Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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The Emperor Yue left and disappeared into the crowd. As an assassin, she should have come out with a mission. Her death was unknown.

Due to the youth of Zifa, the lively street became quite empty. Everyone was afraid and went home to avoid each other, leaving a messy street that seemed to be robbed.

"No business again," the old man scolded, and the portable water bottle came over, filling Ye Chen and Ren Wang, each full.

"Your palm, domineering side leakage." Ren Wangyou laughed.

"I disturbed him, it was he who was trying to die." The old man cursed, "If there is any trouble, he slaps him to death."

"Then you don't know, then you should be robbed."

"Fuck, I won't say it early." The tea-selling man couldn't help cursing.

"Did you say that, would you still intervene?" Ren Wang glanced. "We can't intervene in this matter. If you don't intervene, the people in this city will be wiped out."

"You old man, count me again." The old man's old face suddenly turned black. Although the innocent person was not guilty, it would cause cause and effect. Over time, he would become a karma. At his level, This is what I'm afraid of.

"Relax, it doesn't matter." The king shook his hand, patted his **** and got up, said leisurely, "After a hundred years, come to find you again, remember, if you want a collector's edition, you can use the 遁甲 天字.

"Roll." The old man yelled, not too angry.

"The junior said goodbye." Ye Chen coughed, followed the steps of Ren Wang, and left the tea-selling man with a beard and stare behind him. The operation of Ren Wang made his stomach hurt.

Here, Ye Chen and the King of Man have gone out of mortal ancient stars, and the path to practice is still very long, step by step, farther and farther away.

After three months, the two came out of this star field, and the new star field is the heavens and thousands of fields, the most different one.

There are no exceptions to the ancient stars in this constellation. They are mortal ancient stars, there are ancient legends, and there was a great magical person who took away the origin of this constellation. Strength, there is no monk.

The celestial sphere of stars does not mean that there are no foreign monks. Only when they entered, they smelled **** and unusually thick. Obviously, there are monks in chaos, and mortals cannot stop themselves.

"You can figure out what." Ren Wang glanced at Ye Chen.

"The breath that should be robbed." Ye Chen replied, extremely sure.

"What else?" Ren Wang came out of the jug and smiled at Ye Chen.

"It's a monk." Ye Chen gave the answer, and it's not hard to guess that it is the people who should be robbed in this mortal starfield.

"It can be inferred without seeing a real person. It seems that you have evolved a lot and improved a lot." Ren Wang laughed.

"Whether to detour." Ye Chen said, looking at the king.

"No." Ren Wang said, waving a piece of mysterious mysterious light, covering Ye Chen, it is a method of hiding, which is hard for outsiders to see.

After doing this, the king of the king lifted his feet and went deeper step by step.

Ye Chen frowned, wondering why the king was so, raised his heels.

The two gradually deepened, and the ancient stars they met were washed by blood. Scarlet and scarlet, all the way away, they could still have bones and mountains on the ancient stars, blood flow into the river, and whimpers. Souls, sorrows from life.

Ye Chen looked all the way, the picture was really shocking.

It is the king of man, who does not squint all the way, not because he has no pity, but sees too much, has long been used to it, the law of survival is so cruel and makes people cold.

As he went deeper, Ye Chen's brow wrinkled deeper and deeper.

I don't know when they will stop and settle in the stars.

Not far away, it is an ancient star, extremely huge. Although it is a mortal ancient star, it has a bright star halo, but the bright star halo is stained with blood, and it is dazzling when viewed from a distance.

Yes, there was killing in the ancient star, there was a monk, he was making blood, and mortals, piece by piece, fell into a pool of blood.

Whimpering and wailing sounded through the starry sky. When the monk listened, he felt tremor, because of the killing, it was too bloody.

"Predecessor of Moyuan." Ye Chen frowned, able to see a **** figure across the astral body, and was wantonly killing. He never thought that the wanton slaughter of mortals was actually the slayed Moyuan, just for sacrifice His natal weapon.

"But there is something I want to say." Ren Wang Dan said, there was nothing unexpected about the robbery of Moyuan, as if he knew it already.

"Mortal ... is innocent." Ye Chen only felt dry and dry, and his words were pale and weak.

"So what?" The king of the man turned his head and looked at Ye Chen without squinting. "Which is to stop Moyuan and save mortals; or to abandon mortals and not intervene in matters of robberies, how would you choose?"

"I don't know." Ye Chen looked down, it was difficult to answer this question.

"It's hard to make a choice!" Ren Wang closed his eyes and drank a drink. "My path is to lead you to practice, but also to cultivate your heart. The journey against the sky is bound to be covered with blood, difficult choices, It will accompany you throughout your life. If you are so shy and can't give an answer, it will prove that your heart is not cold enough. Without this cold, it will be difficult to reach the top of the road. "

"I understand." Ye Chen's eyes dropped again.

"Look up and look at me." Ren Wang said with a strong voice.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, slowly raised his eyes, and looked at the King of Kings. He was the first time to see the King of Kings. It was no longer a trivial appearance, but a real senior, full of majesty.

"Give me an answer," said Ren Wang, more majestic.

"Shefan." Ye Chen said, extremely husky.

"If you kill Ye Fan, you can save the world, how will you choose?" The king's words were flat, his old eyes were still so majestic.

"Your question is boring." Ye Chen frowned.

"It's really boring." The king shrugged his shoulders, turned around and walked away, and some words came back. "This question is also considered spiritual practice. Don't hurry to answer the old man. escape."

Ye Chen was silent again, only raised his foot to follow, but the question of the king really disturbed his state of mind. He did not choose not, but did not know how to choose. This question was asked cruelly.

The two finally gave up the mortal, and finally did not intervene in the matter of robberies, and Ren Mo Yuan slaughtered the mortal, and the whimper filled the star dome.

Ye Chen sighed, the trace of good intentions in that heart also gradually covered with the coldness as the distance went away, the practice of refining the heart, like the problem of the king, would be extremely cruel.

He still underestimated the King of Kings, as if things in the world were to be expected, just as Moyuan was killing here. He seemed to have known it before, so he brought him here to start the practice of spiritual cultivation.

The fact is exactly the same. In the next few months, in any of the star domains that the king took him to, there was a tragic blood robbery.

The perpetrators are people who should be robbed, and they are all people he knows.

The quasi-perfect emperors of the heavens should be robbed of sin and horror;

There are a lot of quasi-perfect emperors who should be robbed of good people.

A tide of robbery overturned Ye Chen's cognition, like role-playing, everything was messed up, and the **** pictures interpreted this earthly world as very tragic.

Ten years, another ten years, it has been fifty years since we were born.

This decade was the decade of Ye Chen's torture. The king took him to see the tragedy on earth. Rao was Ye Chen's state of mind, and he was caught in a nightmare for a long time, unable to extricate himself for a long time.

Of course, the practice of refining the mind is not over, it is even more cruel.

In the fifty-first year, the king of man cast a mysterious spell on Ye Chen, and that spell was a sentence from beginning to end.

In other words, it is a problem, or a problem ten years ago, about Ye Fan and Cang Sheng, let Ye Chen choose.

The king of the king did become fierce, and that problem was integrated into the curse by him, all the time, not in Ye Chen, the sea of ​​magic, full of magic, not wanting to listen, mandatory.

As if Ye Chen didn't give him an answer, he would never give up.

Torture, this is torture. The ruthless man who once slaughtered Emperor is also under the curse, and the tortured body is incomplete.

That sentence, as far as he was concerned, was like an icy steel knife. As the years changed, the sword was engraved on his soul, and he would never stop without giving an answer.