Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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As the floods were suppressed, the battle that swept across the heavens ended.

All parties have embarked on their way home. Although Hong Huang has been suppressed, the world is not happy. Instead, there are tears in his eyes, tired, vicissitudes, sorrow, and his face is engraved. He is speechless all the way, all he can hear is sobbing and choking嚎啕 crying.

If you think about it, there is no winner in this battle.

Honghuang suffered heavy casualties, and the heavens are not so bad, the bones become mountains, and the blood flows into the river.

The great rivers and mountains are full of scars, and there are all ruins in sight, covered with scarlet blood, too many heroic souls, and no dead bones left. Too many inheritances have been killed by the floods and extinct. There are too many ancient stars. The floods fell and became homeless.

Dachu under the moon, the blood mist was flying, and it was twilighted by sorrow.

The monks of Dachu gathered, the patron saint of Dachu, the emperor of Chu, the lord of heaven, and the leaders of all ministries were all standing on the border between the north and south of Chu, facing the ruins of the wall of Nanchu, and a lot of people were in tears. That scarlet city wall buried too many heroic souls.

This night, a stone monument called Heroes' Tomb was erected in Dachu again, and was engraved with a personal name. There were reincarnated people, there were dead demons invaded and killed, there were burial bodies in the Great War, and some were alive. , And some people are just personal names.

Like Da Chu, the Ghost Continent, the Barren Continent, various star fields, and ancient stars have also erected heroic monuments, placed offerings, inserted musk, sprinkled muddy wine, and sacrificed the heroic souls who died in battle. The entire starry sky was full of wailing cries.

A horrendous battle has washed the heavens into blood and devastated them.

After the war, the years of recuperation came.

The monks gathered because of the floods and wars all brought mortals, and rushed to the Quartet, accompanied by blood and tears, set foot on the journey to return to their hometowns and rebuild their homes.

In addition to these, it is the living beings in various areas that have also opened up ancient living beings. The hometown has become a banished land, and the starry sky of the heavens has become a new home.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly way, real recuperation.

Just as after the invasion of the Devil that year, there will be no long period of war in the years to come. Because of the heavens and earth, there is an additional God of War named Emperor Wild. He is a symbol and a giant Yue, guarding the Cangsheng , Guarding the heavens.

Day after day, the **** blood of the war gradually dissipated, and the haze of the twilight sky also disappeared, and the bright moonlight and bright starlight poured into the world.

In the past, the starry sky was empty, and there were more fireworks on the earth. Every ancient star has a silhouette, and in the rest of life, it continues the heritage.

Fortunately, the resources swept away from the floods are not small. The consumption of the war can be barely replenished. The universe is vast and the resources to be developed are countless.

This is a pure land on earth, dim and hazy, with scent of birds and flowers, filled with a peach tree, deep in the shadow of peach flowers, is a row of clean bamboo houses, covered with years of dust.

The moonlight was diffusing and everything was silent.

Under the old tree, Emperor Huang was sitting quietly. He had already changed his blood coat. He was dressed in plain clothes and did not show the slightest monk atmosphere. Warmth, one knife at a time, every knife engraved is a trace of years, and his moon is engraved to lifelike.

This piece of peach forest is his home. Some years ago, there was a man named Emperor Huang and Yue Yue who lived here, like gods and relatives, regardless of red dust, regardless of human repair, such as one For ordinary couples, sunrise and sunset.

In the blink of an eye, I don't know how many vicissitudes of the sea, the emperor's wasteland is still there, but the Empress Donghua is gone, all that is left is this peach blossom forest and the dreamlike vicissitudes of memory.

"Yueer, I'm back, when are you going home."

Emperor Huang's eyes, with more tears, the hand holding the carving knife could not help shaking.

With a whisper, the road is endless.

Who speaks supreme without tears, who speaks emperor is barbaric, no matter how many years, it is difficult to conceal the name of Yuezhang. The dreamlike shadow has been engraved on his soul long before the ages.

It was his wife, and it was hard to see her charming beauty.

The night was getting deeper, Dihuang was engraved and fell asleep, crooked under the old tree, strands of black hair fell, covering half of his face, but could not hide the traces of time.

At this moment, he is no longer the Emperor's Desolation, but an ordinary person. Only in this peach forest can he sleep so peacefully, can he find the comfort of the soul, and in the dreamland, he seeks That long gone.

Suddenly, Zi Xuan transformed into a human figure, squatted under the old tree, and pulled away the scattered long hair of Emperor Donghua for the Empress Donghua, gently brushing his face, as if to replace him and wipe out all the shackles. .

"My concubine, the prince is home, you can expect to see it."

