Chapter 3179

I don't know when the roar of the emperor's robbery was annihilated. I saw the emperor's blood and bones dripping and shaking in the misty sky. A Tiandi robbery was extremely fierce. The main reason was that God gave face. The emperor's law came out in endlessly, and he was almost destroyed.

Fortunately, he passed through, and heaven added another emperor, and, not ordinary emperor.

From the relationship between him and ye Chen, we can see that the ninth generation, which was once the first, can be derived from his relationship with Ye Chen.

"I'm very optimistic about him."

Too many emperor of heaven stroked his beard and looked meaningful, waiting for the emperor to recover.

After that, ask him to practice.

is not as like as two peas. Because the emperor is the same as a holy body, anyone can see his face, but he can't feel the itch. He can't beat Ye Chen. If he plays the emperor, he will say something else.

Not only the emperor of heaven, but also the emperor of quasi wasteland, was as strong as the emperor of heaven.

As a result, when Emperor Zun walked down the misty sky, he always felt chilly all over.

Don't look at those old guys. They are all looking forward to beating him?

"That's good."

On the Jade Maiden peak in ancient times, ye Xingchen's words are deep, and so are ye Chen's Daoists.

Their appearance is not very beautiful. When you look up, they all have dishevelled hair like a chicken coop, and they are all black and blue, all over the body, except for footprints.

Yeah, it was hammered.

Since I came to Taigu, I was beaten and hammered by the old guys in two or three days. All of them are very willful, and the reasons are surprisingly consistent: you are very unhappy.

For this, they should know the reason. The main reason is that the face was carved in the same mold as ye Chen. The emperors couldn't do ye Chen, so they cut them.

"I want to go home."

Ye Xingchen covered his face.

This place is too dangerous. I don't care about them. The reason for throwing out is high-end atmosphere. If people are floating in the lake, they can't love cutting.

Speaking of Ye Chen, he is the quietest one in the ancient times. He has not yet woken up. He is like a statue carved in stone, lying quietly on the cloud. Only the visions are frequent and the voice of Tao is resounding.

The empress watched for a long time. She turned around and went straight to a whirlpool. Before she left, she set a boundary on the top of Taigu peak.

It's mainly because there are too many restless emperors in ancient times. Ye Chen is not very happy. You can't let them run to make trouble. It doesn't matter if you disturb Ye Chen's enlightenment.

After death, ye Chen suddenly trembled for a moment, in the deep sleep, slightly frowned, as if had a nightmare.

"This is... Where."

Ye Chen murmurs, consciousness floats away.

After a long time, I saw that he had regained his lucidity. When he looked around in confusion, he realized that he was in a starry sky.

He looked and looked, determined that the future, only know that this vast boundless, can see stars, such as a flower after flower, flashing light, more stars wandering, floating to the unknown distance.

It is not exact to say that it is a starry sky. It should be a universe, which is quite similar to the sky. It is also ancient and profound. When you are in it, you don't feel awe.

Moo!

When he was watching, he suddenly heard the moo of the cow, vigorous and lengthy, listening to his subconscious side head.

As you can see, it's a green cow, carrying an old man with a white beard, walking in the starry sky, sometimes stopping to look around.

"Friar."

Ye chennan language.

Only when he calls, can he know that the other party can't hear. For him, the world belongs to the artistic conception. He is an illusory existence.

Green cattle did not stop, carrying the old man, through his body, with vigorous steps, to the depths of the universe.

Ye Chen closed his eyes and walked slowly.

There are many figures in the starry sky. All the people who practice Taoism are like a Taoist rainbow. They can't see their accomplishments, see their origins, and no one stops to look at him.

Ye Chen is novel and enters an ancient star. There are many mountains and rivers in the star, and there are many ancient trees and plants.

Here, there are also majestic ancient city pools, and misty fairy mountains. There are many living creatures, mortals or monks, showing the prosperous scene.

"Peace and prosperity."

Ye Chen smile, went to a lot of corners, no smoke of war, no bloody war, the weather is peaceful.

However, if you enter the starry sky again, you will see the war, which will make him laugh. If there is someone, there will be disputes, or interests or desires, and you will cheat on me.

Ye Chen did not pay too much attention to it. He continued to walk. As a tourist, he did not leave any trace on the place he passed. The universe and the people here will not change a little because of him.

I don't know when he stops.

