Chapter 3298

The heavens.

Yu Xian's body was dead, and the famine was over, and the invasion of Outland came to an end.

This universe, finally return to calm, but haze cage twilight.

The way of heaven is merciless, buried a generation of supreme, this burning hope, buried in glory.

The starry sky is dead.

This, should be a catastrophe, because a magic pillar came down, will be the Three Kingdoms smashed in ruins.

Fortunately, there were no major casualties.

All the emperors in the three realms were silent, looking at the direction of the ancient flood and wasteland.

I don't know when, the emperors just closed their eyes, rushed to all sides, continued to guard.

"Ye Chen."

Women's whispers are like fairy sounds of dreams.

But Nanming jade gargle, they all look at the dim and dim in silence. Every time there is a catastrophe in the sky, there must be that figure, like an immortal monument, standing on the top of the highest peak. With his flesh and blood, he supports the most brilliant light. He is Ye Chen, the tenth emperor of the great Chu, and also the belief of all living beings.

This time, however, he was absent.

So far, they do not know where ye Chen is and when he will return.

"He is not absent."

Donghuang female emperor light Nan, can feel the dream Road, can feel Ye Chen to come.

It was him who killed the devil and the emperor.

This night, the sky is silent, all people are silent, restless, like a little ape emperor, also standing on the mountain top, carrying a broken iron bar, quietly looking at the stars, but also in silence for the lives of the world.

"Grandfather, is there any hope in the world?"

I do not know when, a timid voice, ring through the world, as if all living beings can hear.

"Yes."

This word, is the voice of all people, no one questioned, is obsession, but also faith.

In ancient times, the sky is still so dark.

Such as the sky, here is also covered with haze, cage of the eyes of the emperor, are dim.

On the top of the mountain, two clouds are suspended.

The empress and zizitian lie on it, their bodies stained with blood and their cheeks pale.

God is also there, the state is not much better.

Yuxian's way of heaven is merciless, which refers to the rules, and the cross time and space killing.

It's the way of heaven to attack her.

However, it is the way of heaven in the future, or the executor of it.

However, he was not able to save Yu Xian.

A cross space and time killing not only severely damaged him, but also destroyed a supreme emperor who was about to become a desolate emperor.

It's not long before the empress wakes up.

Her silence makes time seem like a fixed frame, repressing the universe into eternity.

"Whether it can be revived."

The resurrection in the mouth refers to the resurrection of Yuxian.

"I don't know."

The female emperor whispered, one step across the void, into the ancient vanity, to the unknown.

Try it anyway.

Not long after she left, she woke up from the sky, with a cool look and no one's feelings.

She also went down to the top of the mountain, to the direction of the altar.

A generation of saints smile, look at her eyes, full of abuse, do not know what kind of moral.

I have seen it for a long time, but I am speechless.

This universe, extremely complex, is more extraordinary than she imagined, such as the way of heaven.

"How about a deal."

A generation of saints and demons were smiling and preaching, and their words were full of magic power. They wanted to make trouble in heaven.

From the sky do not speak, indifferent eyes, without a ripple.

"Let me go, and I will tell you the gate of eternity." A generation of demons laugh at themselves.

"I will find it."

Although I don't like speech very much, it doesn't mean that the brain is abnormal.

Let you go? I'm afraid it's faster to die.

I have seen through the truth of life and death, but I don't want to go to the netherworld yet.

I don't know which day, the empress returns.

All the emperors looked at her with sincere longing.

The beautiful shadow of the empress dyed with blood is staggering. No matter how red the blood is, it can't cover the pallor of her cheek.

Lost, she lost.

I do not know is lost to the merciless way of heaven, or to the strange unknown.

No matter which one she lost, she failed to recapture Yu Xian.

The peerless female supreme who was once granted the title of Emperor Huang in a flash has become the dust of history. Even in the irregular and unknown field, it can't be revived. Maybe it's a certain number.

Silent all the way, she leans wearily under the old tree.

For the first time in two eras, she felt so tired that she wanted to find a shoulder to lean on.

The emperor is also a man, and the empress has no choice.

She is full of holes, carrying a lot of scars, it is difficult to hold up that piece of sky.

"Ye Chen."

She whispered the name, dim eyes, flashing blurred light.A word Ye Chen, I do not know is Chu Xuan Chu Ling is calling, or her heavenly court empress is calling.

I would like that person to come back, for the world, to turn the tide.

Hazy, as if there is such a warm hand, for her scattered strands of hair, gently stroking her cheek, like a warm husband, in comfort of his wife.

It's Ye Chen.

No one knows whether he is touching the soul of Chu Xuan or the goddess of heaven, no matter which one is, is enough to make him feel heavy.

"Where are you?"

The empress whispered softly and did not move, but she could feel Ye Chen.

"The end of time."

Ye Chen opens his mouth, I don't know whether to answer the question or to talk to himself.

Yes, it's the end of time.

His way home, too long, too far, covered with dust years, across the vicissitudes of life.

