Chapter 2834 Lonely Road

Chapter 2834 lonely road

boom! Boom!

The humming of the heavens is still continuing, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, like the beating of a human heart, every time there is a roar, the hearts of the world will tremble.

"It's like this every three days, where is the sound?"

"God knows, maybe the demons are making trouble again."

"It always feels like disaster is coming."

Under the sky, there are so many murmurs, and so many people look at nothingness, and they are all gloomy. Most of the time, the monk's hunch comes true.

I don't know when, the rumbling sound was annihilated.

Ye Chen closed his eyes, his eyes were bright and dark, and the same was true for the swordsman beside him. Although his combat power was not as strong as Ye Chen's, he could perceive it but he was no weaker than Ye Chen.

"Send me into a black hole." Jian Zun said.

"It's not a good place inside." Ye Chen smiled.

"I realize the Tao in loneliness, and I want to get the original heart." Jian Zun smiled slightly, his eyes were ancient and waveless. The so-called original heart is also the heart of the Tao, which is to precipitate his supreme swordsmanship in the boundless darkness.

Ye Chen didn't say any more, his palm lightly placed on Jian Zun's shoulder, and he applied the Dao of Reincarnation.

Reappearing, the two are already in a black hole.

"If senior is free, he will help find a demon, a living demon." Ye Chen coughed dryly, "Junior is of great use, don't cut it into ashes with a single sword."

When Jian Zun heard this, he knew why Ye Chen looked at him before, why it was so strange, his sword didn't matter, Ye Chen was very embarrassed, he finally found a lively demon, and he was slashed into the gate of hell with his sword , If you want to find it again, it's really hard to go to the sky.

Without saying a word, Jian Zun turned around silently, walked away step by step, and went straight to the depths of the darkness. His back was bleak and vicissitudes of life.

Ye Chen took a deep breath and watched him go. He should have understood that the old man who practiced swordsmanship had seen through the world and wanted to realize the Tao in loneliness.

In the era of the emperor's changes, the emperor's suppression was weakened to the utmost, and the speed was getting faster and faster, anyone could become an emperor, and Jianzun was no exception.

Until the back of the swordsman,

After disappearing into the darkness, Ye Chen turned around, but still suppressed the impulse of the swordsman with the hammer, it was the Mo Qin who was in the calamity, and his picture scrolls were sold all over the world.

Once again, he turned into a clone.

This time, it's March again.

In March, the starry sky of the heavens was much calmer than before, and the Honghuang tribe was never found again, but the rumbling sound, but every three to five, sounded louder and louder every time, like a death knell from hell, shaking people's hearts, Too many people are awakened from their dreams.

"It's another harbinger of catastrophe."

At the peak of the Tianxu forbidden area, the King of Heaven quietly looked up at Cang Miao, and he couldn't hide the worry in his eyes.

"Should catch up."

Huangquan Tianwang said leisurely, there was also worry in his eyes, but more than Tianxu Tianwang was a touch of firmness.

Why!

The other heavenly kings sighed a lot. In their worries and determination, exhaustion was carved. They have witnessed countless vicissitudes, but they have also been worn down by the years.

Deep in the black hole, Ye Chen stood still and looked into the distance.

There, there is a sea of ​​blood, the blood-colored clouds are hazy, and sometimes you can hear the screams of ghosts. It is Ye Chen's state of mind, and he can't help but be in a trance. There are too many evil thoughts and resentments in it, and evil spirits have long been bred.

Under Ye Chen's feet, a sea of ​​golden immortals was born, swallowing all the way, drowning the sea of ​​blood, the evil spirits in it, such as ghosts wailing, but could not escape his erasure, that should be a kind of relief.

The sea of ​​​​blood was swallowed up, and the purple gold gourd flew out again, sucking a trace of Emperor Yun.

Along the way, such as these battlefields, Ye Chen has seen too much.

It is not difficult to imagine that in ancient times, the battle between Heavenly Court and the First Holy Body and the Demons spread far and wide. Most of the attacks of the Emperor Dao were not only the Great Dao, but also the black hole in this space. This is also the black hole. Because of the broken imperial artifact.

