Chapter 1773

Qingluan pulls Ye Chen, one step to the sky, across the sky.

In the distance, it is a fairy mountain, surrounded by clouds, dense and hazy, bathing in the moonlight, like a woman covered with a layer of plain yarn.

That is qingluan's family fairy mountain, such as fairyland on earth.

This clan is also a branch of Yuanfeng in Honghuang. It is also a giant in the spiritual realm. Its inheritance is comparable to that of divine animals.

Qingluan, the princess of qingluan nationality, is of noble status.

While talking, qingluan has stepped into the fairy mountain, which makes the people of the family look up. When he sees Ye Chen, he looks stunned.

"Why did the princess bring a beggar back?" Someone scratched his head.

"Look at his expression, or a confused beggar."

"are they very busy? Do what you need to do. " An elder rebukes him coldly and drinks back the gossip. He is quite dignified.

Qingluan falls on a mountain peak, which puts Ye Chen down.

On the peak, a boy and a girl ran to qingluan and saluted him. Their eyes fell on Ye Chen, full of curiosity.

"Grandfather, come and see him." Qingluan calls.

Words fall, then see a beautiful image, wearing a phoenix robe, face peerless, there is gorgeous God Xia lingering, holy.

She is the ancestor of qingluan nationality, known as the ancestor of qingluan.

His accomplishments have reached the peak, and the real quasi emperor level.

It's a pity that Shou yuan will die, and there is a trace of black air in her eyebrows. No accident, she can't live for more than three years.

On this side, qingluan frequently cast Dharma, offering sacrifices to each other.

Qingluan old ancestor did not speak, beautiful eyes like water, quietly staring at Ye Chen, watching, and then the beautiful eyes also slightly narrowed.

Subconsciously, she brushed her jade hand over Ye Chen, took a drop of blood from his body and hung it in the palm of her hand

"Lao Zu, he is Ye Chen." Qingluan was in a hurry.

"Ye Chen?" The ancestor of qingluan frowned and looked at qingluan tentatively, "which ye Chen killed two emperors?"

"It's him." Qingluan nodded her head lightly.

"Isn't he... Dead?" The old ancestor of qingluan was stunned, "is there any mistake in the news from all over the world?"

"But he is indeed ye Chen." Qingluan's tone is absolute.

"It's weird. It's really weird." The old ancestor of qingluan frowned, and the mood of the quasi emperor level also raised big waves.

The legends and myths about ye Chen have been spread all over the spiritual realm.

Two times before and after the invasion of the sky, he was the protagonist, slaughtered two emperors, but also in the second time, he was buried in the starry sky.

But now, ye Chen is still alive, how not shocked.

If this matter is publicized, the whole spiritual realm will be lively.

If you don't, there are also people who are not in line to rob Ye Chen. He can kill two great emperors, which proves that ye Chen is extraordinary.

Shocked at the same time, she also puzzled, extremely puzzled.

How did ye Chen come to the spiritual realm, how did he come here, and his state at the moment, obviously confused!

There is no need for qingluan to say that her fingers have been placed in the center of Ye Chen's eyebrows.

Three or two seconds later, I saw her stop her hand. Her eyebrows were wrinkled tightly. She didn't speak a word. There was still a deep meaning light in her beautiful eyes.

"Ancestor, where is the root?" Qingluan asked.

"He touched the taboo and was bitten back. It is fortunate that he is still alive this time." Qingluan Laozu road.

"Taboo again." Qingluan frowns and looks ugly.

"To the point of your words, he has touched other taboos?"

"Yes, when he was in Da Chu, he also fell into a muddle. He needed Jiuyou Xianqu to awaken the world, and the players also needed to have affection for him."

"No one in my family knows Jiuyou Xianqu." The old ancestor of qingluan shook his head, "even if you know it well, there is no lover playing."

"There's no other way?" Qingluan asked.

"Wait for me to consult the secret volume." The old ancestor of qingluan turned and left, and the ethereal voice came back, "this news, Mo Wai Chuan."

After she left, qingluan looks at Ye Chen and frowns deeper.

Ye Chen is still like that, sitting quietly, like a statue, motionless, with a dull look and empty eyes.

At this point, it is sad that the people of the world have been killed by the war.

"I don't know how distressed Lin Shi Hua is to see you like this."

Qingluan sighed again and gently brushed his hands. He sacrificed a large bronze mirror, which was more than ten feet high, and stood in front of Ye Chen.

And she took a razor and a wooden comb, shaved Ye Chen's white beard, and combed his messy white hair.

