Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 3179: What a crime in life
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The rumbling of Emperor Tribulation, I don’t know when it will be annihilated. I saw Emperor Venerable blood dripping, Yu Cangjio shaking, a Heavenly Emperor Tribulation, the battle was extremely fierce, mainly due to God giving face, Emperor Dao's laws are endless, heavens defying Like him, he was almost killed.
Fortunately, he passed, and the heavens added another heavenly emperor.
This point, by looking at his relationship with Ye Chen, we know that it can derive the ninth life of Megatron. This once his first life will never be weak.
"I am very optimistic about him."
Too many Emperor Supreme Masters scratch their beards, expression is meaningful, waiting for Emperor Supreme to recover.
After that, find him to practice.
The reason is that there is no other, because Emperor Zun and a certain Eucharist are born exactly the same. Anyone who sees his face tickles his inexplicable hands, but they can't beat Ye Chen. If they hit Emperor Zun, then say another Too.
Not only the Emperor Tian, but also the Emperor Huanghuang had such thoughts, as strong as the God of Heaven, and no exception.
So much so that when the emperor walked down Cangjiao, he always felt cold all over.
Don’t look at those old guys, all of them are gratified, but in fact, thinking about beating him?
"It's great."
On Taikoo 'Fairy Maiden Peak', Ye Xingchen's words were deep, and so were the Taoists of Ye Chen.
Their appearance is not so beautiful. They all looked up and looked, their hairs were disheveled like chicken nests, and their noses and faces were swollen, and their bodies were covered, except for footprints or footprints.
Yes, he was hammered.
When I came to Immemorial Great Desolation, I was beaten at both ends for three days, and the old guy who hammered them was very self-willed. The reason was surprisingly the same: you are very unhappy.
For this reason, they should know the reason, mainly that face, carved with a model of Ye Chen. The emperors did not do Ye Chen, so they took the surgery.
"I want to go home."
Ye Xingchen covered her face and said.
This place is too dangerous, and the deity does not care about them. The reason for throwing out is also the high-end atmosphere: if people are floating in rivers and lakes, how can they not love cutting?
Speaking of Ye Chen, it is the quietest end of Immemorial Great Desolation. It has not been awakened yet. It is like a stone carved statue, lying quietly on the cloud, with only frequent visions and sounds.
The empress watched it for a long time, before turning around into vain, going straight to a vortex, and before leaving, still at the peak of Taikoo, laid a barrier.
It is mainly Immemorial Great Desolation. There are too many restless emperors. Seeing the kind of Ye Chen that is not very cool, you can not let them run into trouble. It doesn’t matter if you hit the Eucharist. If it disturbs the Ye Chen enlightenment, it will be nonsense.
Behind him, Ye Chen shuddered a little, and frowned slightly in his sleep, as if having a nightmare.
"This is... where."
Ye Chen muttered, consciousness drifted away.
It took a long time to see him recovering clear and bright. He looked around in confusion, and realized that he was in a starry sky.
He looked and looked again, determined the future, only to know that this vast expanse of stars can see stars one after another, like flowers blooming in battle, flashing various colors of light, and even star wandering to the unknown distance.
It’s not clear to say that it’s a starry sky. It should be a universe. It’s quite similar to the heavens. It’s the same vast, ancient, and deep.
Moo...!
When he was watching, he heard the moo of the cow, which was powerful and long. He listened subconsciously.
At first sight, it is a green cow with a white-bearded old man, walking in the starry sky, sometimes stopping to look around.
"cultivator."
Ye Chen murmur.
When he called, he knew that the other party could not hear. For him, the universe should belong to the artistic conception, he was an illusory existence.
The green cow didn’t stop, carrying the old man, walking through his body, striding forward into the depths of the universe with a vigorous pace.
Ye Chen closed his eyes and walked slowly.
There are many figures in the starry sky, all of them are cultivating Taoism, such as a magic rainbow, crossing the sky, seeing the cultivation behavior, seeing the origin, and no one stopped to look at him.
Ye Chen is a novelty, stepping into an ancient star, surrounded by mountains and mountains, the Changchuan is vertical and horizontal, and the old trees and plants are quite lush.
Here, there are also majestic ancient city pools, and there are also misty fairy mountains, with many creatures, or mortals or cultivator, showing the prosperous scene.
"Peace and prosperity."
Ye Chen smiled, went to many corners, no gunpowder war, no blood war, peaceful weather.
Once again, when you enter the starry sky again, you will see the war and make him laugh. Some people have disputes or interests or desires.
