"I wish you to advance against the will of heaven."

"I hope you will turn the tide again."

He seems to be able to hear the call of the people, and this is the connection of will.

Zheng...!

Suddenly, the piano sounds resounded and melodiously ancient.

No, it's not the sound of the piano.

It should be the sound of Tao, like a piano piece, or a fairy song, ethereal, beautiful, and beautiful. Every beating note is a mark.

Ye Chen looked sideways and looked at Xuwanghua.

The so-called Taoist sound comes from that flower. It should be Nirvana in the transformation. In the hazy vision, a beautiful figure can still be seen, dancing gracefully under the moon, but I hope that she will not be honored. I only know that her grace is not under the peak empress, and she is as beautiful as a dream.

After closing his eyes, he looked at Cangmiao.

The sound of the Tao is mysterious. He occasionally has sudden enlightenment, and can clearly see the Emperor's Sect and be within reach.

However, the Huangdi Sect is short.

Passing the tribulation means death, just because of the loss of that time and space.

He is eternal and can find another way, just like he created the Emperor Taoist Sect in the past.

However, the conditions do not allow it, and there is no time.

Compared to these, regaining time and space is more direct.

As long as time and space can return, he can establish himself as the Emperor of Desert.

Everything is ready, only those years are gone.

The sleeping little baby woke up again, yawned and stretched his waist.

Unlike before, this time it did not jump around in vain, but looked at its own belly.

The illusion flower lives, it knows.

Ye Chen is alive, and it also knows.

At this moment, he was looking at Xu Fei Hua and Ye Chen. In his big eyes, there was a confused light flashing.

The false flower does not speak, but only transforms quietly.

Ye Chen said nothing, looking at the little kid through the blank space.

I knew that there was a baby, and this should be his first time to face Xing like this.

The two of them had intertwined eyes, not knowing whether it was time and space, reincarnation, illusion, unknown, or eternity, it seemed that they could see a story with blood and tears from each other's eyes.

But there was a period that was overlapping.

He is the commander of the people, but it is the commander of humanity. The paths they take may be different, but the meaning of existence is the same: everyone is waiting for them to go back.

The little kid scratched his head, staggered his eyes, and jumped away. The memory was clear and fresh, and it was a new beginning. Everything he saw was novel.

Look at Ye Chen, there are strange changes.

He is transforming into destruction, and the body of the Holy Blood Emperor is dying inch by inch, or to be more precise, he is blending into unknown inch, turning into blank inch, and not digesting it inch, but he is voluntarily transforming into destruction, just like in the small universe, he voluntarily planted the world.

He found a way.

This method is still a gambling life, which needs to be unknown, and needs to be changed into a blank space, and needs to be integrated with the baby in order to separate that period of time and space.

If you win the bet, your merit will be fulfilled.

If you lose the bet, your soul will be lost in nine days.

For more than a dozen moments, he only had a head left, and the flying white hair became unknown, assimilated into blank space, and the last remaining eyes were engraved with an immortal obsession.

He disappeared and became one with the little kid.

The little kid who was jumping and fell asleep again because of his assimilation.

In the deep sleep, its small eyebrows were frowning, sometimes with low roars, showing a full sense of pain. The most eye-catching thing was the word "stern" between the eyebrows, which flashed with light, wiped away memories, and tried its best to seal it.

"What a great courage."
Chapter completed!