Ancient times.
The empress stood gracefully, looking up at the misty sky, looking through nothingness, but she could not see through the illusion, let alone the original time and space, even at the highest peak.
At this point, Ye Chen has been gone for many days.
But she knew that the speed of time in the two spaces must be different.
Perhaps hundreds of thousands of years have passed there.
Chu Lingyu and Hongchenxue were also there, waiting silently, not wanting anything to happen to Ye Chen and Hongchen. If something happened to either of them, they would never come again.
boom! Boom!
Huangdi's calamities are endless, and something like this will happen every few days.
Today, it is different.
The Holy Demon Realm, the Evil Demon Realm, and the Heavenly Demon Realm all have the Desolate Emperor's Tribulation, and they are caused by the same instant. Looking at the two eras, this is unprecedented. The movement is not ordinary, but everyone knows that the three saints are At least two of the demons from the Desolate Emperor Tribulation will be buried in the Heavenly Tribulation, because there is only one quota for the Desolate Emperor.
The truth is more embarrassing than imagined.
At least two people died, which was obviously not enough. The three realms were directly surrounded. No one advanced, and their souls were all scattered. The catastrophe caused by the same instant was also destroyed in the same instant.
"Damn it."
Not to mention a generation of holy demons, even the two emperors of Tian'e and Huang frowned. What kind of situation is this? One of them died and the other died. Is it because they lacked the good fortune they should have
No one has an answer.
Even Heaven knows some of the secrets, let alone them.
On this day, there was more than just a calamity for Huangdi.
The universe had just fallen silent, and then there was vast nothingness, and a black sun evolved, and then the second round, the third round... until the seventh round.
However, they are all illusory.
"Another Heavenly Demon is coming to attack the Seven Evils?" Too many new emperors frowned. Although they couldn't see clearly, they could vaguely see that the power of destruction was slowly gathering.
"Expected."
The god held a wine pot and spoke in a leisurely manner. The last time the Heavenly Demon Chong Qisha was destroyed by the future and Ye Chen, it was only temporary. The way of heaven is there, and the Heavenly Demon Chongqisha will be there. It is only a matter of time before it manifests, sooner or later. It’s just a difference.
"Time is running out, so don't leave any regrets."
Emperor Ming stroked his beard and spoke in a deep voice. As he spoke, he did not forget to glance at the emperors, including Emperor Xuan and Emperor Gui, who also had sideways eyes.
What a moral! It's still obvious:
The one called Dream Demon can flirt with her whenever she wants, no matter how hard she wants.
What the hell is this about the face
Emperor Zun is an honest person. If he were shameless, he could abduct the Dream Demon back home, which would be easier to handle. The problem is that he can't resist beatings! That bitch will beat him to death.
"These four teases."
Many of the supreme beings in heaven took a deep breath, and the illusions of the demons charging at the Seven Evils came out. The destruction of the era has gradually begun, and the entire heavens are actively preparing for war. Just these four guys, they are still discussing the matter of their wives. They are either specialties or collector's editions. They seem to have never done anything serious.
Used to it.
The emperor of the heavens is very calm, and the people are like this. When he is unreliable, he is very unreliable. When he is serious, he is a lunatic, and he is very fierce in fighting.
Original time and space.
In the blank sky and universe, Ye Chen sat cross-legged, not to realize enlightenment, but to listen to the eternal fairy music. The wisps of piano music still seemed to be faintly resounding.
The sound is melodious, ancient and beautiful.
Compared with it, Ye Chen wanted to know who the harp player was. He could play such a fairy tune. He was definitely not an ordinary god. He didn't know whether it was a coincidence or intentional. He could lead the Xing Zi Xiaowa away. If he learned this Qu, in the changed time and space, it can probably lead the little baby here. If you can find it, that is hope.
This sitting lasted for many years.
Even though the sky and the universe have become blank and there is no concept of time, Ye Chen has eternity and can record the years, which is estimated to be more than a thousand years.
For a thousand years, he didn't move at all.
And the little baby has not returned for a thousand years. Only the eternal music will be played every hundred years, and every time I listen to it, there seems to be a different story, including sadness, lamentation, joy, and vicissitudes of life. , a piece of music plays out thousands of emotions, and every note is a beating eternity.
Of course, he had not spent this thousand years in vain.
Every time there is a qin music, he will imprint it with the Tao, and then it will evolve in eternity. Even though he has been studying the qin music for more than a thousand years, he has not yet understood the true meaning of the qin music.
So, another hundred years passed.
The eternal music seems to have been annihilated, with no echo for a hundred years.
In the second hundred years, the little baby came back.
Ye Chen only opened his eyes at this moment. The little baby who came back from an outing seemed to be more depressed than before he left. He hunched his little head and had no energy. He no longer had that innocent and bright smile. Even when he passed by Ye Chen, he looked like a child. No reaction at all.
"Lost in love?"
Ye Chen murmured that no matter where in time and space, he had never seen a little boy so decadent, like a silly boy who went to propose marriage but was kicked out of the house by his in-laws.
Of course, this is just a metaphor.
There must be an unknown secret as to why the little baby is like this.
This year, the little baby fell into a deep sleep.
Before Ye Chen left, he stayed by Xiaowa's side, never leaving, studying it and peeking at it. He really wanted to know what this existence above the heavens had experienced and what kind of secrets he was hiding. story.
However, there has been no result for a hundred years.
It was not until the third hundred years that I heard the music resounding, graceful and dreamy.
