city, and there are a lot of people performing on the streets, which attracts a lot of applause. There are also people watching from the lofts on both sides, and the arch bridge over the river is the most lively.
Ye Chen touched Zhou Tian, but did not find his reincarnation.
After crossing the main street, he stopped at a small wine shop, waiting for Beisheng to see who she was looking for.
"I heard that the Immortal Clan and the Phoenix Clan have also proclaimed themselves." There was a discussion at the table next to them, and a wretched young man sprayed Zheng Huan, which attracted many people in the wine shop to watch.
"I've heard some of them. There are gods and demons who have also proclaimed themselves one after another. I don't know why."
"The Son of God from the Immortal Clan, Princess Phoenix, Son of God from the God Clan, and Son from the Demon Clan are all gone, and they are very happy recently."
"That's more than just being happy, it's simply unscrupulous, causing chaos everywhere, and many people have suffered great disasters."
"Where is the Holy Body? Why is there no news? Deal with them."
"Wait! We will definitely come to Beiyue." An old guy said meaningfully, "We have already experienced troubles in Donghuang, Zhongzhou, Nanyu, and West Desert. Next stop is Beiyue."
"It seems that my appearance is really good at hiding it." Ye Chen shook his head and smiled, and just sat here without a mask. Didn't you recognize him
The breeze was blowing gently, carrying the woman's fragrance, the Northern Saint came, and he also carried one person, an old Taoist with a big beard.
Seeing the bearded old man, Ye Chen was stunned.
Isn't that guy an acquaintance, Mr. Yan
Ye Chen had a strange expression on his face, and was shocked by the person Beisheng had found. Who would have thought that it would be Yan Laodao.
Yan Laodao was also stunned. He was drinking when Beisheng brought him over. He said he was saving people and his feelings were to save Ye Chen.
"Looking at the expressions on your faces, it's obvious that we know each other." Beisheng sat down and watched with interest.
"We are good friends." Ye Chen couldn't help but smile.
"Zhou Tian's backlash has become so fierce?" Yan Laodao frowned, his face a little ugly.
"You saved him and you owed me a favor, so I'll pay it back." Beisheng thought to himself, "Don't do it to the point where it's useless."
"I really can't save him." Yan Laodao said helplessly.
"Then go to your old boss, he is good at this."
"Ancestor Fuxi's dragon has never seen its tail. Where can I find him?" Yan Laodao checked his hand.
"Then I don't care, I can't save him, you go die."
"Hey... .!"