"Brother ye, you lost."
"Come again."
In the crisp bamboo forest, such words will ring out suddenly every once in a while, and the interval time is shorter and shorter.
On this three or five days, the holy body seems to have fallen into the lowest ebb of his life. Once defeated and defeated again, he lost miserably. The chaotic body was like a natural moat, a curse that he could not overcome.
"The great emperor! Show your spirit
"What about the holy body of the heavens? What about the God of war in our world
"Dad, linger missed you."
The emperor's list of deities was so cruel that it hung on the side of the chess game. However, such a sound has never been broken. There are wails of life, roars from the soul, and choking calls from children.
This time, ye Chen did not go to see, full of tears in his eyes, and turned again and again, but he did not flow out of his eyes. His mind was confused, and his sight was fuzzy, so vague that he could not ask for a chessboard.
"Master, you can't force any more."
The sound of chaos is ethereal, and Daozu is watching.
This kind of heart training is not nirvana, or a magic barrier. If you don't do it well, ye Chen will stop at the eight fold heaven all his life.
"The whole line of the holy body has never let me down."
Daozu's words are bland and slightly intoxicated. He is a peak emperor and a person from the outside world. He has witnessed the glory of the ancient holy body, the line of firmness, the vein of salvation, and the belief carried by him, which is even more supreme.
Chaotic body is silent, brush hands to fall, once again cut off Ye Chen's chess path.
For the first time, ye Chen became quiet, like a magic barrier, as quiet as a stone statue, motionless, only long snow-white hair, fluttering with the wind, the twilight stars, covering his old age, can not cover his vicissitudes.
I don't know how long I've been sitting here.
Chaotic body did not harass, only sit still and droop eyes, always inadvertently, to see a list of gods, his mind, also had a moment of trance.
He is different from ye Chen. In the days of heaven, he is alone. He has no old friends, no relatives, and no strong ties. Although he knows Ye Chen's state of mind, he does not know how painful the Holy Spirit is.
That, perhaps is the legendary love, since engraved in the soul of that moment, it will never erase.
The deeper the feeling, the more difficult it will be.
Therefore, ye Chen experienced more hardships than he did.
Looking at Ye Chen's journey, we can see that ye Chen has crossed nine generations, broken six samsaras, experienced love robberies, and experienced despair... Every trace is a bloody vicissitude.
"Come again."
Ye Chen suddenly said a word, hoarse voice.
"If you can't be merciless, you can't beat me." Chaos body light way.
"I'd rather give up my life than my feelings."
Ye Chen's words, less a irascible, more a touch of calm.
Once again, he played chess.
It seems to be a chess piece, but it looks like a person, wearing armor, holding a spear in hand, stepping on the corpse mountain, bathed in blood.
"Xie Yun."
The figure reflected on that chess piece is Xie Yun, a disciple of Hengyue and a good brother of Ye Chen. He has seen it more than once in the picture of Fengshen list, which is unreliable. Once he goes to the battlefield, he is a real madman.
Chaotic body does not understand, clearly is a chess, why become a person.
"To you." Ye Chen said.
The chaotic body revived, lost in a moment, just fell.
Ye Chen did not see, a son and fall.
This time, the chaotic body can see the figure of situ Nan from ye Chen's chess pieces. His hair is dishevelled and his blood and bones are dripping. The two chess pieces stand side by side and the two figures stand side by side.
Bang!
Bang!
It was the sound of the pieces hitting the board again. It was quite clear.
This game is slightly different.
The speed of Ye Chen's falling son is even faster than he imagined. He was caught off guard by chaos. He just dropped his son, and ye Chen went down. He was not as impatient as before. It was more of a kind of calm that made him puzzled.
It is this calmness that makes him aware of the change of Ye Chen's mood, which is as silent as water.
If you look at the pieces left by Ye Chen, it is clear that there are many human figures: the spirit of Chu Xuanchu, the emperor of Chu, the emperor's divine generals... Each of them, he has seen in the picture of the list of gods, all belong to the heavens. At this moment, they are fighting in the human world, guarding the great mountains and rivers with their blood and bones, and defending the territory of the heavens.
This chessboard, no longer a chessboard, seems to have become the battlefield of the human world.
And ye Chen, is to use his chess, deduce that one by one fresh people.
He did not abandon his hometown. He did not play chess with ruthlessness, but played with affection.
Chaotic body frowned, clothes by the wind strong noise, long hair was blown by the wind.
There is no strong wind here, and the so-called wind comes from the chessboard, pieces of chess pieces, a personal shadow, all with their own invincible fighting spirit. It is the wind of faith that blows his clothes and long hair.As a result, his mind, which is like water stop, is also because of its terrible waves.
Subconsciously, he looked at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen's quiet, let him can not help but fear, it is like a layer of mysterious veil, under the veil, hidden infinite power.
"To you." The word Ye Chen is so plain.
Chaotic body closed his eyes, picked up the chess pieces, but fixed in the air, the first time appears hesitant.
