Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 1087: Years of trouble

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Grand Chu, quiet and peaceful.

On the ground of Zhongtong, countless silhouettes stand, mostly old cultivator, with their own juniors.

They stood in front of the hero mound, took out the jug, and sprinkled with water.

And beside today ’s hero mound, there stands a huge and tall statue, which is a statue of Ye Chen. Every knife and every pattern is a ghost and awe-inspiring work, bringing him to life.

One hundred years!

Too many people expression vicissitudes, eyes blurred to see the statue of Ye Chen.

One hundred years, Ye Chen has gone for a hundred years.

Everyone's expressions are filled with nostalgia. Most of them are cultivator after reincarnation. After a hundred years of time, they have restored the previous repair to cultivation, and each has become a Old Ancestor.

Of course, even though it was a hundred years of lame years, they were still the unforgettable young man of the past, and it was him who won the vast light for this land, that is, he set foot on the loneliness for this land 'S journey.

"Mother, is that uncle?" Under the statue, a seven or eight-year-old boy looked up at Haotian Shiyu.

"He is the hero of the world." Hao Tian Shi Yu smiled, and there was still water mist in her beautiful eyes. She was reincarnated, but she didn't see her father and mother, Sister Shiyue and many people in Hao Tian's family. She is also a mother, and one of the Old Ancestors of Haotianjia and Zhujiancheng.

On her side, Chen Rongyun is also remembered by full of eyes. A century of time is like a flash of time. He has long since faded away from his former spirits and became one of the heroes. It is also one of the few powerful Grand Chu Alchemy Master.

Haotian Shixue and Rizhang also came, each holding a three- to five-year-old child, quietly looking at the statue of Ye Chen.

Yang Dingtian They came across the sky and landed in front of the hero mound.

Everyone did n’t speak, they were all looking up quietly at the statue of Ye Chen, tears filled their eyes in Huo Teng Shi Yan, Tang Ruxuan folded his hands together in prayer, Pang Dahai each took out the jug ...

The people of Yan Huang have arrived, and those from Panlong Sea have also arrived. Helong also includes Heilongdao, Dancheng, Beihai Family, Xuantian Family, Grand Chu, the Four Great Family, Nanchu Three Sects, Shangguan Family, Xiong Family, Situ The family, the Muyun family, the Ouyang family, the Su family, the Zhao family, the princes of the princes, the descendants of the emperors ...

They are also speechless, stepping forward, either sprinkling wine or burning incense.

Since then, many people have come, most of them are old friends of Ye Chen in the past, and most of them are after the reincarnation of Grand Chu.

The young disciples from all sides were also brought in.

At the moment, they are also bowing religiously, but with many doubts on their faces.

Since they remembered it, they will be brought here for memorial service every year by elders. They do n’t know who Ye Chen is until he is a mortal ancestor who once threw blood on this land.

One hundred years later, a new generation of people replaced old ones.

Grand Chu is now full of stars and stars, and Tianjiao disciples are emerging one after another.

A hundred years of rest and recuperation. This land has truly ushered in the first prosperous world after the catastrophe. All parties have been in peace. There has been no war in the past 100 years. The name of heaven is hung in front of each name.

For a hundred years, a new generation of mortals will replace the old.

In a secluded mountain forest, there are two more tombstones around Xiyan ’s tombstone, which is her father, empress and mother, and it is also a wild grass.

In a royal palace, Liu Ruyan ’s tomb, and the trembling old man no longer cleaned the fallen leaves for her, only when the night was quiet, there were so many ray of piano sound resounding between heaven and earth.

Boss, it ’s been a hundred years, and you ’re fine!

From afar, the Nine Respects of Ye Chen stood quietly, and there was a gentle woman around them.

In a hundred years, they have a free body, and they all have a family. They found their love in the world of Hongchen. Every year, they come here to commemorate and watch the statue of Ye Chen stay for a long time.

One hundred years!

Heavenly Profound Sect, Donghuang Taixin quietly looked up at the ethereal nothingness.

Like her, Fu Ya and the gang of old Quasi Emperor are also like this. They have become lame for centuries.

One hundred years ago, they gave away Ye Chen here.

One hundred years later, they still stop here and look up in that direction, but they do n’t know that the young man is still alive.

A few decades ago, the three thousand avatars of Ye Chen turned into fog at the same time. From that moment on, their eyes dimmed, and clone dissipated, proving that the deity had an incident and affected clone.

Perhaps, Ye Chen, which they had high hopes for, was dead and fell wearily in the boundless darkness and loneliness.

...........

The black hole in space is deep and dead.

Look closely. There is a faint light in the boundless darkness, like a grain of dust in the sky.

That's Ye Chen. He's not dead yet, he's still struggling.

Now he is old and pale, his hair is gray, his eyes are turbid and bleak, the holy light of the whole body is now and now, there is always the possibility of annihilation, and every step taken is extremely heavy.

He has been in this space black hole for a hundred years.

For a hundred years, he has been like a blind man, groping forward in the darkness, no direction, no end.

One hundred years, he did not destroy his beliefs, even though his hair was white and his waist was rickety, he was still advancing, walking in crisis, and insisting silently in loneliness.

I don't know when, he stopped and sat down wearily.

He took out storage bag, took out only the remaining three hundred Spirit Stone, crushed it instantly, and absorbed Spiritual Power in Spirit Stone.

A hundred years ago, he had more than 90 million Spirit Stone and endless Elixir in storage bag, but in this century of time, he was completely consumed. This dark world is not supplemented by Spiritual Power, Less consumption is less.

Now, the last three hundred Spirit Stone is exhausted.

He is burning Holy Blood as a supplement to his progress.

The years have been ruined, and the devastating torture of the powerful eucharist of the past, the backlash of the Celestial Wheel Heaven Road, has kept his foundation on the verge of collapse at all times.

This time, Ye Chen may disappoint you!

Ye Chen has a hoarse voice and vicissitudes of life. He sat there and dropped his proud head. Even the dust on his shoulders was not intended to flick. He was like a statue, and he wanted to sleep here.

Once again, he got up like a late old man, taking a heavy step, walking into the darkness is deep.

He is walking towards the end of life step by step. When the holy blood burns out, he will fall down, assimilated with the infinite darkness, no one will see him off, and he will be alone until death.

Every year, every knife carved is vicissitudes.

The lonely back fell down.

He was too tired, his dark eyes, his dark eyes flashing, his vicissitudes of his eyelids trembling uncontrollably, there was a possibility of closing at all times, and everything was gradually blurred in his eyes .

Xianlun Tiandao, open!

At the last moment with his eyes closed, he tried his best to perform the contraindication of Immortal Eye.

Of course, the gods favored him, and a black vortex appeared, with the first light in a hundred years of darkness and loneliness.