Donghuang Taixin sighed, and the lotus steps leaped into nothingness. Under his hand, he put Ye Chen in his long sleeves.

The goddess of Kunlun used her great powers to step out of the Great Chu.

After her, many people in Tianxuan Gate ascended to the sky in one step.

Without exception, they were all quasi-emperors, and the Nine Emperors were among them, but they did not bring the weapons of the Great Dao Emperor, and they did not go to fight.

"I don't know if it's right or wrong to tell him about this." Yuehuang whispered, "Naihe Bridge is a road to the underworld."

"At least, there will be no regrets." Yan Huang said.

"Should we call Hongchen and Liudao over?" said the King of War, "If you use strong people, you may not lose."

"Don't underestimate the city without tears." Emperor Chu said lightly.

The emperors did not speak, it was obvious that the world and the six realms could not be let go. Even if they were let go, they would not necessarily be able to tearless city.

Everything depends on Ye Chen himself, and Da Chu cannot intervene.

The vast starry sky, the city without tears floating, and the fairy light overflows.

On the Naihe Bridge, the quasi-emperor who sells wine was still taking old steps, and the pressure in the dark bent his waist.

As strong as a quasi-emperor, he also struggled to walk, and his old body kept cracking.

There were not only him on the Naihe Bridge, but more than a dozen figures, including young, middle-aged, and old, with tears in their eyes.

They are like quasi-emperors selling wine. In the city without tears, there are also their lovers, who are obsessed with countless days and nights.

Even though I knew this was a dead end, I still went on one after another.

The breeze blew, and three or five figures turned into ashes.

Afterwards, people kept falling down. Before they could reach the end of the bridge, they turned into historical dust and passed away with the wind.

On the Naihe Bridge, there was only the old quasi-emperor who sold wine.

His back was bleak and lonely, and he was so old that he was dissatisfied.

He was close enough to the head of Naihe Bridge, but his pace became heavier and his legs trembled, and he was about to kneel down.

After all, he fell down and never got up again.

As life and death die, those turbid old eyes were covered with ancient tenderness, and death was calling.

The crystal tears blurred his eyes. In the trance, a beautiful shadow could be seen dancing gracefully under the moon.

The quasi-emperor was also infatuated, but he was unable to cross the Naihe Bridge in the end.

Sighing everywhere, with deep sadness, the gorgeous Naihe Bridge buried too many dead souls, and they were all regretful before leaving.

From beginning to end, no woman walked out of the city without tears.

"Why are you doing this?" Xiao Jiuxian was so angry that he cursed and hid behind Kui Niu.

"My aunt, please keep your mouth shut." The little monkey emperor covered Xiao Jiuxian's mouth, "What's the city fierce?"

"I'm so angry." Xiao Jiuxian bulged his mouth, "It's obvious that he has a lover, but it just makes people separate the yin and yang."

Her words hit the nail on the head and resonated with everyone.

If lovers in the world finally get married, isn’t this a good ending?

But the city without tears must separate the sentient beings.

Why doesn’t it do human affairs in a beautiful city? What about returning to the immortal city on earth? This is really a great irony.

For a moment, the spectators cursed Wulei City thousands of times.

"Then... are those of the nine peerless ruthless men from Da Chu?" Someone was surprised and looked at one side, causing all the gazes.

The starry sky was filled with divine rainbows, and the Nine Emperors of Great Chu were among them, and their honor had already spread throughout the heavens.

"It's really them, there are also the Sword God of Heaven and the Dan Zun."

"Which race is going to be in this team?" Too many people were trembling when they recalled the past.

"Is it necessary to beat Wulei City?" Someone said something, which made everyone's eyes lit up instantly.

The Nine Emperors of Great Chu were all very fierce. Once they were angry, they even killed Lingshan Mountain, and they were absolutely powerful and domineering.

The City of Tears is ancient and powerful, and a quasi-emperor was killed instantly, terrifyingly, and it is as close as the penalty area.

If these two sides fight, the heavens will be really lively.

"That's the Nine Emperors of Great Chu?" The ancestors of the later unsealed clans, such as the ancient dragon clan, the barbarian clan, the Xuanwu clan, and the Kuiniu clan, were all hidden in the dark and looked over there.

