Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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"This ..." Ye Chen trembled violently, and his face turned pale.

"Which." The old man asked tentatively, looking at the king.

"The first **** will." Ren Wang replied, sighing.

His words let the atmosphere be suppressed momentarily, a layer of haze, and the mood was darkened, Elan was too abrupt, caught off guard, a quasi-empire, so died, the first **** general under the seat of Emperor Xianwu, once followed Emperor Zun conquered the world with great achievements, but now it is a dust of history.

"It's really bad for years!" The old man shook his head with a sigh.

In this case, Ye Chen's heart is in his heart. It is not only bad times, but it is a bad thing. In these years, he practiced with the king, and he would always hear about the burial of people. Forty years ago, big Chu Ying hijacked Zhundi, no less than dozens of them fell to death, and he did not know who his predecessor was.

Suddenly, a sense of guilt drowned Ye Chen's heart.

In the final analysis, the tide of robbery was inescapable. He had an inescapable responsibility, and the blood following the boundaries of the same day caused this distress. More than 80% of the quasi-empires were passively robbed.

To this day, it is only forty years. There are countless tunable emperors who can be destroyed, but a series of distress, the peak combat power of the heavens, has been terribly hit, and it is difficult to recover.

No one knows how many people will be buried in the calamity. This calamity is full of sadness and blood, which makes people tremble. The world is too cruel. The sky is too cold-blooded. The journey, covered with blood and bones of souls, anyone may fall on the road.

At night, the silence was terrible. The three of them were silent, and even the insignificant old man also received the collector's edition. It was difficult to hide the sadness in his eyes.

This time, the three people drank not ancient tea, but strong drinks, so bitter that it was hard to swallow.

It was approaching dawn, and pedestrians on the street gradually increased.

On a new day, the ancient city can be described as full of vigor and vitality from all walks of life. Restaurants, stalls, and entertainment are all attracting guests, sipping constantly, and even lively, all kinds of mortals, playing various roles in the hustle and bustle. , Play the world's warm and cold, and create all kinds of things.

This time, the old man's tea stand became particularly inconspicuous.

However, people passing by will often bow their heads and look at this side with strange expressions, especially Ye Chen and King Ren, wearing cloaks and cloaks, showing no real content, so that pedestrians passing by cannot help. Come forward and lift the mystery.

Soon the guests came to the tea stand, and the old man got up to make tea in warm water.

Ye Chen received his sad thoughts, and only watched the old man selling tea quietly. He was obviously a strong generation and the supreme quasi-perfect emperor. However, he was selling tea in the world, urging and cursing the tea customers. Meeting each other, it seems that he is this ordinary world, an ordinary tea seller.

Ye Chen began to understand that he did not understand the purpose of the king of people, not to get the word "Jiajiatian". Its real purpose was to show him how this old man had become a spiritual practitioner.

Although the mortal world is no better than the monk world, although there is no dreamy fairyland, there is one point that the monk world can never match, that is the ordinaryness of the origin, and the monk cannot imitate.

"Old man, a bowl of tea." When Ye Chen was thinking for a while, a word sounded, cold and indifferent, without emotion.

Thoughts were interrupted, Ye Chen bowed his head subconsciously and looked aside.

There was a new guest at the tea table next to him. He was also wearing a cloak. He was weak and handsome, but he was handsome and dross. Or, he was a man dressed as a man. Handsome and perfect.

She should be a swordsman. Well, to be more precise, she is an assassin. She is restrained and cold, her bones are cold, her eyes are indifferent like ice, and no emotion is revealed on her cheek.

When Ye Chen watched, she just sat down, put the sword on the table, and only drank tea quietly. Xu was so cold that people who came to drink tea had subconsciously kept a distance from her. , Master, this is a martial art master.

Ye Chen closed his eyes and deliberately pulled down the cape.

No wonder he is so, because this woman dressed as a man is a man who should be robbed, or his great emperor: Yue Huang.

Looking at the king again, he did the same action and pulled down the cape, as if he knew that this woman was the emperor.

Although the two were smirking, they were not too shocked. In this way of practice, they saw too many people who should be robbed, with various roles, including monks and mortals, spirit grass and monsters.

At this moment, the Moon Emperor should be robbed as an assassin. Compared with those quasi-emperors who should be robbed into spirit grass and monsters, it is normal.

"Her life style is very weak."

"You mean, senior Yuehuang is likely to be unable to overcome this hurdle?" Ye Chen's body was tight, and he was staring at Ren Wang.

"Anyone who should be robbed is likely to be buried in the robber." Ren Wang Dandan said, "It is a blessing or a curse, it depends on the fortune."

Ye Chen said silently that some of his questions were too mentally handicapped. He should be robbed and joined the WTO. The king of the king has said a thousand times that whether he can pass the customs smoothly or not depends on the fortune.

