Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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The dead stars of the night fell into silence.

Ye Chen sat there and healed again.

As for someone, he still shook his head and didn't know what to do. I didn't know where the anger came from, so I was totally distracted from Ye Chen, and it was all right to lose Ye Chen.

Three hours later, Ye Chen got up.

Then, they saw the great works of heaven and earth, and the king of cloth laid down the law formation.

This time, he was reliable. Although the mysterious array was mysterious, it was hard to kill Ye Chen.

boom! boom! boom!

The stars that were quiet for a long time were booming again.

Ye Chen spent so many days in the next few days, trying to break the battle every day and night.

One day, two days, January, one year, two years ...

Just as Ren Wang said, the trial time is quite long, it will be a long time.

Blink, ten years passed quietly.

In ten years, neither of them has ever starred, and is isolated from the world. This dead ancient star has never seen a figure landing.

In the past ten years, Ye Chen's accomplishments in the method of battle have reached its peak. Emperor Dao Fu Fu has performed 981 times. He has tried countless times. Each time, there is a method of cracking. The tempering of it has made up for his shortcomings well.

In the past ten years, the starry sky has also been very calm, with a lot of small frictions and no major wars.

Everything is attributed to the famine, and they will rarely see war without chaos.

There is no way. The tide of robbery ten years ago has spread throughout the heavens, and the great famines have not been spared. Every race, more than 90% of the quasi-empire peaks, should be robbed into the world without them. Without confidence, I dare not overdo it.

This is a decade of recuperation, which is commendable.

At night, the bright moonlight is full of ancient stars, shining brightly.

This night is the eleventh year.

On the rock, the king drank the hip flask, drank with great interest, and once again calculated with his fingers.

As for Ye Chen, sitting quietly under the rock, just like eleven years ago, he was taciturn, and narrowed away the former sharp edges, especially his eyes, the ancient well without waves. If you look closely, you can still see a gossip looming. The mystery of gossip has been imprinted in his eyes.

From time to time, he would look up and look at the stars.

For eleven years, he also wants his hometown, his wife, and two little guys. They are thirteen years old, and they are teenagers. I still don't remember his father.

"Homesick?" Said Wang Youyou.

"How long will it take." Ye Chen said lightly.

"It depends on your fortune." The king of the people yawned. "Emperor Tao Fuxi 981, you are all broken, enough to deal with the formation of this world. Next, I will pass you on The method is fast, it will be enough for a century, and slow, it is also possible for three or five hundred years. The formation of a formation is no more complicated and mysterious, and its essence is endless. "

"Can I go home and see first." Ye Chen wished.

"No." Ren Wanghui simply said, "It's only eleven years. The so-called spiritual practice has only begun. The monk's journey is a lonely road. You have to adapt, because in the future you will be more lonely than this moment. It is the Eucharist, carrying glory and loneliness. "

Ye Chen understood the words of the king.

He is an ancient holy body. His life is much longer than other monks, and he will live longer. Not surprisingly, he will watch his relatives and friends fall down one by one, leaving him alone to walk alone, facing the dusty days. Until you die, no one will see you off.

The wind blew and stirred the sadness in his heart.

His life is gratifying and sad. Most of his years are on the road, never ending.

"Muduo thought about it." The king took out an ancient scroll and stuffed Ye Chen's heart into it. Later, there was a slang discourse, "This is the artistic conception of the formation of the formation. Only after seeing Emperor Dao Fuxi's 1989 formation, the practice of the formation law was complete. "

Ye Chen didn't reply, and his mind was swimming in the mood.

Artistic conception is a big world. A figure can be seen sitting on top of a mountain. It is evolving a gossip pattern, from easy to difficult, from simple to complex.

That figure is the emperor Fuxi, more precisely, the spirit of Fuxi's mood.

Ye Chen also went to the top of the mountain, sat cross-legged, and realized the principle of formation.

Outside, the king of man was so bored, he just sat on the rock like that, holding his chin in his hands, watching Ye Chen quietly, and he was a god, "Go against the sky, the sky is lonely. This, you It is better than Yaochi, and it is destined to be lonely forever. "

When he mumbled, someone in the starry sky fell on the star, an old man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and carrying a sack. Under the moon, the old man's figure was awkward, like a thief.

The king of the king had already hidden Ye Chen, and raised his hand. He grabbed the old man. Before staring out for eleven years, he faced Ye Chen every day and was very bored. He had to find someone to talk about his life ideals.

Before he fell, he was caught by an invisible force, making the old man tremble with trembling, even trembling in speech, "Well ... disturbing the seniors to meditate and hope for forgiveness."

"Dignified saint, what is not good, but a thief." The King of Man was very conscious, and had opened the old man's sack, which was a large storage bag. The contents inside were really all kinds, source stone. , Secret rolls, magic weapon, elixir, pots and pans, everything is messy.

