Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 2260: I still have to sit down
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After hearing the words of Emperor Ming, Emperor Huang's sideways stared at Ming Emperor.
Obviously, the heaven in the mouth of Emperor Ming is not the heaven in Grand Chu.
Tianting, an ancient existence, Rao is his great saint, listening to only legends, and not knowing the real heaven, where it came from and who created it has always been a mystery, a Since ancient times, no one can unravel the fan.
"There is no need to look at me like this. Regarding the secrets of the heavens, only the big Emperor Realms is eligible to know." Emperor Ming said indifferently, knowing that Emperor Huang was confused, but he could not say.
The Emperor Huang's eyes closed and he took a deep breath.
I do n’t know why, whenever he has doubts and ca n’t understand it, he wants to find Emperor Ming to do a fight. You are a slut, you ca n’t say, do n’t you provoke my curiosity! A question mark was set for Lao Tzu, why don't you talk about it, and you shouldn't be able to marry a wife.
Deep Emperor's face is deep, and there is a joy in his heart. Lao Tzu doesn't say, mad at you, don't always scare me. Lao Tzu has a collector's edition, the kind you must see every day.
Also happy, there is Ye Chen.
Climbing the ninety-nine-story stone ladder, I almost got on my life, and finally got on the dragon chair, I felt absolutely cool.
It seems that he is an emperor at this moment, just waiting for the ascension and waiting for the courtier to bow down?
He once lived as an emperor. The feeling of bowing down to the people still exists, and his life has reached its peak, which is almost full.
"Not bad." Ye Chen sits in danger, quite emperor-like.
This dragon chair is also more extraordinary than he imagined. It has a sense of warmth and coldness. The fart reaches the whole body, flows into the limbs, immerses the internal organs, nourishes the five organs and six veins, nourishes the Qijing Bamai, even his origin , Shen Zang and Dao Ze, also touched by it, actually intertwined the Grand Dao Tianyin, resounding in his Divine Sea, there are so few moments, but also almost epiphany.
Ye Chen is quite amazed. The dragon chair is not simple. It is more mysterious than the sky-empty enlightenment stone and helps enlighten the Tao.
In the midst, he can still smell a faint fragrance of women. It is not in this era. It is precipitated in the years, ancient and vicissitudes.
Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and looked left and right. He always felt that in the ancient times, it was not a man but a woman sitting in this dragon chair. Yes, it was a woman. The faint fragrance of women is the most Good proof.
When I was looking at it, the huge Lingxiao Temple shivered.
Ye Chen only felt the blink of an eye, and the scene in front of him instantly changed, the dark and solemn Lingxiao Treasure Hall, which reproduced the glory before the ages, the immortal air, the mist and cloud, the glorious hall, the golden and glorious hall, the divine light, The one-inch bricks and tiles are all stained with luster, and there are more visions. The dragon circling, the phoenix hissing, the white tiger roaring, and the Xuanwu Tuolu, it is really a fairy palace in the world, and a treasure in the sky.
In the midst of meditation, Ye Chen seems to be able to see a figure, and salutes him, more precisely, salutes the dragon chair, more precisely, the person sitting on the dragon chair Salute, and that person, not him.
Ye Chen glanced subconsciously, looking to the side, as if sitting alone, a magnificent woman, after accepting Wan Ling kneeling, she is the real body, the pinnacle of supremacy.
Of course, these are all illusions. Ye Chen is a swaying god, and he is restored to its original state. The glorious Lingxiao Temple is once again in the dark, only a touch of ancient time.
Then, the Ye Chen with a brutal face flew out, and the dragon chair flew away from the steps, rolling down, not an ordinary embarrassment.
Get up again, the Ye Chen shakes a few times, then it stands firm, looking up at the dragon chair with his mouth straight, Laozi almost caught his life before climbing up, can't you sit for a while?
The white jade dragon chair didn't respond to his abdominal slander. Its silence seemed to say: This is what you can sit in? Little Great Saint, don't have a little bit in your heart?
"No, I still have to sit down." Ye Chen wiped his nose and swept his face up.
To say, the tenth emperor of Grand Chu is also free enough to find a reincarnation, but he got up with a dragon chair and refused to sit. He wanted to sit shamelessly.
One experience of climbing a stone ladder, Ye Chen is a familiar journey.
Climbing up to the ninety-ninth floor, he was paralyzed, like a slump of blood and mud paralyzed there, and almost lost his life.
