Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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The roar of the emperor's robbery, I don't know when it will be annihilated, but I saw the blood of the emperor's blood, and Yu Cangjiu wobbled. , And was almost wiped out.

Fortunately, he passed through, and the heavens added another heavenly emperor, and, besides, the ordinary heavenly emperor.

At this point, looking at his relationship with Ye Chen, we can derive the ninth life of Megatron, his first life will never be weak.

"I am very optimistic about him."

Too many emperor emperors scratched their beards, and their expressions were meaningful, waiting for the emperor to recover.

Then, find him to practice.

There is no reason for him, just because Emperor Zun and a certain Eucharist are exactly the same. Anyone who sees his face tickles their hands inexplicably, but they can't recognize Ye Chen. If they hit Emperor Zun, they will say something else.

Not only Heaven Emperor, Emperor Huanghuang also had such thoughts, as strong as Heavenly Court Divine Venerable, and no exception.

So much so that when the emperor walked down Cangjiao, he always felt that the whole body was chilling.

Don't look at the old guys, all of them are gratified, but in fact, thinking about beating him?

"that's nice."

Ye Xingchen's words were deep on the ancient Jade Girl Peak, and so did Ye Chen's former bodies.

Their form is not very beautiful. They looked up and looked, their hairs were disheveled like chicken nests, their noses and faces were swollen, and their bodies were covered, except for footprints or footprints.

Yes, he was hammered.

Ever since the Taikoo Flood, they have been beaten at both ends for three days, and the old guys who hammered them are very self-willed, and the reason is surprisingly consistent: it seems that you are very unhappy.

In this regard, they should know the reason, mainly that face, and Ye Chen were carved out of a mold. The emperors could not do Ye Chen, so they took the surgery.

"I want to go home."

Ye Xingchen covered his face and said.

This place is too dangerous, and the deity does not care about them. The reason for throwing out is also a high-end atmosphere: if people are floating in rivers and lakes, how can they not love cutting?

Speaking of Ye Chen, it is the quietest end of the ancient Honghuang, which has not yet awakened. It is like a stone carved statue, lying quietly on the clouds, only frequent visions, only sound.

After seeing it for a long time, the female emperor turned to falsehood, went straight to a vortex, and before leaving, still at the peak of Taikoo, laid a barrier.

Mainly Taikoo Honghuang, there are too many restless emperors, look at Ye Chen's uncomfortable kind, can you let them run into trouble, it doesn't matter if they hit the Eucharist, if it disturbs Ye Chen's enlightenment, it will be nonsense.

Behind him, Ye Chenlu shuddered, and in a deep sleep, frowned slightly, as if having a nightmare.

"This is ... which."

Ye Chen murmured, consciousness drifted away.

It took a long time to realize that he had recovered the Qingming. He looked around in confusion and realized that he was in a starry sky.

He looked at it again and again, determined the future, only to know that this vast expanse, can see stars one after another, like flowers blooming and fighting brightly, flashing various colors of light, there are stars wandering to the unknown distance.

It is not exact to say that it is a starry sky. It should be a universe. It is quite similar to the heavens. It is the same vast, ancient, and deep.

Moo ...!

When he was watching, he heard the moo of the cow, and he was vigorous and long. He listened subconsciously.

What I saw was a green cow, carrying an old man with a white beard, strolling in the starry sky, and sometimes stopped to look around.

"Monk."

Ye Chen murmured.

He called, only to realize that the other party could not hear. For him, this universe should belong to the artistic conception, he was an illusory existence.

The green cow didn't stop, he carried the old man, walked through his body, took a vigorous pace, and walked into the depths of the universe.

Ye Chen closed his eyes and walked slowly.

There are many figures in the starry sky, and all of them are cultivators of the Tao, like a rainbow of Dao.

Ye Chen is a novelty, stepping into an ancient star, the mountains are standing in the stars, the Changchuan is vertical and horizontal, and the old trees and plants are quite lush.

Here, there are also majestic ancient city pools, and there are also misty fairy mountains, with many creatures, or mortals or monks, showing the prosperous scene.

"Peace and prosperity."

Ye Chen smiled and went to many corners. There was no flames of war, no **** wars, and the weather was peaceful.

Of course, when he re-entered the starry sky, he saw the war and caused him to laugh, and there were disputes in some places, or interests or desires.

