Chapter 2779

Daozu left, ye Chen's face, extremely ugly.

How can you be in the mood to play chess? You are not from your family. You are not distressed!

"Brother ye, play a game?" Chaos body laughs.

"No time."

Ye Chen's answer, according to the previous in Huashan, simple and straightforward, only static Wang Cang Miao.

If someone borrows Dharma from the human world, he can still go back to the heavens. However, it seems a little difficult. He fights against the borrowed Dharma and is bitten back. Most of the people are not very good. He must also be bitten. Maybe he is still chirping in bed?

If not, he is the descendant of Zhou Tian, that is to say, he knows the ancestor of Zhou Tian. The five dregs of war are indeed on the bed, but he doesn't chirp. He just falls into a deep sleep. To a certain extent, he changes his course against the heaven, which is more violent than that of Ye Chen.

"Add to the chaos." The face of Fu cliff is very black.

Along with them, there are many emperor to be in tianxuanmen, all of whom are casting Dharma to help the king fight against regurgitation.

In the quiet, the celestial realm ushered in a deep night.

Ye chenjing, like a statue, is still looking at the sky.

And chaos body, also did not urge, holding an ancient book, read quite addicted.

I don't know when I saw someone coming.

Naiyan was immortal on the fire. He looked at Ye Chen with a black face, and took the list of gods. He hung on the side of Ye Chen's body. What emerged in it was the war between the heaven and man, which was still fierce and bloody.

Come on! Come on!

Ye Chen's fist, clenched with a click.

The howling, roaring, killing and Howling were interwoven into pathetic funeral songs, which were full of demonic nature and submerged his heart again and again. His eyes watching the list of gods were covered with blood in an instant. He never felt that he was so useless. However, he could not go back and could only be the sad spectator.

"The master personally ordered that the list of gods be kept here, and we can see the battle of human world every day."

The old gentleman stroked his beard, which was not to the chaotic body, but to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen does not speak, the eyes are full of red, red to drip blood.

"Elder martial brother, master is cruel." Chaotic body looked at the list of gods, Yan fire on the immortal, "his mood has been chaotic, and I have no chance of winning the game."

"This is a pass." Laojun leisurely said, "the state of mind is chaotic, how to go to the nine heaven, if you look at the bloody battle of the sky, and you can calmly game, is the real nirvana. Cruelty is more cruel, but the most direct and effective, this pass can not cross, how to break into the sea of chaos."

"I see."

The chaos body takes a deep breath, only then knows the ancestor intention, this is to refine Ye Chen's mood! It seems simple, but it is extremely dangerous. If it is not done well, it will become a magic barrier. It is very difficult to really ignore the war between the heavens.

"If you win him, master will open the sea of chaos for you."

The old gentleman dissipated slowly, and the ethereal words came back.

After hearing this, ye Chen's eyes were startled. Finally, he took a look at the Fengshen list. He lifted up his clothes and robes, and sat opposite the chaotic body. He raised his hand to pick up chess and brush his hand to drop his son.

Chaotic body smile, received the ancient books, also took the chess pieces.

When a chess game is settled, ye Chen will play immediately. It seems that he wants to defeat his opponent in the shortest time.

The chaotic body looks indifferent and knows Ye Chen's intention.

However, he will never let water go. Since he wants to refine Ye Chen's mood, he can't let water go. He needs to do his best to be the villain and the tiger blocking the road.

If ye Chen is not forced to despair, he will not nirvana.

Kill! War!

Boom! Bang! Boom!

This game is not as quiet as you think.

In the list of emperor's vessels, there are not only pictures of wars, but also sounds of wars. Every roar and roar is like a sharp knife, which is engraved on Ye Chen's soul.

Ye Chen pretended to be calm, but he looked miserable and pale. He forced himself not to listen and forced him not to look. But the picture, but the sound, if there was a nightmare, pestered him, and disturbed his mind again and again.

As a result, his hands shaking with chess pieces.

The tenth emperor of the great Chu, this life, is really miserable.

And the scene of history is also astonishingly similar.

Once upon a time in the underworld, Emperor Huang created a love robbery to temper him, which almost hurt him to the point of collapse.

Now that we come to heaven, there is another robbery. The robbery of refining the heart is no less than love robbery.

The same thing is that these two robberies are extremely cruel. One is to lose his lover, the other to abandon his hometown, to let him watch the war and play chess; to let him listen to the wailing of the common people to defeat a chaotic body which is not weak at all.

This pass is even more emotional.

One is a great emperor, the other is a great Jun; the other is a great sage, the other is the supreme emperor. As a matter of fact, one is fiercer than the other. If ye Chen is not regarded as a human being, he will be tortured to pieces by two passes.On the misty sky, Daozu stood quietly overlooking the lower part and looking at Ye Chen.

"Hongjun, you are too cruel."

Xuandi leisurely way, eyes are not general good, across the vast sky, see really cut, you can see ye Chen's pale, also can know ye Chen's mood.

