When the two supreme masters talked about it, they were shocked to hear two great dragon chants.
Zhao Yun incarnated as a golden dragon. The dragon body was as lofty as a mountain. The Dragon scales were shining with golden light and dazzling eyes.
Ye Chen is also a golden dragon.
It is not the dragon clan. The so-called dragon shape is a kind of external appearance of Tao. Each of them is illusory. People are attacking and Dao is fighting.
Two golden dragons hover, each collision, the Star River is broken.
Truth is like the youth supreme, from the other side of the Star River to the edge of the universe, from the edge of the universe to the end of the end.
One star after another, one by one, one by one, the starry sky, one by one, overturned, stained with blood, the chaos disappeared.
The two supreme masters despised the two younger generations. They were tenacious and tenacious. After fighting for more than 500 rounds, they had yet to win or lose.
Instead of winning or losing, the Vietnam War became more and more fierce.
Both of them are inspired by their potential. In both of them, there are mysterious forces reviving. One is in transformation, the other is in Nirvana.
In the war, the sublimation of mood surprised the supreme.
Until the 900 th round, the two talents fell without distinction. Ye Chen was drenched with blood and bones, and Zhao Yun was covered with blood.
"My hometown, waiting for me." Ye Chen and Zhao Yun are all afraid. Their eyes are covered with tears.
The way home, how difficult, their eyes of each other, like an invincible God of war, standing star.
If you want to go home, you have to beat the other party. There is no other way.
The strength of the war is shoulder to shoulder. There is no win or loss in this war from the beginning. Only life and death are the two sides, because only when we fight to death can we bear the burden.
"War." They roared and held the bloody sword.
One staggers, carefully to the East, the other staggers, from east to west, dragging the blood body, step by step.
The two evil spirits are at the end of their strength. Their Qi and blood are dry and their magic power is exhausted. Even the immortal light for protecting the body is gone.
No more war, no blood.
Zhao Yun cuts Ye Chen with a sword, and ye Chen cuts back with a sword.
No one to defend, no one to avoid, some just attack and then attack, crazy waving the sword, never tired.
After all, both of them fell down, falling into the starry sky, and the last faint ray of immortal light on his body was scattered.
The battle between the two evils, as they had expected, really ended up together. No one won or lost.
"Farewell home." Zhao Yun had a smile and was very tired. His eyes were full of vicissitudes of life. He seemed to be able to see the beautiful mountains and rivers across the universe, which was his hometown.
"Farewell, big Chu." In the dying of life and death, ye Chen also cried, blood and tears blurred his vision.
Two pairs of always do not want to close the eyes, in the trembling closed, only two lines of blood and tears, across the vicissitudes of life.
"Yes." Emperor Huang and Ming Di laughed one after another.
But see the emperor of the underworld flicking his sleeves, a gust of wind gently across.
Ye Chen and Zhao Yun only feel their bodies tremble and open their eyes.
But the picture in front of me is not the vast starry sky, but the small bamboo forest of Jieming mountain. They stand in opposition.
They looked at each other for three or five seconds. They were all in a daze. Were they not fighting? Isn't he dead? What's the situation.
"Awake?" When the laughter rang out, they subconsciously turned their heads,
only to see that not far away, Emperor Huang and Ming Di were sitting opposite each other drinking tea. The two supreme masters were leisurely, just like people who had nothing to do.
"War of ideas." Emperor Huang smiles, "no victory, no defeat."
"The purpose of this war is to let you two temper each other. In the battle of life and death, you can find the potential very close."
"Did not let us down, a transformation, a nirvana."
"This... This means Ye Chen and Zhao Yun suddenly pulled the corners of the mouth, some wonderful expression, playing very high ah!
The idea war, said early! Early said that we would not fight so fierce, the whole so serious, almost give me scared urine.
The gain or loss is the battle of ideas, and the gain or loss is the test. If it were a real war, most of them would have lost their souls at the moment.
"Then we can all leave?" Ye Chen and Zhao Yun, looking at them tentatively, have more hope in their eyes.
"All can leave." Emperor Ming and Emperor Huang smile gently.
This word, ye Chen and Zhao Yun that tight body, instant relaxation down, many efforts, is in vain.
In addition to the surprise, the two did not forget to salute the supreme.
In the war of ideas, we have indeed explored our potential. There is transmutation and nirvana. It is an opportunity and not a small creation.
They did not forget to look at each other with a smile. In order to return to their hometown, they did not leave their hands in the war of ideas. They really tried their best.
After thinking about it, I shook my head and laughed again. When the battle of the peak came, we would die together, and no one could beat anyone.
"Zhao Yun, but there is still a will." The Emperor Ming looked at Zhao Yun and said, "if you leave this time, you will never come back to this universe."
"I'm a passer-by here." Zhao Yun smiles.
"Well, go on the road." The emperor of the underworld wiped it to nothingness.All of a sudden, a dark whirlpool appears, rapid rotation, this scene, a bit like the whirlpool of reincarnation.
The power inside is mysterious and terrible, which makes people fear.
Through the whirlpool, ye Chen seems to smell a strange breath, from another universe, is Zhao Yun's hometown.
"So... What is that?" Maybe the whirlpool is too large, which makes the people of the underworld look up and wonder one after another.
"Another devil is coming?" There was a deep thought.
"Come as you please. Whoever is afraid of others." Many people have carried out the guy, "last time did not have a great pleasure, this time make up."
Zhao Yun looked at the void whirlpool, and then looked at Ye Chen, "I hope you and I will see you again, in the Supreme Identity."
"Certainly." Ye Chen raised his hand and gave Zhao Yun a punch.
"See you later." Zhao Yun smiles, takes a deep breath, soars upward, moves toward the whirlpool, pour also free and easy.
"See you later." Ye Chen waved and watched Zhao Yun.
"Zhao Yun." In the moment before Zhao Yun stepped into the whirlpool, a hissing voice came from one side, from far to near.
That is Qin Mengyao, a call, tearing heart and lung.
"Shall we go now? No farewell. " Her face was full of tears, and she turned into tears. Her face was sad and her words choked.
She knew that Zhao Yun was always a passer-by in the local government, but the girl's heart bloomed for him.
Love in the world is really strange, but fall in love with people who should not love, knowing that there is no result, but according to the moth to the fire.
Zhao Yun smiles and stands still without speaking.
Having been in the underworld for nearly a year, this careless girl has helped him too much. He knows her mind.
However, he has always been a passer-by and always wants to leave.
Therefore, this love, from the beginning, he was rejected, there is no result, why a woman left empty regret.
"Will you remember me in a thousand years?" Qin Mengyao looks up at Xu Tian and smiles with tears, which is really heartbreaking.
"Yes." Zhao Yun silently turns around, waves his back to Qin Mengyao, and steps into the whirlpool and disappears.
Behind her, Qin Mengyao crouched on the ground, covered her cheek, and cried out in a loud voice. Tears were pouring out between her fingers.
Zhao Yun's gone, the one she loves most... He's gone.
A year, like a dream, a flash in the pan, engraved a good memory, but also left a lot of holes in love.