to be sonorous! Click! Bang Dang!

This sound is continuous. Although it is clear and crisp, many magic weapons are broken under Ye Chen's palm.

The eldest emperor's eyes were scarlet, and he moved the way of the emperor. He held up a figure holding the sky and standing on the earth, which was his external magic image. This was his card and his last dependence.

Boom!

Ye Chen's palm fell and beat the external demons, but he didn't break it.

One hand can not, he made up a palm, that standing outside the magic image, it was on the spot exploded.

Poof!

The eldest emperor was completely defeated. He could no longer hold back Ye Chen's palm. His four limbs, five zang organs, six Fu organs, eight channels, including the origin, Shenhai and Yuanshen, were all destroyed inch by inch.

Ah!

Before he died, he roared again, from the soul, carrying unwilling, angry and sad.

A family of three emperors, how glorious, but in a day, all of them were buried, this time, what face, go to see the former Emperor, the emperor's prestige, they have been insulted clean.

Ye Chen no joy no worry, in the roar sound, slowly passed.

It's the killing road of blood, spreading to the depths of the starry sky.

The heaven shakes, the flood and famine are also shocked, and the two supreme masters of the underworld are also touched.

They are still standing on the Jieming mountain, quietly looking at the sky. The eyes of the supreme are in a trance. They have all stepped over the killing road of Ye Chen, and they can become the supreme one. Which one did not kill on the dead bone and flowing the sea of blood? Looking at Ye Chen is like looking at them in those years.

Neither of the two supreme masters denied that they could not compare with Ye Chen at the same level, and no one could compare with Ye Chen in terms of fighting against the heaven. His existence is unique throughout the ages, and later generations will crush later generations.

I don't know when, the sky just fell into silence, ye Chen's killing is over.

In the blood mist, ye Chen is holding the sword, stepping on the starry sky, staggering, and bleak.

At the moment, he is no longer in the state of blood limit. His domineering holy body is full of blood gullies, exposed in many places, and his long hair is full of blood, floating with the star wind.

He won and was defeated again.

But he also lost, won the famine, but lost the lover, the love of the past, can not be found again.

Looking at his figure, all the friars in the sky were silent and moved. He was like a god of war at the end of the vicissitudes of life. He was clearly in the prime of his life, but he was very old.

In a trance, the world can still see that behind him, there is a road of blood, which is covered with blood and bones, up to the emperor and down to the prince. There are really mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

He is brilliant all the way. Every one of them is made. He is a living myth.

In the wind, falling stars.

Donghuang Taixin sets foot on the sky and holds him, then disappears in the starry sky.

Together with Xiao Chen, Ming Jue and Angelica dahurica, they are all sad.

After she left, the friars of the heavens stood for a long time, looking hazy and indescribable. They watched Ye Chen kill him all the way. He was the God of war, the God of evil, the God of killing, and a madman to the letter. But it was this madman who wrote some legends.

It's really hard to see the Honghuang people again.

Since ye Chen came back from his rebirth, the losses have been more and more tragic, and the prince and Prince have almost been destroyed. In this war, more than 30 of the emperors were killed by Ye Chen, and more than 80% of them were killed by Ye Chen. There are countless other strong people who died in the famine, not to mention the heavy losses.

"He must die." Honghuang strong people gnash their teeth, ferocious as fierce ghosts, only wait for Honghuang emperor to reorganize the lineup, without blood to continue the limited battle, fight ye Chen, may not lose.

In the morning, the Hengyue sect is peaceful.

On the Jade Maiden peak, children giggled, young and crisp, a group of small guys playing, chasing and playing on the grass, walking with small steps, such as a fairy, naive and brilliant.

All the girls are there, watching quietly, with maternal tenderness.

This ordinary, commendable and moving.

Soon, the little guys stopped frolicking, raised their faces and looked at the void.

There is no one to land, but it is the heart of Donghuang Taixin.

The women rose and bowed.

Dong Huang was too speechless. She just flicked her sleeve and released Ye Chen, mingjue, Baizhi and Xiaochen. Ye Chen was in a state of fainting. She was extremely colorful. She was covered with blood. She just landed. One of them was standing still and nearly fell to the ground. Then, she sprayed blood one after another.

The women rushed forward, looking pale, but see ye Chen no big problem, just a little relieved.

Oh!

East Huang too heart a sigh, a word did not say, turned to go.

What about Ji ningshuang?

The girls from the heart of the East Huang received their eyes, to see the three Ming Jue.

Oh!

Three people also a sigh, did not open their mouth, only handed a jade slips.

The pretty eyebrows and slight frowns of the girls have a kind of ominous premonition.

Chu Xuan pinched her hands and crushed the jade slips. The images were presented in the sea of their gods: the fighting in the remains of Tianzun, the bloody heaven and earth, the curse of Ji ningshuang, and the burial of Ji ningshuang in chaos sea."This The women's hands covered the Jade mouth, and her delicate body couldn't help shaking, and her eyes were full of water mist.

