Boom! Boom! Boom!

The buzzing of the heavens is still continuing, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, just like a person's heart beating. Every time there is a roar, the mind of the world will tremble.

"When this happens every few days, how can the sound come from?"

"God knows, maybe it's the devil who is causing trouble again."

"I always feel like a disaster is coming."

Under the sky, there are many whispering sounds, and too many people's eyes are filled with haze when they look at nothing. Most of the time, the premonition of monks's feelings is fulfilled.

I don't know when the rumbling sound disappeared.

Ye Chen closed his eyes, his eyes were bright and dark, and the same was true for the sword master beside him. Although his combat power was not as strong as Ye Chen, he could sense it but was not weaker than Ye Chen.

"Send me into the black hole." Jian Zun said.

"It's not a good place inside." Ye Chen smiled.

"I realized the Tao in loneliness and wanted to obtain the original intention." Jian Zun smiled slightly, his eyes were in the ancient well without waves. The so-called original intention is also the Taoist heart, which means that his supreme sword Tao is accumulated in the boundless darkness.

Ye Chen didn't say more, and gently placed his palm on the shoulder of the sword master, imposing the Great Reincarnation Heavenly Way.

When they appeared again, the two were already in the black hole.

"If you have free time, please help find a living demon," Ye Chen coughed dryly, "You are of great use, don't cut it into ashes with one sword."

When the Sword Master heard this, he realized why Ye Chen looked at him before, why was it so strange? His sword didn't matter. Ye Chen was embarrassed. He finally found a lively demon who jumped around and was slashed into the gate of hell by his sword. It was so difficult to find it again.

Without saying a word, Jian Zun turned around silently, gradually moving away, heading straight to the depths of the darkness. His back was bleak and vicissitudes, with a unique loneliness and arrogance.

Ye Chen took a deep breath and watched him leave. He should have understood that the old senior who practiced swordsmanship had seen through the world and wanted to realize the truth in loneliness.

In the era of the Emperor's Dao incident, the Emperor's Dao was suppressed at the extreme and the speed was getting faster and faster. Anyone could become an emperor, and the Sword Master was no exception. If one of them was not done well, he might be able to truly attain enlightenment in loneliness.

It was not until the sword master's back disappeared into the darkness that Ye Chen turned around and suppressed the urge to Explode the Sword Master. It was Mo Qin who was in the disaster and sold his paintings all over the heavens.

Once again, he transformed into a clone.

This trip is March again.

In March, the starry sky in the sky is much calmer than before, and I have never found the prehistoric tribe again, but the rumbling sound sounds every now and then, making more and more noises. It is like the death knell coming from hell, trembling people's hearts, and too many people are awakened in their dreams.

"It's another sign of catastrophe."

At the top of the Tianxu Forbidden Zone, the King of Heaven looked up at Cangmiao quietly, and the worry could not be hidden in his eyes.

"It should be able to catch up."

The King of Huangquan said leisurely, and there was also worry in his eyes, but there was a hint of firmness than the King of Tianxu.

Why!

Other kings sighed, and the worries and firmness were engraved with fatigue. They had witnessed countless changes of the world, but they were also worn out by the years.

Deep in the black hole, Ye Chen calmed down and looked into the distance.

There was a sea of ​​blood, and the blood-colored clouds were hazy. Sometimes, you could hear the wailing of evil ghosts. Even Ye Chen was in a state of mind, and there were too many evil thoughts and evil thoughts inside, which had already breeded evil spirits.

A sea of ​​golden immortals emerged under Ye Chen's feet, swallowing the sky and the earth, flooding the sea of ​​blood. The evil spirits inside were like evil ghosts wailing, but they could not escape his destruction. That should be a kind of relief.

The sea of ​​blood was swallowed, and the small purple gold gourd flew out again, sucking a trace of the imperial aggregate, because the sea of ​​blood was once a battlefield, and there was also an imperial participation in the war.

Ye Chen saw too many things along the way, like this battlefield.

It is not difficult to imagine that in ancient times, the battle between the Heavenly Court and the First Holy Body and the Demon was affected by the vast scope. The attacks of the Emperor Dao were mostly not only the Great Dao Taishangtian, but also the space black hole. This is why there are broken imperial weapons in the black hole.

