"Fuxi, you are sick!" In the vast starry sky, such a great curse, very loud, from a dead star, the curse full of anger, there is also an untold pain.

Many monks passing by, hearing the curse, suddenly stop in the stars, looking at the dead stars, their looks are dismayed.

Who does not know, Fuxi is the emperor of the emperor, shaking ancient Shuo, dare to scold the supreme, is how lawless!

"The fruits of the heavens are the talents of the world." The elder monks grinned and looked away with their toes. However, his path was limited and his eyes were too far away. He could not see who the swearing was. Only that one yelled at him, and he was angry.

"Go in and see." The monks said, or three in one group, or a group of five, stepped into the stars, and they all wanted to see where the sacred, how dare they insult the emperor.

However, as soon as they entered, they hit a big hand face-on-face.

Soon, they all came out, swept out by a palm, not blowing, one by one did not know how far out.

Now, the monks who have not yet entered the stars turn their heads and run.

Obviously, there are great gods in this ancient star, and their temper is not very good. If you don't pay attention, it will be destroyed.

The noisy stars fled because the monks scattered and fell into peace, but a loud and loud scolding did not stop.

After careful observation, ye Chen was known to be. In a small hill corner, he howled with his head, his eyes full of blood, scarlet red, and his forehead was exposed with blue ribs. Like a lion with crazy hair, every hissing was a roar from the soul.

"If ye fan is killed and the life is saved, how will you choose it?" The words were echoing in his mind all the time.

Half a month ago, he was captured by the king of the dead dead ancient star, and he integrated this into a spell and carved it in his sea of God.

The spell is terrible, and it can not be wiped out. It can not be ignored. Again and again, if it is like a magic spell, it is only finished if he is swallowed up, and it is like a Buddha curse. Only when he is wiped out, will he be stopped.

To see the king of man, it is leisurely, sitting on the rock with two Lang legs up, and a treasure plate on his leg. He drinks wine with a good taste while looking at the picture of fragrant beauty happily. He sets his words if he has not heard of the abuse of Ye Chen.

"I'm sick! You are sick! " Ye Chen is still scolding, pointing to the name and surname of the scolding, and then holding the head low roar.

"It's hard to choose?" Wang smiled at Ye Chen, and said leisurely, "give me an answer, and the spell will be released naturally."

"For your sister." Ye Chen scolded him, choking the heart of the king. He was standing and speaking without back pain. One side was a child and the other was a life. This was a cruel choice.

Know how to choose the so-called life, including his daughter, wife, brother and old friend.

"It's OK to choose. I'll wait for you. There's time." When the king of man talks freely, he takes out a magnifying glass and studies his treasure edition. It is a very poor beating.

Compared with him, ye Chen was miserable, curled up in his head, howling in pain, or that word, reverberated in his sea of God, such as a thunder, and his head was bursting.

The world is like quicksand, wandering through, every day, January.

The roar of Ye Chen, not annihilated by the changes of years, roared, and entered the sky.

Then, I saw a group of people running in and wanted to come in and see what happened. But embarrassed, they just came in and they were not breathing, and they were sent away by Wang.

After a long time, no one came to find stimulation, only pestle outside the ancient star, talking constantly, and they said their own guess.

Spring and autumn, flowers Xie flowers open, blink, and ten years, plus the first 50 years, has 60 years of vicissitudes.

In ten years, the king of man and ye Chen did not leave, and they were still on the ancient stars.

As always, Wang is leisurely, sleepy, or studies the collection version. It is very natural. Ten years is very short for him, but only a few big senses and several yawns.

Ye Chen is not very good. He is paralyzed under the rock, and the breath exhaled is extremely heavy. His eyes are full of blood, his eyes are deep hollow, and his tortured fatigue is exhausted, mentally damaged and miserable. He is really living for years.

For ten years, he had not closed his eyes and forgot how he felt to sleep. His hair was white, disheveled, and had a white beard, and it was also messy. Look at it all, he's a bad old man.

However, the merciless spell is still in, that word, still ring in his God sea, firm as he, the heart God also extremely collapsed, ten years, ten years, full ten years, was completely destroyed by the spell method for ten years, if you change to be others, most of them have fallen into years.

"If ye fan is killed and the life is saved, how will you choose it?" And the king of men woke up, yawned, and stretched out.

"I don't choose." Ye Chen roars, his eyes are scarlet, and his face is still a little ferocious. If a madman, suffering for ten years, he has reached the edge of the violent walk.

"Good. It's a man." The king turned over and down the rock.

In the eyes of outsiders, the cultivation of heart in the past ten years should be over, even ye Chen himself.However, the wish is very good, but the reality is bullshit.

But when he saw the king, he took out the shackles and locked Ye Chen's hands and feet. Then there was a cold iron chain, one end of which was connected with the shackles, and the other end was tied to the hilt of a flying sword.

