Under the doomsday, Ye Chen took heavy steps and moved forward with difficulty.

His back is lonely and bleak, covered with the dust of time.

His path is paved with blood and bones, and he will go step by step, defiance of the sky, and carve his body and Tao into eternity.

"Three years, I have three years left." His voice was hoarse, his smile was full of longing for the years.

In three years, he would marry, have children, and play in the world, no matter the troubles of this world.

A colorful fairy light suddenly appeared in front of him, and a colorful sword emerged from the sky. When you look closely, it was the Zhuxian Sword.

The legendary Sword of Heaven, at this moment, was slashing out a fairy river and slashed towards the weak Ye Chen.

"Zhuxian Sword." Ye Chen's eyes were cold, and he stepped forward, but his body staggered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Everything was in a flash, and the holy body could not react in time.

He was hit on the spot and flew out. Blood splattered and blood bones flew across the dark starry sky, very dazzling.

As he flew backward, his holy body trembled, and the six paths of the world separated, one left and one right, attacking the Zhuxian Sword.

The Zhuxian Sword smiled coldly, cold and unscrupulous, like an immortal light, tearing the starry sky through nothingness and instantly fleeing into it.

The six worlds cross the long river of time, and they are still on the left and right, regardless of order, and they are all chased in at the same time.

The Zhuxian Sword came and went quickly, just to kill Ye Chen, just like he sneaked into the Holy Body Chen Zhan forever.

The starry sky left one after another and fell into silence.

Ye Chen fell into the starry sky, like falling flowers, swaying.

At this moment, he is no longer the peak of the quasi-emperor, nor is he the great saint who dominates the world, but just a humble realm of heaven.

His eyes were dim to the point of being dull, his hair was white, and his life fire was almost annihilated.

He became old again, exhausted to leave the world.

The Zhuxian Sword sneak attack directly cut off his life. His so-called three years were just a beautiful luxury.

In the hazy state, he seemed to see a peerless woman wearing a wedding dress, dancing gracefully, looking back at him and smiling.

This time, he saw clearly and clearly that face.

This time, he saw clearly where this so-called three-year life span came from: she walked up to the altar in her wedding dress and lay beside him, tender as water, full of tears.
Chapter completed!