Chapter 1580

"The ancestor Fuxi in your mouth can really save me?" Listening to their conversation, ye Chen finally put in a sentence. Looking at Yan Laodao, his dim eyes also have light. You can hear that Fuxi may be able to understand Zhou Tian.

"Changing one's life against heaven is the master of Fuxi." Yan Laodao adjusted his clothes. After finishing, he did not forget to sip his hair. His waist was not straight, and his face was proud and proud.

"Change your life against heaven?" Ye Chen's heart a burst of surprise, this is how the means, must be against the heaven.

"You are looking for it! Time doesn't wait. " Bei Sheng kicked Yan Lao Dao again. He was most annoyed to see him pretending to be forced. At this time, he felt inexplicable itching.

"I don't know where my hometown is." Here, old Yan can't help holding his hand. He looks tangled. I've known this boy for more than 100 years. I also know that he practices Zhoutian and wants to find his ancestor to change his life. Unfortunately, I haven't heard from him for 100 years. "

"No news?" North Saint Qiao eyebrow not from a frown, "you won't tell me, your ancestor died?"

"Not to die." "In my opinion, most of them should be robbed into the world."

"There is no way to find him, at all costs."

"At all costs?" Yan Laodao picked his eyebrows and looked up and down at Bei Sheng, "you help him like this. Who are you? Don't you like him?"

"His life is mine."

"Don't make a fuss. My life is my own."

"Did you two... Go to bed?"

"You stinky old way, I look for you to save people, not come to gossip, believe it or not, kick you to death."

"Get down to business." "Let me think about it," he said

"Yes, Ma Liu thinks." The North Saint glared fiercely, along with Ye Chen that Si, also was carried on together.

Ye Chen is embarrassed and looks at other places consciously.

Beisheng also kicked him, sparkles in his beautiful eyes and a blush on his cheek.

I was in a hurry before, so I said that. Now I want to come here. I'm really shy.

However, she wants to save Ye Chen's psychology, or can't hide, she does not know why so anxious, arrogant mood, also at this time from the waves.

Perhaps, this is the legend of the beginning of love.

Ye Chen does not know her idea, very out of tune, Chuai hands a little under smoke, with nothing like people.

Let's look at the old man of Yan. He keeps stroking his big beard. Over and over again, the God talks endlessly.

Ye Chen cast a glance, tentatively looked at the opposite north saint, "against the heaven to change life, that Fuxi really has such great ability? How he came from. "

"Wang Fuxi, have you never heard of it?"

"Never heard of it."

"You must have heard of the emperor The northern holy way.

"Naturally, I've heard of it. Chaos is beginning to unfold. He is the second great emperor in the universe after Pangu emperor."

"Fuxi is the soul of the emperor. The emperor's name is Fuxi, and he is also called Fuxi. He also takes the name of RenWang to continue the great emperor's prestige."

"The remnant soul of the emperor." Ye Chen murmured, "so to say, with the Dragon Lord and Zixuan is a state, both called Fuxi, but there is this secret, the soul of the emperor, can really give the emperor a long face."

"The emperor is the ancestor of deduction." When ye chennan spoke, Bei Sheng continued, "he created the eight trigrams of the heaven. The so-called evolution of Zhou and Tian is just a branch of the eight trigrams. The emperor is good at changing his life against the heaven. He is not only the founder of playing heaven, but also his remnant soul. It may be useful."

"I see." Ye Chen Mou light again bright one minute, lax essence spirit, also not from spirit.

If we can find Wang Fuxi, everything may have a turn for the better, and he will not have to be passive all the way in the Zhou Dynasty.

This is indeed good news, as he often said before a truth: no matter how small hope, in the face of despair, there are endless possibilities.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a look at Lao Dao.

"It's not impossible to find the ancestor of Fuxi." Yan Laodao stroked his big beard and pondered.

With that, Yan Laodao looked at the opposite Ye Chen, "with my tracking technique of the heavens to match his evolution of Zhou Tian, there may be drama, but it is only possible."

"Then try it." Ye Chen Huo got up.

"I knew you had a way." Bei Sheng smiles.

"Follow me!" Yan Lao Dao got up with his hands in his hands and jumped out of the window without going through the door.

Ye Chen and Bei Sheng look at each other, and they keep up.

Three people, one in front of the other, came to the corner of the ancient city of Chiyue. They spent three hundred yuan stones and rented a small garden.

