Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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Da Chu, quiet and peaceful.

On the ground of Zhongtong, countless figures stood, mostly old monks, with their own descendants.

They stood in front of the hero's grave, took out the jug and sprinkled water.

Next to today's hero mound, there is a tall and tall statue, which is Ye Chen's statue. Every knife and every pattern are ghostly and magical, which portrays him vividly.

A hundred years!

Too many people looked vicissitudes, and looked at Ye Chen's statue with dim eyes.

For a hundred years, Ye Chen has been gone for a hundred years.

The expressions of all people were with nostalgia. Most were monks after the reincarnation. For a hundred years, they had already resumed their cultivation and practice in the past, and they have all become the ancestors of one faction.

Of course, even for a hundred years, they still remember the thin young man of the past. It is him who has won the bright light for this land, and it is he who has embarked on a journey of solitude for this land.

"Mother-in-law, is that a puppet?" Below the statue, a seven or eight-year-old boy looked up at Haotian Shiyu.

"He is the hero of the world." Haotian smiled at Shi Yu, and there was still water mist lingering in her beautiful eyes. She was reincarnated, but she did not see her father, mother, Shiyue sister, and many people in the Haotian family. Is a mother, but also one of the ancestors of Haotian's home and Forged Sword City.

Beside her, Chen Rongyun was full of nostalgia. For a hundred years, it was a flash of time. He had already lost his old spirit and became one of the most powerful alchemists in Dachu.

Haotian Shixue and Li Yan also came, each holding a three or five-year-old child, watching the statue of Ye Chen quietly.

Yang Dingtian and they came from the sky and landed in front of the heroic grave.

Everyone didn't speak, looking up at Ye Chen's statue quietly, with tears in Huo Teng's eyes, Tang Ruxuan folded his hands in prayer, and they took out the jug ....

The Yanhuang people arrived, and the Panlong sea area also came, along with Heilong Island, Dancheng, Beihai Family, Xuantian Family, Dachu Four Family, Nanchu Sanzong, Shangguan Family, Xiong Family, and Situ Family , Muyun family, Ouyang family, Su family, Zhao family, the kings of all generations, the descendants of the queen ...

They were speechless, and came forward, either sprinkling wine or burning incense.

After that, many people came, mostly Ye Chen's old friends, and most of them after the resurrection of the heroic heroic soul of Da Chu.

Also brought were young disciples from all sides.

At this moment, they were also bowing reverently, but with many doubts on their faces.

Ever since they remembered, they have been brought here to sacrifice every year by their elders. They don't know who Ye Chen is, until he is a ancestor who has been through the earth, and he has poured blood on this land.

For a hundred years, a new generation has replaced the old.

Da Chu is now full of bright stars, and there are endless disciples of Tianjiao.

Resting for a hundred years, this land truly ushered in the first prosperous world after the catastrophe. All parties lived in peace and tranquility. There was no war and chaos in the past century. The name of each force also hangs in the sky.

For a hundred years, the new generation of mortals has replaced the old.

In a quiet mountain forest, there are two tombstones around Xi Yan's tombstone, which is her father and mother, and it is also a wasteland at the moment.

In an imperial palace, Liu Ruyan's grave, and the trembling old man to clean up the fallen leaves for her, only in the middle of the night, there were so many tunes in the heavens and the earth.

Boss, a hundred years old, you're fine!

Far away, Ye Chen's nine statues stood quietly, and there was a gentle woman beside him.

For a hundred years, they have become free, and they are married. They have found their love in the world of red dust. Every year, they come here to worship and watch Ye Chen's statue stop for a long time.

A hundred years!

Tian Xuanmen, Dong Huang too quietly looked up at nothingness.

Like her, so is Fu Ya and the group of old quasi-perfect emperors. For a hundred years, they are even older.

A hundred years ago, they sent Ye Chen away here.

A hundred years later, they still stopped here and looked up in that direction, but they didn't know if the young man was alive.

Decades ago, the three thousand incarnations of Ye Chen turned into a mist at the same time. From that moment, their eyes were dimmed and their avatars disappeared, proving that the deity was in trouble and reached their avatars.

Perhaps, Ye Chen, who had high hopes, was dead and fell down tiredly in the boundless darkness and loneliness.

..........

Black hole in space, deep silence.

Look carefully, there is a faint light in the boundless darkness, like a grain of sand in the sky.

That's Ye Chen. He's not dead yet, and he's still struggling.

Today, he is old and pale, with gray hair, dim and dim eyes, and the holy light of the whole body is looming from time to time. There is always the possibility of annihilation. Every step taken is extremely heavy.

He has been in this space black hole for 100 years.

For a hundred years, he was like a blind man, groping in this darkness, without direction, without end.

For a hundred years, he did not obliterate his beliefs, even though his hair was white and his back was lumpy, but he was still advancing, walking through blood in crisis, and insisting silently in solitude.

I do not know when he stopped and sat down tired.

He took out the storage bag, took out the remaining three hundred spirit stones, crushed them instantly, and absorbed the spiritual power in the spirit stones.

A hundred years ago, he had more than 90 million spirit stones in his storage bag, and an endless panacea. But in this century, he was completely consumed by him. There is no spiritual supplement in this dark world. Consumption is a little less.

Today, the last three hundred deities are also exhausted.

He is burning the Holy Blood as a supplement to his own advance.

Time and again, the sacrifice of tortured by the powerful body of the past, the backwash of Xianluntiandao, so that his foundation is always on the verge of collapse, he seems to have reached the end of his life.

This time, Ye Chen may let you down!

Ye Chen's voice was hoarse and extremely vicissitudes. Sitting there, he hung his proud head, and even unintentionally flicked the dust on his shoulders. He was like a statue, to sleep here.

Once again, he got up, like a late old man, taking heavy steps and going deep into the darkness.

He walked to the end of life step by step. When the Holy Blood burned out, he would fall down and assimilate with the darkness in the world. No one saw him off, and he was lonely to death.

As time goes by, every knife carved is vicissitudes.

The lonely back fell down.

He was too tired, his dim eyes flashed with dim eyes, the vicissitude of his eyelids, the trembling could not stop, there was always the possibility of closing, and everything became blurred in his eyes.

Xianluntiandao, drive!

At the last moment of closing his eyes, he did his best to perform the taboo technique of Xianlunyan.

Of course, God visited, and a black vortex appeared, with the first light in a hundred years of darkness and solitude.

[Author's off-topic]: The first volume of "Fair of Fire" ends here, and the second volume of "The Realms of Heaven and Earth" is about to open. \ '