It's a pity that after walking around for several months, I haven't seen the broken imperial soldiers again.

Another endless journey.

Jian Zun's back is lonely, but Ye Chen's back is not like a ghost, wandering in the boundless darkness, continuing to find the living demon.

He has gone far enough, and he is not sure whether the darkness he is in has ever come. When he set out from the Great Chu to search for the heavens, he spent a hundred years in the black hole. In those years, he did not know what light was.

I don't know what day, he came out of the black hole.

In the distance, the galaxy roams, the sea of ​​stars is turbulent, and the dazzling stars seem to carry a distant story, shining on the long starry sky, and reflecting the vicissitudes of life.

That is the Xuanhuang Xinghai, wrapped in a monk's holy land.

Ye Chen sacrificed to the gate of the domain again and crossed the sea of ​​​​stars.

When he fell again, it was already the Beiyue of Xuanhuang.

The mysterious desert at night is quiet and peaceful. The ancient cities, like pearls, are inlaid on the ground.

No one knows that the Eucharist has come to Xuanhuang, and all the monks gather in the gathering place, and all the legends of the Eucharist are said.

Ye Chen crossed the ancient star, crossed a Xiongjiang river that crossed the east and west, and stopped in front of a mountain. Inside, there was a great space of space. The great space of the Jiuli tribe was the hometown of Beisheng.

hum!

Accompanied by a humming sound, there is a light door holding up the sky.

Ye Chen raised his foot and stepped in.

Since he came to Xuanhuang, there is no reason not to come to the Jiuli clan. It was the princess of this clan who sacrificed herself and washed away his demons with the power of purifying the world.

It was still the steep mountain, and Ye Chen fell gently.

As soon as he entered his eyes, he saw a tomb, which was also the tomb of Beisheng. On the small tombstone, her name was engraved: Jiuli Muxue.

This is the first time he has seen Beisheng's name. It has only four words, and it is very dazzling. His mind is in a trance.

"coming."

Behind him, a hoarse voice sounded, and a figure had been transformed into a figure. It was the Holy Master of the Nine Clans, the father of Beisheng. He was in his prime, but his hair was white, his waist was slightly hunched, and his eyes were full of sorrow.

Ye Chen stood still, bowed his hands and bent over. It was a gift from the younger generation, and it was also a gift of guilt. It was his daughter who saved him with his life. He owed Beisheng and his father. The white-haired man gave the black-haired man. Over the years, without the father of his daughter, he should have lived a very miserable life.

"She chose, you don't need to blame yourself."

Holy Master Jiuli smiled far-fetched, and went to the Northern Holy Tomb again, brushing the dust of the years for his daughter.

Under the moon, there are petals flying, reflecting the stars and moonlight, and the purple and red, one after another, fell on the tomb, and the fragrance of flowers overflowed, like the fragrance of a woman.

The breeze blew lightly, and the phantom of a woman appeared in shock. Looking back at the world and Ye Chen, she looked back and smiled, her sweetness was overwhelming.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyebrows were also slightly wrinkled.

"You read that right, it's Xue'er from my family."

Holy Master Jiuli laughed.

"She... still?" Ye Chen asked hastily.

"It lives in the hearts of my Jiuli people." The Holy Master Jiuli sat down and raised a jug, "You should have heard of the power of worship, and it is because of my family's worship and my family's immortal law that they gathered together. That phantom."

Ye Chen didn't say a word, and there was a glint in his eyes.

The power of worship, he has heard of it, is a mysterious and mysterious power, invisible and invisible, but it really exists, such as Taoist temples, Buddhist halls, and temples. Invisibly gathered, many become spirits.

"There is hope."

Ye Chen's eyes were like torches, and the eyes of Holy Master Jiuli were also full of infinite hope.

"In the history of our clan, there is no precedent for those who have been resurrected by this method. From beginning to end, they are just a phantom." Holy Master Jiuli shook his head helplessly.

"The younger generation firmly believes that she can be resurrected."

Ye Chen left a sentence, turned around, stepped out of the Jiuli tribe, and went straight to the Huangquan restricted area.