Chapter 1798 Find a Place to Drink!
Chapter 1798 Find a place to drink!
"I can't wait." Ye Chen took a deep breath.
Inexplicably, there is still some tension in my heart. The psychic contract has been printed, and he may be channeled to the heavens at any time.
I'm going to go back to my hometown, how can I not be excited, I'm so homesick.
For others, he was only dead for a year or two, but for himself, a thousand years had passed.
Too tired all the way, my heart is old, and I want to return to my roots.
On one side, Qingchuan's eyes were bright, rubbing his palms fiercely, eager to try, and looking at him, he was more excited than Ye Chen.
Just imagine, if Ye Chen went back, the heavens would definitely explode.
He didn't need to look at it, and he knew how wonderful the expressions of the world were.
There are also the princes of the prehistoric clan, who are all arrogant, bullying the Quartet, and causing too many blood calamities, and Ye Chen, the ancient holy body, will be their nightmare.
The more Qing Chuan thought about it, the more excited he became, and his mind was already imagining that scene.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing, put his head down and laughed, everyone watching raised their eyebrows: This guy is sick!
Qingluan coughed dryly and kicked Qingchuan aside.
Qing Chuan was embarrassed. It was undeniable that he was a little excited.
The mountain peak is not peaceful, there are constantly people coming, both men and women, the cultivation base is not very high, the strongest is the saint.
They, from all ethnic groups, like Qingchuan, stayed in the heavens as psychic beasts, and they all returned from the heavens not long ago.
When they saw Ye Chen, everyone was so excited that they almost knelt there.
The Eucharist Ye Chen has long since died, and no one in the heavens and the world knows that the myth he created is still preached in the stars.
But who would have thought that the Eucharist is still alive and in the spiritual realm.
Not long ago, he slaughtered another half-emperor against the sky, and the half-emperor was also an emperor. In total, he slaughtered three emperors in one lifetime.
Being able to meet the ruthless man in the legend is really a blessing for three lives.
Ye Chen smiled,
Not idle, inquiring one by one, asking everyone's hosts, maybe they are acquaintances.
Unfortunately, I couldn't find it, and I haven't heard of one.
Qingluan is very efficient in doing things, and collects the detailed information of everyone's hosts and gives them to Ye Chen, so that Ye Chen can find them.
All for the sake of safety, bring those hosts back to Da Chu, and then use the psychic summons to avoid accidents on the way.
"I've been living in my family recently, don't run out if you have nothing to do." Qingluan said with a smile, "I need to borrow your psychic contract."
"Understood." Everyone nodded hurriedly, each happily.
"I've been with Eucharist Ye Chen for a long time, and it's a good idea to go out."
"I admire you like this." Ye Chen said deeply.
"Boy, go in peace! I'll take care of your daughter-in-law for you." Ming Jue patted Ye Chen on the shoulder, revealing two rows of white teeth, although he was smiling, but that smile was not normal at all.
"I'm leaving, let's find a place to drink!" Ye Chen said meaningfully, hugging Mingjue's neck, and regardless of whether Mingjue wanted to or not, he dragged him away and went straight to the depths of the mountain.
Soon, he heard screams, howls and howls, and his domineering side leaked.
Looking away, the mountain they went to was rumbling.
That was Ye Chen's great power, holding Ming Jue's leg, hitting the ground again and again, not blowing, but falling to death.
The corners of everyone's mouth twitched, especially the respective psychic beasts, their hearts were pounding, and they didn't need to look at it, it hurt when they heard it.
I heard that Ye Chen had a bad temper, and he started to dry if he didn't agree with each other. I saw it today, and it was the legendary urine.
Looking at Chu Ling, Bai Zhi and Qing Luan, the three girls had a tacit understanding, each holding a small mirror and only caring about their hair.
I don't know why, listening to the screams made me feel inexplicably happy.
Just happy, just want to laugh, you say God is not miraculous.