The North saint was very conscious. Since he entered, he showed his magic power, set a boundary and completely isolated the small garden.

"Just a moment." Yan Lao Dao found an open space, took the storage bag and took out something.

His objects are nothing but Huang Fu, Bagua mirror, peach wood sword and so on.

Soon, he began to arrange the array, which was a yin-yang eight trigrams, surrounded by ancient spirit flags."It's extraordinary." Not only Ye Chen, but also Beisheng's eyes are bright. The eight trigrams of yin and yang are very abstruse. They are evolving by themselves. Neither of them can see the mystery.

"You, sit in the Yin hexagram." Yan Laodao finished, clapped his hands and pushed Ye Chen into it.

Ye Chen enters the array and sits cross legged in the Yin hexagram of the eight trigrams.

Yan Lao Dao also came forward and sat in the eight trigrams Yang Gua.

Then, a drop of blood flew out of Yan Laodao's eyebrows and hung in the middle of them. It was Fuxi's blood.

"Move around the evolution of the sky, with my tracking of the sky." With a faint sound, he pushed his palm to Fuxi's blood drop, and the mysterious light flashed in his palm.

Ye Chen did as he did, and pushed his hand to Fuxi. The evolution of the Zhou Dynasty followed suit, cooperating with Yan Laodao.

Fuxi's blood trembled, which was extraordinary. If you look carefully, you can see a figure of your back in the blood.

That is Fuxi, but the back, can not see the true face, fuzzy and hazy, but give people unlimited reverie.

Beisheng quietly watched, the beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, staring at the drop of blood, Wang Fuxi's blood, too overbearing.

As a descendant of Jiuli, she felt the blood throb.

Ye Chen and Yan Laodao are silent and close their eyes.

With the development of the pale face and the turn of the mouth, two days later, the blood overflowed from the corners of the mouth.

We should know that the person they infer is a real quasi emperor, and is also a remnant soul of the emperor, who will definitely suffer from terrorist attacks.

I don't know when, just see Fuxi that drop of blood divine light, like an ancient fairy awn, straight into the sky night.

At that time, the color of the sky suddenly changed, all over the sky, the stars gathered, a fuzzy water curtain, emerged in the sky.

In the water curtain, it is a beautiful mountain and river, with a vast territory and boundless territory. I don't know where it is.

Yan Laodao first opened his eyes, staggered up and looked up at the water curtain, "the ancestor is here."

"Where is this?" Bei Sheng looks at Lao Dao in doubt.

"I don't know." Yan Lao Dao shakes his head. Our way is shallow and can only be deduced here. It is difficult to lock in.

Speaking, ye Chen also opened his eyes, coughed up a mouthful of blood, shook up, and looked up at the water curtain.

With just one glance, his eyes narrowed slightly.

What appeared in the water curtain was the great Chu, which had been imprinted in his bones in the years.

"How can it be big Chu?" Ye Chen's frown, "people Wang Fuxi should rob the body, unexpectedly in the big Chu."

"How he passed, where he came from, and when." A series of questions, full of Ye Chen's mind, full of fog.

This is too puzzling. The great Chu was isolated from the heaven and the universe, and no one could cross the barrier.

"Like Jiang Taixu's predecessors, they also came from the space black hole?" Ye Chen murmured to himself, thinking about it, only felt that this guess was the most reliable.

"If so, Donghuang Taixin should know." Ye Chen thought to himself, "she knows Fuxi should rob the body in the big Chu, why not let him help me change my life against the heaven, she should know that I practice Zhoutian."

"Even if he had gone back to heaven, he would not have been able to escape from the heaven?"

Ye Chen constantly whispers, the mind can be described as a mess.

He knew that it was a big Chu, but it didn't mean that Yan Laodao and Beisheng knew that they had never met.

They have already carried out the maps and compared them one by one, hoping to recognize the pictures in the water curtain.

"It's hard to find out where the real place is just a picture." As he searched, he said, "xuanhuang is too big, and the universe is bigger. This search is not inferior to looking for a needle in a haystack."

"The first ancestor of acting in heaven was born with a mask. We can trace a picture, which is against the sky." Yan Laodao coughs up blood and looks pale again. In the course of deduction and tracking, he is attacked by terror.

"The sky is so big, how to find a picture?"

"The ancestors should be robbed, which is not found by ordinary people."