The three of them shook their heads and left without interruption. Four of them came out of the great Chu, but only three returned. Although they won the battle, they lost Ji ningshuang and suffered a terrible defeat.

Soon, a strong sadness, covering the jade peak.

The people of hengyuezong were also aware of some mistakes. Even the spooky situ Nan and Xie Yun were more honest than before. They could not help but scold the heaven.

Ye Chen was moved to the room, such as a stone statue, motionless, covered with vicissitudes of dust, although his body wounds have been healed, but by the years, the carving is incomplete.

All the girls were distressed and tearful. The accident was too sudden. They didn't expect Ji ningshuang to die. She was Ye Chen's wife. It can be imagined that her death had a great impact on Ye Chen.

Xiao Ye Fan and Xiao Ye Ling are also there. Although they are small, they are very intelligent and feel that the atmosphere is not right.

Xiao Ye Fan, in particular, is always looking left and right, looking for his mother.

Every time at this time, the women can not help but wipe tears, so small, there is no mother, let people heartache.

Ye Chen sleeps for three days, and then wakes up in the morning of the fourth day.

Dad!

Before he sat up, two tender calls came to his ears.

Beside the bed, there are two little guys, one for Xiaoyeling and the other for xiaoyefan. They are looking at him with big eyes flashing. Seeing that he wakes up, they all climb into the bed and plunge into his arms. Their small heads only care about rubbing and rubbing. Ye Chen's walking time is not short, and the little guy misses it very much.

Ye Chen smiles, holding two children, full of the tender feelings of a loving father.

Can see the small leaf fan in the arms, also painful to can't help but roar, he, lost his mother.

When the door opened, all the women came. Seeing ye Chen's look so decadent, they all wanted to talk, but they didn't know how to open their mouth. This kind of pain is more cruel than lingchi.

"Dad, where's your mother? Faner is missing his mother The tranquility in the room is finally broken by Xiao Ye Fan's words. The little guy is holding his small head and clear big eyes, looking at it directly.

In a word, the nose of the girls is sour, and the beautiful eyes are instantly moist.

Ye Chen also cried, tears filled his eyes, laughing choked, "your mother, went far away."

"Far is far." Xiao Ye Ling blinked and asked curiously.

"Far is far." Chu Ling came forward and took over Xiao Ye Ling, "take my brother to play."

Er, the little girl is very clever, pulling Xiaoye fan to run out.

Poof!

After the child left, ye Chen a mouthful of blood spurted out, and fell down.

All the women came forward one after another and cast a calming mantra.

Night came, quietly.

When he is out of the door, he will wake up in a dream.

The women were standing not far away, but they still wanted to talk.

Ye Chen farfetched a smile, turned to leave, sat under the old tree, a pair of hands trembling, from the arms of a piece of wood, one hand holding a knife, a knife gently carved.

Every time he cuts, his long hair becomes a wisp of snow-white, until he is covered with black hair and becomes silver. His straight back is also bent for a minute. The whole person shows his old state.

The sawdust fell off one by one and saw the prototype of the woodcarving. It was a woman, and that was his wife.

He never felt that Ji ningshuang's voice, face and smile were so clear at this moment that the woman who had abandoned her, after a great reincarnation, really entered his heart.

"Ye Chen, if there is an afterlife, you may wish me a lifetime of love."

In the past life, in front of the Danfu hall, Ji ningshuang's whispering voice rang through his ears again.

Their love, from the previous life to this life, has finally had the result, but it is still scarred, the end of the Star River, no longer see the woman's smile, they are like the beautiful flowers on the other side, flowers can not see leaves, leaves can not see flowers, generations will miss.

He carved wood carvings, but read about life. He met her for the first time and saw her buried at the last moment. During this period, it was the world of mortals. In the samsara, both the cause and the fruit became memories.

"Damn the sword." In the tianxuanmen gate, there was a lot of cold chiding. Seeing ye Chen's old age, he became more and more angry. He hated to kill the immortal sword and the heaven. He always wanted to make fun of the world like this.

"Hong Huang won, my love." Chen Huang sighs, this is similar to him in those years. He won the world, but lost Yan Fei. How about being the emperor of Chu, he was still sad all his life, but he was luckier than ye Chen. He was a great samsara and met Yan Fei again.

"Smart me, always at the critical moment." When the emperor Zhun mourned for ye Chen, the leisurely words rang out.

Before the words fell, he saw a wretched man come in with his hand in his hand. He looked like a thief, and when he looked at him, he felt his hands itching. There was an impulse to drag him out and kick him to death.

This kind of goods, needless to say, is the king of man. His temperament, ordinary people, can not imitate."Are you still alive?" Donghuang takes a glance.

"See what you say." The king didn't think so, then glanced at the leaf Chen in the water curtain, "don't worry, Ji ningshuang can't die."

Hearing this, all the quasi emperors were stunned.

"I'll have to make the boy sad for a few more days and not tell him." The king of man shakes his head and is out of tune. He deserves to be beaten.