The baby didn't move, sleeping peacefully.
Ye Chen didn't move, crossed his legs and closed his eyes again, meditating and imprinting the eternal music.
Music comes and goes as quickly as it comes.
Looking at the sleeping baby, there were strange changes. It changed its shape inch by inch, or in other words, it grew from a child to a handsome young boy.
"It looks so familiar."
Ye Chen stared intently, the boy in the form of a boy looked very much like a person.
Like who
Like Zhao Yun.
When the little baby grew up to a young man, he no longer looked like him. He was exactly the same as Zhao Yunsheng. No matter who looked at it, he was carved from the same mold.
"Is this the secret you are hiding?"
Ye Chen put his hands in his hands and sat cross-legged, looking at the little baby up and down, and the "you" in his mouth refers to Zhao Yun. He knew that it was not simple, it involved the Eternal Immortal Realm, and the little baby also involved the Eternal Immortal Realm. They were afraid There is some kind of weird relationship, maybe they are twin brothers, or maybe they are father-in-law.
"Interesting." Ye Chen said deeply.
For some reason, when I saw Xiaowa's face now, my hands felt a little inexplicably itchy. I don't know if it was because Xiaowa was unhappy or because Zhao Yun was unhappy.
This time it seems that it is obviously the latter.
Under his witness, the little baby grew from youth to middle age, and then to old age, with every inch of vicissitudes, and aging year by year, until it became a trace of dust, scattered in the boundless unknown. Even Ye Chen could no longer be found. trace.
He knew that the little baby was still there.
It's just that the little guy changed his way of existence.
In the blink of an eye, another hundred years have passed.
As Ye Chen expected, the dust particles reunited and became the Xingzi baby.
However, it still hasn't woken up.
The beautiful sound of the piano is timely and sets the scene. After a hundred years, it resounds through the unknown again, carrying a touch of sadness and a touch of desolation. It has been ringing for a hundred years.
"It should be a woman."
Ye Chen murmured, listening calmly with his eyes closed, it seemed that he could see a beautiful figure dancing under the moon, playing the piano in the clouds, every frown and smile, it was like a dream, it was she who played the eternal music, Stirring up legends and myths.
But Ye Chen tried his best and couldn't see who it was.
However, no matter where you look, that beautiful figure feels a bit familiar.
Even if the guarantee is incomplete, he still recognizes it.
This is interesting. How many secrets are hidden in eternity and outside the universe? Is it because he is ignorant or lacks moral practice and cannot see the true meaning clearly
The music stopped again.
After reading the word "Xing", the little boy woke up again and sat there alone in a daze.
Weird changes occurred again.
The same little kid grew up into a young man at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"It looks so familiar."
Ye Chen carried the same words again, with a strange look in his eyes.
When the little boy becomes a young man, there is a hint of confusion in the strangeness.
This time, Xiaowa's face had nothing to do with Zhao Yun, but it looked exactly like Ye Chen's. When he looked at it, he thought he was looking in the mirror.
What should I do? My hands are still itchy.
Young Master Ye's demeanor clearly reflected these words.
Fortunately, all the gods and humans are not here, otherwise, I would definitely be happy.
Even when you look at your own face, your hands are so itchy. This shows how unpopular you, Ye Chen, are. If anyone picks one up, he or she will want to beat you!
Bullshit is bullshit.
At the critical moment, the Tenth Emperor of Da Chu is still very reliable and is always watching. He understands that the little baby has grown into Zhao Yun, but it is very strange to grow into him.
ah!
When he looked at it, the little baby suddenly roared. It must have used all its strength to roar to the sky, with anger and sorrow. Every sound came from the soul.
Uh-huh...!
After that, the little baby sobbed, kneeling there like a despicable prisoner, with his unkempt long hair covering half of his face, and tears streaming down his face.
Those are eternal tears, flashing the light of vicissitudes of life.
Ye Chen was silent, it was too painful for the little baby to cry. He seemed to feel the same pain, and his soul was aching. He subconsciously touched the corners of his eyes, and they were already moist.
What's going on here.
At this moment, an unprecedented confusion enveloped Ye Chen's state of mind.
Doubts, too much doubts.
If Zhao Yun is related to Xiao Wa, then he and Xiao Wa are also inseparable. Otherwise, why would there be so many people like them? Is it because of eternity
Hahaha... !
The little baby seemed to be crazy, howling and crying, and laughing again. The more he laughed, the more tears filled his eyes. He didn't know whether he was crying or laughing. He was really like a madman.
It left, its hair disheveled, as if it had lost its soul, and it was like a walking corpse. It had not drank or been drunk, but it staggered along the way.
Ye Chen followed silently, and what he saw from Xiaowa's body were his back and Zhao Yun's, one crying, one smiling, one laughing and the other crying.
Gradually, he couldn't keep up with the little baby's pace.
It left the heavens and the universe again, and it was still so crazy. Through the barrier of the universe, it seemed that you could hear his crying and laughing. Together with the eternal music that suddenly sounded, it was intertwined into a funeral song. Ye Chen couldn't help but burst into tears when he heard it. orbit.
Since then, he has not seen the little baby again for eight hundred years.
And that eternal song has not sounded again in these eight hundred years.
Before Ye Chen left, he was still waiting, waiting for the music of the piano, which he had not learned yet; he was also waiting for the little baby, who had not yet figured out its identity, and came to the most original time and space, and his originally clear mind was clouded. Hunky and hazy confusion.