Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 937: Section Hongchen

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In the early morning, heavy snow was still flying, covering the vast world with a layer of holy white clothes.

On the top of the mountain, Ye Chen and Chu Xuan'er got up and embarked on the vast land, all in white and white hair and white cloak, just like the snow.

I do n’t know when they appeared in an ancient city in Beichu.

Just stepped in, the noisy street suddenly became very quiet, everyone looked at them, the tea cup was stopped at the mouth, the open mouth forgot to close, the lifted footsteps were set in the air in.

The two waggled their white hair and walked past gently, both silently, and did not stop at all because of the tranquility of the ancient city.

Until they left for a long time, the ancient city remained silent and dead.

The heavens and the earth are still so quiet. Their arrival and departure leave no traces, as if they never appeared.

"I ... I read it right!" I don't know how long it took before someone opened his mouth, "Ye ... Ye Chen is still in Beichu?"

"80 ... 80% are."

"So blatant, just ... are you not afraid of being rounded up again?"

"Still saying that he will kill again."

The voice is small, like a thunderbolt, so that everyone in the ancient city trembles.

Kill it again?

Everyone is trembling, even though the past few days, but the **** picture is still engraved in their bones.

The demon **** of the world, one person, killed millions of cultivator, and returned to the earth of North Chu. The corpses ran across the wild and the blood ran into a river. Until today, the emptiness of the sky is still thick with blood mist. .

Ye Chen and Chu Xuan went on the road again, it did not stop at all, came gently, and walked away gently, just like the white snow that was left to the world, only the faint white shadow.

Of course, their appearance made Bei Chu panic.

Every time you reach an ancient city, there will be silence, and then the sound of boiling like the tide of the sea.

"Ye ... Ye Chen is here again?" The major families of the North Chu, after hearing this, turned pale instantly.

"Quick ... Quickly, strengthen and protect the mountains, everyone can't get out of the family." Soon, such voices sounded one after another. It was a terrible nightmare, and they dared not think about it again.

"What are you waiting for." In the Blood-Thirsty Palace hall, the Soul Eater glanced at the bloodthirsty Yan Luo. "This is the last chance."

"Hundreds of millions of cultivator have been killed and returned, and the troops are sent again, the ending is still the same." Bloodthirsty Yan Luo eyes red.

"A few million won't work, then 10 million, 10 million won't work, then 20 million." Soul Eater coldly said, "This person must die, or the blood spirit family is a lesson for me to wait."

"10 million, 20 million, really great courage." Bloodthirsty Yan Luo sneered, full of eyes looked at the Soul Eater bloodshot, "Even though there are so many cultivators in Beichu, will they listen to my orders? ? "

"In the final analysis, you are afraid." Soul Eater's voice became very dark.

"You are not the same yet." Bloodthirsty Yan Luo coldly said, "Instead of spending a lot of time talking about me, you might as well go to the Devil's Domain and the Underworld Mansion to punish Ye Chen. >

"Do you treat the descendants of the emperor as a decoration?" The Soul Eater's face is more gloomy, and there is a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Then what are you talking to me?" The bloodthirsty Yan Luo face suddenly became fierce. "Without the king's army, what can we do to destroy Ye Chen, and the blood that will be killed will flow into a river?"

"You ..."

In the vast world, Ye Chen and Chu Xuan are still moving forward slowly, like a couple, on a romantic trip.

All parties in Bei Chu are watching, but there is no movement at all, and even Blood-Thirsty Palace can't shrink, causing the people of Bei Chu to endure sighed.

This is the power of the king!

This is the power of the king!

Even though this is not the site of Heavenly Court, but others are here, and there is no slightest cover. In this way, the major forces of Northern Chu, even the terrified people, were afraid to even dare to come out.

The heaven Saint Lord, Megatron.

Afraid, they are indeed afraid. What was killed was the fear of the wind.

Under everyone's attention, the two white-backs walked out of the cultivator world and set foot on the mortal world.

The Nanzhao Royal Palace, a late old man, was wiping the snow on a tombstone with his sleeves. The trembling, old eyes were muddy, and the back in the snow was so rickety.

This person, if you take a closer look, isn't it Liu Qingquan, the monarch of Nanzhao?

Now, he is gray-haired, and there is still a monarch, like an old man who is about to settle down.

Grandpa, where's the mother?

Aside, Xiao Ruoxi's milky and milky gas is very well-behaved, and she is still using her small hands to constantly pick up the snow, she is still so innocent, ignorant and ignorant, and she knows nothing about the pain.

She went far away!

Liu Qingquan put the little girl in her arms, and her old, muddy eyes looked into the distance, her voice hoarse and vicissitudes.

There is no more pain in the world than a white-haired man giving a black-haired man, even if he is an emperor, in the eyes of cultivator, it is still a ant, guarding the poor Li Min, guarding the poor grave.

The breeze blew, with a piece of blizzard, Ye Chen slowly appeared.

Brother!

The little girl raised her pink face and looked at the suddenly appearing Ye Chen with big eyes.

Ye Chen smiled slightly, touched her little head, and looked at Liu Ruyan's grave.

He was like an ice sculpture in the heavy snow, standing there, motionless, letting snowflakes float all over his body.

My name is Liu Ruyan!

Suddenly, this sentence sounded again in his ear. His eyes were blurry, as if he could still see the beautiful shadow playing for her. Now she is inside, he is outside, and there is a gap between the Hongchen.

I will remember!

He caressed the tombstone gently, and the last word Liu Ruyan said to him was lingering in his mind. Those eyes that were always unwilling to close, with tenderness and pain, said goodbye to Hongchen.

The vicissitudes of his laughter, the mortal woman, the love of the world, ruined her, but it was his achievement.

"Shangxian, bring her!" Liu Qingquan came trembling with a Suqin in his hand.

"Sorry." Ye Chen took over Suqin, but his voice was hoarse.

"You rescued her once three years ago, and she returned your life three years later. This may be the cause and effect of the immortal population." Liu Qingquan turned around again and wiped the white snow on the tombstone with his sleeves as if they could never be wiped .

"I owe her." Dangtian Tianting Saint Lord, even bowed his hands and performed a big gift to a mortal.

Snowflake fluttered. He carried Suqin on his back and turned silently, holding a small hand in his hand. The little pink face, sometimes looked back at Liu Qingquan with white hair.

Liu Qingquan didn't turn around, but her turbid old eyes flickered with tears.

Three years ago, he was the head of a small family.

Three years, like a fantasy, the same thing is that he still lost his daughter.

Outside the palace, Chu Xuan'er also stood there like an ice sculpture, letting the snow fly.

For the second time in this kingdom, she met a mortal woman and taught her nine fairy tunes, but it left a sad marriage.

Ye Chen came out, carrying Suqin and holding Ruoxi.

Suddenly, her body shivered and looked at the innocent little girl, her beautiful water-like eyes flashed a little confused.

A little figure was added to their journey.

On the vast ground, three series of footprints were left, like the willows of that day, Ye Chen, and Xiao Ruoxi. When the sun went down, their backs were very warm, like a family of three.