Now, it is a continent. There is a towering mountain. On the top of the mountain, there is an old man with white hair. Looking around the mountain, there are many people sitting in awe. The look of the old man with white hair is just like seeing a God.

"What is Tao?"

"Tao is everything, and Tao is everything.""Everything in the world can be Tao."

The old man has a kind face and a vague language. Every word is full of Tao and truth. All the people listening to it are immersed in it.

Ye Chen smiles and listens.

This mountain is supposed to be the Taoist temple of the old man. The people below should be disciples. As an elder, he is preaching to the younger generation.

There is no denying that the old man's understanding of the Tao is still very high. Even after listening to many words, he was greatly inspired. It should be the great power of the universe, ranking at the top of the world. He has such an understanding, at least the great emperor.

Facts have proved that his conjecture is true. Although the old man with white hair has restrained his authority, there is a certain kind of Tao Yun that can not be concealed. At his level, it is far more true to see Tao Yun than to see cultivation.

Unfortunately, this old man is in his old age, showing the meaning of decline. Daogen is already in decay. If he has no chance to advance, he will become dust.

"Only one supreme."

Ye Chen raised his eyes slightly. He could see the so-called brand of emperor's way through nothingness. There were countless brands of emperor's way, but only the old had the strongest brand of emperor's way.

This situation is quite similar to those of the previous days. The old emperors were either buried or left. With the change of time, the brand suppression gradually weakened, but it would never disappear. Only the brand of the new emperor was the strongest.

When he looked at it, the old man with white hair had got up and preached for three days. The curtain came to an end at last. Maybe he was tired. He gently waved his hand and turned away.

At the bottom, the hearer is still in the middle of his mind. Many people suddenly realize, and more people frown slightly. There should be a lot of confusion and need to continue to understand.

Ye Chen raised his feet to keep up with the old man. The Supreme Master of the universe is really old to the extreme. The origin is declining and Shouyuan is exhausted. I don't know how long he has lived. From his old back, you can see the traces of vicissitudes of life.

Ye Chen follows silently, the time is coming, the world may not know that he will send off for the supreme.

The old man did not know that he was following him. He took an old step, and gradually walked away. Sometimes he stopped in the misty sky and settled down in the mountains. At a glance, he was a long time. In addition to remembering, he was in the vicissitudes of life.

Ye Chen watched silently.

He felt the old man's state of mind. In his later years, Shou yuan will die. The road and place he has taken may have been the same. He wants to have a look before he dies.

This situation is very similar to his old days, when the deadline was approaching, and he could not find the way to prove the truth. He always walked alone in the dead of night to remember his extraordinary life.

The old man with white hair is gone again.

Ye Tiandi followed.

When they reappeared, they were in a mountain forest without human shadow. They were quiet and quiet, and there was no disturbance in the world.

In the depth of the mountain forest is an old grave, the side of the tombstone is luxuriant with luxuriant grass, and the characters engraved on it are mottled and indistinct.

"Xuezun, I've come to see you."

The old man, smiling and hoarse, took a pot of muddy wine and sprinkled it under the tombstone.

From his eyes, can not see hate and anger, more is nostalgia and vicissitudes, sometimes trance.

Ye Chen didn't say anything. He just watched quietly. He didn't know who xuezun was. Most of them were the old man's opponents or enemies. He was buried in the loess. He would not have thought that after endless years, there would be an old supreme man coming to worship him.

"In those days, you were so wonderful."

"If you're amazing, you can't escape the vastness of heaven and earth."

"I'm old, too."

One word after another, the old man did not know whether he was talking to himself, or to his former opponent. After a lifetime of fighting, he was just a pile of loess.

The old man said that for three days.

He reappeared, is a peach blossom forest, paid homage to the opponent, also came to worship the beauty of the past, old eyes, filled with muddy tears.

Along the way, the old Supreme Master became confused and lost.

When I look around, I can't see half of the people in those years. I've lived a long life, and I've been so lonely.

Ye Chen also understands this state of mind.

The old man went on the road again, walking and stopping, crossing the mountains and rivers, and passing the plain plain of Cangyuan.

Time is like a knife to cut off the pride of heaven.

Ye Chen follows, all the way in feeling, the old man's body, the reflection is a touch of sunset twilight, how supreme, also difficult to resist the erosion of the years.

"Hometown."

