Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

The First Thousand and Eighty-Seven Chapters Time Wasted

Great Chu, quiet and peaceful.

On the land of Zhongtong, countless figures stood, mostly older monks, with their own juniors.

They stood in front of the hero's tomb, took out the jug and sprinkled the wine.

And now, next to the hero's tomb, stands a tall statue, which is Ye Chen's statue. Every knife and every pattern is a magical work, which depicts him vividly.

One hundred years!

Too many people looked at the vicissitudes of life, and looked at Ye Chen's statue with blurry eyes.

It's been a hundred years, and Ye Chen has been gone for a hundred years.

Everyone's expressions are full of nostalgia, most of them are reincarnated monks. After a hundred years, they have recovered their previous cultivation and Taoism, and they have each become the ancestors of the school.

However, even after a hundred years of wasted years, they still can't forget the emaciated young man in the past. It was him who won the glory for this land, and it was him who embarked on a lonely journey for this land.

"Mother, is that uncle?" Beneath the statue, a seven or eight-year-old boy looked up at Haotian Shiyu.

"He is an unparalleled hero." Haotian Shiyu smiled, and there was still water mist in her beautiful eyes. She was reincarnated, but she did not see her father, mother, sister Shiyue, and many members of the Haotian family. She is a mother and one of the ancestors of the Haotian family and the Sword Casting City.

Beside her, Chen Rongyun is also full of memories. A hundred years is like a flash, and he has long since faded away from the spirit of the past, becoming one of the heroes, and one of the few powerful alchemists in Great Chu.

Haotian Shixue and Lizhang also came, each holding a three or five-year-old child, quietly looking at Ye Chen's statue.

Yang Dingtian and the others came from the sky and landed in front of the hero's tomb.

Everyone didn't speak, and all looked up at Ye Chen's statue quietly, Huo Teng Shiyan's eyes were full of tears, Tang Ruxuan folded her hands in prayer, and Pang Pang Hai and the others took out their jugs...

The people from Yanhuang arrived, and the people from the Panlong Sea also came, along with Heilongdao, Dancheng, Beihai Aristocratic Family, Xuantian Aristocratic Family, the Four Great Aristocratic Clans of Great Chu, the Three Sects of Southern Chu, Shangguan Family, Xiong Family, and Situ Family. , the Muyun family, the Ouyang family, the Su family, the Zhao family, the kings of the dynasties, the descendants of the emperor...

They were also speechless, and they stepped forward, either spilling wine or burning incense.

After that, many people came, most of them were old friends of Ye Chen, and most of them were people after the reincarnation of the heroic soul who died in battle.

There were also young disciples from all sides who were brought along.

At this moment, they are also kneeling reverently, but there are many doubts on their faces.

Ever since they can remember, they have been brought here by their elders to pay homage every year. They didn't know who Ye Chen was until he was an ancestor who pierced the sky and shed his blood for this land.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

One hundred years later, a new generation has replaced the old.

Da Chu is now a hundred gallops vying for the stars, and Tianjiao disciples are emerging one after another.

After a hundred years of recuperation, this land has truly ushered in the first prosperous era after the catastrophe. All parties are at peace, and there has been no war in a hundred years. The name of each force also has the word heaven.

One hundred years have passed, and a new generation in the Mortal World has replaced the old.

In a quiet mountain forest, two more tombstones were added to the left and right of Xiyan's tombstone. They were her father and mother, and it was also a barren grass at the moment.

In a palace, Liu Ruyan's tomb, there is no longer the trembling old man to clean the leaves for her, only in the dead of night, there are a few chords of piano sounds resounding between heaven and earth.

Boss, it's been a hundred years, and you're still fine!

In the distance, Ye Chen's nine Taoist bodies stood quietly, accompanied by a gentle woman.

After a hundred years, they have all married and found their love in the world of the world. Every year they come here to pay homage and watch Ye Chen's statue stop for a long time.

One hundred years!

Tianxuanmen, Donghuang Taixin quietly looked up at the ethereal nothingness.

Just like her, so did Fu Ya and the old Zhundi. After a hundred years, they also looked older.

A hundred years ago, they sent Ye Chen away here.

A hundred years later, they still stopped here and looked up in that direction, but they didn't know that the young man was still alive.

Decades ago, Ye Chen's three thousand incarnations turned into mist at the same time. From that moment on, their eyes dimmed, and the avatars dissipated, proving that something happened to the deity and affected the avatars.

Perhaps, Ye Chen, whom they had high hopes for, was already dead and collapsed tiredly in the boundless darkness and loneliness.

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Space black hole, deep and dead.

Look carefully, in the boundless darkness, there is such a faint light, like a grain of sand in the starry sky.

That is Ye Chen, he is not dead yet, he is still moving forward with difficulty.

Today, he is already very old, with white hair, turbid and dim eyes, and the holy light of the whole body, which can be seen and disappeared from time to time, and there is always the possibility of annihilation. Every step he takes is extremely heavy.

He has been in the black hole of this space for a hundred years.

For a hundred years, he has been like a blind man, groping forward in this darkness, with no direction and no end.

A hundred years has not wiped out his belief, even though his hair is white and his back is hunched, he is still advancing, walking on blood in the midst of crisis, and persevering silently in loneliness.

I don't know when, he stopped and sat down tiredly.

He took out the storage bag, took out the only three hundred spirit stones left in it, crushed them instantly, and absorbed the spiritual power in the spirit stones.

A hundred years ago, there were more than 90 million spiritual stones in his storage bag, as well as endless elixir, but in the past 100 years, he was completely exhausted, and this dark world has no spiritual power to replenish. , the consumption is a little less.

Now, the last three hundred spirit stones have also been exhausted.

He is burning holy blood to supplement his progress.

The years have passed, and the powerful Holy Body of the past has been tortured and devastated. The backlash of the Immortal Wheel of Heaven has put his foundation on the verge of collapse at all times. He seems to have reached the end of his life.

This time, Ye Chen may have to disappoint you!

Ye Chen's voice was hoarse and vicissitudes. He sat there with his arrogant head lowered, and didn't even want to flick the dust on his shoulders. He was like a statue, and he wanted to sleep here.

Once again, he got up, like a late old man, taking heavy steps toward the depths of darkness.

He is walking towards the end of his life step by step, and when the holy blood burns out, he will also fall, assimilating with this endless darkness, no one will see him off, and he will be alone until death.

Time flies, and every knife carved is vicissitudes.

That lonely back, even if it fell.

He was too tired, the dim eyes, twinkling dim eyes, the vicissitudes of the eyelids, could not stop shaking, there was a possibility of closing all the time, everything gradually became blurred in his eyes. Genius one second to remember 噺バ一Chinese m.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/

Immortal Wheel Heaven, open!

At the last moment of closing his eyes, he tried his last strength to cast the forbidden secret technique of Xian Lunyan.

However, with the blessing of God, a black vortex appeared, bringing the first light in a hundred years of darkness and loneliness.

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