Her eyes froze in the mist, and under the moon, it frosted.

Her tears, also the tears of the Empress Donghua, were full of tenderness of the woman, and also carried a touch of beauty.

The remnant soul of the empress also has her affection and loves the emperor wasteland.

Unfortunately, she is not the Empress of Donghua after all, but she only dare to touch his face secretly in the dead of night. In the dim tears, there can always be an ancient picture: a **** of war named Emperor Wild, one blocked in the wild Protecting his lover, he fights to death ....

Hey!

A sigh passed from the emperor, from the Emperor of the Underworld.

This emperor, with a sentimental mood, sighed in his mouth, but Emperor's eyes were brilliant, holding his collector's edition, researched over and over again, it is shameless.

In the early morning, the gentle sunshine filled the heavenly gates of Dachu, and gave this dilapidated mountain and river a veil of peace, with flowers, grass, mountains, and water all stained with luster.

So cozy!

Every big Chu person would come out with such a sentence when he stretched out his door.

Cozy, really cozy, without the Honghuang tribe, and more impoverished, there is an unprecedented sense of security, glorious and full of energy, never feel this world, such stability, no need to worry about war, no need to worry Way forward.

boom! boom! boom!

This tranquility was finally broken by the boom.

The noise is from Heng Yuezong. There are always so many talented people. It is too early to be lonely. So, I started to place mine bombs towards the peaks, and it was beautiful. get up.

"Morning bombs early in the morning, silly!"

"Fat man, I know it's you, and then his mother throws it, strangles you."

"Xie Yun, are you sick?"

These scoldings, before the sky became bright, filled the sky, and the talents of Hengyue were still so energetic, they would always do shameless things inadvertently.

Compared with the outside world, Jade Girl Peak is especially warm.

The girls got up early, gathered on the stove, like gentle wives, preparing breakfast. Xiao Yefan and Xiao Yang Lan were innocent and splendid, like two elves, playing on the grass, giggling endlessly.

The female saint is also there, still so big, sitting safely under the old tree, devoted to spiritual fruit, and the amount of food is as large as ever.

"Mother-in-law, not enough." Ye Ling smiled, quite understanding, and moved two baskets. I don't know such a small person, so good to eat, or is it that the amount of food in the Eucharist is very large?

"Don't call my mother-in-law, I'm not your mother-in-law." The female saint body holds the spiritual fruit in her little hands, and the thief who eats it is sweet. People like her can't afford it.

"Dad told me, you two went to bed, and said that the thief you called was nice. In the bed, it was a kind of lively dragon and tiger." Ye Ling squatted, and he smiled.

In a word, the female celestial body's big eyes, ignited the flame, stared fiercely at the peak of the Jade Girl, the pink face, and a touch of redness.

When I went to see the peak of the Jade Girl, Ye Dasha was there, like an old monk sitting in a meditation seat, and the treasure was solemn.

At this moment, he is no longer in the state of primitive gods. It took him four months to reshape the sacred body.

Although he has not yet passed the quasi-empire, his breath is extremely majestic. Under the golden glow, the sacred body is cast like gold, and the whole body has visions that appear and disappear. A chaotic trail of chaos surrounds his body. Listen carefully, and you can hear the sound of Da Tiantian.

Looking at his head, the Chaos God is suspended and buzzing. The master has advanced to the Quasi-Emperor Realm. As a mortal weapon, he has also upgraded the Quasi-Emperor. It is so massive and thick, simple and natural, more than before. Extraordinary, like the master, is evolving the Taoism, and only after Ye Chendu crosses the emperor's calamity can his nirvana transform and complete it.

Also active are Xianhuo and Tianlei.

Especially when it comes to fairy fire, the thief is energetic. He jumps up and down around Ye Chen, melts the primordial fire, its level rises again, and the essence of chaos is more refined and golden.

Unfortunately, it still hasn't transformed into chaotic fire. If it is said that its current level is similar to the peak quasi emperor, the difficulty of turning into chaos fire is equivalent to the peak quasi emperor's throne, although it is infinitely close Chaos fire, but the last nirvana is the true nature, perhaps Ye Chen and it's life, it is difficult to walk through.

With the breeze, Ye Chensheng shivered slightly.

In the midst of it, he seemed to see a golden divine pattern, which is the emperor's curse of the emperor's wasteland, which lingered deep in the soul, but also seemed to be loosing and invisible.

Today, he can't exert the power of curse marks. As Emperor Huang said, only Hong Huang rebellion can have its real effect. If Hong Huang wants to destroy the tribe, only one thought is required.

I do not know when I saw him open his eyes.

