Chapter 2260

Hearing this, Emperor Huang Huo's side head was staring at the emperor.

Obviously, the heaven in the mouth of the Ming emperor is not the heaven of the great Chu.

Tianting, an ancient existence, is a great holy body of Rao. He only hears legends. He doesn't know where the real Tianting came from and who created it. It has always been a mystery. No one can solve the mystery since ancient times.

"There is no need to look at me like this. Only the great emperor's realm is qualified to know about the secrets of heaven." The dark emperor light way, knew Emperor Huang confusion, how, he could not say.

Emperor Huang closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

I don't know why, whenever there are doubts and can not be solved, he wants to fight with the Emperor Ming. You bitch, since you can't say it, don't stir up my curiosity! I've made a question mark for Laozi. You don't want to say it again. You deserve not to marry a daughter-in-law.

Ming emperor's face is deep, and his heart is full of joy. I don't want to say that. I'm angry with you. Don't always scare me. I have a treasure edition, which I have to watch every day.

Also happy, there is Ye Chen.

After climbing ninety-nine stone stairs, I almost got my life. Finally, I sat on this dragon chair and felt absolutely cool.

It seems that at the moment he is an emperor, waiting for the emperor to go to court, waiting for his ministers to kneel down?

Once upon a time, he was also an emperor. The feeling of being worshipped by his people still exists. His life has reached its peak and is full of power.

"Not bad." Chen is quite like the emperor.

This dragon chair is even more extraordinary than he imagined. It has a sense of warmth and coolness. It runs from fart to body, flows into all parts of the body, immerses into the five viscera and six viscera, nourishes the eight meridians. Even his origin, Shen Zang and Tao principles are also touched by it, and it interweaves with the voice of the heaven. In a few moments, he almost has an epiphany.

Ye chenpo is surprised. The Dragon chair is not simple. It is more abstruse than Tianxu's stone, which is helpful to understand the Tao.

In the dark, he can also smell a touch of women's fragrance, not belong to this era, in the years of precipitation, ancient and vicissitudes.

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and looked around. He always felt that in ancient times, it was not a man but a woman sitting on the chair. Yes, it was a woman. The faint fragrance of women was the best proof.

At the same time, the huge LingXiao palace was humming.

Ye Chen only felt a flash in front of his eyes. The scene in front of him suddenly changed greatly. The dark and solemn LingXiao palace reappeared the glory of the ancient times. The immortal spirit was wrapped in the sky, and the clouds were dense and hazy. The magnificent hall was full of divine light. Every inch of brick and tile was stained with luster and even more fantastic. The Dragon hovered, the Phoenix roared, the white tiger roared, and the Xuanwu road was really built Shixian palace is a treasure tower in the sky.

In the dark, ye Chen seems to be able to see a line of figures, saluting him, more accurately, saluting the Dragon chair, and more accurately, saluting the person sitting on the Dragon chair, and that person is not him.

Ye Chen subconsciously side eyes, looking to the side of the body, as if really sitting a person, a woman of extraordinary beauty, in accepting the worship of all souls, she is the real body, the supreme peak.

However, all these are illusions. Ye Chen, a god shaking child, will return to its original state. The resplendent LingXiao palace returns to the darkness again, leaving only a trace of antiquity in the long river.

Then, ye Chen, with a face of muddle, flew out and was shaken by the Dragon chair. He rolled down from a layer of steps. It was not a general mess.

When he got up again, ye Chen swayed a few times, and then he stood still. He looked up at the Dragon chair with his mouth pulled straight. I almost got up and climbed up. He couldn't even sit down for a while?

For his abdominal Fei, white jade dragon chair has no response, its silence, as if to say: This is also you can sit? Little sage, don't you have a little bit to count?

"No, I have to sit down." Ye Chen wiped a nosebleed and went up again.

To say, the tenth emperor of the great Chu was free enough not to think about looking for reincarnation, but he was on the bar with a dragon chair. He was not allowed to sit, and he always wanted to sit.

Having once climbed a stone ladder experience, ye Chen is familiar with the road.

Climbing up the ninety ninth floor, he was paralyzed, like a lump of blood mud, and nearly lost his life.

Although the God's residence of LingXiao palace is no longer there, its prestige still exists. If it had been a general sage, it would have been ground into flying ash. If there were no broken imperial soldiers to resist the pressure, zongyechen's ancient holy body would have been shattered.