Although the divine hall of Lingxiao Baodian is gone, the coercion is still there. Great Saint , Has long been crushed into fly ash, if there is no broken imperial soldiers to resist the coercion, even Ye Chen 'Ancient Desolate Emperor Physique' , Most of them are gone.
This point, Emperor Ming sees it most thoroughly.
It ’s not a blow. If the Lingxiao Baodian is still the Lingxiao Baodian of that year, with the Ye Chen repair at the moment, even the door ca n’t get in, and you still want to climb the ninety-nine stone stairs? Still thinking of sitting in that white jade dragon chair? As far as you are concerned, ten thousand lives are not enough for you to die.
In the Hall of Ling Xiao, under the white jade dragon chair.
The Ye Chen, which has become a full body, reshapes the holy body, protects it with a broken emperor, and joins the dragon chair again.
He did n’t sit up again at this time, but he did n’t want to be shocked again. He just touched his chin and circled around the dragon chair. For the first time in a real sense ... to study the dragon chair.
It is not accurate to say that it is a dragon chair. It is more like a couch, and you can lie down and sleep for a while when you are tired. On it, you can sculpt strange lines like a fairy pattern, carrying a mysterious charm, I don't know who carved it, and the gas is natural.
The most impenetrable thing for Ye Chen is the material of the dragon chair. It belongs to the type of jade, but it ca n’t see what kind of jade it is. It only knows that the body is smooth, warm and cool, and occasionally flashes a little or two points of fairy light. , Loaded with dreamy colors, shaking Ye Chen trance.
Can't help but Ye Chen glanced towards Chaos Tripod.
Its Life Source device is more honest than expected, just above his head, hangs peacefully, this is not its style, if on weekdays, it has long been unable to bear the urge to eat, broken Lords who the imperial soldiers want to swallow are really a bit abnormal today.
For the owner ’s eyes, Chao Ding is unmoved, as if to say: I ’m full and not hungry.
Regarding this, Ye Chen has another look: Why do n’t you dare!
Do n’t dare, Chao Ding did not dare. Just look at it, you know the extraordinary of this dragon chair.
And what it really fears is not the dragon chair, but the person who once sat in the dragon chair.
In its view, the remaining faint scent of women is more scary than the Jidao Emperor.
Do n’t even dare to make an idea, which makes Young Master Ye more interested in this dragon chair.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, looking into the dragon chair.
After three or five breaths, he saw that he lowered his head and covered his eyes with his hands. He could see that there was blood flowing between his palms and fingers, and he was hit by a big backlash without paying attention. Both eyes were black.
He with a rib, decided to make another wave and applied the Zhoutian evolution to the dragon chair, trying to deduce its owner.
After three or five breaths, he could n’t stand up.
This time, it was n’t just eyes that bleed. The entire Qiqiao bleeds, the meridians are broken, the bones are broken, the Shenhai is booming, the 'Nascent Divinity' is trembling, and the dazzling holy body is almost falling apart. The backlash force almost swallowed it.
At this time, the tenth emperor of the restless Grand Chu is finally divided, holding the dragon chair with one hand, coughing one bite after another in blood, not kidding, he is confused, he can no longer distinguish between real and unreal, I always felt like I was floating in the air, and if one failed, I could still go to hell.
Two backlash before and after, Ye Chen finally fainted.
In the blur, he seemed to see a beautiful shadow, like Chang'e on the moon, holy and immaculate, not eating the fireworks on earth, not disturbing the dust of the world, farther away than the dream, which is beyond expectation.
Ye Chen is asleep, but Chaoding Ding is a little restless, buzzing and trembling, circling around the dragon chair, and the broken imperial soldiers, also joined up.
One sword and one sword, quite interesting, circling around the dragon chair.
The purpose of the two is not the same. Chaos is thinking, whether to discuss with this dragon chair to see if it can be merged, and the broken emperor sword is more diffuse, there is no memory of Lingxiao Baodian, and I do n’t know the dragon The origin of the chair, I tried to remember, but more confused.
Finally, the turbulent chaotic tripod was shaken out far away.
The Broken Emperor Sword slipped through Yan'er and rushed into the body of Ye Chen. Immediately afterwards, Chaos Ding flew back and hid in Ye Chen Shenhai. It seems that he did not intend to come out in a short time.
The gloomy Lingxiao Temple is silent, majestic and solemn.
"It's a miracle that he can live." Looking at the scene in the temple, Emperor Ming gave a deep voice.
Look at Emperor Famine again, standing quietly. I do n’t take any care of Emperor Ming's words. Ask what to say, go and entertain yourself!