In the early morning, the smoke curls from the kitchen in Shanhe village, which is peaceful.

Giggling and giggling, the children are frolicking, with small steps, naive and brilliant.

At the foot of the mountain, in front of the small tombstone, the weeping old monk has got up to clean up the weeds on the side of the grave.

The child also came to help. It was a bit silly.

The old friar laughed and touched his little head. He took him as a relative and depended on him.

All this is going on in an orderly way.

In the mountain, ye Chen is still sleepy. The falling leaves cover his body as if to bury him.

"When the demons attack the seven evils, the immortals will fight against the heaven."

In the dark, there seems to be such an ancient voice, ringing through his ears, making him look miserable.

With a wisp of wind, he suddenly opened his eyes.

As you can see, his face is pale, sweat oozes from his forehead, and he gasps violently, as if he had a nightmare.

Three or two seconds of dullness, only to see him mercilessly rubbing eyebrows.

He recalled the artistic conception of emperor Jue.

The old picture can be clearly seen: a powerful empress, I do not know who was fighting, the war is extremely tragic.

Even if you have woken up, but the emperor's blood splashed all over the sky is still dazzling, burning in the mind.

He didn't see the end, and he didn't know whether the Zhuxian sword had killed the empress. Everything was unknown.

That female emperor is very mysterious. It is not among the 130 emperors in xuanhuang, and has its origin in the forbidden areas.

A period of artistic conception, I do not know what era, to his wisdom, covered with fog, how can not be opened.

"Dijue, your master, what is your origin?" Ye Chen light Nan, subconsciously inside the sea of God.

However, when he went to see the sea of God, he disappeared.

He frowned, and dijue was gone, which was unexpected.

It was more than 200 years since he got the first piece of broken fragment to the integrity of dijue.

He thought that dijue would bring him an opportunity.

Never thought, chance did not exist, not even dijue.

"It must have a spirit. It must have gone to its master."

Ye Chen shakes his head secretly, and does not force emperor Jue to return.

As the jade Jue of the emperor, it does not exist in general. It has its story and also remembers the empress's death.

Slowly, he got up and walked out of the mountain.

Passing by the small tomb, the old monk who was still sweeping the tomb came in a hurry and knelt on the ground with a plop.

The child, confused, knelt down.

"What are your plans for the years to come." Ye Chen smiles, offering a gentle force to hold up the two people, and the child is also stuffed with a spirit fruit.

"Keep your hometown, your parents." The old monk's vicissitudes a smile, the old eye has the tear, "if had known this early, then also would not have embarked on this sad road."

Ye Chen a smile, did not reply, step by step to heaven.

Behind him, the old monk waved his hand as a farewell.

This should be a period of causality, but also a period of gratitude, ye Chen gave him the opportunity to take him back to his hometown.

Ye Chen Yutian, following the map, all the way to the East, to the nearest ancient city, continue to search for people.

A quarter of an hour later, he flew out of the barren land.

In front of the world, more green, exuberant, lush, heaven and earth spirit power is also rich.

On the edge of the prosperous area, there are more friars.

Looking from afar, there are many rainbow in the sky, each of which is a human figure. There are a lot of people, either flying swords, or riding on clouds or beasts.

These friars seemed to have urgent affairs. They rushed to reincarnation, and they were all in a hurry.

What's more, their direction is very consistent.

Ye Chen picks eyebrows, conveniently pulls out a wretched youth from the people who fly by. His cultivation is not high, only the imperial realm.

Fly at the right time, a was carried out, obscene youth galloping, frightened looking at Ye Chen.

"Running so fast, is there a treasure to be born?" Ye Chen is interested in looking at the indecent youth.

"No... it's not a foreign treasure, it's... It's a sacred relic." The indecent young man has no courage to breathe.

"Holy body?"

"The enemies of the Holy Sacrament captured the old friends of the holy body and locked them in the foot of Zhutian mountain. There were hundreds of them. They also said that if the holy body didn't go, they would kill one person every day until the holy body appeared. We all went to Zhongzhou to see a play."

Hearing the speech, ye Chen's mind is humming, such as being thunderbolt, the opportunity of killing suddenly appears, and the world is also frozen.

The wretched youth turned pale and bloodless, and the whole person fell into nine secluded places.