This point, the emperor of the underworld saw it most thoroughly.

If it's not blowing, if the LingXiao palace is still the LingXiao palace of that year, because ye Chen's cultivation at the moment, he can't even enter the hall, and still want to climb the ninety-nine stone stairs? Still want to sit in that white jade dragon chair? For your size, 10000 lives are not enough for you to die.

LingXiao palace, under the white jade dragon chair.

Ye Chen, who has already become a lump, remoulds the holy body, protects it with the broken emperor's soldiers, and reaches for the Dragon chair again.

This time, he did not sit up again, but did not want to be shaken. He only touched his chin and circled around the Dragon chair. For the first time, he studied the Dragon chair in a real sense.

It's not exactly the Dragon chair. It's more like a couch. When you're tired, you can lie down and sleep for a while. On it, strange patterns are carved, like immortal patterns, carrying a kind of mysterious verve. I don't know who carved them, and the spirit is natural.The most difficult thing for ye Chen to understand is the material of the Dragon chair. It belongs to a kind of jade. However, he can not see what kind of jade it is. He only knows that the whole body is smooth, warm and cool, and occasionally flashes a little fairy light, carrying a dream color. Ye Chen is in a trance.

Can't help, ye Chen Piao to chaos Ding.

Its original weapon is more honest than expected. It is hanging on his head in peace. This is not its style. In ordinary days, if you can't bear the impulse to eat, and the broken emperor and soldiers want to swallow the Lord, it's really abnormal today.

For the master's eyes, chaos Ding is not moved, as if to say: Laozi is full, not hungry.

In this regard, ye Chen returned a look in the eye: you are particularly dare not!

Don't dare, chaos tripod really dare not, look at its kind of advice, you can know that this dragon chair is extraordinary.

What it is really afraid of is not the Dragon chair, but the people who once sat on it.

In its view, the remaining light fragrance of women is even more frightening than that of the extremely Dao emperor.

Even he didn't dare to make up his mind, which made ye Dashao more interested in the Dragon chair.

Suddenly, he opened his samsara eyes and peeped at the Dragon chair.

After three or five breaths, he lowered his head and covered his eyes with both hands. He could see that there was blood flowing between his hands and fingers. When he was not careful, he was bitten by a big attack, and his eyes were blackened.

He decided to go back to the Dragon chair again and tried to deduce its owner.

After three or five rest, his whole body was unstable.

This time, it was not just the eyes that were bleeding. The whole seven orifices were bleeding, the meridians were breaking, the bones were breaking, the Shenhai was humming, the yuan Shen was trembling, and the bright holy body was almost disintegrated, and the domineering reversion almost swallowed it up.

This time, the restless tenth emperor of the great Chu was finally at peace. He held the Dragon chair with one hand and coughed with blood. He was not joking. He was confused. He could not tell the truth from the unreal. He always felt that he was floating in the air. If one could not be done well, he could still float to hell.

Before and after two back bite, ye Chen is finally fainted in the past.

Confused between, he seems to see a beautiful shadow, such as the moon's Chang'e, holy and flawless, do not eat between the fireworks, do not provoke the dust of the world, more distant than the dream, is not possible.

Ye Chen is sleeping, but chaos Ding is a little restless, buzzing around the Dragon chair, as well as the broken emperor soldiers, also come up.

A tripod and a sword are very interesting. They go around the Dragon chair.

The purpose of the two is not the same. Chaos Ding thinks whether to discuss with the Dragon chair to see if it can be integrated. The broken imperial sword is more diffuse. There is no memory of LingXiao palace, so we don't know the origin of the Dragon chair. We try our best to remember it, but we are more confused.

Finally, the chaotic cauldron, which could not be fooled, was shaken and flew far away.

The dilapidated emperor's sword slipped into Ye Chen's body. Then, the chaotic tripod flew back and hid in Ye Chen's Shenhai. It seems that he doesn't intend to come out in a short time.

The dark LingXiao palace is silent, dignified and solemn.

"It's a miracle that he can live." Looking at a scene in the palace, the emperor of the underworld gave a deep voice.

Then look at the emperor's famine and stand still. He doesn't pay any attention to the words of the Ming emperor. Ask what you don't say, and enjoy yourself!