Chapter 1646

After the battle, the sky was empty and the corpses were everywhere, and the blood flowed into a river.

The earth is drenched with blood, the broken sword is broken, the dagger is slanting, and the bloody flag is flying in the yellow sand to meet the sky.

Who would have thought that there were more than 10 million monks buried in this heaven and earth, and there were four of them in the quasi imperial level.

In this war, the four clans, apart from the imperial soldiers, have become dust. Thousands of years later, xuanhuang history will have its own.

"Go home." The Nine Emperors of the great Chu ascended to the sky, took Ye Chen and fifty million monks, and went straight to the great Chu.

When he went home, 50 million friars in heaven cried.

Three hundred years. At this moment, they waited three hundred years.

Like a lost orphan, and that haunted hometown, is the mother's arms, full of warmth.

All the watchers looked up in awe. The Nine Emperors of the great Chu were too powerful, and they destroyed the inheritance of the five emperors.

Today's campaign, they played the reputation of heaven.

This legend is destined to become an immortal myth, which will be passed down from generation to generation.

When the Nine Emperors left, the five heavenly kings in the forbidden area also turned around. Once they entered Tianxu, went to purgatory, entered the underworld, stepped on forgetting Sichuan, and went back to their respective homes.

In order to find the great Chu, a walk three hundred years, from too long.

The forbidden area also has a mission. After returning this time, I dare not leave without authorization, because the five forbidden areas are too closely related.

The sword God glanced at Xu Tian and fixed his eyes on a man. He immediately raised his hand and photographed him the next day.

That's an old way with a big beard. Isn't that Yan Lao Dao?

"I have seen the sword God." Yan Lao Dao saluted in a hurry and muttered in his heart. He didn't know that the sword was not for Dao to catch him.

"You can tell where Wang is going." The sword is not the way to look, as if to know that Yan Laodao's home is the king of people.

"More than a hundred years ago, I worked together with Ye Chen and Bei Sheng to deduce. There is only one picture. I don't know where it is!" Yan Laodao took out a jade slip and crushed it immediately.

Broken jade slips, showing a divine light, in the air turned into a water curtain, the water curtain is a good mountain and river.

"The sword God has extensive experience. I wonder if I can see where this is." Yan Laodao looks at the sword God tentatively.

The sword God didn't speak. After a glance at the water curtain, he took a look at Donghuang Taixin and many emperor Zhun of tianxuanmen.

"There's no place to look for, it's easy to get it."

They all turned around and went straight after the Nine Emperors.

The great mountains and rivers shown by the water curtain are the great Chu.

But they all wondered how the king, who should be robbed, went to the great Chu without even noticing it.

They were puzzled, and he scratched his head and didn't know why.

The spectators were stunned for a long time. They were still in shock. They were dizzy. They had a good dream.

Big drama, it's really a big play. This time, it's not in vain.

For many years, we have never seen such a huge battle.

There are more than a hundred million soldiers in this era, and there are more than ten thousand of them.

"It's all thanks to the holy body of waste antiquity. If it had not been for him, there would have been no such scene." Too many people feel.

"Since he came to xuanhuang, the dynamic and static results are bigger and bigger every time."

Many people sob, and began to tear fingers, ye Chen all the way Jing Tian deeds, was carried a family.

Sure enough, where he went, where the excitement, where there was blood robbery, like an unfortunate child, he was not pleased with him.

But facts have proved that he was not satisfied, one by one was sent to the netherworld, the line can be long.

"Don't mess with anyone in the future. The Nine Emperors in his family are too cruel. The Nine Emperor soldiers are also tyrannical."

"We can talk about it in the future." The old men stroked their beards. "He had only one last breath left."

As soon as this was said, all the people in the four quarters all regretted that the ancient holy body, which was so powerful in the world, was only a god of war at the end of the day.

"Gone." Old man Zhun Di Chuai hand, slowly turned around, "to do not understand, big Chu exactly where."

"Hundreds of quasi emperors will surely be able to save Lao Qi." Kui Niu, a group of brothers, are determined in secret.

"He was born to be a mythical writer." South emperor smile, "go, go to Kunlun ancient city and so on."

The crowd followed, only the North saint, quietly distant to see the ethereal, gently shaking the teeth, look complex, but also with worry.

She expects Ye Chen to live, at least waiting for her to say the love hidden in her heart, even if she is rejected, there is no regret.

When the breeze blew, she turned and followed the crowd.

The vast world, instant time and space open, blood wind in whistling, rolling sad and howling, was precipitated by the years.

The stone tablet of big Chu stands tall and awes all over the world: those who offend us will be punished even if they are far away.

The universe is vast, remote and ancient.

On this day, people from all over the world always feel that there is something more, and the atmosphere of vicissitudes fills the vast starry sky.From afar, it is a beautiful mountain and river, beautiful mountains and rivers, vigorous life, hiding many ancient past events.

It is the great Chu, which has been lost for 300 years, and has been integrated into the heaven, absorbing the origin of the heaven and repairing the wounds.

"Back, we're back." Far away, they heard the hoarse cry of fifty million friars in heaven.

"Three hundred years." The monks who were reincarnated in the great Chu came from all directions like a tide like the sea.

The two sides mingled in one place, embracing each other, looking for relatives and old friends respectively, with tears on their faces and sobbing.

