Chapter 1579

Nianci mountain is roaring and ready to collapse, rolling evil spirit, raging in the sky, flying snow, also static.

The little nun and the old nun were trembling and came in a hurry.

Far away, will see a frightening scene: no tears fairy is pinched by Ye Chen jade neck, carried in mid air.

"Daoyou, you..." The old nun's face changed greatly.

"Go away." Ye Chen a sound such as eternal thunder, shock old nun eardrum rupture, collapse to the ground.

The little nun was scared. Her face was pale. Her body was shaking. She didn't dare to move. Ye Chen was too terrible.

"Answer my question, when will the city of tears come?" Ye Chen, a pair of blood eyes, stares at the fairy without tears, just like a mad beast.

"I don't know." No tears Fairy Light language, indifference, no emotional fluctuations, no tears is merciless, she is like a puppet, do not know what pain.

"I don't know." In Ye Chen's eyes, the cold light suddenly appears, and the thunder of the golden palm is raging, and the ice is extinguished.

The tearless fairy's body was stained with blood, and her body began to be fragmented. She was a saint, and she had no resistance.

Ye Chen moved to kill, a moment enough to her life.

"Stop it, ye." The female voice suddenly rings, a peerless woman appears, actually is the North saint.

"Go away." Ye Chen is cold and chide, and the sword of Zhun emperor is manifest. He turns his hand and cuts out the galaxy. He is a bully.

Before she got to the front, she was cut back by a sword. Her fighting power was hard to defeat Ye Chen.

She clenched her teeth and tried to run up again.

However, before she left, a hand covered with calluses was put on her shoulder, which made her stagnant.

If you take a closer look at the person who forbids her, isn't it the old man who sells wine in the small town at the foot of Nianci mountain?

The old man is still wearing a big cotton padded jacket, like a slovenly old man, with old steps but unpredictable ghosts.

He had no edge, just gently brush his hand, then saved the tears free fairy, and ye Chen, was also banned by him.

Ye Chen's eyes were red, and the ancient holy blood was boiling, but he could not break the confinement, and his mana was also blocked.

"Go with me, she didn't lie to you." The old man's words are gentle, pulling Ye Chen out of Nianci mountain.

Beisheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, brushed the jade hand gently, wiped out the dark wound for the old nun, and wiped out the memory of the little nun. Only then did he look at the tearless fairy.

The tearless fairy's clothes were stained with blood, but she looked calm and surrounded by divine haze, which covered the whole body's scars.

"I'm too forgetful. I'm really overbearing." The North Saint one language light Nan, also turns to leave, pursues Ye Chen.

Here, the old man has brought Ye Chen back to the old town and appeared in a common farmyard.

"Fangniang wine, warm up." The old man, like a kind grandfather, handed over a pot of soft wine.

"Master, who are you?" Ye Chen looks at the old man quietly, a pair of blood eyes, also scattered the blood color, collected to the tyranny, has a trace of Qingming.

"Like you, a man of miserable life." Old man Chuai hands, looking up at the ethereal, canglao face hole is full of nostalgia color, "my wife, also in the city without tears."

"This

"Naihe bridge! It's really hopeless. " The old man shakes his head, smiles dryly, looks vicissitudes.

Ye Chen was silent. He took up the wine pot and poured it fiercely. He and the old man were indeed miserable people.

Laoweng should be luckier than him, trying to step on the bridge in the past, but he did not even have the opportunity.

I don't know why, he was angry at the ethereal city without tears. The world was clearly in love. Why did no tears make the world full of scars.

God can really play tricks on people, give people hope, but more disappointed than despair, the invisible big hand, is that wantonly playing with fate.

The farmyard became calm, and both of them only drank.

I do not know when, the old man seems to be tired, holding the wine pot to sleep, the emperor, sleep is also dreamy.

Ye Chen drinks alone, a pot of cloudy wine, the more bitter, the more drunk, the more aware of the world's desolation, let people tremble.

In the dark of the night, he got up and swayed.

Out of the town, it is the vast land, snow flying, burying a series of footprints behind him.

He went on the road again, I don't know where to go. He walked through the ancient cities and found one reincarnation after another.

He is happy to see this warm picture, and has also made a pair of lovers.

But the long journey of more than 200 years, he is still alone, bleak figure, lonely no one to accompany.

Thus, March passed quietly, and he left the desert.

Under the moon, he was a little old, his hair was already white, the corners of his eyes were wrinkled, his beard was long, his eyes were dim, his back was bent.

Today, he no longer need to cover his body with black robes, and his face is covered with ghosts, because his old form and bent body at the moment is the best cover up.

Who would have thought that an old man, who seemed to have passed his twilight, would have been a sacred body of ancient times.

It's another quiet night with stars shining.He walked out of an ancient city, in which there were reincarnations and two, and they were a couple in the previous life.

He made another pair and silently sent his blessing.

But when the breeze blows, he can't help bending down, coughing up blood violently, and his breath is low and depressed.

His accomplishments fell to the level of Saint and became a quasi saint.

This night should be a memorable day.

Years make people old, with him to interpret, the best, but this is in the prime of life, but in rapid aging.

"How long will you stay with me?" Ye Chen wiped the corner of the mouth blood, hoarse voice, extremely dry.

Behind her, the space is twisted, and a unique woman comes out.

She is the North saint, in the bright moonlight, dreamlike, holy and flawless, like a relegated immortal in the world of mortals.