Ye Chen's chess is very mysterious. The chess pieces have their own figures, and the figures have their own fighting spirit. The fighting spirit has its own faith. The faith has become a mountain and a river. The mountains, rivers, grass and trees in the sky are all fresh, affectionate, spiritual, Dao and Qi.
After all, he still lost his son and frowned again.
Only because of this game, he gradually fell into a weak position.
The game is chess, but the fight is the Tao. If the chess game goes down, the way goes down.
He practiced chaos, and ye Chen also practiced chaos.
Ye Chen's Tao is more profound than his own. It is a kind of thing called emotion that makes Tao have spirituality.
"The whole line of the holy body has never let me down."
Daozu's words suddenly echoed in his ears.
Sure enough, the emperor saw it more vividly.
The potential of this holy body is endless. The robbery of refining the heart has not abandoned the hometown, but it has opened a new way to move the battlefield of the heavens to the chessboard. Each piece of chess piece is a soldier.
Fengshen list reflects the picture, but ye Chen deduces the true feelings.
However, he seems to be regarded as a great famine by Ye Chen. His chess and his way are under attack like destruction.
"Come on."
Chaos body laughs, the match match, the joy is endless.
Previously, ye Chen was in a state of confusion and won't win.
Now, ye Chen nirvana, is the real duel.
Bang!
Bang!
Such a clear voice, more sonorous meaning.
Ye Chen's chess became more and more powerful. He did not regard his native people as chess pieces. That was his feeling and his way.
When transformation comes against the sky, he goes up against the sky.
Boom! Boom!
This small bamboo forest has become restless.
The chaotic body and clothes are fierce, ye Chen's white hair is floating, and the attack of the Tao on the Tao has performed a vision. Centering on him, the two men are the center, one layer of halo and one layer of spreading. The patches of green bamboo are cut off by the waist, and even the deep fairy pool has set off waves. The pool water is like light rain, and the sky is shining with stars and moonlight.
To see the dim, chaotic, is already lightning and thunder, the vision of all things, in the evolution of nothingness, outlines a vast world.
"There is enough movement in this chess game." Master Tongtian sighs and looks up at the sky.
"No match." Yuanshi Tianzun Chuai hands, said with a smile.
"Good boy." Yan fire on the fairy tongue tongue, in those circumstances, ye Chen and chaos body can fight out such a vision, rare ah! If you change him, you can't do it.
Taigong looks stunned, attracted by all kinds of visions, and his mind is hazy.
The disciples and grandchildren of Daozu are basically present, watching the chaotic vision and listening to the voice of the heaven.
"It's new to practice chaos in Holy Communion."
"In the same rank, he is the only one who can fight with xiaoshizu to such a situation."
"The emperor of the great Chu was not built."
Under the sky, there are people on every mountain. Leaving Ye Chen's disposition aside, it's shocking that the small holy body is so amazing. For a moment, there is an epiphany. Too many people's eyes are full of enlightenment, and their mood is sublimated.
Boom! Boom!
When the world looks up, the motion of nothingness is greater.
The two kinds of chaotic Tao are full of killing spirit and many visions interweave. They become two dragons, one purple dragon and one golden dragon. They represent the Tao of chaos body and ye Chen. They are the two dragons of Tao, one is chaotic eyes of dragon eyes, and the other is engraved with six reincarnations. On the vigorous dragon body, each dragon scale is blended with the supreme principle of Tao.
Roar! Roar!
The two dragons, as big as mountains, are fighting on the misty ground.
Xu Shilong's size is too large, the sky has been crushed and collapsed, chaos is too mysterious, subverts the heaven and earth, reverses the Yin and Yang, every ray of fairy light, reflecting the chaos halo, has become Lingtian Xianyu, in the night, gorgeous.
"I'll see you for the first time."
The little disciples of Daozu murmured many words. The dragon was a Taoist dragon, but it destroyed the heaven and the earth. If a dragon waved its tail, it could throw them out of the clouds. By the way, they would go to Naihe bridge and drink a bowl of Mengpo soup.
"Urine." Xuandi also tut tongue, once again looked down on Ye Chen.
That boy, you can't treat him as a person. He's a demon. His heart is so cruel. He's surprised to find a way out. If he can do this, how tough his mood is. He thinks he's not as good as the reincarnation of emperor Zun.
On the misty sky, the Taoist priest stood quietly and finally showed a smile.One day, one will be made, and ye Chen will be nirvana, and will take a step and stand nine times in the sky.
"If you lose, is it embarrassing?" Xuandi took his hand and smiled at the Taoist ancestor.
"To him, not to be disgraced, no one to him, will not lose."
The words of the Taoist ancestors were full of deep meaning.
I don't know if he is in his mouth, which means the holy body Ye Chen or the Emperor Wu.
It is the great emperor, he is the master of the world;
is the holy body, he is the eight great earthquake.
Nine life nine generations nine reincarnation, is the emperor's beginning, has his end, the creation of those two against the sky, are doomed to be eternal myth.
PS: sorry, today, two chapters. Tomorrow, I will make up a chapter.