Not long after, Ye Chen swayed back, and the cool words on his face were a big close-up, and the boards were neat.
As for Ming Jue, he just walked through the gate of hell, and he was sleeping soundly? He was hung on the tree by Ye Chen.
A small episode passed, and everyone left the mountain one after another, leaving the last time to Ye Chen and Chu Ling.
The mountain peaks are quiet, it really becomes a world of two people, no one disturbs them.
The outside world was very lively, and the spiritual world of the heavens was very conscious, and announced to the spiritual realm that the Eucharist Ye Chen was the holy master of the spiritual realm.
As soon as this news came out, the spiritual realm shook, and the Quartet came to cast.
There was no objection from all ethnic groups, which also affected many loose cultivators and the cohesion of the spiritual realm, because Ye Chen... climbed to the peak.
On the second day, the reincarnated people in the spiritual realm gathered on the mountain peak.
Ye Chen personally cooked and made a table of delicious delicacies.
The picture is sensational, with tears and laughter, talking about the past, reciting the glorious years, and looking at the hometown of Da Chu.
There are no holy masters and subordinates here, some are just hometown people.
Fortunately, the reincarnations are still alive, and as long as Ye Chen returns to the heavens and finds the hosts, he can summon them.
The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the people from the hometown were drunk, hooked on their shoulders, and staggered down the mountain.
"Excited or not." Chu Ling held Ye Chen, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she smiled like a little girl.
"Excited." Ye Chen smiled and looked at nothingness, his expression was vicissitudes, as if he could see the mountains and rivers of Dachu across the endless mist.
The starry sky of the heavens and the world is still so vast and deep.
The quicksand wandered and drifted to the depths, with no beginning and no end, gathering into a galaxy, witnessing the changes of the vicissitudes of life.
The stars, shining with light, outline a wonderful picture.
In the starry sky, Yi Qianying walked forward silently, wearing white clothes, white hair and white cloak, lingering in the Xianxia all over her body, surrounding the gorgeous fairy light.
She is really like a fairy in Lingxiao, she does not eat the fireworks of the world, does not provoke the fine dust of the world, her elegance is peerless, and she is holy and flawless.
This woman, look closely, isn't it Ji Ningshuang?
Her face is peerless, but she is also haggard, with tears in the corners of her eyes, thin and delicate body, dark eyes, poignant and pitiful.
After the ban was lifted, she finally left Wangchuan and Xuanhuang.
She is like a wandering soul. She has been wandering for a long time. She wants to go back to Da Chu, but there is no one named Ye Chen in the mountains and rivers.
In front of an ancient star, she stopped for a long time.
This ancient star is far away from the prosperity of the heavens, and is infinitely close to the frontiers of the universe. There are living beings in it, but they are all mortals.
"Huafan Xing." She murmured softly, and she had never visited this ancient star, but it was marked in the Divine Sea Starry Sky Map.
Its name Huafan is indeed ordinary, and there is no trace of a monk.
She stepped in. She was a little tired of the three hundred years of her past life and this life. She wanted to hide in this world, not to worry about the world.
She will give birth to a child here and be an ordinary person.
On the top of the highest mountain on Huafan Star, she gently descended.
The ancient star is not big, but there are also large mountains, and there is the east stream of Changchuan. There are small villages under the mountains and on the banks of Changchuan.
Everything is ordinary, ordinary and comfortable, quiet and peaceful.
When he was looking at it, he suddenly saw the cold wind raging, rolling in the wild air, tyrannical and bloodthirsty, billowing dark clouds, covering the vast starry sky.
Ji Ningshuang looked back and looked at the virtual sky behind him. There was an illusion of a figure, it was an old man with a big long python robe.
It was a quasi emperor, with bloody hair, majestic qi and blood, and a pair of old eyes that were scarlet, deep and boundless, like a secluded abyss.