The old man's voice was hoarse, and he stepped into a small town. There were no friars. They were all mortals.

The world is lively.

When you enter the small town, you will be shouting and selling. People on the street are bustling and bustling. However, in the eyes of the elderly, things have changed.

The old man stopped again, set the table, put on the divination clothes, and hung the white cloth with the eight trigrams engraved on it. He was no longer the supreme one, but an ordinary fortune teller.

This is his old line.

If it had not been for the time when he stepped into the path of cultivating immortals, it would have been a flying ash in history. No one would remember him, let alone the myth and legend.

Ye Chen is sitting on his side.

Fortune telling, he has also done, in the past hundred years, but also in the world of the world, look at the life of all kinds.This time, he left.

The old one should have found a home and return to his hometown.

He is still the tourist.

Like the old man, he also walked and stopped, still did not know where this was. He only knew that the universe was more extraordinary than he had imagined, and it was so vast and boundless that in his opinion, it was bigger than the sky.

He went far enough.

The so-called time, for him, seems to have no concept, only to see flowers fade and bloom, year after year, spent in the mood.

Once upon a time, he stopped at the top of the mountain and looked up quietly. The light of his eyes was very deep.

Under his peep, the universe is in decline, and its origin is gradually disappearing. Originally, it is luxuriant flowers, plants and trees, but also withered bit by bit, with majestic aura and more depression.

After a long time, he lifted his feet into the starry sky. As he saw, every ancient star full of life, like flowers and grasses, was gradually declining. It was a bright star halo, which was quite dim.

"The end of the era?"

Ye Chen whispers in his heart, but he gently shakes his head. He doesn't see the way of heaven, which is not the end of the world, but the spiritual power of the universe is being eliminated.

Maybe a hundred years later, the aura of heaven and earth will be exhausted, the so-called friars will only exist in the legend, and the universe may be completely destroyed with the vicissitudes of time.

Boom!

Suddenly, the roar caused him to look up again. He could see the dim lightning and thunder, the space crack tearing, and the black hole whirlpool suddenly appeared, swallowing the star sand.

The whole universe can not be covered by a single hand!

He could only see the hand covering the sky, but he didn't know whose it was. He only knew that the hand represented destruction. Before it really fell, he saw the stars collapse and the stars burst out.

Boom! Boom!

The starry sky is not calm, in the destruction, has become a place of death, a piece of continent, disintegrated, blown up the rubble, are crushed to ashes.

Ye Chen frowned, looking at the four sides, although far away, but can see the look of life.

The confusion of ordinary people, the fear of immortals, and the fright of the strong are incisively and vividly deduced.

"What is the sin of human beings?"

The sound of hoarseness, vicissitudes and hoarseness, rang all over the universe, full of resentment and hatred.

From afar, we can see that it is the old man who will die. He is the only supreme one in this universe. He has already burst out of the mortal Town, and has become illusory.

He has not been seen for several years, but he is even more old. At least in Ye Chen's eyes, he has not been able to live for a few days. He is clearly the supreme one, but his whole body is dead, and his turbid old eyes can no longer see the light of Qingming. For example, half of his body has been buried in the earth.

"What is the sin of human beings?"

Laozhizun roars, is from the soul of the roar, glaring at Cang Miao, angry at the big hand covering the sky.

At that moment, he faded from his old state and returned to his youth. It was time for him to sacrifice the only remaining Shou yuan in exchange for the last sublimation.

His vicissitudes of life are magnificent, such as a monument. From him, ye Chen sees legends and myths, as well as a road paved with blood and bones, which is the portrayal of the emperor's struggle for supremacy. In the last battle of his life, ye Chen perfectly deduces them.

Unfortunately, even though he was sublimated to the utmost, he was still not enough to see. In the hands of the destruction covering the sky, he disappeared in an instant.

"What is the sin of human beings?"

Ye Chen is also asking, full of sad eyes, such a prosperous world, so good mountains and rivers, are that merciless big hand, obliterate into nothingness.

The universe turns into dust.

Ye Chen is a witness, witnessed its prosperity, also witnessed its destruction, pieces, by that big hand, refined into the palm, refined into a golden ancient characters.

It's a word for Tao.

Although the word "Dao" is bright, it can fall in Ye Chen's eyes, but it is scarlet.

Only because, it is full of the blood of all living beings.