Ye Chen did not pay too much attention and continued to walk. Like a tourist, he traveled without leaving any traces. This universe, the people here, will not change a little because of him.

He didn't know when to stop.

It is now a continent, with a towering mountain, a white-haired old man on the peak, cross-legged, looking around the mountain, full of people, densely packed, all filled with awe. That's it.

"What is Tao?"

"The Tao is everything, the Tao is everything."

"Everything in the world can be done."

The old man is kind and eye-catching, and his words are full of words. Every word is full of Dao Yun and full of truth. The Quartet who listen to it is immersed in it.

Ye Chen smiled and listened.

This mountain should be the dojo of the old man, and the people below should be the disciples and grandchildren. As a senior, he is preaching to the younger generation.

Do not deny that the old man ’s enlightenment on Tao is still very high, and he has a lot of words. Even if he listens, he is greatly inspired. It should be the power of this universe. Is the emperor.

Facts have proved that his guess is not false. Although the white-haired old man has restrained his coercion, some kind of Dao Yun cannot be concealed.

It's a pity that this old man has already shown signs of decay in his old age. Dao Gen is already decaying. If he is not advanced, he will become dust.

"Only one supreme."

Ye Chen slightly looked up and could see the so-called emperor's brand through the nihility, but it was innumerable, but only the old man's emperor's brand was the strongest.

This situation is quite similar to the days of the year. The ancient emperor, either buried or left, accompanied by the changes of the years, the brand suppression has gradually weakened, but it will never dissipate. Only the new emperor's brand is the strongest.

When he looked at it, the white-haired old man had got up and preached for three days, and finally ended, Xu Shi was tired, gently waved his hand, and turned away.

Below, the hearers still have a lot of thoughts, many people have an epiphany, and more people have a slightly frowning eyebrow.

Ye Chen lifted his feet and followed the old man. The supreme universe is indeed extremely old, the source is declining, and Shou Yuan is exhausted. I don't know how long he has lived. From his old back, he can see the traces of the vicissitudes of life.

Ye Chen silently followed, the limit is approaching, the world may not know, he will see off the Supreme.

His follower, the old man knew it, took the steps of the old, and gradually stepped away, and sometimes stopped in the grass, and he would also settle in the mountains. At first glance, it was a long time. It is vicissitudes.

Ye Chen watched silently.

He feels the same with the old man's state of mind. In his later years, Shou Yuan will end. Now, the roads and the places he has traveled may have been over. He wants to look at them before he dies.

Such a situation, like what he did in the past, is also approaching. He can't find the road to the testimony. He always walks alone in the dark of the night and remembers the life of Zhengrong.

The white-haired old man left again.

Ye Tiandi followed.

The two reappeared as a mountain forest, with no silhouette, quietness, and no disturbance in the world.

In the depths of the forest, there is an old tomb. The grass on the side of the tombstone is rusty, and the words engraved on it are all mottled and unclear.

"Blood Lord, I came to see you."

The old man smiled and his voice was hoarse. He took a pot of muddy wine and spilled it under the tombstone.

From his eyes, he can't see hatred and anger, more is nostalgia and vicissitudes, and sometimes trance.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, only quietly looked at it, I don't know who the Blood Lord is, most of it was the old man's opponent, or the Chou family, buried in the loess, I would not have thought that after the endless years, there should be an elderly Old Supreme, come to worship him.

"You were in the same world, you were the god."

"Amazing like you, it's hard to escape."

"I am old too."

The old man said one word after another, he did not know whether he was talking to himself, or he said to his former opponent that he had fought for a lifetime, after all, it was nothing but loess.

The old man said that it was three days.

He reappeared as a peach blossom forest, offering sacrifices to his opponents, and also to pay tribute to his old face. In his old eyes, he was filled with muddy tears.

Along the way, the aging old supreme, quite imitated, has an ancient confusion.

Looking around, I will never see half of the people of that year. The long life span has killed my relatives and friends, and I have never been alone.

Ye Chen also understands this state of mind.

The old man went on the road again, stopped and walked across the Dachuan Mountains and Rivers, passing over the Pingchuan of Cangyuan.

Years are like a sword.

Ye Chen followed, feeling all the way. The old man reflected a glimmer of the setting sun. Whatever the supreme, it was difficult to stop the erosion of the years.

