boom! Boom!
The buzzing of the heavens is still continuing, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, just like the beating of human hearts. Every time there is a roar, the hearts of people in the world tremble.
"It's been like this every three days, where is the noise coming from?"
"God knows, maybe the devil is causing trouble again."
"I always feel like disaster is coming."
Under the sky, there are so many murmuring voices and so many people's eyes looking at nothingness, all of which are shrouded in gloom. Most of the time, the monk's premonitions come true.
I don’t know when the rumble disappeared.
Ye Chen closed his eyes, his eyes were light and dark, and the same was true for the sword master beside him. Although his combat power was not as strong as Ye Chen's, his perception was no weaker than Ye Chen's.
"Send me into the black hole." Sword Master said.
"It's not a nice place inside." Ye Chen laughed.
"Understanding the Tao in solitude, I want to get my original intention." The sword master smiled slightly, his eyes were as clear as the ancient well. The so-called original intention is also the Taoist heart, which is to precipitate his supreme swordsmanship in the boundless darkness.
Ye Chen didn't say any more, he gently placed his palm on Jian Zun's shoulder and cast the Great Reincarnation Heavenly Dao.
Reappearing, the two of them were already in the black hole.
"Senior, if you have free time, please help find a living demon." Ye Chen coughed dryly, "Junior will be of great use, don't be chopped into ashes with a sword."
When the Sword Master heard this, he realized why Ye Chen looked at him so strangely before. His sword didn't matter. Ye Chen was very embarrassed. He finally found a lively demon and was slashed into the gate of hell by his sword. , if you want to find it again, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
The sword master said nothing, turned around silently, and walked farther and farther away step by step, straight into the depths of darkness. His back was desolate and vicissitudes of life, with a unique feeling of loneliness and arrogance.
Ye Chen took a deep breath and watched him go. He should have understood that the old man who practiced swordsmanship had seen through the world of mortals and wanted to enlighten in solitude.
In the era of changes in the Emperor's Way, the suppression of the Emperor's Way is extremely weakened, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Anyone can become an emperor, and the Sword Master is no exception. Maybe he can really prove the Way in solitude.
It wasn't until the sword master's back disappeared into the darkness that Ye Chen turned around, but still suppressed the impulse of the blaster sword master. It was Mo Qin who was in trouble, and his paintings were sold all over the world.
Once again, he transformed into a clone.
This time around, it’s March again.
In March, the starry sky in the sky was much calmer than in the past, and the prehistoric tribe was no longer found. However, the roaring sound sounded every now and then, each time louder and louder. It was like a death knell from hell, shaking people's hearts. Too many people are awakened from their dreams.
"Another sign of disaster."
On the top of the Tianxu restricted area, the King of Heaven looked up at Cang Miao quietly, with worry hidden in his eyes.
"It's time to catch up."
King Huangquan said leisurely, there was also worry in his eyes, but there was more determination than King Tianxu.
Why!
The other heavenly kings sighed more, and their worries and determination were engraved with exhaustion. They have witnessed countless vicissitudes of life, but they have also been worn away by the years.
Deep in the black hole, Ye Chen calmed down and looked into the distance.
There, there was a sea of blood, the blood-colored clouds were thick and hazy, and from time to time you could hear the wails of evil ghosts. Even Ye Chen's state of mind was in a trance. There were too many evil thoughts, resentments, and evil thoughts in it, and evil spirits had already been bred.
Under Ye Chen's feet, a golden sea of immortal was born, swallowing up the sky and the earth, submerging the sea of blood. The evil spirits in it were wailing like ghosts, but they could not escape his erasure. That should be a kind of relief.
The sea of blood was swallowed up, and the small purple gold gourd flew out again, sucking in a trace of the emperor's Yun. This was because the sea of blood was once a battlefield, and there was an emperor participating in the battle.
Along the way, Ye Chen saw too many battlefields like this.
It is not difficult to imagine that in the ancient times, the war between the Heavenly Court and the First Holy Body and the Heavenly Demon had a wide range of impacts. The attack of the Imperial Dao was probably not only the Great Dao Taishangtian, but also the black hole in space. This is also the black hole. It's because of the broken imperial weapon.
