Chapter 1639 Go Home

Chapter 1639 go home

The battle fell, and the corpses were scattered everywhere, and the blood flowed into rivers.

The ground was covered in blood, the broken swords were slashed diagonally, and the blood-stained battle flags fluttered in the yellow sand, screaming against the sky.

Who would have thought that there are more than 10 million monks buried in this world, and there are only four of them at the quasi-emperor level.

In this battle, except for the imperial soldiers, the four clans turned into dust. Thousands of years later, the history of Xuanhuang will have it.

"Go home." The Nine Emperors of Great Chu ascended to the sky, took Ye Chen and 50 million monks, and went straight to Great Chu.

As soon as he went home, the fifty million monks in the heavenly court all cried.

It has been three hundred years, and at this moment, they have waited for three hundred years.

It seems like a lost orphan, and the hometown that haunts dreams is the embrace of my mother, full of warmth.

The spectators all raised their heads, their eyes filled with awe. The Nine Emperors of Great Chu were so powerful that they destroyed five inheritances of Emperor Dao at one time.

Today's battle, they played the prestige of heaven.

This legend is destined to become an immortal myth, and it will be passed down from generation to generation in the world.

After the nine emperors left, the five heavenly kings in the restricted area also turned around, one entered the void, one went to purgatory, one entered the underworld, one stepped on the Forgotten River, and one went to Huangquan, and each went back to their respective homes.

In order to find the Great Chu, I have been away for three hundred years, but it is too long.

The restricted area also has a mission. After coming back this time, I will not dare to leave rashly, just because the five restricted areas are too involved.

Sword God glanced at Xu Tian, ​​his eyes fixed on one person, he immediately raised his hand and photographed him the next day.

That's a big bearded old man, isn't that Yan old man?

"Junior has seen Sword God." Yan Laodao hurriedly saluted, muttering in his heart, not knowing why Jian Fei Dao arrested him.

"Know where the King of Humans is." Jian Feidao didn't look sideways, as if he knew that Yan Laodao's old family was the King of Humans.

"More than 100 years ago, I worked together with Ye Chen and Beisheng to deduce it. There is only one picture, I don't know where it is!" Yan Laodao took out a jade slip and immediately crushed it.

shattered jade slips,

Showing divine light, a water curtain was transformed in mid-air, and within the water curtain was a great mountain and river.

"Sword God has extensive experience, I don't know if you can see where this is." Yan Laodao looked at Sword God tentatively.

Sword God said nothing, glanced at the water curtain, and then looked at Donghuang Taixin and many quasi emperors of Tianxuanmen.

"If you step through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it."

The Swords of the Heavens, Divine Sword Feidao, Kunlun Goddess Donghuang Taixin, Dan Zun Qiye, Tianxuanmen Zhundi, Jiuhuang Divine Lord, they turned around together and went to the sky to chase the Nine Emperors.

The great mountains and rivers displayed by the water curtain are the Great Chu.

But everyone was puzzled, how did the King of Ying Jie get to Da Chu, without even the Tianxuanmen noticing it.

They were puzzled, and Yan Laodao also scratched his head, not knowing why.

The spectators were stunned for a long time, still in shock, dizzy, unfinished, and dreaming freely.

A big drama, indeed a big drama, this time is not in vain.

For many years, I have never seen such a huge battle.

Tens of millions of monks, more than a hundred quasi emperors, and more than a dozen soldiers of the extreme way, this grand occasion is absolutely unprecedented.

"This is all thanks to the Desolate Holy Body. If it wasn't for him, there would not be such a scene." Too many people sighed.

"Since he came to Xuanhuang, the movement is getting bigger every time."

Many people sighed, and began to count their fingers again. Ye Chen's shocking deeds all the way were picked up.

Sure enough, no matter where he went, there would be a lot of fun, no blood calamity, like a hapless child, he was not pleasing to the eye.

But it turned out that all the people who didn't like him were sent to Huangquan, and the team could be the leader of the queue.

"Don't provoke anyone in the future. The nine emperors of his family are too cruel, and the soldiers of the nine emperors are also domineering."

"Can we talk about it in the future?" The old guys stroked their beards, "He only has his last breath left."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in all directions regretted that the desolate holy body that shook the world was just a doomsday god of war.

"Let's go." The old man Zhundi put his hands in his hands and turned around slowly, "I didn't know where Da Chu was when we arrived."

"Hundreds of quasi emperors will definitely be able to save the seventh old man." Kui Niu and his brothers were secretly determined.

"He was born to write myths." Nandi smiled, "Let's go, go to the ancient city of Kunlun and wait."

The crowd followed, and only Beisheng remained, silently watching Xia Mi, shaking his teeth, his expression complicated and worried.

She expects Ye Chen to live, at least until she expresses the love hidden in her heart, even if she is rejected, she has no regrets.

With the breeze blowing, she also turned around and followed the crowd.

The huge world is instantly empty, and the blood wind is whistling, rolling with sorrow and wailing, precipitated by the years.

The stone tablet in Dachu stands upright, shocking the world: anyone who violates my Dachu will be punished even if they are far away.

The star field of the heavens is vast and boundless, distant and ancient.

On this day, the people of the heavens always felt that there was something more, an air of vicissitudes filled the vast starry sky.

Looking from a distance, it is a great mountain and river, beautiful mountains and rivers, vigorous life, and many ancient past events.

It is the Great Chu, left behind for three hundred years, and integrated into the heavens, absorbing the origin of the heavens and repairing the wounds.

"I'm back, we're back." Across the distance, I heard the hoarse cry of the fifty million monks in Heaven.

