Chapter 2022 The Fleeting Year Is Unfavorable

Chapter 2022 The fleeting year is unfavorable

"This..." Ye Chen trembled suddenly, and his face turned pale.

"Which one is it?" The old man looked at the king and asked tentatively.

"The first god general." The king replied, sighing.

His words made the atmosphere instantly depressed, a layer of haze, and the mood was darkened. The disaster was too abrupt and unprepared. A quasi emperor died like this. Emperor Zun battled the world with great achievements, but now, it is the dust of history.

"It's really unfavorable for fleeting years!" The old man sighed and shook his head.

This remark really speaks to Ye Chen's heart. It's not just the disadvantage of the fleeting years. Chu Yingjie Zhundi, no less than a dozen of them have fallen, and he died without knowing who his predecessor was.

Suddenly, a sense of guilt overwhelmed Ye Chen's heart.

In the final analysis, he has an inescapable responsibility for this calamity, and the blood following the limit appeared on the same day, which caused this disaster, and more than 80% of the quasi-emperor level were passively robbed.

Today, it has only been forty years, and there are countless Zhutian Emperors who can be buried. In a disaster, the peak combat power of the heavens has suffered a terrible blow, and it is irreversible.

No one knows, how many people will be buried in the catastrophe. This catastrophe is full of sadness and blood, and people can't help but tremble. The world is too cruel, and the sky is too cold-blooded. The journey is covered with the blood and bones of life, and anyone may fall on the road.

The night was terrifyingly quiet, the three of them were silent, and even the wretched old man received the collector's edition, and it was hard to hide the sadness in his eyes.

This time, what the three of them drank was no longer ancient tea, but strong wine, extremely bitter, so bitter that it was hard to swallow.

The sky is approaching dawn, and there are more and more people on the street.

On a new day, the ancient city can be described as full of vigor, and all walks of life are full of energy. Restaurants, booths, and jugglers are all attracting guests, shouting constantly, and it is very lively. All kinds of mortals are playing various roles in the hustle and bustle. , to play the world's cold and warm, to draw out all kinds of mundane situations.

This time, the old man's tea stall became extraordinarily inconspicuous.

However, most people passing by will turn their heads and look at this side with a strange expression, especially Ye Chen and the king,

Cloaked in a cape, wearing a cloak, it does not show its true face, so that the pedestrians who pass by can't help but step forward and unveil the mysterious veil.

Soon, guests came to the tea stall, and the old man got up to make tea with warm water.

Ye Chen took away his sorrowful thoughts, and just quietly looked at the old man who sold tea. He was obviously a strong man of the generation, the supreme quasi-emperor, but he was selling tea in the mortal world. He urged and cursed the tea customers without any anger, just a smile. Greetings, it seems that he is this mortal world, an ordinary tea seller.

Ye Chen began to understand that the intention of the King of Humans was not to get the word Dunjia, but his real purpose was to show him how this old senior practiced in the mortal world.

Although the world of mortals is no better than the world of monks, and although there is no such dreamy fairyland, there is one thing that the world of monks will never be able to compare with, that is, the ordinary origin of the origin, which monks cannot imitate.

"Old man, a bowl of tea." When Ye Chen pondered deeply, a voice sounded, indifferent and emotionless.

His thoughts were interrupted, and Ye Chen turned his head subconsciously and looked aside.

At the tea table next to him, a new guest came. He was also wearing a cape. He was frail, but he was handsome. Handsome out of the sky, perfect.

She should be a swordsman, well, to be more precise, an assassin. She is sullen and introverted, cold to the bone, her eyes are as indifferent as ice, and there is no trace of human emotion on her cheeks.

When Ye Chen watched, she just sat down, put the sword on the table, and only drank tea quietly. Perhaps her temperament was so cold that people who came to drink tea subconsciously kept their distance from her. , Master, this is a martial arts master.

Ye Chen closed his eyes and deliberately pulled the cloak down.

It's not his fault, it's just because this woman dressed as a man is a person who should be robbed, or the emperor of his great Chu: the Moon Emperor.

Looking at the king again, he did the same thing, pulling the cloak down, as if he knew that this woman was the moon emperor.

Although the two sighed, they were not too shocked. During their cultivation, they met too many people who should be robbed. They had various roles, including monks and mortals, spirit grasses and monsters.

Now that the Moon Emperor should be robbed as an assassin, compared to those quasi emperors who should be robbed into spirit grass and monsters, it is already normal.

"Her destiny is very weak." The King of Humans spoke slowly.

"You mean, it is very likely that Senior Moon Emperor will not be able to cross the threshold of Ying Jie?" Ye Chen's body was tense, staring at the King.

"Anyone who should be robbed may be buried in the calamity." The king said lightly, "It's a blessing or a disaster, it depends on the fortune."