Descendants of the emperor, kings of all dynasties, 81 gates of the nine halls of sanzong, Yanhuang, Dancheng, xiongjia, Shangguan aristocratic family, situ aristocratic family, Haotian aristocratic family, Dongfang Ximen Nangong Beichen, Panlong Haihai, Qixi palace, Jiancheng.

The great Chu heaven court, each big power, all has the inheritance.

Three hundred years ago, they fought against the demons and died in this land. At this moment, they are still soaked in their blood.

Three hundred years later, we meet again. We can't tell the past, the vicissitudes and the tears.

Before and after, is the past life, during 300 years, is the world of red, such as a dream, ancient and distant.

Zhongtong earth, in front of the hero tomb, the great Chu friars gathered, the stone tablet, densely engraved with countless names.

It was carved 300 years ago by Ye Chen and the remaining dozens of monks. He had been through the wind and frost of the years.

Today, most of the 90 million souls of the great Chu have returned, but there are still many names that no one has claimed: Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, long ye, Zixuan, Chu Hai Shenbing, Dao Huang, Zhuge Yu, Dugu Ao, Danchen, Danyi, Chu cangzong, nangongyue, Dongfang Yuling, Shangguan Xuanzong, Zhongjiang, Zhongkui, Ji ningshuang, huwa, Siwang.

Perhaps they have not been found, or can not be reincarnated, as early as 300 years ago, they were really turned into historical dust.

"Every day, I'll come and dust your name." Tang ruxuan took bear's two arms, smiling with tears.

Three hundred years is like a flash, but also a long time, her long hair, still as white, haggard look, people love.

"Every day, I look up at the stars and hope my xuan'er doesn't have much tears." Xiong Er, who has always been unreliable, also said love words, revealing the most real feelings.

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"Father, mother, sister, we have been thinking for 300 years." Haotian Shixue and Haotian Shiyue are full of tears.

"It's a reunion." Haotian XuanZhen, Huaxu smile gently, looking at his daughter, son-in-law, grandchildren, unprecedented excitement, tears hazy eyes.

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"I've been homesick these years." Yang Dingtian, Xu Fu, daoxuan Zhenren and Pang Dachuan were in tears.

"A hundred turns and a thousand turns will never be forgotten." Situ Nan, Liu Yi, Nie Feng and Wu Xue at night are all in tears.

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"Although only 300 years old, but suddenly feel older than the previous life." Gu Santong smiles with nostalgia.

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"Younger martial sister, it's like a lifetime away!" Zhong Li's voice was hoarse and his words were vicissitudes. "I didn't expect to see you again."

"One day, master and elder brother will return." Red dust snow look at the stone tablet, lingche beautiful eyes hazy.

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"This is my hometown." Xie Yun leads Mu Wanqing, Duan Yu leads Yunmeng, Qin Yu leads Ji Ruyan, and manxiong leads barbarian. His words are full of warmth.

"Big Chu, it's beautiful." All the women smile tenderly.

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In remembrance, the great Chu friars left Zhongtong earth, controlled the sky and sword, and gathered at the Tianxuan gate.

They can still stand here, thanks to Ye Chen, but they came back, big Chu Ye Chen, but fell.

All the people looked up, looking at the misty, full of hope, hoping that the person could wake up and walk out of the Tianxuan gate alive.

In the tianxuanmen gate, hundreds of emperor to be stand around a cloud terrace, and ye Chen, who was sealed, lies on it.

"Are you sure that the king of man is in Dachu?" The emperor of the moon looks at the heart of Dong Huang Tai.

"I have used the Nine Emperor soldiers to locate, and I really find a trace of Qi." "East Huang too heart light language way," but he has a mysterious power to cover up, still need some time. "

"I am very surprised that the great Chu has the emperor's way to see, the king should rob here, the reincarnation of the heavens has not been noticed at all?" Yan Huang looks at all the emperor Zhun of tianxuanmen, and looks puzzled.

"We look down on the man king." "He is the remnant of the emperor, the emperor is the ancestor of the Zhou Dynasty. It is not surprising that he can escape the emperor's way."

"Fear is fear, even if we find Wang Fuxi, it is difficult to change his life for ye Chen." Someone sighed, "he has only one breath left."

"Always try." The Nine Emperors continued to use secret methods to suppress Zhou Tian for ye Chen, so as not to swallow up the domineering power with his last breath.

The sword God, Dong Huang Tai Xin, Dan Zun and so on hundreds of quasi emperors also cast the magic one after another. They hope to save Ye Chen, but only hope to stabilize Ye Chen's tone. That is the key to his life.Ye chenjing lies still, weak consciousness drifting away.

Hazy, he seems to see a piece of magic land, dark sky, lightning and thunder, full of silence.

On the magic soil, there is a giant back in gold armor, leading millions of gods and generals, all the way to the sky.

The consciousness is blurred again. When the picture reappears, the Wuwang magic soil has been dyed with blood. It seems that it has experienced a terrible disaster. The bones and bones are piled up into mountains, and the blood is gathered into a river.

Millions of gods have disappeared and died in the land.

On the bloody magic soil, only the back of the great bank in gold armor is left, with blood and bone dripping, holding a broken sword, shaking and struggling in the end of the day.