Passing monks, also by the aftershocks, Hula fell a piece, can not carry the pressure of Ye Chen.

"It's a strong evil spirit." Too many friars tremble and look at Ye Chen in horror. They don't know who ye Chen is. They only know that he is very strong and the world is turbulent.

Ye Chen has already set out on the road, and his body is like an immortal awn, straight to the ancient city.His murderous opportunity has been unable to contain. His golden eyes are full of blooming cold light and tyranny.

The holy body was too powerful, and the empty sky roared all the way.

He was too fast to look at the road. The friar flying in the sky was knocked upside down by him all the way.

I don't know when he stepped into a huge ancient city.

"There are people who engage in Holy Communion again. I have to see it." As soon as he entered the ancient city, ye Chen heard the incessant discussion, and the crowd was pouring into the center of the city.

"I can see that the movement will be even greater. Those who catch the old friends of the Holy Sacrament are the top ones. The battle is not small, and the holy body is not so bad this time."

"I'm looking down on the Holy Sacrament again. No, he's a cruel character."

"If you can't, ye Chen won't go. It's a dead end. If I'm a holy body, I won't go."

In the sound of the discussion, ye Chen all the way to the street, pedestrians, he hit people upside down.

The voice of abuse will not be less, it can be seen that ye Chen's powerful evil spirit and pressure, they all consciously shut up.

Before the transmission of the ancient city, there was a long line. Needless to say, all of them were going to Zhongzhou to see big operas.

Ye Chen arrived, did not line up, directly on the stone platform.

"Go back and line up." The guard of the transmission array is an old man in purple robe, with a gloomy and dignified tone.

"That's right, so many people. Do you want to jump in the queue?" The bottom is full of curses, even into the tide.

"Get out of my way, and don't be a jerk."

"I have a bad temper. I have to wait in line."

If ye Chenzhi had not heard of it, he stepped into the transmission array.

"Hey, I'm so angry." Some people quit, but a bald man called over with one hand.

This is the peak of an emperor's realm. One hand is as heavy as a mountain without leaving any hands. Ye Chen has to pay for his arrogance.

Ye Chen didn't say a word. He turned his hand and regretted it.

Blood spatter, the bald man turned over on the spot, the flesh cracked, and the opposite attic hit the ship.

"The peak of Yihuang's realm, has been overturned like this?" The four sides were surprised, and many people were frightened to retreat.

"Taoist friend, you have broken the rules." The purple robed old man who is in charge of the transmission array Leng hum and pushes it.

He is a saint. He is much better than the bald man before. He is strong in self-reliance.

Ye Chen still did not speak, but still very strong, with the eight Huang Quan confrontation, the power can be called hegemony.

The old man knelt down on the spot, his arms turned into blood mist, and his body collapsed.

Hiss!

The sound of the air-conditioner went off, and everyone turned pale.

That's a saint! A face-to-face only, directly defeated, that guy what cultivation, so strong.

"Holy... Holy body. He's holy." Surprised sound, purple robed old man has staggered to get up, old eyes highlighted, incredible looking at Ye Chen.

"Holy body?" In a word, the four sides can not help but exclaim, all eyes are focused on Ye Chen.

"It's a holy body. He's really in the northern mountain of xuanhuang." Everyone's expression became wonderful, never thought that the leading role of Zhongzhou's death would appear here.

"Dressed up as an old man, no wonder I didn't recognize it." The people present retreated, especially those who had cursed before. Their faces were pale and their hearts trembled.

In particular, the bald man who had previously dealt with Ye Chen and the purple robed old man who was in charge of the transmission array almost prostrate on the ground for fear of Ye Chen's liquidation.

It's impossible to provoke the cruel characters who are too strong in the holy body and famous for their fierce reputation and want to be killed by all ethnic groups.

If the holy body were to kill, no one could live here, and his fighting power would exceed some limits.

However, the concerns of those present were superfluous.

Ye Chen didn't settle down and didn't have time to settle with these people. He had already started his own battle and adjusted the spatial coordinates.

The teleportation array is humming rapidly. He disappears in an instant.

After he left, no one left the scene for a long time.

After a long time, I saw someone jump into the transmission array, "quick, quick, open the array, this time there is a big drama."