In the early morning, heavy snow was still flying, covering the vast world with a layer of holy white.
On the top of the mountain, Ye Chen and Chu Xuan'er stood up and walked onto the vast land. They were all dressed in white clothes, white hair and white cloaks, just like the white snow.
At some unknown time, the two of them appeared in an ancient city in Beichu.
As soon as they stepped into it, the noisy street suddenly became extremely quiet. Everyone was looking at them. The tea cup they were holding stopped at their mouths, their open mouths forgot to close, and their raised steps froze in mid-air.
The two men, with their white hair swaying, walked gently past each other in silence, not stopping at all because of the tranquility of the ancient city.
Until long after they left, the ancient city remained deathly silent.
The world was still so quiet, and the arrival and departure of the two people left no trace, as if they had never appeared before.
"I... I read that right!" I don't know how long it took before someone opened their mouth, "Ye... Ye Chen is still in Beichu?"
"Eight... eighty percent yes."
"You're so blatant... you're not afraid of being surrounded and killed again?"
"Or, he wants to kill again."
Although these words were spoken in a low voice, they were like a thunderbolt, making everyone in the ancient city tremble.
Kill again
Everyone was trembling. Even though it had been a few days, the bloody scene was still engraved in their bones.
The unparalleled demon god, with the power of one man, killed millions of monks and returned in vain. Corpses littered the land of Beichu, and blood flowed into rivers. To this day, the ethereal sky is still filled with thick mist of blood.
Ye Chen and Chu Xuan went on the road again, not stopping at all. They came and went gently, just like the flying white snow, leaving only the faint white shadow in the world.
However, their appearance made Beichu panic.
Every time we arrive at an ancient city, there will be silence, followed by a sound like the boiling tide of the ocean.
"Ye... Ye Chen is here again?" After hearing this, the faces of the major families in Beichu instantly turned pale.
"Quickly...quickly, strengthen the mountain barrier and prevent everyone from leaving the family." Soon, such voices sounded one after another. It was a terrible nightmare that they did not dare to think about anymore.
"What are you waiting for?" In the main hall of the Bloodthirsty Hall, the Soul-Eating King glanced at the Bloodthirsty Yama, "This is the last chance."
"Millions of monks were killed and returned home. We sent out troops again, but the outcome was still the same." Bloodthirsty Yama's eyes were blood red.
"If a few million doesn't work, then 10 million. If 10 million doesn't work, then 20 million." The Soul Eater King said coldly, "This person must die, otherwise the Blood Spirit Family will be a lesson to us."
"Ten million, twenty million, that's really a lot of courage." Bloodthirsty Yama sneered, looking at the Soul-Eating King with bloodshot eyes, "Even if there are so many monks in Beichu, will they listen to my orders?"
"In the final analysis, you are afraid." The Soul Eater King's voice became extremely sinister.
"You are not the same." Bloodthirsty Yama said coldly, "Instead of wasting your breath on me, you should go to the Demon Realm and Netherworld Underworld. To kill Ye Chen, the only way is to call on the fighting power of the kings."
"Do you treat the descendants of the emperor as decorations?" The Soul-Eating King's expression became even more gloomy, with a faint light flickering in his eyes.
"Then what nonsense are you talking to me about?" Bloodthirsty Yama's face suddenly became ferocious, "Without the armies of kings and kings, what can we do to destroy Ye Chen, and the blood of those who will be killed will flow like a river?"
"you... ..."
In the vast world, Ye Chen and Chu Xuan are still moving forward slowly, like a couple on a romantic journey.
All parties in Northern Chu were watching, but none of them made any move. Even the Bloodthirsty Palace could not retreat, which made the people of Northern Chu sigh.
This is the courage of the king!
This is the power of the king!
Even though this is not the territory of the Heavenly Court, they came and did not hide it at all. In this way, all the major forces in Beichu were so frightened that they did not even dare to leave the door.
The Holy Lord of Heaven is powerful in the world.
They were afraid, they were indeed afraid, and those who were killed were frightened by the news.
Under everyone's attention, the two figures in white walked out of the monk world and entered the mortal world.
In the Nanzhao Palace, a twilight old man was wiping the snow on a tombstone with his sleeves. He was trembling, his old eyes were cloudy, and his back in the snow was also so stooped.
If you take a closer look, this person is Liu Qingquan, the king of Nanzhao, isn't he
Nowadays, he has gray hair, and he still looks like a king, like an old man who is about to die in his grave.
Grandpa, where has mother gone
On the side, Xiao Ruoxi made a sweet sound and was very well-behaved. She was also using her little hands to peel away the accumulated white snow. She was still so innocent and innocent, ignorant and had no idea of the pain of the world.
She went far away!
Liu Qingquan held the little girl in his arms, looking into the distance with his cloudy old eyes, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes of life.
There is no greater pain in the world than a man with white hair sending a man with black hair. Even if he is the emperor, in the eyes of the monks, he is still an ant, guarding the poor people and the poor graves.
The breeze blew, bringing with it patches of flying snow, and Ye Chen slowly appeared.
Big brother!
The little girl raised her pink face and looked at Ye Chen who suddenly appeared with big eyes.
Ye Chen smiled slightly, touched her little head, and then looked at Liu Ruyan's grave.
In the heavy snowfall, he stood there like an ice sculpture, motionless, letting the snowflakes float all over his body.
My name is Liu Ruyan!
Suddenly, these words rang in his ears again. His eyes were blurred, and he seemed to be able to vaguely see the beautiful figure playing the piano for her. Now she was inside and he was outside, separated by the rolling dust of mortals.
I will remember!
He gently touched the tombstone, and what lingered in his mind was the last words Liu Ruyan said to him, those eyes that never wanted to close, with tenderness and pain, saying goodbye to the world of mortals.
He smiled at the vicissitudes of life, a mortal woman, mortal love, ruined her, but it made him successful.
"Shangxian, take her with you!" Liu Qingquan came tremblingly, holding a plain piano in his hand.
"I'm sorry." Ye Chen took Su Qin, but his voice was hoarse.
"You saved her once three years ago, and she returned your life three years later. This may be the cause and effect the immortal said." Liu Qingquan turned around again and wiped the white snow on the tombstone with his sleeves that seemed to never be wiped off.
"I owe her." The majestic Holy Lord of Heaven actually bowed his hands and bowed to a mortal.
The snowflakes were swaying. He put Su Qin on his back and turned around silently, holding a small hand in his hand. His pink face would occasionally look back at the white-haired Liu Qingquan.
Liu Qingquan never turned around, but his cloudy old eyes were glistening with tears.
Three years ago, he was the head of a small family and became the king of a country by accident.
Three years were like a dream, but the same thing was that he still lost his daughter after all.
Outside the palace, Chu Xuan'er also stood there like an ice sculpture, letting the heavy snow fall.
This was the second time she came to this country. She met a mortal woman and taught her the Nine Nether Immortal Songs, but she was left with a sad marriage.
Ye Chen came out, carrying Suqin on his back and holding Ruoxi in hand.
Suddenly, her delicate body trembled, and looking at the innocent little girl, a trace of confusion flashed across her watery eyes.
In their journey, there is an extra little figure.
Three sets of footprints were left on the vast land, just like Liu Ruyan, Ye Chen and Xiao Ruoxi that day. As the sun set, their backs looked very warm, like a family of three.
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