Unfortunately, I walked around for several months and never saw the broken imperial army again.

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bs is another endless journey.

The back of the sword master is lonely, and Ye Chen's back is also like a ghost, wandering in the boundless darkness, continuing to look for the living demon.

He had gone far enough, not sure whether the darkness he was in had ever been here. When he set out to find the heavens, he spent a hundred years in a black hole. Those years did not know what light was.

I don't know what day he came out of the black hole.

In the distance, the galaxy is wandering, the sea of ​​stars surging, and the brilliant starry light seems to carry distant stories, illuminating the vast starry sky and reflecting the vicissitudes.

It was the mysterious starry sea, wrapped in a holy land of monks.

Ye Chen sacrificed the Domain Gate again and crossed the Star Sea.

When he falls again, he is already the mysterious northern mountain.

The mysterious desert at night is quiet and peaceful, and ancient cities are like pearls embedded in the earth, and the clouds and mists vaguely vaguely the vastness that should be.

No one knows that the Holy Body has come to Xuanhuang, and all the monks gather in the place where they talk about the legend of the Holy Body.

Ye Chen crossed the ancient star and crossed a Xiong River that crisscrossed the east and west before stopping in front of a mountain. Inside it, there was a space boundary, the space boundary of the Jiuli tribe, which is the hometown of the Beisheng.

Buzz!

With a buzzing sound, a light door that holds the sky up.

Ye Chen raised his foot and stepped in one step.

Since Xuanhuang came, there was no reason why Jiuli clan did not come. It was the princess of this clan who sacrificed herself and washed away all his demonic obstacles with the power of purifying the world.

It was still the steep mountain, and Ye Chen fell down gently.

When you see, you will see a tomb, which is also the tomb of the Northern Saint. Her name Jiuli Muxue is engraved on the short tombstone.

This was the first time he saw the name of the Northern Saint. In just four words, it was so dazzling that he was so stunning that he was dazed. In the hazy, he seemed to see the woman in white again, holy and flawless, like a fairy in a dream.

"Here you come."

Behind him, a hoarse word sounded, and a figure had already transformed. He was the Holy Lord of the Nine Clans, and the father of the Northern Saint. He was in his prime, but his hair was gray, his back was slightly hunched, and his eyes were filled with sorrow.

Ye Chen stood still and bowed down. It was a gift from his younger generation and a gift of guilt. It was his daughter who saved him with his life. He owed the Northern Saint and the father, and the white-haired man gave the black-haired man. Over the years, the father who had no daughter should have lived a miserable life.

"You don't need to blame yourself if she chose it."

The Lord of Nine Li smiled far-fetchedly and went to the North Holy Sepulchre again to brush the dust of time for his daughter.

Under the moon, there are petals flying, reflecting the starry moonlight, colorful and colorful, falling on the grave, with flowers everywhere, like a woman's fragrance.

The breeze blew gently, and a woman's phantom appeared in a panic. She looked back and smiled at Ye Chen. Her charm was the world.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly and his eyebrows were slightly frowned.

"You are not mistaken, it's my Xueer."

The Lord of Nine Li smiled.

"She is still there?" Ye Chen asked hurriedly.

"Living in the hearts of my Jiuli people." The Saint Lord Jiuli sat down and raised the wine pot. "You must have heard of the power of worship. It is because of our worship and the immortal methods that the shadow gathered."

Ye Chen said nothing, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes.

He has heard of the power of offering, which is a mysterious power, invisible and formless, but it truly exists, like Taoist temples, Buddhist temples, and temples. There are many people worshiping, similar to incense, and similar to Buddhist thought power. It gathers invisibly, and often becomes a spirit.

“It is hope that there is a sense of flexibility.”

Ye Chen's eyes were like torches, and the eyes of the Lord Jiuli were filled with infinite hope.

"In the history of our clan, there is no precedent for those who are resurrected by this method. From beginning to end, they are just a phantom." The Lord of Nine Li shook his head helplessly.

"My younger generation firmly believe that she can be resurrected."

Ye Chen left a message, turned around with a loss, stepped out of the Jiuli tribe, and headed straight for the Huangquan penalty area.
Chapter completed!