This bag of stolen goods saw that the man Wang booed endlessly, secretly wondering which one was stolen. It must have been stolen by the old man, and the old man was also interested in doing this.

"Senior Ming Jian, this ... this is passed down from the family." The old man coughed.

"If the ancestors are good, they are happy to be confiscated."

The old man's entire face twitched, and he almost jumped up.

It ’s really a ghost. Lao Tzu has been working so hard for decades. Before you received the liberation, my feelings were made for you. I ’m also cheap. There are so many stars in the sky that I do n’t want to go. The ancient star who doesn't shit, meets you, this shameless product.

The abdomen is turned to the abdomen, although the heart has been scolded thousands of times, but on the surface, it is still cheerful. The baby was accepted by him, but you can't mess with it, and you lost your life afterwards.

"Come, talk to my husband, in the past ten years, there have been major events in the starry sky." The man Wang Xi started his hand, set his posture, and looked straight at the old man. In fact, there are some things that he can infer. But isn't it boring? I want to talk to someone.

"It's nothing big, it's very calm, the famines are honest, and the interesting things are not without them. In recent days, two little guys have been fighting very hot. I heard that one of them is legendary. The son of the earth, the blood veins are in harmony with all beings. That kid can be fierce. Another little baby is not a vegetarian. He threw the thief of the thunder and video game, I do n’t know his bloodline, or his origin. I only know that it is very strong and terrible. There is no difference between fighting with the sons of the earth, but unfortunately, he hastened to catch up. "The old man crouched in front of the king, like a prisoner in labor camp. He didn't dare to breathe.

"The son of the earth and the body of condemnation, this is interesting." The eyes of the king of the people were shining, "One day and one place, the two bloodlines that have been opposing since ancient times should have caused many people to watch."

"What about the body of the Holy Spirit? But she has news." The king said, looking at the old man again.

"Hey, the predecessor didn't say it, I forgot about it." Speaking of the body of the Holy Spirit, the old man suddenly came to the spirit, no longer squatting, and sat down cross-legged. "That little girl is really interesting, run to Yaochi Holy Land to steal Someone was arrested, and Elder Yaochi didn't blame him. He left her in the Holy Land of Yaochi. I heard that many secret methods have been passed. "

"To steal things from Yaochi Holy Land, I like it."

"I heard that whenever she goes, she always sells something and is very business-minded."

"What's on sale." The king poured a drink.

"Dachu specialty."

puff!

These four words came out one by one, and the man Wang Gang poured the wine in his mouth, spraying it all out, spraying the old man's face.

This, follow his father!

At this moment, the expression of the king of men became extremely wonderful. In one sentence, the meaning was profound.

At this moment, Ye Chen must also be in the mood, otherwise, if he listened to the matter, I do n’t know what his expression would look like. His baby daughter is really refined and won the true biography of her father.

"It's so small, it's so clever. I don't know if I will marry or go out in the future." The king froze his beard and said with a serious heart.

"Senior, you have a wide range of experience. Tell me what is the special product of Da Chu. Is it only in the legendary Da Chu?" Here, the old man asked while wiping the drink on his face. Obviously, he did not know What are Chu specialties, and very curious about that baby.

"Dachu specialty! That's a treasure." Ren Wang said, he found a pack of things from his arms, and he was afraid that others might not know what it was, and he wrote four big characters: Dachu specialty.

"The old man has a fate with you, and has given you away." Ren Wang Yi serious.

"That's good." The old man rubbed his hands and took it carefully, but he sniffed up afterwards, poke a little hole in his fingers, got a little bit, and finally licked with his tongue.

"What it feels like." Ren Wang smiled wretchedly.

"Nothing, just a little hot." The old man yanked his clothes.

"The heat is right." The king raised his foot and kicked the old man out of the ancient star, but he didn't want to see a bad old man wave in front of him. If he sang a woman, it would be another matter.

"Nima, aphrodisiac." Soon afterwards, a yell came from the starry sky, and a domineering leaked throat.

The king of the king ignored the scroll, opened the first page, and the picture of the old man appeared in it. The flushed face was flushing with stars, and it can be seen that his lower body, The little tent was tidy and swollen out.

Soon, the good show came, and the king of the king was sitting for a minute. The old man broke into an ancient soul star, and went to find his old photo. It was straight to the subject without even taking off his clothes.

The king looked at him and laughed, Xu was too fascinated and did not realize that Ye Chen was awake.

Seeing how lowly the king smiled, Ye Chen did not digest the essence of comprehension of the artistic conception, so he gathered up. When he saw the picture, the corners of his mouth jerked violently, and a generation of kings, do not even point his face.

The king was embarrassed. He hurriedly collected the scrolls and cleared his throat. "Come, form a battle."