Go to the immortal world and dominate the bedroom.
Yin Ming held the wine glass and looked at one side with interest.
There, there is a hazy fairy flower, and a graceful shadow slowly transforms out, dressed in colorful clothes, as misty as a fairy.
Take a closer look, isn't it Yue Xin
Yue Xin showed her true form, glanced around, and frowned, as if she knew where this place was. There was also a pair of devil-like eyes staring at him with a faint light. They were the masters of heaven.
But she didn't understand. She was dancing gracefully on the Red Flame Peak just now, but in an instant, she was in the master's palace. Do you want to summon her
"Why, it's unexpected." Yin Ming smiled and stood up, still holding the wine glass, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, smiling playfully and playfully.
"Fellow Taoist is really a good trick." Yue Xin said calmly, her expression as cold as ice, without the slightest fear, and she didn't even look at Yin Ming.
"I've been to the lower realm. Your wings are really hard. You dare to call me a fellow Taoist." Yin Ming smiled again, settled in front of Yue Xin, gently stretched out his fingers, and lifted Yue Xin's chin. , looking at Yue Xin's cheek as if appreciating a work of art, "The disciple of the Third Emperor's Wife is indeed a natural beauty."
Yue Xin said nothing, raised her hand and pushed it away. There was a touch of disgust in her indifference. There was still no fear in her expression, just because she had experienced strong winds and waves.
"It's strong, and few people like it." Yin Ming smiled, took a sip of the wine, then walked around behind Yue Xin, lifted up a strand of Yue Xin's hair, and gently sniffed the woman's fragrance, looking quite contented.
Zheng!
The sound of the sword suddenly sounded, and there was a dagger in Yue Xin's hand, glowing with cold light, but it was not stabbing at the Lord of Heaven, but at her own soul.
The moment she appeared, she had some kind of realization.
This Yin Ming wants to use her as a hostage! He wants to take her and threaten the Great Chu Emperor and Shura Tianzun. Now that he knows this, he will never let Yin Ming succeed. It is the right way to end it early. She is not afraid of death.
It's a pity that she is not strong enough, otherwise the sword will stab Yin Ming. If it cannot kill the master of heaven, it will have to kill herself.
"You're not stupid." Yin Ming smiled playfully, raised his hand slightly, and stopped Yue Xin, "If I don't let you die, you won't die. Without your bait, how can I catch that big fish."
"The majestic Lord of Heaven, are you not afraid of being laughed at by future generations for playing tricks like this?" Yue Xin said coldly.
"When they are destroyed, and when I rule the world of heaven, the world will only remember my great achievements."
"You are pitiful."
"Sharp and sharp-tongued." Yin Ming was not angry at all. He finally turned around and drank a glass of wine quite comfortably before casually waving his hand, "Take him down here and keep an eye on him."
After giving the order, two more immortal kings stepped in and took Yue Xin away.
The heart of the moon has become like a puppet. It has no power to restrain the chicken and cannot commit suicide. It can only look sideways slightly and look into nothingness, as if it can see the peaks of Huashan Mountain through the endless mist, with worries in its eyes.
"Where did he go?" On the Red Flame Peak, Taiyi and Taibai were still looking around in circles for a big living person, but they disappeared immediately after saying no.
Si Ming remained silent, his eyes flickered, and there was always an ominous premonition.
Tianzun narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing. He turned around and went straight to the bottom of Huashan Mountain. He was naturally looking for Ye Chen. He was proficient in deduction and would be able to find clues.
At the bottom of Huashan Mountain, what he saw was still the purple sea of clouds. Even with all his eyesight, he could only vaguely see Ye Chen. He was no longer sitting cross-legged, but lying in the depths of the sea of clouds, just like a fallen leaf, wandering with the sea of clouds. , showing no signs of waking up.
"Ye Chen, wake up quickly." Shura Tianzun transmitted his voice with his spiritual consciousness, his tone was slightly urgent.
For a long time, no reply was heard.
In other words, Ye Chen couldn't hear it.
At this moment, he was still in Di Yun's artistic conception. The vast misty world was filled with fairy spirit, hazy rain and mist. Every mountain, every water, every tree, every tree seemed real or illusory. His mind fell into it, and he could no longer tell the difference. Reality and illusion are separated. I want to come out, but I can't find a way out. Since that day when I was dragged in by Di Yun, I have never gone out and I don't know how to get out.
"Don't make trouble, there's still a war outside."
Ye Chen cursed, standing on the top of the mountain, looking over the top, scanning the world, trying to find out the flaws in this artistic conception based on the calculations of the sky.
However, his vision is limited and he can't see through anything.
This state of mind is more mysterious than he imagined. The universe is changing all the time, and it is even more evil than the one in Buzhou Mountain. His Zhoutian evolution needs to keep up with the changes in the universe to find a way out.
"Hongjun, you know a lot!"
Ye Chen's face darkened, and he scolded Daozu again. He even greeted his eighteen generations of ancestors one by one. After melting your Emperor Yun, I locked him in. He didn't even pick a time. Outside. The war is still going on, and you are so fucking trapped here.
Cursing loudly, he descended from the top of the mountain and walked in one direction, crossing a vast sea and a vast plain, looking all the way.
Di Yun's world of artistic conception is more extraordinary than he imagined. Dao Yun is completely natural, and he can see the principles of chaos. The sky is falling, and the strands are like light rain. Although he can see it, he cannot touch it.
Ye Chen stopped again, bathed in the Tao and listened quietly to the heavenly sound of the Tao.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun was also a body of chaos, and he was also the first person to become emperor with a body of chaos. His understanding of the way of chaos has surpassed that of Dao, and his understanding of chaos alone is far superior to him.
