It was late at night, Ye Chen landed in an ancient city and rented a small garden for a thousand Yuanshi.

Only then did he release the world, and the Demon King and others were released.

The world is still dull, with empty eyes, sitting there motionless, like a stone statue, as if indifferent to everything in this world, even more silent than death.

Ye Chen looked quietly, without looking sideways, and was extremely sure that the Hongchen was a quasi-saint, without the Six Paths of Immortal Eyes, without the special bloodlines, just an ordinary cultivator who could not be more ordinary.

Suddenly, he opened his fairy eyes and stared at the sea of ​​gods in Hongchen. But what made his eyes narrowed was that the sea of ​​gods in Hongchen was actually in chaos, and even his fairy eyes could not see through it.

In addition to these, he could also perceive a mysterious force hidden in Hongchen's body, which was sometimes there and sometimes there, and was so ethereal that it was irresistible that it made his fearful heart tremble.

"It's not Shen Xuanfeng, it should be Hongchen." The demon king was also looking at it, his eyes full of deep meaning.

"As both quasi-saints, his combat power is definitely not below Ye Chen." The Blood King pondered.

"The reason why the Son of Sun and Moon can take him down is that he did not resist. If he resists, he can suppress the Son of Sun and Moon with one palm." The Ghost King took a deep breath, "I can't see through him at all."

"Hongchen?" As the three of them pondered, Ye Chen had already bent down and called Hongchen tentatively, but Hongchen was indifferent and sat there blankly, like a dusty ice sculpture.

"Do you still remember Chu Ling'er and Chu Xuan'er?" Ye Chen did not give up, and his tone tried to slow down and calm, "Do you still remember your wife Chu Lingyu and your disciple Hongchenxue."

Now, Hongchen reacted. A trace of confusion flashed through his empty eyes, but he fell into dullness in an instant. No matter how Ye Chen called, he had no reaction at all.

Ye Chen frowned. The world of the world today is exactly the same as the world of the past. Even if it is reincarnation, it still cannot escape the backlash of time and space. His memory and wisdom are not tolerated by this world. He is really like an emotionless walking corpse wandering between heaven and earth.

Instead of calling again, he gave out a powerful seal and banned the world from the spot.

"What's going on with him?" The demon king who was unknown closed his eyes from Hongchen and looked at Ye Chen in confusion, "Can it be that something went wrong when reincarnation was reincarnation?"

"It can be said that." Ye Chen nodded slightly, but did not reveal the secret between him and Hongchen. Even if he said that, the Demon King and the others might not believe it, because this matter itself is unconventional.

"It's mysterious when it comes to reincarnation." The three of them frowned, all helpless.

"Don't talk about the world, talk about the reincarnation." Ye Chen said, and had already sacrificed the jade slips of Chengshan through his hand. "Each piece of jade slip is sealed with a memory fairy light. I need three seniors to help me find the reincarnation. If you see someone similar, you can crush the jade slips and test it."

"It's easy to say." The three of them were not artificial people, and each collected one-third of the jade slips.

"It will take a long time for the Great Chu to return. The three seniors must keep a low profile in their actions. At least, don't be too arrogant before the return of the Nine Emperors of Great Chu." Ye Chen continued.

"You talk about the Nine Emperors of Great Chu?" The three kings looked at Ye Chen with a frown, "They are still alive?"

"Living." Ye Chen smiled and told the ancient secret. "In the past, the Nine Emperors of Great Chu were not dead, but left the Great Chu and came to the Ten Thousand Realms of the Heavens. A hundred years ago, the Emperors, the Sword Gods of the Heavens and many powerful men went to Great Chu, and are on their way back."

"It's still alive, okay." The three kings cheered in unison, and a dazzling divine light burst into their excited eyes. "I lost to them in my previous life, and I will definitely fight with them in this life."

"This seems a bit difficult." Ye Chen coughed dryly.

"Why, don't you look down on us?"

"I'm afraid that the three of you will be beaten." Ye Chen clenched his ears.

"It's not certain who beats whom?" The three kings snorted coldly.

"The Nine Emperors of Great Chu, without exception, are all quasi-emperors...the peaks."

"Why don't we go and find the reincarnation!"

"Well, this is reliable."

"It's important to find a reincarnation." Ye Chen said, the three kings turned around and left. They were afraid of no signs, and they were still competing for high and low points. They were fighting for yarn! The peak realm of the quasi-emperor is only one step away from being the emperor. What an existence that is, it's so embarrassing to kill them with just one fart.

"I counted on my fingers and found that these were also three funny guys." Looking at the three kings who were running faster than rabbits, Ye Chen couldn't help but touch his chin meaningfully, which was very embarrassing.

In a blink of an eye, the Three Kings disappeared. They did not run slowly, and their posture was domineering.

Ye Chen closed his eyes and looked at Hongchen again.

The world is really like this world, which has gone against time and space, stepped on the cycle of reincarnation, and the devastated body and the memory of holes have long been buried in the cycle of time and space.

For some reason, looking at his future self, Ye Chen's heart was aching. The future Eight Desolates War God is now like a walking corpse. Is it a hero who is old or the years are too ruthless?