Ye Chen is silent, his question is a bit too brainless. It should be robbed and enter the world. He has said it thousands of times. Whether he can pass the test smoothly depends on good luck.

It is true that the human king can use the power of good fortune to reverse the calamity of the people, but it will inevitably cause more changes. After all, the human king Fuxi is not the god king of creation, and this field is not his expertise.

"What's the situation, it's still dark." When the two secretly voiced their voices, they shouted in surprise.

Indeed, there are dark clouds in the sky, the clear sky is covered with darkness, and among the rolling dark clouds, there are lightning and thunder, like a sign before the rain, and like a monk's catastrophe.

Because of this change, there was a commotion in the ancient city, both the pedestrians and the stall owners raised their heads, even the people in the restaurant ran out, and the people on the second floor opened their windows and looked up.

Under the attention of all the people, a purple-haired youth manifested, stepping from the sky, his eyes were scarlet, his clothes were hunting, he was a monk in the imperial realm.

"It's Ying Jie again." Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and could see that it was a Ying Jie quasi emperor, or a prehistoric quasi emperor.

"Immortal?" The mortals in the city murmured, looking dazed. If they can step on the void, isn't it a legendary god?

Of course, before they could crawl to the ground, a powerful coercion descended from the sky and enveloped the ancient city. The mortals in the city, whether standing or sitting, were crushed and unable to move. Including Ye Chen and the others.

"It's best to use your blood to sacrifice and refine my magic weapon." The purple-haired young man smiled faintly, his eyes flashed, and his words were filled with an irresistible magic. She was like a king, standing in the sky. , overlooking the common ants, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, and his expression is playful and playful.

Immediately, he saw a ray of blood light from the center of his eyebrows, turning into a pagoda, with silver radiance all over his body, overflowing with dazzling immortal energy, each ray is extremely heavy, making the sky tremble.

Seeing this, Ye Chen's eyes became cold. As a holy king, he knew that the purple-haired youth wanted to swallow mortals into the tower and destroy them. This was an evil method of refining weapons. The purpose of sacrificing one's own life-skilled instruments is the resentment of living beings. He has seen too many such methods of refining instruments.

"Don't intervene." Seeing that Ye Chen was about to make a move, the king said.

"If she doesn't intervene, Senior Moon Emperor will not be able to escape this death." Ye Chen said, and glanced at the Moon Emperor, her face was also pale, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding. In the mortal world, although she is a martial arts master, she can In front of the cultivator, she is far from enough to see, a royal realm, a palm and a foot make her die countless times.

"Don't worry, someone will take care of it." The king said lightly, still drinking quietly, as if he hadn't seen the misfortunes of mortals.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a big hand suddenly appeared.

The purple-haired youth in the virtual sky was just about to devour the living beings from the God Tower when he bumped into the big hand. Couldn't move, let alone run away.

In just an instant, he was wiped into nothingness by a palm, even the screams were saved, and his natal tower was also blown up.

To the death, he is depressed, so many mortal ancient stars, he chose here, no idea, in this city, there are people with great magical powers, and if they are not careful, they will lose their lives.

Because of his death, this dim world has become bright again.

In the city, the imprisoned mortals also resumed their actions. Without saying a word, they collapsed in a large area, all sweating, their faces pale, and they were panting heavily.

At that moment, they only felt cold all over, as if they had been dragged into hell. It was not difficult to guess that there were other immortals who came to the rescue. Otherwise, they would have already gone to Huangquan Road.

It's just that they were mortal to the naked eye, and naturally they didn't know who saved them.

Ordinary people don't know, it doesn't mean Ye Chen doesn't know, he is really looking at it, it is the old tea seller who shoots, a palm is very casual, a royal realm, in his eyes, it is far from enough to see.

"He intervenes like this, won't he disturb Ying Jie?" Ye Chen asked.

"He didn't know that he was the one who should be robbed." Ren Wang Youyou said.

"How could I not know." Ye Chen wondered, "I can see that he is a quasi-emperor, so he can't see it?"

"My vision is almost wrong, let alone him." The King couldn't help laughing, "Although this old guy is not weak in combat, his vision is far worse. In a certain sense, he is not as good as you. If you don't know, there is no serious problem. As the saying goes, those who don't know are innocent. Under such circumstances, it will not disturb Ying Jie, and you and I are another matter. We already know that it is Ying Jie. Interfering with oneself, this is intentional, and the two are different in nature."

"So that's the case." Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief, showing no pity for the death of the Honghuang Emperor.

On the side, Yuehuang got up, left two copper coins on the table, and stumbled away, submerging into the crowd, with a bleak back.

Ye Chen watched her leave, and he couldn't bear it. All the kings said that her fate was weak, and she was likely to be buried in the calamity.

Perhaps, this time will be their last meeting. If they really fall into the calamity, how sad Qian Shangyue will be.