It is true that the human king can use his creative power to reverse the disaster in response to the robbers, but it will definitely cause more changes. After all, the human king Fuxi is not the **** of creation, and this field is not his specialty.

"What's the matter, it's still dark." When the two secretly whispered to each other, they didn't know who they were, and they yelled in surprise.

Indeed, there are dark clouds in the sky, sunny days, covered dimness, rolling black clouds, and lightning and thunder, as if they were signs before the rain, but also as monks.

Because of this change, there was a commotion in the ancient city. Both pedestrians and stall owners raised their heads. Even the people in the restaurant ran out. The people on the second floor opened the windows and looked up.

In the spotlight, a young man with purple hair manifested, came to the sky, his eyes were scarlet, his robes hunted, and he was a monk in the realm of the emperor.

"It's the man who should be robbed again." Ye Chen's eyes narrowed for a moment, and he could see that it was a quasi-permanent emperor who should be robbed, or a quasi-permanent emperor.

"Immortal?" The mortals murmured in the city, looking embarrassed and able to set foot in the void, wasn't it the legendary god?

Of course, without waiting for them to fall to the ground, a powerful coercion fell from the sky, covering the ancient city. The mortals in the city, whether standing or sitting, were so impressed that they could not move. Including Ye Chen.

"It's best to use the blood to sacrifice my instruments." The purple-haired young man smiled faintly, his eyes flickered with light, and his words were full of an irresistible magic. She was like a king, standing tall. , Overlooking the Cangsheng ants, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, the expression is mischievous and playful.

Immediately, he saw his eyebrows, emitting a ray of blood, turned into a pagoda, the whole body of silver shining, overflowing with bright immortal, each ray is extremely heavy, let the sky tremble.

Seeing this, Ye Chen's eyes were cold, and as a holy king, he knew that Zifa Youth was going to swallow mortals into the tower and destroy it. This is an evil refining method, using the blood of the soul, He sacrifices his own destiny, he wants the resentment of the soul, and he has seen too many such refining methods.

"Mo intervene." Seeing Ye Chen want to take a shot, Ren Wang said.

"If you don't intervene, she will be unable to escape this death." Ye Chen said, and she glanced at Yuehuang. She also looked pale and bleeding from the corners of her mouth. In mortals, although she is a master of martial arts, she can In front of the monk, she was not enough to look at, a royal state, and a palm of her hand made her die countless times.

"Relax, there will be someone to manage." Ren Wang Dan said, still drinking quietly, the suffering of mortals, as if not seen.

Sure enough, as soon as he spoke, he saw a big hand suddenly manifest.

The purple-haired young man in the virtual sky, just about to move the **** tower to devour the living beings, ran into the big hand on his face, suddenly changed, his desire was taken away, but everything was too late. Can't move, let alone escape.

In just a moment, he was wiped into nothingness by a single palm, and even the screams were saved, and his destiny tower was also destroyed.

When he died, he was all depressed, so many mortal ancient stars, he just picked this place, unexpectedly, in this city, there are hidden supernatural beings, accidentally lost his life.

Because of his death, this dim world is now full of prosperity.

In the city, the imprisoned mortals also resumed their actions. Without saying a word, Hula was paralyzed, each sweating, his face pale, and his breath panting.

At that moment, they just felt cold, as if being dragged into hell. It is not difficult to guess that other immortals had come to their rescue, otherwise, they had already been on Huangquan Road.

However, they don't know who saved them.

The mortal does not know, does not mean that Ye Chen does not know, he is really watching, it is the old man who sells tea, a palm is very random, a royal state, in his eyes, it is not enough to see.

"He intervened like this, wouldn't he interfere with the disaster?" Ye Chen asked.

"He didn't know it was the one who should be robbed." Wang Youyou said.

"How could I not know," Ye Chen wondered, "I can see that he is a quasi-perfect emperor, will he not see?"

"My eyes are almost out of sight, not to mention him." Ren Wang smiled. "Although this old guy is not weak, his vision is far from perfect. In a sense, he is not as good as you. If you do n’t know, there is no big deal. As the saying goes, those who do n’t know are not guilty. Under these circumstances, you will not disturb the robbers, but you and I will be different. To intervene arbitrarily, this is deliberate and for the purpose, the two are different in nature. "

"That's the way it is." Ye Chen was relieved. He had no pity for the death of Honghuang Jundi. If the Great Honghuang tribe knew it, he would probably be very distressed, and a peak Zhundi was destroyed.

On the side, Yuehuang got up, left two copper coins on the table, and walked away.

Ye Chen watched her leave, and she couldn't bear it. The king said that her life was weak, and she would probably be buried in robberies.

Maybe this time, this will be their last meeting. If it really falls into the crisis, how sad Qian Qianyue should be.