When did the empress go to sleep.

Dream is not scattered, ye Chen quietly watching, the eternal moment, can't help but heartache.

The empress also had his mood.

Who knows which spring and autumn, winter and summer, the empress also looked at him like this, looking at the tired tenth emperor of the great Chu, carrying the mission, all the way forward, only in the dead of night, curled up under the old tree, quietly sleeping, waiting to open her eyes, she would drag her tired body and continue to support that piece of light.

At the end of the day, they are a group of people.

In the last era, she was the protagonist, bu Wangu Tianju, just to kill heaven.

In this era, he is the protagonist, taking the road against the sky, just to protect the people.

He is tired, so is she.

Now, she first fell down, strong appearance, hiding a weak heart.

The dream is over.

When ye Chen wakes up, it is already a small universe.

This night, it snowed again.

That night, his head turned white.

On the top of the mountain, he stood still and looked up at the misty sky.

The starry sky here is as vast as the sky. Every star has its own story.

Suddenly, his mouth overflowed with blood.

He has wounds, which are hard to wear away, which cannot be restored through eternity and blood.

"Damn it."

There is a roar in the heaven devil kingdom. It is the emperor of the heaven and the devil.

Ye Chen has hurt, he also has. It doesn't matter if he is destroyed. What he eats back is the Emperor himself.

He is still the emperor, but there is a trace of regret.

It was he who underestimated the heavens and the supreme one of the holy bodies. He was unprepared to be killed.

But they won the battle.

If Yu Xian is buried, there is still no emperor in the sky. Once a war starts, all living ants will be defeated.

On the ninth day, ye Chen closed his eyes and looked out of the universe.

Dark vanity, vast boundless, but in today, more than a touch of dazzling light.

It is the river of vanity, flowing again, passing through the small universe.

Ye Chen exhausted his eyesight and looked at it inch by inch to find out Zhao Yun's figure.

Unfortunately, it was not found.

He explored his hand, crossed the barrier of the universe, and swept across the boundless darkness. He raised a splash of water from the river of vanity. He wanted to know the origin and significance of this river.

He closed his hand and looked quietly.

Between the fingers, the water of illusion drips down gently, melting a wisp of mist, disappear.

He tried again, still.

He is the way of heaven in the small universe, any change, any foreign things, can not escape his detection.

But now, to eliminate the false water, he can not find its trace.

As if, it is really vain, will not leave any trace in the world.

"Above heaven."

Ye Chen's eyes are deep, and the water of illusion may still be there, but he can't detect it.

Dream again, on the tenth day.

This time, he dreamt of the end of the world and saw a dreamlike image.

She is the empress of Donghuang.

She is still in the sky, guarding her hometown, patrolling at night and stopping in silence when passing by the wilderness.

It was here that she preached against heaven.

This lonely starry sky has a sad memory. Her husband and child fought to protect her way.

Ye chenmeng, she can feel, dew a gentle smile.

Perhaps, she knew where ye Chen was, which was very similar to what happened to her at that time.

No one answered, what kind of tribulation she suffered to go home.

However, she firmly believes that ye Chen can dream back. What she can do, ye Chen can do the same.

This dream, a little short, should be a startling flash.

In other words, it is Ye Chen who takes the initiative to withdraw his dream. It is not that the time limit has come, but that something has happened to the small universe.

Boom! Boom!

At night, the small universe is covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and the universe is slightly chaotic.

Ye Chen frowns and peeps at the eight wastelands.He is the way of heaven here, and it is not for him to do so.

After looking around, he raised his eyes slightly.

This look, ton's eyes slightly squint, the most ethereal peak, more an illusory hand.

"Extermination?" Ye Chen frowned.

It was not the first time that he had seen that big hand. He had seen it when he was crossing the famine. He also saw it in the artistic conception of the word "Dao". It was that big hand that beat out the universe with the word "Dao" and refined it into the character of heaven.

Now, this big hand comes again, running to the small universe.

Obviously, it is going to destroy the world again, to destroy the small universe that gave birth to the way of heaven, so as to refine the character of heaven.

Hum!

The universe trembled, and the universe was not slightly chaotic, but completely chaotic. The sky and the earth were in a state of chaos. Mountains and collapsed, even the stars in the sky were broken one by one.

Ye Chen does not speak, and forcefully supports the rules.

In fact, the illusory hand is far away from this small universe.

And what he saw was only an illusion before the catastrophe.

However, the illusion will eventually become reality, and the unreal hand will also become the real hand.

"How strong."

Ye chennan Road, became the way of heaven, feeling quite real, the big hand has not fallen, the destruction has come first.

In a flash, he opened the eternal blood.

In a flash, he blessed countless prohibitions to resist the big hand.

This is his second time to face the immortal realm.

That big hand comes from eternity. I don't know why I want to destroy the world, and I don't know why I want to refine the word of heaven.

He only knew that if he wanted to live, he had to work hard.