The two children looked at him and were very surprised that their princess, who had never done so to a man, actually combed his hair in person.

"Do you remember the great Chu, or the hengyuezong?"

"I am the contract animal of Lin's poetry and painting. I know her best and love you deeply. If you go back this time, don't let her down."

"After more than 300 years, I still miss Da Chu."

"I still remember the first time I saw you, you still wanted to bleed me. If Lin Shihua didn't intercede with each other, I wouldn't give it to you."Qingluan is still talking, combing and whispering.

In the past, in Dachu, she also participated in the war against demons, fighting side by side with Lin Shihua to protect the mountains and rivers.

Her host, really affectionate, willing to take life to guard Ye Chen, in the past she did not understand, now she understood.

Three hundred years later, she never saw Lin Shi Hua again.

Because Lin's poetry and painting were reincarnated, they were no longer the blood of the ancient people and could not communicate with each other. The so-called contract had been broken as early as in the previous life.

Her words, but ye Chen, but no reaction.

Occasionally, when I hear big Chu, I will wriggle my neck rigidly.

Subconsciously, he wants to restore the clarity, but it is difficult to break through the power in the dark, which makes him lost.

Night, gradually deep, on the mountain, a quiet.

The boy took Ye Chen away and sent him to a Wangling spring. Ye Chen was dirty and needed to bathe in the pool.

Qingluan boarded the top of the mountain and stood quietly to see nothingness from a distance.

On the top of Jieming mountain, the sound of Qin is still melodious and ethereal.

The jade finger of Chu ling'er stirs with deep feeling. Every drop of tears drops on the string of the instrument. He is confused with tears and only looks at Ye Chen.

"That girl is very nice." Chu ling'er is looking at Ye Chen, but Ming Jue is looking at qingluan. What he sees is still a little distracted.

Maybe, this is the legend of love at first sight.

How noble and what kind of woman have you never seen before? But when you look at qingluan, you are really in love.

"Master, not yet good?" Angelica could not help but ask.

This girl is much more reliable than that bitch.

The main reason is that I can't bear it. I'm clearly in love, but the two worlds are separated. One is confused and the other is tearful. This picture is heartbreaking.

"The relationship between the world and the world is too big. We need to avoid the law of the underworld before we can introduce the music of the Qin into the spiritual world." Emperor Huang gave a faint sound.

Angelica dahurica dare not speak any more. The Supreme Master knows more secrets. Even the master dare not touch it easily. It can be seen that it is very difficult.

Chu Ling cry more painful, it is lucky that ye Chen met his old friend.

If he has three shortcomings, that is the eternal regret.

At least, we should let Ye Chen know that the so-called love robbery is a drama, as well as the child in her womb. Her surname is ye.

The fairy mountain of qingluan nationality ushers in the dawn, which is peaceful and comfortable.

Qingluan old ancestor came, but only sighed, "through the secret volume of ancestors, to help him sober up, can only nine you fairy song."

"Perhaps, send him into the heavens." Qingluan pondered, "there are not a few big Chu masters of Jiuyou Xianqu."

"How." The ancestor of qingluan looks at qingluan with a smile.

"Plant the contract in him, and if any man in the heavens communicates, he can be called back." Qingluan said.

"It's not impossible, but don't forget the situation in the sky at the moment. The release of the flood and famine clan has caused chaos in all regions. If he goes back, it will be extremely dangerous in his ignorant state. If he recovers his consciousness, his life will be hard to protect."

"It can't make him muddle all the time. It's like death."

"Let's wait a moment. Recently, there will be psychic children coming back from all over the world, asking about the truth and emptiness, and then sending him back."

"That's fine." Qingluan scratched her head, but she was helpless.

"Let's not talk about ye Chen. Let's talk about you, Huofeng family's proposal. How are you thinking about it?" Laozu qingluan sat down.

"I don't want to." Qingluan's expression suddenly became indifferent. "What kind of disposition is the prince Huofeng? You know it. He is cruel and bloodthirsty. How many innocent people are buried in his hands."

"In the family, you should understand that my time limit is coming. If we return to heaven in the future, the qingluan people will face the disaster of extinction, and the four sides are covetous. Our family needs the protection of the Huofeng clan."

"After all, I am a victim of this political marriage." Qingluan sad smile, eyes still have tears.

"Don't blame the old ancestor for his ruthlessness. Everything is for the inheritance of the family." Qingluan Laozu sighed, and the emperor was helpless.