Chapter 368

"Boom......"

When the stone gate was pushed open, fairy fog burst out, and the silver light flashed. Behind the door, it seemed like a strange world, which made Chen Xiaoming's eyebrows pick up.

Looking intently, there is a silver fruit tree in the world, emitting endless silver light.

"How?"

Chen Xiaoming hesitated and stepped into the fairy fog.

The fog is thick. Once you enter, even Chen Xiaoming's accomplishments are difficult to see around.

The fog in front gradually dissipated, and Chen Xiaoming walked slowly. When the light shone on him, Chen Xiaoming was stunned.

What you see is not the bronze immortal hall, but a mountain top, a wooden house, an ancient tree and a stone tablet.

The wooden house is simple, as if it had experienced thousands of years and experienced the vicissitudes of time.

Chen Xiaoming looked dignified. The layout of the mountain top in front of him made him feel his own breath.

Both the style of the wooden house and the location of the ancient trees have their own shadow.

Familiar and on the way forward, Chen Xiaoming stepped into the wooden house. In the humble wooden house, the furniture is still intact and has not been obliterated by time.

I don't know why, looking at the scene in the wooden house, what Chen Xiaoming recalls most in his mind is the scene on the East huangjun mountain.

Touching the cold wood, although there was no breath, the more so, the more heavy Chen Xiaoming felt.

Out of the cabin, came under the ancient tree, looked up, and his eyes were frozen.

Although the ancient tree is vibrant, it has actually lost its essence. At the top of the ancient tree, a place that should have seeds is empty.

The faint silver light has not disappeared even after thousands of years.

"Green tree!"

With a heavy word in his mouth, Chen Xiaoming guessed where it was.

But he doesn't know why he came here.

Heavy to the last stone, dark stone, empty.

Chen Xiaoming reached out and touched it. The stone tablet was cold to the bone. Just a touch, a cold surge from the depths of his soul, as if to completely freeze Chen Xiaoming's soul.

But Chen Xiaoming ignored it and stared at the stone tablet.

He doesn't believe it. He doesn't believe he'll leave nothing.

"Boom!"

The stone tablet exploded, and for a time, the flying stones splashed, turned into powder and dissipated.

Chen Xiaoming was stunned and silent.

Looking back at the wooden houses and ancient trees, everything here gradually turned into wisps of smoke with a breeze.

Almost in the twinkling of an eye, Chen Xiaoming fell into the fairy fog again.

…………………

At the same time, in a vast chaotic world

On the top of the mountain, a silver haired man, with a grim look and sharp eyes, looked at Chen Xiaoming at the moment through the endless void.

There is anger flashing in the eyes, the whole body breath slowly diffuses, and the chaotic void around collapses inch by inch under the breath.

"Step."

Behind him came a slight sound of footsteps, and a dusty and indifferent figure came slowly. The figure is beautiful, outstanding and unique.

The figure just walked to the man's side and looked at the emptiness in front of the man without a trace of anger.

"He, not you!"

The figure just said a word, and then left slowly without saying a word.

The silver haired man looked complex and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he looked at Chen Xiaoming under the void and shook his head.

"He, after all, is me!"

…………………

Ancient forbidden area, deep in the abyss

Chen Xiaoming walked slowly out of the fairy fog. What he saw this time was no longer an ancient wooden tree, but an ethereal fairy field.

The fragrance of flowers is elegant, the light and color are flowing, and the fairy spirit is swirling. There is no doubt that the end is a fairyland.

Walking all the way to the deepest place, Chen Xiaoming came slowly. The famine slaves couldn't see it all the way, let alone stop half a minute.

The bronze immortal hall appears, standing in the fairyland, accompanied by clear springs and dotted with divine grass.

Chen Xiaoming wants to know what happened after he left?

The scenes on the top of the mountain are not left by the past.

The only thing I can tell myself is the figure in the bronze immortal hall.

One step out, Chen Xiaoming stepped into the bronze immortal hall. In the middle, a beautiful and unreal figure sat in front.

The figure is a generation of female emperor, cruel emperor.

The empress opened her eyes and was a little confused. Looking at Chen Xiaoming who showed her figure, she was a little confused.

The memory in my mind is somewhat familiar with Chen Xiaoming, but I can't remember who the other party is.

"Who are you?"

The empress asked with a voice like the sound of nature.

But Chen Xiaoming, who heard the speech, was stunned. The light in his eyes moved and saw through the cruel emperor.

After staring for a long time, Chen Xiaoming frowned and shook his head.

"You, not her."

Although the breath is similar, Chen Xiaoming can confirm that the other party is not the woman in his memory.

If you have to give each other an identity, she is just the amazing and gorgeous cruel emperor!

"Who are you?"

Repeatedly asked, the female emperor became more and more confused. Has he seen the person in front of her?

But why have you seen it, but it's so strange.

"Me? Chen Xiaoming."

Gently spit out his name. I wanted to know the situation of that year from each other, but it seems that I can't do it.

The woman in front of me is just the cruel emperor, not the woman in my memory.

"Chen Xiaoming?"

The strange name made the empress's eyebrows pick. She looked at Chen Xiaoming and fell into deep thought.

Without getting the answer he wanted, Chen Xiaoming didn't stop, sighed slightly and left directly.

At the moment, Chen Xiaoming's heart is very complex. He doesn't know whether to rejoice or regret.

Walking on the road of leaving step by step, I recall the scene of the wooden house more in my mind.

Perhaps the former empress had already left.

What is left here, I don't know whether it is a residual shadow or a memory.

As for where the man went, Chen Xiaoming didn't know. Maybe he had to ask another himself.

After all, Chen Xiaoming still didn't understand the inexplicable feelings.

Step out of the stone gate. The stone gate closes slowly. Finally, he looks back, turns and leaves directly.

There are some things he will find out, and all he needs now is strength.

Just as Chen Xiaoming left, the female emperor in the bronze immortal hall frowned and thought for a long time. Chen Xiaoming still had no memory in his mind.

But that sense of familiarity doesn't seem to be false.

After pondering for a long time, the female emperor still didn't understand. In the blurred eyes, she fell asleep again.

Beyond the abyss, Chen Xiaoming stepped out and looked at the vast void. Chen Xiaoming seemed to see a pair of eyes staring at himself.

His eyes gradually sharpened and his face was dignified.

"Wait, we'll meet eventually."