"I can't wait." Ye Chen took a sharp breath.
Inexplicably, he still feels a little nervous. The psychic contract has been sealed, and he may be... channeled to the heavens at any time.
How could I not be excited about going back to my hometown? I miss home so much.
To others, it was only a year or two since he died, but to himself, it had been a thousand years.
The journey is too tiring, my heart is old, and I want to return to my roots.
On one side, Qingchuan's eyes were shining brightly, and he was rubbing his palms fiercely, eager to try. Judging from his appearance, he was even more excited than Ye Chen.
Just imagine, if Ye Chen goes back, the world will explode.
He doesn't need to look to know how wonderful the expressions of the world are.
There are also the princes of the great clans, all of them are awesome and bully everyone, causing too many bloody disasters. The ancient holy body Ye Chen will be their nightmare.
The more Qingchuan thought about it, the more excited he became, and his mind was already imagining the scene.
As he thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh, burying his head in amusement. Everyone who saw it raised their eyebrows: This guy must be sick!
Qingluan coughed dryly and kicked Qingchuan away.
Qingchuan was embarrassed. It was undeniable that he was a little excited.
The mountain peak is not peaceful, people keep coming, both men and women, not very high in cultivation, the strongest ones are the saints.
They come from various tribes, and like Qingchuan, they stay in the heavens as psychic beasts, and they all returned from the heavens not long ago.
When they saw Ye Chen, everyone was so excited that they almost knelt down.
Ye Chen, the Holy Body, has died long ago, and no one knows about it in the universe. The myth he created is still being sung in the stars.
But who would have thought that the Holy Body is still alive and in the spiritual realm.
Not long ago, he defied heaven and killed a half-emperor. A half-emperor was also an emperor. In total, he killed three emperors in one lifetime.
It is truly a blessing to meet the legendary ruthless man.
Ye Chen smiled and was not idle. He asked one after another, asking everyone about their hosts, maybe they were acquaintances.
Unfortunately, I couldn't find it, and I haven't heard of any of them.
Qingluan worked very efficiently. He collected the detailed information of everyone's hosts and handed it over to Ye Chen so that Ye Chen could find it.
For the sake of safety, bring those hosts back to Dachu and conduct the psychic summons to avoid any accidents on the way.
"I have been staying with my clan recently. Don't run out if you have nothing to do." Qingluan smiled and said, "I need to borrow your psychic contract."
"Understood." Everyone nodded hurriedly, everyone was happy.
"I've been with Holy Body Ye Chen for a long time, so I'll have more face when I go out."
"I just admire you for being like this." Ye Chen said deeply.
"Boy, go in peace! I'll take care of your wife." Ming Jue patted Ye Chen on the shoulder, showing two rows of white teeth. Although he was smiling, the smile didn't look normal.
"We're about to leave, let's find a place to drink!" Ye Chen said meaningfully, hugging Ming Jue's neck, dragging him away, straight to the depths of the mountain, regardless of whether Ming Jue wanted it or not.
Soon, we heard screams, howling ghosts, and howling domineeringly.
Looking from a distance, the mountain peak they went to was rumbling.
That was Ye Chen showing off his power, grabbing Ming Jue's leg and smashing it to the ground again and again, not blowing it, but throwing it to death.
The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, especially the psychic beasts of their own. Their hearts trembled. They didn't even have to look at it, it hurt just to hear it.
I had long heard that Ye Chen, the Holy Body, had a bad temper and would get angry at the slightest disagreement. Today I saw that he was indeed the legendary urinary person.
Looking at Chu Ling, Bai Zhi and Qing Luan, the three girls seemed to have a tacit understanding. Each of them held a small mirror and only focused on arranging their hair.
I don’t know why, but hearing that scream made me feel inexplicably happy.
I just feel happy, I just want to laugh, you say God is not miraculous.
Not long after, Ye Chen came back wandering around. The word "Shuang" on his face was a big close-up, neat and tidy.