In the realm of Emperor Yunyi, there is no day or night.
Ye Chen walked and walked, there was chaos wherever he went, and he could hear the heavenly sound of the great path wherever he went. As he practiced the path of chaos, the Tao aggregates in his body naturally resonated with it, intertwining with the supreme Tao aggregates.
However, compared to Dao Yun, Ye Chen is now more concerned about the war, whether it is still fighting, whether it has ended, whether the heaven has won, or the lower world has won, and whether the legendary Jiang Taigong has awakened and come out of seclusion.
To him, these are all unknowns. He is trapped in the realm of Emperor Yunyi and is completely isolated from the outside world. He cannot hear the calls of others.
There was another mountain forest, and he paused slightly.
Looking up to the sky, there is a figure standing on a steep mountain peak. It is not real, but an illusion. The purple Taoist robe is swaying like an immortal.
Ye Chen stepped forward and stared intently.
The illusive purple-robed man only saw his human form, but no honor. He just stood there gracefully, with his hands behind his back, looking quietly at the sky. Although it was an illusion, Ye Chen could feel the emperor's pressure from him. , and a sense of vicissitudes and antiquity that cannot be concealed.
Ye Chen touched his chin and confirmed that this was Dao Ancestor. To be precise, it was a trace of Dao Ancestor's remaining imprint in Di Yun. Di Yun was with him wherever he was.
Looking at it, Ye Chen moved, and then kicked him up. He had long wanted to beat this old Taoist. Since he came to the heaven, he encountered obstacles everywhere. He was really angry. He couldn't find the Taoist ancestor, so he could only use it. His mark was released, such as a kick.
Then, a rumbling sound was heard.
Maybe he used too much force, and the Taozu brand was illusory on his body. His kick was empty. It doesn't matter if it was empty. He accidentally fell to the top of the mountain. Although his body was also illusory, there was something there when he landed. The sound, the booming sound is extremely loud.
Ye Chen stood up, feeling very embarrassed. If he fell in the outside world, it would be just a scratch, but in this realm of Emperor Yunyi, the fall would hurt all over his body.
"Damn it," Ye Chen cursed secretly, quite puzzled. His body was all illusory. It was supposed that a kick should be effective, but why did it fail? He failed to clean up the Dao Ancestor's brand, and he was left half disabled.
Zheng!
While he was scolding his mother, he suddenly heard the sound of a sword.
When he looked at the top of the mountain again, there was an illusory sword in the hand of the Dao Ancestor Brand. The Dao of Chaos was wrapped around it, and it was clanging and moving. It was the Dao sword.
Under his gaze, the momentum of the Dao Ancestor's brand instantly rose, full of the supreme power of the Dao Emperor, causing the entire realm of consciousness to rumble and shake.
Ye Chen coughed dryly and suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He felt that the Taoist brand was quite vindictive and he wanted to make fun of him and make him remember it.
"I didn't kick him." Ye Chen laughed dryly.
In fact, he thought too much. The momentum of Daozu's brand disappeared in just a moment. He still stood on the top of the mountain, dancing his sword quietly. Each move was slow, but each move was filled with infinite energy. The upper path aggregate has endless changes.
Ye Chen looked in a trance and felt in a trance.
Without thinking much, he stepped onto the top of the mountain again, with a Taoist sword in his hand. He imitated the Taoist ancestor's sword moves and danced gently, imitating the Taoist ancestor's energy.
This dance lasted for who knows how long.
Looking at the top of the mountain again, the Taoist brand has dissipated, and only Ye Chen is left on it. He is still holding the Taoist sword and swinging it. From the Taoist sword move, he occasionally gets a glimpse of the true meaning of Tao, and he meditates on it while dancing with the sword.
What's strange is that as he dances his sword, in this realm of emperor's meaning, the universe is actually changing. The mountains and mountains have moved, the long rivers and rivers have flowed backwards, and even the flowers and grass are withering and budding. A reincarnation brings a different vitality.
And the biggest change is that this state of mind actually has more days and nights, and then there are spring, summer, autumn and winter, appearing according to the time, following a certain trajectory, changing back and forth, the world is still changing, and he seems to have kept up with the rhythm.
As night fell, he finally put away his sword.
Although his eyes were open and closed, his deep eyes had a different kind of aura, which was still evolving in his eyes at this moment, becoming a vast starry sky.
"Interesting." Ye Chen murmured, stepped out of the mountain top, stepped on the universe, and headed straight for the distance under the stars and moonlight.
His back figure is quite small and thin in this spiritual realm. Step after step, he is walking endlessly, not knowing where he is going.
When he is settling down, he is like a vast sea.
Above the sea, the stars in the night sky were very bright. Ye Chen looked up quietly. The more he looked, the deeper his eyes narrowed, and the brighter his eyes became.
In the brilliant starry sky, he seemed to see Dao Ancestor.
In addition to Daozu, there is also a beautiful figure, whose whole body is hazy and fairy-like, as if in a dream. She looks exactly like Chu Xuan and Chu Ling. She may be Ruoxi when she grows up, but she seems to be standing at the end of the ancient years.
"The Empress of Ancient Heaven?" Ye Chen murmured softly, staring blankly. With such a divine appearance, only the Empress of Ancient Heaven can match her, and there is no one in history.
Under his gaze, Dao Ancestor Hongjun and the Ancient Heavenly Court Empress seemed to be quarreling with each other.
It is not accurate to say that they were fighting. To be more precise, it was Daozu who was hit by the explosive hammer. He could not survive even one move. He was slapped by the Empress and was thrown out of the sky.