Since reading CI mountain, she followed Ye Chen all the way.

She was the only one who witnessed him from brilliant to gloomy, whether it was Xiuwei or Shouyuan.

She did not know what happened to Ye Chen and what kind of story he had hidden, but now the ancient holy body, such a form, looked at people inexplicably distressed.

Is it the end of the hero? Or is this time too ruthless.

"How could you have become so." The North Saint bit the shell tooth lightly, looks at Ye Chen, only feels the heart a burst of pain.

"Scared you?" Ye Chen hoarse smile, may be tired, sitting under an old tree to rest.

"The sacrament should not be like this." The North Saint came forward and saw the old face. Her white hair was flapping with the wind, which made her unable to help but pull it away.

"In the eyes of the North saint, what kind of holy body should be?" Ye Chen took out the wine pot, and her eyes were dim.

"With the blood of the emperor, we should soar in the sky." The North Saint offered a pill and pressed it into Ye Chen's back. It was a pill to replenish Shouyuan.

However, although the level of the elixir is not low, it can be enough to supplement one hundred years of life, but it was dissolved by a mysterious force after it was not into Ye Chen's body.

Beisheng frowned, wrinkled very deep, "Zhoutian evolution."

"The eyes of the Jiuli people are not generally vicious." Ye Chen smiles, "it's really Sunday."

"Who has enough food to pass on your secret method?" Bei Sheng's face was ugly, even dignified.

"I should thank him." Ye Chen can't help remembering the wine pot. It's not surprising that Zhou Yi kept it from him at that time, because with this secret method, he did find many reincarnations. This is a gift.

"He is a madman, and so are you."

"So excited, don't you like me?" Ye Chen raises his head and looks at Bei Sheng with great interest.

"So old, who would like you?" Bei Sheng gave Ye Chen a sharp look. "The ancient ruins stripped off my clothes, but I haven't found you to settle accounts. There is also a sword cut by Nianci mountain. I can remember all of them for you?"

"Seconds understand." Ye Chen very consciously carried out the burning silence, "I have to defend well, not even was destroyed."

"No time to joke with you." Beisheng was angry to laugh, and then pointed to the front, "that is the eternal river, across the river is the Beiyue state, go to the ancient city of Chiyue and wait for me, I will find someone to save you."

With that, Beisheng stepped into the empty sky and disappeared.

Ye Chen shakes his head and smiles, pours the last mouthful of wine, also rises on the road, has no hope to the North holy silk.

Even the gods of the Heavenly Sword were helpless. He really couldn't figure out who the North sage could find for him. It was useless.

There is indeed a big river ahead. The waves are rolling and the momentum is magnificent. It is the dividing line between the West desert and the north mountain.

There are tens of thousands of miles across the river.

There are also ancient legends about this river. It is said that it was melted by a wisp of blood of the great emperor in ancient times. It was integrated into the earth and turned into a river, which witnessed the vicissitudes of the world.

Ye Chen goes up to the sky, overlooking the great river. He finds the vicissitudes and the great power.

Across the river, is the vast land, all the way north.

Within three days, there will be a small ancient city, unknown, it is the ancient city of red moon.

At night, the ancient city of red moon is still bustling with red lanterns hanging high and shouting.

There are ordinary people in this city, and there are a lot of street performers in this city, which has attracted a lot of acclaim. There are also people watching the attics on both sides. The arch bridge on the river is the most lively.

Ye Chen moved the sky, but did not find reincarnation.

After crossing the street, he stopped at a small restaurant, waiting for Beisheng to see who she was looking for.

"I heard that the Xianzu and Fenghuang people have also become self appointed." There was talk at the table next to him, and a wretched young man's joy caused many people to watch the restaurant.

"After listening to some, there are also the Protoss and the demons, and they have named themselves after each other. They don't know why."

"Xianzu Shenzi, Fengxian princess, Shenzu Shenzi and demon Shenzi have been walking every time. They have been very happy recently."

"That's not only happy, it's just unscrupulous. It's riotous everywhere. Many people have suffered a lot."

"And the holy body? I don't hear from you. Deal with them. "

"Wait! Definitely come to Beiyue. " An old man said with profound meaning, "Donghuang, Zhongzhou, Nanyu, and Ximo have made trouble. The next stop is Beiyue.""It seems that my appearance is really a good cover up." Ye Chen shakes his head a smile, put this to sit, did not wear a mask, you did not recognize?

The breeze is light, with women's fragrance, the North Saint came, but also carrying a person, is a bearded veteran.

See that big beard old road, ye Chen immediately a Leng.

Isn't that man an acquaintance of Yan Lao Dao?

Ye Chen's expression is strange. He is very surprised to find the person from Beisheng. Who ever thought it would be Yan Laodao.

Yan Laodao was also in a daze. He was drinking, so he was carried by Beisheng. He said it was to save people, and his emotion was to save Ye Chen.

"It's obvious that you two know each other." Bei Sheng sat down and watched with interest.

"We are good friends." Ye Chen can't help laughing.

"Has Zhou Tian's regurgitation become so fierce?" Old Yan frowned and looked a little ugly.

"If you save him, I'll pay him back." "Don't be useless," he said

"I can't help it." Yan Laodao was helpless.

"Then go to your hometown. He's good at it."

"If the old ancestor of Fuxi can't see the end, I can't find him." Yan Laodao Chuai hands.

"I don't care. If I can't save him, you can die."

"Hey...!"