In the future, he should also watch his relatives, lovers, disciples, brothers, and ancestors die in the starry sky one by one, looking around, and he is the only one who fights alone.

He knew that kind of pain better than anyone else, and he could even see the sad scene: the white-haired God of War, carrying the blood debts of the people, embarked on a journey of changing direction against the will of heaven, and was only willing to fight for a future for the future, even if he lost the most precious memory.

The breeze gently blew, stirring the long hair of the world and Ye Chen's mood.

Ye Chen turned around and looked up at the vast starry sky quietly. He made up his mind to go to the Yaochi Holy Land. He might have run into Chu Lingyu. She is the disciple of the Sword God of Heaven, and she will probably go there too. If she is lucky, she might even see Zhong Xiao Hongchen Snow.

This is a love that spans time and space. Whether it is Chu Lingyu or Zhong Xiao Hongchen Xue, he will bring this hope to them, hoping that they can continue their relationship in the world.

At some point, Ye Chen suddenly turned around, clasped his head next to Hongchen, and quietly closed his eyes.

The night is still quiet.

The bright starlight continued to pour on the two of them.

Who would have thought that Ye Chen, who was in the quiet night, sat cross-legged in the same small garden, one was clear in consciousness and the other was confused, but their existence perfectly explained a pathetic road, walking against the sky, and getting old as they walked.

Time passes quietly, passing through dawn, and welcoming the quiet night again.

Under the moonlight, Hongchen's body trembled slightly, and the dazzling fairy light wrapped around his body.

Ye Chen was awakened and suddenly turned his head, but was shook his eyes by the fairy light on Hongchen. Even though his cultivation level was shook his eyes and his eyes were smeared, and the sea of ​​gods buzzed.

When he regained his vision, he saw a shocking scene. Hongchen, who was forbidden, got up and ignored the seal. He was bathed in the stars, dazzling.

What scares people is not these, but the cultivation of the world, who has advanced to the saint in an instant.

Ye Chen was indeed shocked. The quasi-saint went to the saint to survive the five decays of heaven and man, but Hongchen actually became a saint on the ground. The so-called five decays of heaven and man became a decoration for him.

Hongchen moved, raised his stiff steps, and walked out of the small garden in one step.

Seeing this, Ye Chen shrank and chased after him, stretched out his palm to grab Hongchen.

However, his speed was still slower. Before his palm could touch Hongchen's body, Hongchen had already escaped eight thousand feet. All he could touch was the afterimage of Hongchen.

Without thinking too much, he started to escape again, staring at Hongchen ahead with deep eyes. Hongchen escaped for a step, and he followed, for fear that he would lose the person if he was not careful.

The next scene was weird enough. Hongchen's body became sometimes illusory and sometimes solid. Every time he raised his foot, it was a simple step, but the distance he crossed was beyond the speed of Ye Chen, so that he was thrown far away after only three breaths.

In this way, the two of them, one in front and one behind, like fairy light and divine light, crossed the mountains and rivers, and crossed the valley and the land, adding two brilliant colors to the deep night sky.

It can be seen that Ye Chen's pride of speed was completely crushed by Hongchen. He chased him all the way, not only did he not get closer, but instead dragged farther and farther.

For three days, both of them did not stop and crossed nearly ten million miles of mountains and rivers. Even the majestic blood of Ye Chen's ancient holy body became sluggish in pursuit.

Seeing that the distance between the world and the world was still getting farther and farther away, Ye Chen's eyes turned bloody and he never felt that chasing people was so difficult. The world was so illusory. Although it was always in his eyes, it seemed to be farther than a dream and was out of reach.

It was not until the fourth night that Ye Chen, who was soaring, stopped slowly and gasped violently.

He stopped because he was tired, but there was no trace of the world ahead, and he disappeared as he chased him. He could no longer find his breath in the world, as if the world had evaporated.

Nonsense!

Ye Chen cursed inwardly, swallowed a handful of pills, searched and shouted, and his voice rolled up secret techniques, spreading endlessly throughout the world, and his spiritual consciousness spread infinitely.

After searching for it for another three days, I couldn't find it. Instead, I found a lot of reincarnations. He consciously sent out to find other reincarnations and developed in a scattered manner. It was the best thing.

A mountain appeared again ahead, and he walked in with exhausted steps.

Eh?

As soon as he walked in, his eyes lit up, but he did not find the world, but the reincarnation.

Looking away, it was a scholar carrying a book basket on his back, as if he was passing by this mountain on his way to Beijing for the exam. He was very diligent, holding an ancient book in his hand and never forgot to read it while walking.

The scholar was a little weak, even said that he was petite, and at first glance he looked like a woman, or he was a woman himself, a scholar dressed as a man.

"After reincarnation, you still like to dress up as a man?" Ye Chen smiled, with vicissitudes and complexity in his smile, as if he remembered an ancient past.

"Ye Chen, if there is a next life, you would like to make me love for a lifetime." Looking at the scholar, this sad words suddenly sounded in his ears. It was frozen in Dancheng two hundred years ago. It was a peerless woman. Her name was Ji Ningshuang. She was the last person to stand in front of him during the Anti-Demon War and the last woman to die in his arms.
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