Chapter 1087

Big Chu is peaceful and peaceful.

On the land of Zhongtong, there are countless figures standing, most of them are old monks with their own descendants.

They stand in front of the hero's grave, take out the wine pot, sprinkle the wine.

Today, beside the hero's tomb, there is a statue of Ye Chen. Every knife and every grain is a marvelous craftsmanship, which makes him vividly portrayed.

A hundred years!

Too many people look at the statue of Ye Chen with a look of vicissitudes.

One hundred years, ye Chen has been gone for a hundred years.

All the people look nostalgic. Most of them are monks after reincarnation. In a hundred years, they have already recovered their previous cultivation and become the ancestors of a school.

However, even if it is a hundred years of wasted time, they still remember the thin young man in the past. It is he who has won a great deal of light for this land, and it is he who has embarked on the lonely journey for this land.

"Mother, is that my uncle?" Under the statue, a seven or eight year old boy looks up at Haotian Shiyu.

"He is a hero of the world." When Haotian Shiyu smiles, water mist still lingers in her beautiful eyes. She reincarnates, but she does not see her father, mother, sister Shiyue and many members of Haotian aristocratic family. Now, she is also a mother and one of the ancestors of Haotian family and Jiancheng.

Chen rongyun is also full of remembrance of her body. In the past 100 years, he has already lost his former spirit and become one of the most powerful alchemists in Da Chu.

Haotian Shixue and lizhang also came, holding a child of three or five years old and quietly looking at the statue of Ye Chen.

Yang Dingtian and they rowed from the sky and fell in front of the hero tomb.

All the people did not speak. They were quietly looking up at the statue of Ye Chen. Huoteng Shiyan's eyes were full of tears. Tang ruxuan's hands were clasped in prayer. They took out their wine pots respectively.

When Yanhuang people arrived, so did Panlong sea area. Along with them came Heilong Island, Dancheng, Beihai aristocratic family, Xuantian aristocratic family, four great aristocratic families of Dachu, three schools of Southern Chu, Shangguan family, Xiong family, situ family, twilight family, Ouyang family, Su family, Zhao family, descendants of emperors.

They were speechless and came forward one after another, either sprinkling wine or burning incense.

After that, many people came, most of them former friends of Ye Chen, and most of them came after the reincarnation of the great Chu heroes.

Also brought along were young disciples from all sides.

At the moment, they are also devoutly kneeling, but their faces are full of doubts.

Since they can remember, they have been brought here every year for a memorial ceremony. They don't know who ye Chen was, until he was an earthly ancestor who had shed his blood on this land.

A hundred years on, a new generation has replaced the old.

Today, the big Chu is competing for the best, the stars are bright, and Tianjiao's disciples emerge in endlessly.

After a hundred years of recuperation, this land has really ushered in the first prosperous era after the catastrophe. All parties are at peace. There has been no war and chaos in the past 100 years. The word "Tianting" is also hung in front of the name of each force.

For a hundred years, the new generation of mortals has replaced the old.

In a quiet mountain forest, there are two more tombstones around the sunset tombstone, which are her father, emperor and mother's empress. At the moment, the grass is luxuriant.

In a palace, Liu Ruyan's tomb is no longer filled by the old man who sweeps the fallen leaves for her. Only in the dead of night, there are two or two strings of Qin music resounding between heaven and earth.

Boss, a hundred years ago, you are still OK!

Far away, ye Chen's jiuzundao body stands still, and there is a gentle woman around her.

Over the past 100 years, they have become a family with free bodies. They have found their love in the world of the world. Every year, they will come here to pay a memorial ceremony and stop at the statue of Ye Chen for a long time.

A hundred years!

Tianxuanmen, donghuangtai heart quietly looking up at the ethereal nothingness.

Like her, so are Fu Ya and those old emperor to be. After a hundred years' delay, they have become more and more old.

One hundred years ago, they sent Ye Chen away here.

A hundred years later, they still stop here and look at the direction, but do not know that the young man is still alive.

Several decades ago, ye Chen's three thousand incarnations turned into mist at the same time. From that moment on, their eyes were dim, and their separation dissipated, which proved that something had happened to YIZUN and affected the Fen Shen.

Perhaps, ye Chen, whom they have high hopes for, has already died and fallen down tired in the boundless darkness and loneliness.

..........。

Space black hole, deep and dead.

If you look at it carefully, there is a faint light in the boundless darkness, like a grain of dust in the starry sky.

That's Ye Chen. He's not dead yet. He's still struggling.

Today, he is already very old, with gray hair, cloudy and dim eyes, the whole body of the holy light, but also looming, all the time there is the possibility of annihilation, every step taken, is incomparably heavy.He has been in this space black hole for a hundred years.

For a hundred years, he has been groping in the darkness like a blind man, without direction or end.

A hundred years, did not erase his faith, even though the hair is white, even if the waist is bent, but still in progress, in the crisis of blood and line, in the loneliness of silent persistence.

I don't know when, he just stopped and sat down tired.

He took out the storage bag, took out the only three hundred spirit stones, crushed them instantly, and absorbed the spirit power in the spirit stones.

A hundred years ago, there were more than 90 million spirit stones and endless elixirs in his storage bag. However, in the past 100 years, he was completely consumed by him. There was no spiritual power to supplement the dark world, and the consumption was a little less.

Now, the last three hundred spirit stones are exhausted.

He was burning the holy blood as a supplement to his own progress.

As time goes by, the powerful holy body of the past has been tormented, and the way of heaven has been devoured. His foundation has been on the verge of collapse all the time. It seems that he has come to the end of his life.

This time, ye Chen may let you down!

Ye Chen's voice was hoarse and the vicissitudes of life were incomparable. He sat there with his proud head down, and even the dust on his shoulders did not intend to lightly brush it. He was like a statue, to sleep here.

Once again, he got up, like an old man in the twilight, walking with heavy steps to the depths of darkness.

Step by step, he went to the end of his life. When the Holy Blood burned out, he would fall down and assimilate with the endless darkness. No one saw him off, and he was alone until he died.

As time goes by, every knife engraved is a vicissitude of life.

That lonely back, even if it fell.

He is too tired, dim eyes, flickering dim eyes, vicissitudes of eyelids, can not stop shaking, there is always the possibility of closure, all of them gradually become blurred in his eyes.

Immortal wheel, heaven way, open!

At the last moment of closing his eyes, he tried his best to exert the taboo secret skill of xianlunyan.

However, God's favor, there was a black vortex appeared, with the first ray of light in a hundred years of darkness and loneliness.