"He needs a nirvana." The ancestor of Tao is light.

Oh!

Xuandi sighed and couldn't bear to see it again. He understood the truth, but the process was too cruel.

Bang!

In the small bamboo forest, another piece of chaotic body falls, and the chess pieces are fixed on the chessboard, and the sound is clear and crisp.

"Brother ye, you lost." Chaos body light way.

On the other side, ye Chen picked up a piece of chess, but settled in the middle of the sky. Looking at the squareness of the chessboard and looking at the vertical and horizontal pieces, he did not know where to land. Suddenly, his Qi was exhausted.

"Come again."

Ye Chen brushed his hands and took away all the pieces.

Chaotic body is quite conscious, picking up chess pieces, never let water, nor ready to release water, his chess, just like his way, naturally formed, one son and one thing.

On the contrary, ye Chen, in his way, there is more confusion.

Chess does not make a game, Tao does not make sense.

From the beginning, he was oppressed by the chaos. However, he was in a state of disorder even though he tried to recover the defeat.

This time, he lost faster.

"Come again."

Ye Chen took a look at Fengshen list, and saw a scarlet in her eyes.

The chaos body does not speak, only picks up the chess drop.

It was a long night. There were wins and losses in every game. Ye Chen was the loser. His mind was more chaotic and the losers were more and more miserable.

Xianyu, suddenly reflected the first ray of sunshine.

But ye Chen's black hair, which was like a waterfall in the past, turned into a snow-white one. His eyes were slightly protruding, and his blood was all over his eyes. His face was still so pale and morbid.

One night's game and one night's torture seemed to awaken his potential demonic nature. Let alone playing chess, he couldn't sit still. He wanted to fly to the sky and roar hysterically at the sky. The shaking was not his hands, but the whole body, like the ice, which made him curl up.

Chaotic body frowns for a moment, some in the heart can not bear, this pass is too difficult.

But he, or lost the son, the last trace of Qi on Ye Chen's chess game.

Lost, the holy body failed again.

"Come again."

Ye Chen is quite irritable. He pushes the chessboard with another hand and grabs a chess piece. His hand trembles in mid air. He doesn't know where to put it or where to win.

At the moment, he is like a vicious gambler, holding the only piece of copper, struggling to bet big or small, as if a move wrong, is doomed.

"Good rest."

Chaotic body took a deep breath, looking at Ye Chen now, eyes more a touch of sadness.

The holy body of eight wasteland should not be such a gesture.

But the more so, the more he couldn't bear to let water go.

Can let Ye Chen degenerate so, his mood, how chaotic.

"Go on."

Ye Chen's eyes are scarlet, and she has lost her son.

During this period, he took another look at the list of gods and the war in the human world.

Oh!

Chaos in the heart of the body sighed, and then picked up the pieces.

"It may be counterproductive."

Emperor Xuandi appeared again and looked at Ye Chen's state. It was really bad.

Daozu was silent and had no expression.

The emperor's heart, or quite cruel, such as ye Chen and others, do not really force him to the edge of collapse, he will not change against the heaven.

He looked at the human world from below.

The bloody fire and smoke of war, cage twilight the whole of the sky, life in the war, countless lives buried.

When the emperor was compassionate, his eyes twinkled with cold light, which was a sword for killing immortals, which not only enhanced the fighting power of Honghuang people, but also helped the flames of war initiated by Honghuang.

His state of mind is also the state of mind of the Ming emperor. He has been watching the war all the time, looking for the position of killing the immortal sword. If he finds it, he doesn't mind opening the barrier to sacrifice the emperor's top strike.

However, he didn't find it. Zhuxian sword was too secret.

If we say that the most tormented is the emperor of heaven and hell. The endless years have witnessed the invasion of heaven and the sea of blood in the world.

And they can only be spectators.

The emperor is not merciless, because of the responsibility, shouldering a certain mission, they are doomed to be unable to participate in the war.

"Even if the world of human beings falls down, even if all human beings are buried, we should also stick to the heaven and the underworld."

This is the supreme order of the empress of ancient heaven.

Every time there is a catastrophe in the sky, this old saying will ring through their ears.

Endless vicissitudes of life, spring and autumn, flowers bloom, they are unconditionally follow the emperor's order, day by day, year by year, clinging to the sky and the hell, see more corpses and blood, see the world's havoc, it is a tragic war, but also a knife, in their memory, engraved a pathetic trace.They don't know how long they have to keep it, and they don't know when that ray of dawn will be reflected in the world. They only know that they will continue to guard until the end of time, and they will hold on until the empress returns against the heaven.

At this moment, the actions of Ming emperor and Daozu were surprisingly consistent. They both raised the wine pot and poured it fiercely.

The emperor was powerful all over the world, but from which moment on, they felt more like a turtle with a shrinking head, shrinking in the two worlds of heaven and hell, secretly looking at the prosperity of the world, but also helplessly looking at the suffering of the people.

Ye Chen is refining his heart, so they are not.

The heavens are also their hometown.