Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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This is another ten years. Counting the first thirty years, it is already forty years.

Ten years of spring and autumn, covered with dust.

In ten years, Ye Chen's realm had not advanced one point, but he felt a lot about the emperor's Dao Fuxi array. With the change of the years, the practice of Ye Chen brought by the king has been shifted from matrix formation to deduction.

Also in Zhou Tian, ​​the King of Man is the master.

However, Ye Chen, which is eighteen thousand miles away, deduced practice will take longer than the matrix method.

Time keeps changing, and time is changing.

Forty years before and after, the two have traveled far enough that they don't know how many star fields are separated from Dachu, only to know that the great mountains and rivers gradually drifted away as they journeyed.

However, no matter how far they go, they will hear the legend of Da Chu.

Quiet night, blood stained the sky.

Then, I saw a **** figure falling from the sky, a great saint. When it fell, the whole body of the fairy light was annihilated, the body of the **** exploded, and the yuan **** was buried. It became the dust of history.

As for those who beheaded him, it was Ye Chen.

In the next month, he carrying the sword was violent and suffocating, and even his cloak and fierce cloak were stained with blood. He was not killing innocent people, but he was not long-sighted and powerful. He had to kill people and get more goods, but he didn't pay attention and was killed by him.

This killing has yielded a lot.

A great holy class, the treasures are not rich. It is self-evident that the source stone, secret scroll, and magical instruments have made Ye Chen's heart be a copper furnace, which has three engraved armour engraved on it.

In the past ten years, in addition to his practice, he has another mission, which is to find the 遁甲 天字.

Along the way, he also counted a lot.

However, even if it is the king of people, I do n’t know the number of characters in the armored armor book. Since ancient times, most people have n’t known it. Only the emperor is qualified to know such secrets.

"It's another ten years." Yoyo's words sounded, and the king walked out of nothing.

"I have a lot to learn." Ye Chen closed the Daojian.

"It's good to know, let's go, take a rest." Ren Wang went to an ancient city.

The goods seemed to be sleepy, stretched straight and yawned.

Ye Chen walked behind him and saw the most true, especially in the past ten years, the king of people was particularly lethargic, and often slept for a few months, up to one year.

Should be robbed and joined the WTO, the old man can not escape.

As if you know what Ye Chen thought, the king of the king said something, his state, he knows best, he should be robbed once every few years, only to blame, the emperor before eternity, evolved in Zhoutian, it is broken After too many opportunities, he also caused too many causes and effects. As a residual soul, he also inherited such robberies, and should be robbed into the world.

Ye Chen silently heard that there was something in the king's words.

Between words, the two entered an ancient city.

Until late at night, there were few people walking on the street. There were only two or three drunkards, holding a jug, swaying in the street, and a few bad gamblers, shirtless, scolding all the way, Xu was not in a good mood and wanted to find someone Exhale and see that no one is pleasing to the eye. Seeing Ye Chen passing by, his mouth is full of dirty words, and then he goes to heaven and has not fallen for a long time.

The king first settled down, looked for a tea stall and sat down.

Ye Chen then arrived, sitting quietly, and glanced at the old man who sold tea. The old man was gray-haired, leaning on the foot of the wall, and drowsing with his hands. He didn't know about the arrival of the guests, only knowing his age It's not too old, it's too late, it's covered with vicissitudes.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly.

It's midnight, most restaurants have closed their doors, and the streets are deserted, but the old man is actually yeah, he doesn't go home and doesn't go home.

Looking at it, he realized that the tea-selling man was not a mortal, but a monk, and also an extremely powerful one. Rao was his vision and he could see Xiuwei.

"People can't look." Ye Chen murmured to himself, who would have thought that a mortal ancient star, a mortal ancient city, and an old elder who hid as a tea man.

"Well, wake up." The king kicked the old man.

"Drink tea yourself." The old man cursed, turning his head elsewhere, and his temper was not small.

"There's a collector's edition again, don't want to see it?"

"Drink tea and drink tea." One word from the king, the old man Ma slipped up, raised a pot of hot water, smiled, looked embarrassed, and saw Ye Chen pulling the corner of his mouth. It is not difficult to imagine that the king and this The old man must be an old friend, or an old friend with a similar smell, a bitch.