Immediately, I saw two magpies of real spirits bursting out of his eyes, piercing the void into two holes, the glittering golden eyes were too scary, and only one look could destroy a statue. The Great Saint, this is the power of the Quasi-Emperor Eucharist.

However, the pupil was exhausted, and his six reincarnation eyes were still in self-appointment.

Although Xianguang was exhausted, his eyes returned to peace, as deep as the starry sky, glittering with golden starlight. Although there was no wave in the ancient well, there was evolution of Tao and it could not be seen at a glance.

"Good overbearing power." Ye Chen murmured softly, shook his fist, palm space, crushed burst, between his fingers, and a thunderous thunderbolt was tearing.

The monk realm, one day at a time, this is not comparable to the peak of the peak. He has a confidence that he can kill the peak quasi-perfect emperor. Naturally, the peak quasi-perfect emperor referred to here is the ordinary peak quasi-perfect Such as the nine emperor gods are not included in this list.

Perhaps, only after passing through the Tiandi Emperor's calamity can he be qualified to compete with that level of Zhundi Emperor.

Thinking of the Emperor Zhuan Tianjie, he could not help but have a headache. Sixty-four Emperor Taoist principles, what lineup, can you break through and say two, one picks sixty-four, nine dead in a lifetime, and he has not yet completed Zhundi, that would be a life and death barrier.

Slowly gathering his thoughts, he summoned the fairy fire.

Looking quietly at the palm of the fire, his look was difficult to hide from grief, as if he could see a shadow across the flame and smile at him.

It was Nian Wei, a disciple of Xingyue Palace in the previous life, and the princess of Suzaku's family in this life, who sacrificed herself at the moment of crisis to help the Taihu **** fire and the fairy fire merge.

If it was not for her, he would not have been able to advance to the quasi-perfect emperor, let alone say that Emperor Tongming was desolate. If it was engineering, she would be the biggest contributor and saved the heavens and earth.

This is the kindness of the heavens and the pain in my heart. The third generation made people wait for sixty years without letting him die. In this life, he sacrificed again for him. And he Ye Chen, who owed this woman, could hardly pay it off.

"She may be able to resurrect." The female voice sounded, a beautiful shadow descended from the sky, and carefully looked at it. It was Emperor's sister Di Xuan, together with the gods, except the first **** who buried the robber. Yes, everything else is here.

"Senior can save her?" Ye Chen hurried forward, full of hope.

"I will sacrifice her body, she must have a trace of soul, in the fire of the early days." Emperor Xuan whispered a smile, "It is helpless to walk in my way, but your ancestors must be."

Now, Ye Chenxiji's eyes bloomed with brilliance, how to forget the Emperor's Desolateness, but that is the sacred body of Dacheng.

Speaking of Emperor Famine, there has been no shadow since the suppression of flood famine.

Ye Chen speculated that most of them went to the hometown of Donghua Empress, and it has been endless years. It is rare to come back. I have to remember that there will be a day to come to Hengyue. It ’s only a matter of time to resurrect Weiwei. No one could save her, and no ghost believed.

For a moment, Ye Chen's sorrowful expression was covered by hope, and the resurrection of Nian Wei was hope. At least, he could have the opportunity to return his kindness, as well as the ancient cause and effect, perhaps to an end.

He was in a state of excitement, but the Ninth National Congress did not say a word, staring at him like that, his eyes were quite strange, mixed with various emotions, including vicissitudes, memories, excitement, and tears.

These days, Ye Chen's identity is basically clear. He is the reincarnation of the Emperor! The emperor is his first life, and he is the ninth life of the emperor. He is a stumbling block of reincarnation. The scissors are cut continuously. Looking at him is like looking at the immortal emperor of the year.

Ye Dasha raised his eyebrows, his whole body looked unnatural, and his back was chilly.

"I propose, let's hit him!" Liu Shen will mean something.

"This ... isn't right!" The Seventh God, the Eighth God, and the Ninth God said, but they were not idle on their hands, and they were already squeezing their sleeves. What's going on? Hmm ... To be precise, to hit someone, hit someone named Ye Chen.

"It was time for me to hold my eyebrows and raise my eyebrows and exhale." The third **** will reach out an iron rod mallet, and hold on to the iron rod, gasping and rubbing light.

"Every time I peeked at a fairy bather, I pulled my top bag and it hurt me to be chased down by the whole world. I'm very upset about this." The fifth **** said, and found out a bundle of fairy rope. To tie up a young person, then find a crooked neck tree and hang it up.

"Honestly, I want to hammer him long ago." The fourth **** took a sigh of relief. "I couldn't do it then. Today, I have to teach him how to be a man."