"home."

The old man had a hoarse tone, and stepped into a small town, but half of the monks were all mortals.

The world is lively.

Entering the small town, it is shouting and selling, street silhouettes, bustling, full of prosperity, but in the eyes of the old man, it has already happened.

The old man stopped again, set the table, put on the head of the trigram, and hung the white cloth with the engraved gossip. It was no longer a supreme supreme, but a common fortune teller.

This should be his old business.

If it hadn't been for the past, and entered the journey of cultivating immortality, it would have become a fly in the history of history. No one would remember him, let alone that myth and legend.

Ye Chen was sitting beside him.

He has also done fortune-telling. In the past, the world has been transformed for centuries, and it is also in the world of red dust.

This time, he left.

This old supreme, should have found a home, to return to the roots in his hometown.

He is still that tourist.

Just like the old man, he also stopped, still not knowing where this is, only knowing that this universe is more extraordinary than imagined, the vastness is boundless, and in his view, it is bigger than the heavens.

He walked far enough.

To him, the so-called time seemed to have no concept. I saw flowers and flowers blooming, and I spent my years in the mood.

There was a moment when he stopped at the top of the mountain, looked up quietly, and the light of his eyes was quite deep.

Under his peep, the universe is declining, and its origins are gradually dying. It was originally lush flowers and trees, but also withered bit by bit, majestic aura, more depressed.

It took a long time before he lifted his feet into the starry sky. As he saw, every ancient star full of souls, like flowers and flowers, gradually went to decline. This was a bright star halo, a lot of dim.

"End of the era?"

Ye Chen murmured in his heart, but shook his head gently, without seeing the Heavenly Dao.

Perhaps a hundred years later, the spirit of heaven and earth will dry up, so-called monks will only exist in the legend, and this universe may also be accompanied by the vicissitudes of time, and completely destroyed.

boom!

The sudden rumbling sound made him look up, and he could see the thunder and thunder, the cracks in the space torn, the vortex of the black hole appeared, and the star sand was swallowed.

Then, it was a hand that covered the sky. It was not accurate to say that it covered the sky. It should have covered the entire universe. Mo said that the world, even Ye Chen saw it, could n’t help but tremble. This time, the huge hand can cover The universe, the empress may not be able to do it!

He only saw the hand that covered the sky, but he didn't know who it was. He only knew that the hand represented destruction. Before the sky actually fell, he saw the stars collapse and the stars exploded.

boom! Rumble!

The starry sky was not calm. In the destruction, it became a place of death, a piece of continent.

Ye Chen frowned and looked at the Quartet. Although he was far away, he could see the look of the soul.

The confusion of mortals, the fear of immortals, and the horror of the strong are all vividly interpreted.

"What a crime in life."

The roar was hoarse, vicissitudes and hoarse, filled the entire universe, full of resentment and hatred.

Looking from afar, I knew that it was the old man who was going to be Shou Yuan. It was the only supreme in this universe.

Not seen in a few years, he is more old, at least in Ye Chen's opinion, it has been a few days to live, obviously is the supreme, but he is covered with death, the old muddy eyes, and no longer see the clear light, like this Waiting for others, half of his body has been buried in the earth.

"What a crime in life."

The old supreme roar is a roar from the soul, glaring at Cang Ao, glaring at the big hands.

At that moment, he faded from his old state and returned to his youth. It was the blood sacrifice that only left Shou Yuan in exchange for the final sublimation.

His vicissitudes of life are of great shore, like monuments. From him, Ye Chen has seen legends and myths, as well as a road paved by blood and bones. The final battle, the perfect interpretation.

It is a pity that even though he has sublimated to the utmost, it is still not enough to look at, and under the ruined master of the sky, he instantly vanishes.

"What a crime in life."

Ye Chen is also asking, the sadness of the eyes, such a prosperous world, such a great mountain and river, are all wiped out into nothingness by the merciless big hand.

This universe turns into dust.

Ye Chen is a witness, has witnessed its prosperity, and also witnessed its destruction. Pieces of debris were squeezed into the palm of the hand by the big hand and turned into an ancient golden word.

That's a "dao" word.

Although the word "Dao" is brilliant, it can fall in Ye Chen's eyes, but it is scarlet and dazzling.

Only because it is stained with the blood of all living beings.