"Go, grandfather, take you to the starry sky." The king of man sat on the flying sword and flew toward the starry sky with his magic power.

Ye Chen at the end of the iron chain is dragged away and staggers. He is embarrassed by the barbaric means of the king.

He wanted to break free. However, no matter whether the shackles or the chains were carved with divine patterns, he blessed the secret method of forbidding. Rao was the peak cultivation of his holy king, which was hard to shake. He had to be pulled by the iron chain without any resistance.

Seen from a distance, the scene is extremely dazzling. Ye Chen, with his hair dishevelled and ragged, is like a dead prisoner who has to be taken to the execution ground and beheaded. He is also like a dog, led by the king of men. He wanders around the starry sky.

Who would have thought that the noble and ancient holy body, the cruel man who once slaughtered the emperor, would be so humble. This is in sharp contrast to the God of war in the past, which makes people sigh.

The vast starry sky, the sound of iron chain collision, is very clear.

RenWang's speed slowed down a lot. Sitting on the flying sword, drinking wine and humming songs, he was in a good mood.

"When I become emperor Zhun, I will be the first to kill you." Behind him, ye Chen, who was chained by the iron chain, swore at him more than once.

"You dare to scare me." People Wang bang, a finger and a fairy light, impartial, into the heart of Ye Chen eyebrows.

Xianguang is also a mantra. In yechen Shenhai, it turns into a picture: in the dark world, there seems to be a battle between immortals and demons, the sound of killing shakes the sky, countless people chatter on the sky, countless people rush into the night, their bones become mountains and their blood flows into rivers.

Ye Chen's mind was pulled into it. It was really a bloody battlefield. He saw Ye Fan waving a bloody sword and slaughtering all living beings without fear. His daughter, wife, brother and old friend fell down one by one and died under Ye Fan's butcher's knife one by one.

"Magic doesn't work for me." Ye Chen cold hum, escape from the dreamland, an unprecedented anger, submerged his mind.

This anger was against the king of man. He even made up an illusion with his relatives to make fun of his mood, which really angered him.

"When true is false, false is true; when false is true, true is false." The king of man laughs at Ye Chen's anger, and his power should be vain.

As a result, ye Chen, who has just escaped from the dreamland, is pulled into the dreamland again. It is still the blood drenched picture. Ye Fan kills wantonly, and his relatives fall in the pool of blood one by one.

"Magic doesn't work for me." Ye Chen roars and escapes.

However, this time, he did not succeed. He was really trapped in the illusion. He couldn't even walk if he wanted to, and he didn't know how to go.

This is the king of man who is haunted by a magic spell. He sleeps Ye Chen. What he wants is for ye Chen to witness the tragic picture with his own eyes. If he doesn't want to see it, he can't go, let alone go.

"If you killed Ye Fan, you could save all the people. What would you choose?"

Again, this sentence is resounding in the dreamland, or full of supreme magic power. It perfectly matches the bloody picture of the dreamland. You can't listen to it, or you can't see it.

"Well Ye Chen hugs his head, his veins are exposed, and he roars with pain and anger. His deep eyes are dyed red with blood.

For, the king of man is still sitting on the flying sword, drinking wine, humming a little tune, accompanied by the sound of iron chain impact, holding Ye Chen, swinging in the starry sky.

As for ye Chen, although his mind is in a dreamland, his body moves with a rigid step. His face is dull and his eyes are empty. He looks like a puppet or a walking corpse.

In this scene, the monks passing by were surprised. They all looked like a man walking with a dog.

"Look, go away." RenWang that goods very urine, all the way, all the way in scolding, have not seen the walk dog?

His voice is very high, the most important thing is, mixed with the power of cultivation, so that the passing monks, one by one, hide far.

The king of waiting for people led Ye Chen to go far away, and those talents gathered together again and again, discussing and pointing out, "this is also too sad."

"Respect the strong, that's how cruel it is." The old monk sighed, "that's the emperor. It's good to have a life."

There is no one to refute this. As a monk, you are cold-blooded and know the law of survival. If you are weak, you deserve to be bullied.

In the sound of discussion, the king of man and ye Chen, they have been gradually separated.

In the eyes of outsiders, ye Chen is only chained by shackles, but no one knows what kind of torture he suffered, which is more cruel than splitting him with a knife.

"Emperor Huang, the remnant soul of the emperor, is more cruel than you!" Looking at this scene, Rao is the emperor of the underworld.

"He knows Ye Chen better than I do." Emperor Huang's words are plain.

"Fantasy is a fantasy, but over time, it will be brainwashed." The emperor of the underworld said, "this is the terrible place of refining the heart. Today's king of people, as cruel as you were then, has never treated him as a man.""No cruelty, no nirvana." Emperor Huang's words are vague.