The incense of ancient tea quickly floated, and the old man simply did not sleep, rubbing his hands and looking at the king, those rusty old eyes, now bright and bright, waiting for the collector's edition.

The King of the Real was thrown over a scroll.

The old man, who was called Zhun, licked his fingers with his tongue and opened it on the spot. The picture inside was very fragrant, but a woman bathing in the fairy lake pond.

Ye Chen took a sip of tea and glanced at it arbitrarily. He almost squirted the tea out, only because of the woman he knew, she was beautiful, and she took a closer look. It was Donghuang Taixin.

"This figure." The old man saw his old eyes glistening brightly, and while watching, he also smiled warily, turning page by page, the picture was more fragrant than the other, looking at his nosebleeds.

Ye Chen simply drank his tea, but the eyes of his consciousness always secretly took a few glances at it. It was really a collector's edition, out of the East Phoenix Taixin, and the Moon Emperor, Emperor Ji, Yaochi Fairy and Phoenix Which one is not the peerless queen, here are all naked.

Seeing this, Ye Chen not only admired the king's urine.

You know, these extinct queens are all fierce characters. If these pictures let them know, it is only strange to not kill the king, let alone this one, and give away collector's editions everywhere.

Thinking to his heart, Ye Chen couldn't help but glance at his own arms. The collector's version was sent by him, and he was lying there quietly. For ten years, he hadn't opened it.

"What you want, here you are, what does the old man want?" The king gave the old man a kick.

"Get ready." The old man wiped a nosebleed and stuffed a storage bag into the king.

The king didn't even see it, and gave it directly to Ye Chen.

With this move, the old man who buried his head and looked at that could not help raising his head and scanning Ye Chen up and down. Previously, he only looked at those fragrant pictures, but he ignored this big living person. Eyes could not help but glance at a glance to see Ye Chen's blood.

Damn? Elder Eucharist

For a while, the old man sat up for a minute, his old eyes were bright and bright, and he was more energetic than watching the collector's edition, staring at Ye Chen as if he was more attractive than the collector's edition.

As a celestial being, I do n’t know which Ye Chen, he only heard it, and it was the first time he saw it.

Speaking of Ye Chen's prestige, Rao is his quasi-perfect emperor, who can't help but slap his tongue and slaughtered the emperor's ruthless people, making monks in this era very embarrassing, and no one can break the record of the Eucharist.

On one side, Ye Chen was staring at the old man with an unnatural body. After a dry cough, he focused his attention on the storage bag given by the king. I was curious what the treasure was inside.

Thinking of it like this, he pulled open the storage bag.

Immediately, I saw a lot of golden words flying out of the storage bag. There were hundreds of them, hanging in the air, lined up by themselves, and the roads were endless.

Ye Chen's eyes lighted up, weren't the words that glittered with golden light exactly the words of Jiajia Tian? That's not one. There are hundreds of them. In the past ten years, he has only found more than a dozen.

"Not happy." Ren Wang smiled and looked at Ye Chen.

"Happy." Ye Chen smiled, and immediately offered the chaos tripod.

Hundreds of armoured heavenly words seem to have spirits, humming and trembling, and do not need to be traction, one by one imprinted on the chaos tripod, making the chaos tripod even more extraordinary and very happy to say.

"Let me help you find the Jiatian word for this kid?" The old man looked at the king.

"He has a relationship with the Armored Celestial Characters, and the inconsistency can really make up the Armored Celestial Characters." Ren Wang laughed. "So, if you are fine, go out and walk around, find more Armored Celestial characters. If you want a collector's edition, use the Armored Celestial characters. Anyway, if you want to use the word jiajia, it's useless. "

"With you, nothing is a problem."

"That's right! Old man ... huh?" Ren Wang suddenly stood up without saying a word, with some confused old eyes, looking towards the emptiness, his face, ugly to the extreme.

"What's the matter." The old man was shocked.

"Is it possible that the emperor should be robbed again?" Ye Chen, who was still delighted to have the word "Jiajia Tian", also stood up and saw that the king was ugly, and his heart also hung up. Together, it is mostly bad news to see a king like this.

"One of the nine gods will die." The king sighed.