Ye Chen did not pay much attention, and continued to walk, like a tourist, a place to travel, leaving no traces, this universe, people here will not change a little because of him.
I don't know when, he stopped.
It is now a continent, with a towering mountain, and a white-haired old man on the top of the peak cross-legged, looking around the mountain, full of people, densely packed, all filled with awe, looking at the white-haired old man's expression, then As if looking at the gods.
"What is Tao."
"The Tao is everything, the Tao is everything."
"Everything in the world can be done."
The old man is kind and eye-catching, and his words are full of words. Every word is full of Dao Yun and full of truth. The Sifang people who listen to it are all immersed in it.
Ye Chen smiles and listens.
This mountain should be the old man’s dojo, and the people below should be apprentices and descendants. As a senior, he is preaching to the younger generation.
Do not deny that the old man’s enlightenment on the Tao is still very high, quite a lot of words, even he listened to it, he was greatly inspired, it should be the power of this universe, to rank at the pinnacle of the world, there are so Feeling, at least Heavenly Emperor.
Facts have proved that his guess is not false. Although the white-haired old man has collected his coercion, some kind of Dao Yun can't be concealed. To his level, seeing Dao Yun is far more real than watching Xiu.
It's a pity that this old man has already shown signs of decay in his old age. The root of the Tao is already decaying. If it is not related to Advancing Rank, it will definitely become dust.
"Only one Supreme."
Ye Chen looks up slightly, can see the so-called emperor's brand through the void, and there are so many innumerable, but only the elder's emperor's brand is the strongest.
In this situation, it is quite similar to the days of the year. The ancient emperor was buried or left. With the changes of the years, the brand suppression is gradually weakened, but it will never dissipate. Only the brand of the new emperor is the most. Strong.
When he looked at it, the white-haired old man had got up and preached for three days, and finally ended, Xu Shi was tired, gently waved his hand, and turned away.
Below, the hearers still have a lot of thoughts. Many people have an epiphany, while more people have a slight wrinkle on their eyebrows.
Ye Chen lifted his foot and kept up with the old man. The supreme universe is indeed extremely old, the source is declining, and Shou Yuan is exhausted. I don’t know how long it has lived. From his old back, he can see the vicissitudes of life trace.
Ye Chen silently followed, the limit is approaching, the world may not know, he will see off the Supreme.
His follower, the old man didn’t know, took the steps of the old man, step by step away from time to time, sometimes stopped in the grass, will also settle in the mountains, at first glance is a long, muddy old eyes, except Nostalgia is vicissitudes.
Ye Chen watched silently.
He feels the old man’s state of mind. In his later years, Shou Yuan will end. Now, the roads and the places he has traveled may have been over. He wants to look at them before he dies.
Such a situation, like what he did in the past, is also approaching. He can’t find the road to the sermon. He always walks alone in the dark of the night, remembering his life.
The white-haired old man is gone again.
Yi Tiandi followed.
The two reappeared as a mountain forest, with no silhouette, quietness, and no disturbance in the world.
In the depths of the forest, there is an old grave. The grass on the side of the tombstone is rusty, and the words engraved on it are all mottled and unclear.
"Blood Lord, I'm here to see you."
The old man smiled and his voice was hoarse. He took a pot of muddy wine and spilled it under the tombstone.
From his eyes, he can't see hate and anger, more is nostalgia and vicissitudes, and sometimes he will be in a trance.
Ye Chen didn’t say anything, just quietly looked at it, I don’t know who the Blood Sovereign was, most of it was the old man’s opponent, or the Chou family, buried in the loess. The old old supreme came to worship him.
"You were in the same age, you are a god."
"Amazing like you, it's hard to escape the world."
"I am old too."
The old man said one word after another, he didn't know whether he was talking to himself, or he said to his former opponent that after a lifetime of struggle, he would not be a loess.
The old man said that it was three days.
He reappeared as a peach blossom forest. He worshipped his opponent and came to pay his respects to his former face. His old eyes were filled with muddy tears.
Following the journey, the aging old supreme, quite like a wanderer, has an ancient confusion.
Looking around, I will never see another half of the people of that year. The long life span has killed my relatives and friends. I have never been alone.
This state of mind, Ye Chen also understands.
The old man went on the road again, stopped and walked, passing the Dachuan Mountains and Rivers, passing the Pingchuan of Cangyuan.
Years are like a sword.
Ye Chen followed, feeling all the way. The old man reflected a glimmer of the setting sun. Whatever the supreme, it is difficult to stop the erosion of the years.
"Hometown."