"Yongtu clan." Ji Ningshuang frowned, since he left Wangchuan, the one who heard the most was the Great Wilderness clan, and the Yantou clan, the great clan of the Great Wilderness clan, was absolutely terrifying.
"I was passing by, but I didn't think about it, but I actually met the Immortal Body of Yaochi, which is really good." The blood-haired old man licked his tongue, his expression was greedy and fierce, and his eyes flashed with obscene and obscene light.
"Zhutian and Honghuang have already had a truce agreement. Senior, do you want to start a war again?" Ji Ningshuang said.
"Destroy you secretly, who will know." The blood-haired old man grinned, and probed the dry veteran to suppress Ji Ningshuang.
Emperor Zhun's palm, how terrifying, the sky has collapsed.
Ji Ningshuang's expression was solemn, but she wanted to escape, but the problem was that she had been imprisoned by the prestige of the Emperor and could not move at all.
Of course, at this moment, a crystal clear jade hand suddenly manifested, I don't know where it came from, and it was photographed from a distant era.
On the spot, the blood-haired old man slapped flying, turned over a full 800 feet, and the overbearing divine body exploded and was almost wiped out.
Ji Ningshuang was astonished, she never thought that there was a powerful cultivator in Little Gu Xing, who must be the Emperor Zhun, a terrible Emperor Zhun.
"Who is it, get out." The blood-haired old man was furious and transformed his body into a huge mountain, with a violent aura, and bloody eyes the size of a wine jar, staring at the sky.
His roar was not echoed, and it was a crystal jade hand, shot across the vastness, gorgeous and holy.
This palm is even more domineering. The blood-haired old man who was arrogant in the last moment was beaten back to the human form in this instant.
Blood, like rain, swept across the sky, dyeing the world red.
At this time, the blood-haired old man of the Tongtu clan hesitated. He turned around and fled without thinking about it. Obviously, he was far from an opponent.
"Thank you for your rescue, senior." Ji Ningshuang bent over and bowed to the party, which was a life-saving grace.
But seeing that side, a woman in Tsing Yi appeared and came slowly, with strange footwork, as if stepping on the long river of time.
There was no fairy light lingering in her body, ordinary and ordinary, without the slightest cultivator's breath revealed, just like a mortal.
Ji Ningshuang could see that she had returned to her original nature, with only two palms, she would almost destroy the Emperor Zhun, and she must be a great supernatural power of the heaven-defying level.
Besides, her face is peerless, flawless, and her beautiful eyes are clear, making everything in the world dim.
The woman in Tsing Yi arrived. Although she was close, in Ji Ningshuang's eyes, she was farther than a dream, and she longed for something beyond reach.
"God's Retribution." The woman in Tsing Yi opened her lips slightly, her expression was indifferent, her words were like the sounds of nature, and it was very pleasant. Her eyes were silently looking at Ji Ningshuang's lower abdomen, and she could see the clues at a glance.
"Di Xuan." Ji Ningshuang also murmured softly, staring at the woman in Tsing Yi, her eyes fixed on the line between her eyebrows, which was an emperor line, representing a person's identity.
"She... the younger sister of Emperor Xianwu?" Ji Ningshuang looked dazed, she recognized the emperor pattern, and there was no way to find the second person in the whole world with the emperor's divine pattern engraved on the eyebrows.
Emperor Zun's younger sister, a legendary existence, was still alive, and Ji Ningshuang's calm state of mind caused waves.
"Run, run again!" When the two women murmured softly, a loud scolding came from the sky, and the blood-haired old man of the Tongtu clan who had fled before came back, and he was beaten back.
Looking at the person who beat him back, he was really an acquaintance, but he was the sixth divine general under the throne of Emperor Xianwu: Hua Qingluo.
The only one who dares to walk under the emperor's calamity... is him.
Or to say that he was a divine general, suddenly very, the blood-haired old man of the Yingtu tribe, a dignified quasi emperor, was stunned to be kicked to death by him.