Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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He heard that Ye Chen frowned, "It can be figured out."

"Danzun Seven Nights." The king took the jug and sprinkled it in the stars, as if to commemorate the dead spirit.

Hearing this name, Ye Chen suddenly felt a pain.

Dan Zun's Seven Nights, the master of reincarnation of Red Dust and Snow, was famous in the heavens, and Tian Ji Dan of Dachu in the past was by his own hands, taking Dan Wu Avenue, before it was finished, and fell on the journey.

One generation of ancestors did not know who they were, and most were left off, how sad.

Suddenly, Ye Chen also took the jug and sprinkled it on the starry sky, sacrificed Dan Zun, and slowly said, "Maybe, you can stop the practice and go to the person who should be robbed first, so as not to cause another tragedy."

"You still don't understand what the so-called accession to the WTO means." Ren Wangyouyou said, "The response should be your own robberies, and you are most afraid of outsiders to intervene. If you are not careful, it will hurt people. On its own, it will not be over until the merits are fulfilled. "

"I can't wait to intervene, it doesn't mean that Honghuang doesn't intervene." Ye Chen said lightly.

"The tide of robbery should be the tacit understanding of the heavens and the flood," the king's discourse was plain, and he explained the truth for Ye Chen. , Intervening arbitrarily, the quasi-perfect emperor Hong was affected as well. "

After all, the King turned and sighed, his pace was a bit heavy.

Ye Chen closed his eyes and followed.

The next way, the starry sky was extremely calm, and the two walked in the air without speaking, the atmosphere was very depressed, as if we all know that in this tide of robbery, more people will destroy other places, Dan Zun Seven Nights is only the first, but it will never be the latter.

This walk is three years.

Over the past three years, Ye Chen has been continually conquering thousands and thousands of battles. He sacrificed Emperor Dao Fuxi during the killings. His matrix was stained with blood, and it was precisely because of this killing that the matrix improved.

In the past three years, opportunities have continued to change.

Before and after, Ye Chen searched for hundreds of armoured heavenly characters and blessed the magic circle, even more powerful.

In the past three years, the bad news has continued to die.

As thought three years ago, those who should be robbed are constantly falling, and there are floods and heavens.

Dachu, too, could n’t escape the doom. After the seven nights of Danzun, the nine ancestors of the Heavenly Gods, the temple ancestors, the Kunlun Xu ancestors, the Daluo Zhutian ancestors, and the Daxialong pilgrimage ancestors were buried in succession.

Every day, Ye Chen and the King of Man sprinkled wine in the sky.

The tide of robbery was too fierce, swallowing up one and another peak quasi-perfect emperor, which caused a heavy blow to the human force, and the looting level was too terrible. The peak quasi-perfect emperor could not escape the mighty, perhaps, can really overcome the calamity. The quasi-perfect emperor is only three or four out of ten.

In the fourth year, Ye Chen stopped in front of an ancient star.

This star is huge and has a fight with Wang Xuanxing, but unfortunately, there is no source of stars in it, and no birth spirit can be born. The whole deadness is silent, no grass is born, and even the most basic starlight is not there. Some are just dust. Few monks set foot in them.

Ye Chen lifted her feet and wanted to go in and rest.

The king stretched out his hand and grabbed him, "There are people who should be robbed. Don't disturb him."

"But I am Chuchu Emperor." Ye Chen closed his feet.

"It's Jiangchen." The king replied, and he seemed to be able to see a small grave in the mountains across the star. "Jianchen, in this life, you really want to be on the dead body, even if it should be robbed into the world, it is still a The corpse, I hope, can cross this barrier, nirvana in the calamity. "

"If someone else enters this ancient star, will it also disturb him?" Ye Chen asked.

"It depends on who it is." Ren Wang turned his back. "And you and I knew that he was the general to be robbed and would disturb him. As for other people, if they do n’t know their identity, then it will not matter. The thing is, for those who have cause and effect with him, good destiny is okay. If it is a bad destiny, it is a karma and it will disturb him. This road should be robbed, too many changes. "

Ye Chen didn't say a word, and listened quietly.

I am afraid that such things as robbers can't be understood by the king. They are too mysterious and may be buried at any time.

Ok?

As he was leaving, Ren Wang stopped abruptly and kept pointing fingers at the calculation.

Seeing this, Ye Chen was nervous again, for fear of bad news.

After three or five breaths, Wang Wang's eyebrows stretched out. "It's over, Donghuang's heart has crossed the calamity."

"So fast?" Ye Chen was surprised.

"In just over 20 years, it should be successful, and I was surprised." Ren Wang couldn't help laughing. "The queen who can live for two lives is better than the second. This should be a robbery to join the WTO, which is a petty affair. Although it is an accident, it is also expected. "

"May Chu Chudi, all pass smoothly."

"Dar Chu had her sitting in the town, and I was at ease." Ren Wang smiled and started on the road again. Because Dong Huang was too heart-felt, his steps were a lot lighter, so much bad news, finally got a good news.

Ye Chen followed, and the haze of the twilight mood spread.