"The peak of the Nine Masters, this battle is amazing!"

"No wonder the four major races were fucked so hard that they couldn't raise their heads."

"Until now, I haven't understood what the hell is there, so where is the Great Chu?" The ancestor of the dragon clan stroked his beard, his eyes full of confusion.

Amid the discussion, the Nine Emperors of Great Chu, Donghuang Taixin and others had already fallen, and there were twenty quasi-emperors who were under the pressure of the starry sky.

"No tears, long time no see." Donghuang Taixin whispered, standing in the starry sky, her divine posture was graceful, looking at the city without tears.

"Long time no see." In Wulei City, words finally came out. A word was misty, as if the sound of nature descending from the sky. It was very beautiful, but it was with supreme indifference.

"Can you ask Wulei to ask for someone? It is considered a favor from the Great Chu?" The Sword God of the Heavens also spoke, and his words were plain.

"With tears... is ruthless, like your sword... not the way." Wuxi's words spread throughout the heavens in all realms.

"What a cry without tears." The tender words suddenly sounded, and were conveyed from Donghuang Taixin. To be more precise, they should be conveyed from her sleeve, and Ye Chen was talking.

He came out and looked at the city without tears, without joy or sorrow.

His appearance made the monks from all directions stunned.

It’s just because Ye Chen’s two or three years old looks pink and fleshy, she is really cute, and she has a big tone.

"Will I take her away if I cross the Naihe Bridge?" Ye Chen ignored all directions, staring at the City without tears, his words were plain and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Natural." There is no tears, and there is no joy or sorrow.

"Speak...keep your word." Ye Chen was the thunderous and decisive master, stepping on the starry sky and climbing to the Naihe Bridge.

"Who is that little guy?" Seeing Ye Chen boarding the Naihe Bridge, Bafang was stunned and unexpectedly, Ye Chen ran up too.

"The quasi-emperor has knelt down, and there is a heavenly realm, what are you doing?"

"It is undeniable that he is still very cute."

"I calculated with my fingers that he was not here to look for his wife, but to look for his mother." Someone said meaningfully.

"It looks a little familiar." Xiao Yuanhuang, Kui Niu and others touched their chins, "I always feel... it seems that I have seen it somewhere."

"I hope he can create a myth again." Jiuhuang and the others took a deep breath, with hope in their eyes.

Ye Chen stood at the bridge, closing his eyes slightly, calming his mind and condensing his energy.

After truly climbing the Naihe Bridge, I realized that this bridge is not simple, there is a pressure in the dark, as heavy as a mountain.

Moreover, he was sure that the more he walked to the opposite side, the stronger the pressure.

Opposite the bridgehead, a figure transformed out.

It was a woman, also covered with a veil, her body wrapped around her fairy glow, her hair was like water waves, and her strands were dyed with light. She had a pair of clear and beautiful eyes, indifferent and calm, and uninhabited emotions.

In the hazy, she was like a dream. Although she stood at the head of the Naihe Bridge, she looked like a distant dream, and was out of reach.

She is just a banished immortal, holy and flawless, and does not cause any dust.

Ye Chen opened his eyes and looked at the woman opposite him, his eyes filled with tears of warmth, which made his gaze confused.

It was her, she, without the need for Zhou Tian to evolve or ask, he could recognize her at a glance on the Naihe Bridge.

Three hundred years of wasted, three hundred years of vicissitudes, three hundred past and present lives, with the dust of time, he finally found her.

Ancient memories and past events all return at this moment.

Naihe Bridge, two bridgeheads, one on the other, he was looking at her, and she was also looking at him.

But more than a hundred feet, during this period, it seemed like the world was changing, looking at each other, and getting older in the world.

He was full of tears, her beautiful eyes were confused, and in her dream, she had seen him more than once, strange but very familiar.

"Chu Xuan, wait for me, your Ye Chen... is here to pick you up."

Ye Chen choked and his voice hoarsely. Two lines of tears flowed across his face, reflecting the stars, and even those tears carried vicissitudes.
Chapter completed!