As for Ming Jue, he had just walked around the gate of hell and was sleeping soundly? Ye Chen hung him on a tree.
After a small episode, everyone left the mountain peak one after another, leaving the last time to Ye Chen and Chu Ling.
The mountain is so quiet that it becomes a world for two, with no one to disturb them.
The outside world is very lively, and the heavenly and spiritual worlds are very conscious. They declare the spiritual realm and enshrine the holy body Ye Chen as the holy master of the spiritual world.
As soon as this news came out, the spiritual realm was shaken, and people came from all directions.
No one from any clan opposed it, and it also affected many casual cultivators. The cohesion of the spiritual realm reached its peak because of Ye Chen...
On the second day, the reincarnated people in the spiritual realm gathered on the mountain peak.
Ye Chen cooked himself and made tables of delicious food.
The picture is emotional, with tears and laughter, talking about the past, remembering the prosperous years, and looking at the hometown of Da Chu.
There are no Holy Lords or subordinates here, only people from their hometown.
Fortunately, the reincarnations are all still alive. Only when Ye Chen returns to the heavens and finds the hosts, can he summon them.
The night was getting late, and the people in my hometown were so drunk that they staggered down the mountain with their arms around their backs, and they were full of waste.
"Are you excited?" Chu Ling held Ye Chen in her arms, flashing her beautiful eyes and smiling indifferently, like a little girl.
"Excited." Ye Chen looked at nothingness with a smile, his expression changed, as if he could see the mountains and rivers of Dachu through the endless mist.
The starry sky in all the heavens and realms is still so vast and deep.
The quicksand wanders and floats into the depths, with no beginning and no end, gathering into a river of stars, witnessing the changes in the sea.
The stars are shining brightly, creating a wonderful picture.
In the starry sky, a beautiful figure walked forward silently, wearing white clothes, white hair and a white cloak, with fairy clouds lingering all over her body and surrounded by brilliant fairy lights.
She is really like a fairy in the sky. She does not eat the fireworks of the world, does not mess with the dust of the world, is extremely graceful and holy.
If you take a closer look at this woman, isn't she Ji Ningshuang
She has a peerless appearance, but she is also haggard, with tears stained at the corners of her eyes, her delicate body is thin, her eyes are dim, and she is so sad and pitiful.
After the ban was lifted, she finally left Wangchuan and Xuanhuang.
She was like a wandering spirit. She had been wandering around for unknown lengths of time. She wanted to return to Dachu, but there was no one named Ye Chen in that mountain and river.
In front of an ancient star, she stopped and stayed still for a long time.
This ancient star is far away from the prosperity of the heavens and infinitely close to the wilderness of the universe. There are living beings within it, but they are all mortals.
"Transformation Star." She murmured softly. She had never been to this ancient star, but it was marked on the Divine Sea Starry Sky Map.
His name turned into a mortal, and he was indeed ordinary, with no trace of a monk.
She stepped into the past life and wasted three hundred years. She was a little tired and wanted to live in seclusion here and not care about the troubles of the world.
She will give birth to her child here and be an ordinary person.
She landed gently on the top of the highest mountain on Huafan Star.
The ancient star is not big, but there are big mountains, there is the Changchuan River flowing eastward, and there are small villages under the mountains and on the banks of the Changchuan River.
Everything is ordinary, ordinary and comfortable, quiet and peaceful.
As he was looking at it, he suddenly saw a raging cold wind, carrying a prehistoric spirit, violent and bloodthirsty, and billowing dark clouds, covering the vast starry sky.
Ji Ningshuang looked back and looked at the sky behind her. There was a silhouette of an old man in a long python robe.
It was a quasi-emperor, with flowing hair and blood, majestic energy and blood, and a pair of old scarlet eyes, as deep and boundless as the deep abyss.