It's a pity that after several months of walking, I haven't seen the Broken Imperial Soldier again.
Another endless journey.
The sword master's back is lonely, and Ye Chen's back is like a ghost, wandering in the boundless darkness, continuing to look for the living demon.
He had gone far enough and was not sure whether the darkness he was in had ever come before. When he set out from Da Chu to search for the heavens, he spent a hundred years in a black hole. During those years, he did not know what light was.
I don't know what day he came out of the black hole.
In the distance, the stars are wandering, the sea of stars is turbulent, and the dazzling stars seem to carry distant stories, shining on the starry sky, and reflecting the vicissitudes of life.
It was the Mysterious Sea of Stars, wrapped in a holy land of monks.
Ye Chen sacrificed to the domain gate again and crossed the sea of stars.
When he fell down again, he was already at Beiyue in Xuanhuang.
The mysterious wilderness at night is quiet and peaceful. The ancient cities are like pearls embedded in the earth. The lingering clouds and mist obscure the boundless sky.
No one knows that the Holy Body has come to Xuanhuang, and wherever the monks gather, they are talking about the legend of the Holy Body.
Ye Chen crossed the ancient star and crossed a majestic river that crisscrossed the east and west before stopping in front of a mountain. Within it, there was a great space. The Jiuli tribe's great space was the hometown of Beisheng.
Buzz!
Accompanied by a buzzing sound, a light door holding up the sky was propped up.
Ye Chen raised his feet and stepped in.
Now that we have come to Xuanhuang, there is no reason not to come to the Jiuli Clan. It was the princess of this clan who sacrificed her body and used the power of purifying the world to wash away all his demonic obstacles.
It was still the steep mountain peak, Ye Chen fell gently.
Upon entering, he saw a tomb, which was also the tomb of Beisheng. Her name was engraved on the short tombstone: Jiuli Muxue.
This was the first time he saw Bei Sheng's name. It was just four words, and it was very dazzling. It made him feel in a trance. In the haze, he seemed to see the woman in white again, holy and flawless, like a fairy in a dream.
"coming."
Behind him, there were hoarse words, and a figure had transformed. It was the Holy Lord of the Nine Tribes, the father of Beisheng. He was in his prime, but his hair was gray, his back was slightly stooped, and his eyes were filled with sadness.
Ye Chen stood still and leaned over. It was a gift from a junior, but also a gift from guilt. It was his daughter who saved him with her life. He owed Beisheng, and he also owed this father. The white-haired person gave the black-haired person, In recent years, the father who has lost his daughter must have lived a very miserable life.
"She chose it, you don't need to blame yourself."
Holy Lord Jiuli smiled forcefully, and went to Beisheng's tomb again to brush away the dust of time for his daughter.
Under the moon, there are petals flying, reflecting the stars and moonlight, colorful, one after another, falling on the tomb, and the fragrance of flowers overflows, like the fragrance of a woman.
The breeze blew gently, and the shadow of a woman suddenly appeared. Looking back at the world and Ye Chen, she looked back and smiled. Her beauty was world-famous.
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned slightly.
"You read that right, it's my Xue'er."
Holy Lord Jiuli smiled.
"She... is still there?" Ye Chen asked hurriedly.
"Live in the hearts of my Jiuli people." Holy Lord Jiuli sat down and raised the wine pot, "You should have heard of the power of worship. It is precisely because of our worship and in conjunction with our fairy magic that we can gather That shadow."
Ye Chen was silent, his eyes flashed.
He has certainly heard of the power of worship. It is a mysterious and mysterious power, invisible and formless, but it really exists, such as Taoist temples, Buddhist halls, and temples, where many people worship. It is similar to incense, and similar to the power of Buddhist thought. Gathering invisibly, if there are many, they will become spirits.
“There is hope when there is spirit.”
Ye Chen's eyes were like torches, and the look he looked at Saint Lord Jiuli was also full of infinite hope.
"In the history of our clan, there is no precedent for a person to be resurrected by this method. From beginning to end, he was just a shadow." Holy Lord Jiuli shook his head helplessly.
"Junior firmly believes that she can be resurrected."
Ye Chen left a few words, turned around, stepped out of the Jiuli clan, and headed straight for the Huangquan restricted area.