The two were side by side, moving away from the starry sky.

Time is quiet, it is another six years, ten years of spring and autumn, ten years of winter and summer, ten years of flowers bloom, the two have been away from the gates of the heavens for thirty years, and have stepped through the stars.

This decade is particularly long.

Ye Chen practiced in the killings, Ye Chen's accomplishments against the law, made a rapid advance, completed Nirvana in the transformation, Emperor Dao Fu Fu 989, he can deploy, the only thing lacking is speed. There is a lot to learn and a lot to realize.

Ten years, the starry sky was not calm.

The highly anticipated are the sons of condemnation and the children of the earth.

In addition to the two, there is a living treasure, which is Ye Ling.

The girl of the Ye Chen family has gone further and further on the way of doing things. Whenever monks gather, there are rumors about her. The whole world is used to it, who makes her a holy body.

Talent! But it's not just him.

In recent years, a black fat man named Tang Sanshao, who is also famous, is able to freely control the blood relay limit. The new generation of floods and famines can't lift their heads and sees him all walking around.

For this reason, many hidden factions often invite him to chat at home.

This so-called chat is not really a chat. The three sentences cannot be separated from the blood following the boundaries. They all want to learn some methods from Tang Sanshao. However, Tang Sanshao is an immortal god. Born to regret the world, Tang Sanshao will not be embarrassed.

The words are divided into two ends. Ye Chen and King of People are here again into the ancient stars.

This time, it is a mortal ancient star, less than one thousandth of the Suzaku star, and is not conspicuous in the starry sky. There are no monks in it. One hundred percent of mortals can see no aura in the world.

I do not know why, after entering this ancient star, the king of the king was silent for a lot, and it can be seen that in his old eyes, there are vicissitudes and pains, and he is becoming more and more old-fashioned.

Ye Chen frowned, for the first time to see the king like this.

The two came one after the other and came to a small village. The village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there are many rice fields. Under the bright moonlight, it is peaceful and peaceful. This simplicity is hard to find in the monk community.

Under the corner of the mountain, the king stopped.

There, there was another small grave, with grasses and grasses, and even tombstones, all dappled and mottled. I do n’t know how many years I have been buried. I only know that it is very old and long, and it has been caught in the dust of time.

"Yuehua, I'm here to see you." The king said, his voice hoarse.

At this moment, he took off his cloak, but his white hair was exposed. Like a late old man, his old eyes contained turbid tears, and in the dimness, a woman could be seen and smiled at him.

"She was the woman I met when I was robbed."

"She doesn't have a peerless look. She is ordinary, but gentle and kind, and she has a bodhisattva heart."

"I buried her personally, a monument to her."

The King of the People was pulling up the weeds on the grave side, and he said it unhurriedly, as if to himself, or to Ye Chen, husky, old vicissitudes, and telling that long story.

Ye Chen stood, silent.

The words of the king interpreted an ancient relationship for him. He is a monk. She is a mortal. There seems to be a red line in the middle of her. Good fortune and destiny, destined to immortality, see Hongyan grow old day by day, that state of mind, too desolate.

Thousands of years later, he was alive, but she was buried in the years.

Until this moment, he really saw the king.

This is the real King of Kings. There are also children with long affections. The insignificance of the past is concealing his weakness, and only when the night is quiet, reveals his true side and makes people lament.

A breeze blew, Ye Chen turned slowly.

This silent night should be left to the king. The journey is too long and the years are too long. Always give him time to talk to his wife in the past, this red dust is a cause and effect, maybe it is over.

He is gone, and the King is still there.

Looking from a distance, he has a small back, leaning his waist, dusting the tombstone, and raking the grass beside the grave.

He could always hear his words at night.

In this world, the only listener is Yuehua in the grave.

Ye Chen was out of the village, all the way, coming to the nearest ancient city, the mortal ancient city is still prosperous at night, the red lanterns are high, beautiful, the streets are bustling with people, there is no shortage of rivers and lakes performing arts, spitting fires, dancing with guns , To provoke a piece of applause.

Ye Chen walked quietly, watching the human world in silence.

Xian Fanshu, mortal life is only a hundred years, but the monks are enduring for thousands of years, maybe a retreat, in the world, it is a dynasty change, although the road is different, but the end is the same, no matter how mortal, monks, can't escape death After all, but a loaf of loess.

While walking, Ye Chen closed her eyes, and once died, knowing how far away life and death are.

Life and death, this period is red dust;

Once in a lifetime, this cycle is reincarnation.

The life and death of people are like the flowers on the other side of Huangquan Road. Flowers are life, leaves are dead, flowers bloom without leaves, leaves have no flowers, flowers and leaves do not meet each other in life, and life and death are inseparable year by year.

Perhaps there was a moment when flowers met Ye and life met death.

And that moment is eternity.

At this moment, Ye Chen stopped, as if in an instant, he caught that moment.

His state of mind, the sublimation of Dunton, added another insight to the Avenue of Everything, and he has not been mobilized for thirty years. The first nirvana, a strong breakthrough, killed the sacred king.

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