"梼杌 clan." Ji Ningshuang frowned. Since leaving Wangchuan, the people she has heard the most about are the great clans of the ancient times, and the 梼杌 clan is a great clan among the great clans of the ancient times. They are absolutely terrifying.
"I was passing by, but unexpectedly, I met the Yaochi Immortal Body. It was truly a blessing." The blood-haired old man licked his tongue, his expression was greedy and ferocious, and his eyes flashed with a lustful and dirty light.
"There has been a truce agreement between the heavens and the primitive world. Senior, are you going to start a war again?" Ji Ningshuang said.
"I'll kill you secretly, who will know." The blood-haired old man smiled ferociously, reaching for his withered old hand to suppress Ji Ningshuang.
The quasi-emperor's palm was so terrifying that the sky collapsed.
Ji Ningshuang looked solemn and wanted to escape, but the problem was that she had been imprisoned by the quasi-emperor and could not move at all.
However, at this moment, a crystal jade hand suddenly appeared. I don't know where it came from, but it was taken from a distant era.
On the spot, the blood-haired old man was swatted away and rolled over eight hundred feet. His domineering body exploded and he was almost wiped out.
Ji Ningshuang was surprised. She did not expect that there was a powerful monk in Little Ancient Star. He must be a quasi-emperor, a very terrifying quasi-emperor.
"Who is it? Get out." The blood-haired old man became furious and transformed into his true body, which was as huge as a mountain, with violent energy surging, and his bloody eyes as big as a wine vat stared at the sky.
His roar received no reply, but another crystal jade hand came across the vastness, gorgeous and holy.
This palm was even more domineering. The blood-haired old man who was so impressive just a moment ago was beaten back to his human form in this moment.
Blood poured down like rain, filling the sky and dyeing the world red.
At this time, the blood-haired old man from the Yongzhu tribe got cold feet. He turned around and ran away without even thinking. It was obvious that he was far from his opponent.
"Thank you, senior, for the rescue." Ji Ningshuang bowed her hands and bowed to the other party. This was a life-saving favor.
But over there, a woman in green clothes appeared, coming slowly, with strange steps, as if she was stepping on the river of time.
There was no fairy light lingering around her body. She was ordinary, without the slightest hint of a monk's aura, just like a mortal.
Ji Ningshuang could tell that she had returned to her true nature. With only two palms, she could almost destroy the quasi-emperor. She must be a heaven-defying person with great supernatural powers.
Besides, her appearance was peerless, flawless, and her beautiful eyes were so clear that everything in the world dimmed.
The woman in green arrived. Although she was close, in Ji Ningshuang's eyes, she was further away than a dream, and her desire was out of reach.
"God's damnation." The woman in blue opened her lips slightly, with an indifferent expression, and her words were like the sound of nature, which was very touching. Her eyes were quietly looking at Ji Ningshuang's lower abdomen, and she could tell the clues at a glance.
"Emperor Xuan." Ji Ningshuang also murmured, staring blankly at the woman in green, her eyes fixed on the pattern between her eyebrows. It was an imperial pattern, representing a person's identity.
"She... the sister of Emperor Xianwu?" Ji Ningshuang looked dazed. She recognized the emperor's mark. In the entire universe, there was no other person with the emperor's divine mark engraved on her eyebrows.
Emperor Zun's sister, the legendary existence, is still alive, and Ji Ningshuang's peaceful state of mind is stirred up.
"Run, run again!" As the two women murmured, loud curses came from the sky. The blood-haired old man of the Yongzhu tribe who had escaped earlier came back again, and he was beaten back.
Looking at the person who came back from beating him, he turned out to be an acquaintance. He was the sixth divine general under Emperor Xianwu: Hua Qingluo.
The only one who dares to wander under the emperor's calamity... is him.
Or else he was a divine general. Suddenly, the blood-haired old man of the Yongzhu tribe, a majestic quasi-emperor, was kicked to death by him.