"Three hundred years." The monks who were reincarnated in Da Chu rushed from all directions, like a tide like the sea, overwhelming the sky.

The two sides blended together, embraced each other, searched for relatives and old friends, and burst into tears.

Descendants of the emperor, kings of various dynasties, three sects and nine halls and eighty-one gates, Yanhuang, Dancheng, Xiong family, Shangguan family, Situ family, Haotian family, Dongfang Ximen Nangong Beichen, Panlong sea area, Qixi Palace, casting swords city.....

The Great Chu Heavenly Court, the major forces, all have their inheritance.

Three hundred years ago, they fought against the demons and died in this land, and now they are still soaked in blood.

Three hundred years later, when we meet again, there are endless stories, endless vicissitudes, and endless tears.

Before and after are the past and this life, during the three hundred years, it is the red dust, like a fantasy, ancient and distant.

In Zhongtong Dadi, in front of the Hero Tomb, Da Chu monks gathered, and the stone tablet was densely engraved with countless names.

It was 300 years ago, Ye Chen and the few dozen monks who remained, carved it with one knife and one knife, and had experienced many years and hardships.

Today, most of the 90 million heroic souls of Great Chu have returned, but there are still many names that no one has come to claim: Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, Long Ye, Zi Xuan, Chu Hai Shenbing, Sword Emperor, Zhuge Yu, Dugu Ao, Danchen, Danyi, Chu Cangzong, Nangongyue, Dongfang Yuling, Shangguan Xuanzong, Zhong Jiang, Zhong Kui, Ji Ningshuang, Huwa, Four Kings...

They may not have been found, or they may not be able to reincarnate. As early as three hundred years ago, they truly turned into dust of history.

"Every day, I'll come here to remove the dust from your name." Tang Ruxuan took Xiong Er's arm and smiled with tears in her eyes.

Three hundred years is like a moment, but it is also a long time. Her long hair is still as white as snow, and her expression is haggard and pitiful.

"Every day, I look up at the starry sky, hoping that my Xuan'er won't have too many tears." Xiong Er, who has always been unreliable, also said love words, revealing the most real feelings.

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"Father, mother, elder sister, we have been thinking about it for three hundred years." Haotian Shixue and Haotian Shiyue both had tears in their eyes.

"Reunited." Haotian Xuanzhen and Hua Xu smiled gently, looking at their daughters, sons-in-law, and grandchildren with unprecedented excitement and tearful eyes.

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"I've been homesick all these years." Yang Dingtian, Xu Fu, Daoxuan Zhenren, and Dangda Chuan were in tears.

"A hundred times a thousand times, I will never forget it until I die." Situ Nan, Liu Yi, Nie Feng, and Ye Wuxue were all wiping away tears.

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"Although he is only three hundred years old, he suddenly feels older than his previous life." Gu Santong smiled slightly, with nostalgia in his smile.

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"Junior sister, it seems like a lifetime!" Zhong Li's voice was hoarse and his words were vicissitudes, "I didn't expect to see you again."

"One day, Master and Senior Brother will return." Hong Chenxue looked at the stone tablet, and Ling Che's beautiful eyes were hazy.

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"This is my hometown." Xie Yun led Mu Wanqing, Duan Yu led Yun Meng, Qin Yu led Ji Ruyan, Manxiong led Manman... His words were full of warmth.

"Da Chu, it's beautiful." All the girls smiled tenderly.

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In remembrance, Da Chu cultivator left Zhongtong Dadi, Yutian Yujian, Tengyun and driving fog, and gathered at Tianxuanmen.

They can still stand here, all thanks to Ye Chen, but when they came back, Ye Chen of Da Chu fell.

Everyone raised their heads, looked at Xian Mi, full of hope, hoping that the person would wake up and walk out of Tianxuanmen alive.

In Tianxuanmen, hundreds of quasi emperors stood around a cloud platform, and Ye Chen, who was sealed, was lying on it.

"Are you sure the King of Humans is in Great Chu?" The Moon Emperor looked at Donghuang Taixin.

"I have used the nine emperors to locate the soldiers, and I did find a trace of air." Donghuang Taixin whispered, "But there is a mysterious power covering him, and it will take some time."

"I am very surprised. Great Chu has the emperor's way to peep, and the human king is here to respond to the calamity, and the reincarnation of the heavens does not notice at all?"

"It's me who underestimates the human king." Donghuang Taixin smiled and shook his head, "He is the remnant soul of the human emperor, the human emperor is the ancestor of Zhou Tian, ​​and it is not surprising that he can escape the peeping of the emperor."

"I'm afraid, even if the king Fuxi is found, it will be difficult for Ye Chen to change his life." Someone sighed, "He only has one breath left."

"Always try." Nine emperors shot one after another, constantly casting secret techniques to suppress Zhou Tian for Ye Chen, lest the domineering power would swallow up even his last breath.

Sword God, Donghuang Taixin, Dan Zun and other hundreds of quasi emperors also cast spells one after another, hoping to save Ye Chen, only hoping to stabilize Ye Chen's tone, that is the key to his life.

Ye Chen lay still, motionless, his faint consciousness drifted away.

In the haze, he seemed to see a vast land of demons.

Above the devil land, there is a stalwart figure in golden armor, leading millions of gods, all the way to the sky.

Consciousness is blurred again, and when the picture reappears, the Demonic Land of Wuxuan has been dyed blood, as if experiencing a catastrophic catastrophe.

Millions of gods have disappeared and died in battle on that land.

On the blood-colored devil soil, only the back of the stalwart in golden armor was left, dripping with blood, holding a broken sword, swaying, and struggling to move forward in the apocalypse.