The old man's voice is hoarse and he walks into a small town. Half of the cultivators are missing. They are all mortals.
The world is lively.
When you enter the small town, you are shouting and selling, street silhouettes, bustling, and full of prosperity, but in the eyes of the old people, it is already a thing of the past.
The old man stopped again, set the table, put on the head of the divination, and hung the white cloth with the engraved gossip. It was no longer a supreme supreme but a common fortune teller.
This is his old business.
If it weren’t for the yin and yang mistakes that year, it entered the journey of cultivation of immortals, and it has already become a fly ash in history. No one will remember him, let alone that myth and legend.
Ye Chen is sitting beside him.
Fortune-telling, he has done it. He used to be a hundred years old, and he is also in the world of Hongchen.
This time, he left.
This old supreme, should have found a home, to return to the roots in his hometown.
He is still the tourist.
Like the old man, he also stopped, still not knowing where this is, only knowing that this universe is more extraordinary than imagined, the vastness is boundless, and in his view, it is bigger than the heavens.
He walked far enough.
For him, the so-called time seems to have no concept, only to see the flowers and flowers bloom, year after year, they spend their time in the mood.
For a moment, he stopped at the top of the mountain, gazing quietly at his eyes, and the light of his eyes was deep.
Under his peep, the universe is declining, and its origins are gradually dying out. It was originally lush flowers and trees, but also withered bit by bit, the majestic raw spiritual energy, more depressed.
It took a long time before he lifted his feet into the starry sky. As he saw it, every ancient star full of souls, like flowers and flowers, was gradually declining. It was originally a bright star halo, a lot of dim.
"End of the era?"
Ye Chen murmured in his heart, but shook his head gently, without seeing Heavenly Dao, the end of non-annihilation, but the universe's Spiritual Power, but it was completely destroyed.
Perhaps a hundred years later, the world spiritual energy will be exhausted. The so-called cultivator will only exist in the legend, and this universe may also be completely destroyed with the vicissitudes of life.
Boom!
The sudden rumbling sound caused him to look up, and he could see the thunder and thunder, the cracks in the space torn, the vortex of the black hole appeared, and the star sand was swallowed.
Then, it is a hand that covers the sky. It is not accurate to say that it is covering the sky. It should cover the entire universe. Don’t say that the world, even Ye Chen, can’t help but heartbeat, this huge hand, The emperor may not be able to cover the universe!
He only saw the hand that covered the sky, but he didn’t know who it was. He only knew that the hand represented destruction. Before the sky actually fell, he saw the stars collapse and the stars exploded.
Boom! Rumble!
The starry sky is not calm. In the destruction, it has become a land of death, a piece of continent, falling apart, and flying debris, all of which have been crushed into ash.
Ye Chen frowned, looking at the Quartet, although far away, he could see the expression of the soul.
The confusion of mortals, the fear of immortals, and the horror of expert are all vividly interpreted.
"What is the crime of life."
The roar is hoarse, vicissitudes and hoarse, filled the entire universe, full of resentment and hatred.
Looking from a distance, I knew that it was the old man who was going to be Shou Yuan. It was the universe, the only supreme, who had rushed out of the mortal town and went straight to the sky.
He hasn’t seen him in a few years, he is even more old. At least in Ye Chen’s opinion, he has been alive for a few days. He is obviously the supreme, but he is still dead, the old muddy eyes, and the light of clear and bright will never be seen again. Like this class of people, half of his body has settled into the earth.
"What is the crime of life."
The old Supreme Scream is a roar from Soul, glaring at Cang Ao, glaring at the cover of the sky.
At that moment, he faded away from his old state and returned to his youth. It should be the blood sacrifice for the only remaining Shou Yuan, in exchange for the final sublimation.
His vicissitudes of life are like great shores, like a monument. From him, Ye Chen sees legends and myths, and a road paved by blood and bones. In the last battle of life, the perfect interpretation.
Unfortunately, even though he is sublimated to the fullest, he is still not enough to see, and under the ruined master of the sky, he instantly disappears.
"What is the crime of life."
Ye Chen is also asking, the sorrowful eyes, such a prosperous world, such great mountains and rivers, have been wiped out into nothingness by that ruthless big hand.
This universe turns into dust.
Ye Chen is a witness, has witnessed its prosperity, and also witnessed its destruction. Pieces of debris were smelted into the palm of the hand by that big hand, and turned into an ancient golden word.
That's a "dao" word.
Although the word "Dao" is brilliant, it can fall in the eyes of Ye Chen, but it is scarlet.
Because it is stained with blood from all living beings.