Nianci Mountain was rumbling and was about to collapse. The rolling evil spirits raged in the sky, and the flying snow also stopped.

The little nun and the old nun were trembling and rushed over.

A scary scene was seen from afar: Fairy Wulei was pinched by Ye Chen's jade neck and lifted it into the air.

"Fellow Daoist, you..." The old nun's expression changed drastically.

"Get out." Ye Chen's sound of eternal thunder made the old nun's eardrum rupture and he collapsed to the ground.

The little nun was frightened, her face was pale, her small body was trembling, and she didn't dare to move. Ye Chen was too terrible.

"Answer my question, when will the City of Tears come?" Ye Chen stared at Fairy Wulei with bloody eyes, like a crazy evil beast.

"I don't know." Fairy Wulei said lightly, with a cold expression and no one's emotions fluctuated. Wulei was ruthless, she was like a puppet, not knowing what pain was.

"I don't know." A cold light suddenly appeared in Ye Chen's eyes, and the golden palm was raging, and the silence and coldness were extinguished.

Fairy Wulei's delicate body was stained with blood, and her body began to be broken. She was a saint, so she had no power to resist.

Ye Chen had murderous intent and killed her in an instant.

"Ye Chen, don't stop." The female voice suddenly sounded, and a peerless woman appeared, and it turned out to be the Northern Saint.

"Get out." Ye Chen scolded coldly, and the quasi-emperor sword appeared. He turned his hand and slashed out of the Milky Way, making him extremely domineering.

The dignified Northern Saint was cut off by a sword before he even stepped forward. With her combat power, she could not match Ye Chen.

She gritted her teeth and wanted to rush up to stop her again.

However, before she could set off, a hand covered with calluses was placed on her shoulder, which made her stagnant.

Looking at the man who banned her again, I took a closer look and found that it was the old man who sold wine in the small town at Nianci Mountain?

The old man was still wearing a big cotton jacket, like a sloppy old man, his steps were old, but he was unpredictable.

He was so strong that he just brushed his hand gently and saved Fairy Wulei, and Ye Chen was also forbidden by him.

Ye Chen's eyes were red, and the ancient holy blood boiled, but he could not break through the confinement and his magic power was blocked.

"Let me go, she didn't lie to you." The old man said gentlely, pulled Ye Chen out of Nianci Mountain.

Bei Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, brushed his jade hand gently, rubbed the old nun's secret wounds, wiped away the little nun's memory, and then looked at Fairy Wulei.

Fairy Wulei's clothes were stained with blood, but her expression was calm and surrounded by divine clouds, covering the scars of the whole body.

"The Supreme Being Forgets Love, It's really domineering." Bei Sheng murmured softly, and turned around and left to chase Ye Chen.

Here, the old man has brought Ye Chen back to the ancient town and appeared in an ordinary farmhouse.

"The wine from the square is warming up." The old man, like Cihe's old man, handed over a pot of turbid wine.

"Senior, who are you?" Ye Chen looked at the old man quietly, his bloody eyes also dissipated, his tyranny was curled away, and there was a hint of clarity.

"Like you, a person with a miserable life." The old man held his hands and looked up at Piaomiao, with his old face full of remembrance. "My wife is also in that city without tears."

"this......"

"Naihe Bridge! It really makes people helpless." The old man shook his head, smiled dryly, and looked vicissitudes.

Ye Chen was silent, picked up the wine pot, and poured it into pieces. He and the old man were indeed suffering people.

The old man should be luckier than him and tried to step on the Naihe Bridge, but he didn't even have that opportunity.

For some reason, he felt angry at the ethereal city of tears. The world was clearly sentimental, but why did there be no tears, making the world full of sad marks.

God is really good at making fun of people, giving people hope, but he is even more disappointed than despair. The invisible big hand is just fiddling with fate.

The farmhouse became calm, and both of them were just drinking.

At some point, the old man seemed to be tired and fell asleep in the wine pot. He was a quasi-emperor and even slept in his sleep.

Ye Chen drank alone, a pot of turbid wine, the more bitter it became. The more he drank, the more sad the world became, and it made people tremble.

He got up and staggered in the dark night.

After leaving the town, it was a vast land again, with heavy snow falling, burying a series of footprints behind him.

He set out on the road again, and nowhere to go, he stepped through ancient cities and found one reincarnated person after another.

The lovers finally got married, and he was happy to see this warm picture, which also made up one couple of lovers after another.

But after more than two hundred years of long journey, he was still alone, with a bleak figure and lonely no one to accompany him.

In this way, March passed quietly and he left the western desert.

Under the moon, he was a little old, his hair was already snow-white, his eyes were full of wrinkles, his beard was already long, his eyes were dim, and his raised back was also bent.

Now he no longer needs to cover his body with a black robe or with a ghost to cover his face, because his old form and hunched body are the best cover.

Who would have thought that an old man who seemed to be old would be an ancient holy body that was so angry that he was so angry.

It was another quiet night with bright stars.

He walked out of an ancient city, where there were reincarnations, and there were two, and he was a pair of companions in his previous life.

He made another couple and sent his blessings silently.

But when the breeze blew, he couldn't help but bent down, coughing up blood violently, his breath was low and he was listless.

His cultivation level fell from the saint level and he became a quasi-saint.

This night should be a memorable day.

Time aging makes people grow old, and it is best to use him to interpret it. However, he is in his prime, but he is aging rapidly.

"How long do you have to follow me?" Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse and extremely dry.

Behind him, the space was twisted and a peerless woman walked out.

She is the Northern Saint, under the bright moonlight, like a dream like a fantasy, holy and flawless, like a banished immortal in the world.

Since Nianci Mountain came out, she followed Ye Chen all the way.

She is the only person who witnessed his transformation from glory to dimness, whether in terms of cultivation or life span.

She didn't know what happened to Ye Chen, nor did she know what kind of story he was hiding, but the current ancient holy body, in this form, made people feel inexplicably distressed.

Is it that the hero is old? Or is it that these years are too ruthless?

"How could you become like this?" Bei Sheng bit his teeth lightly and looked at Ye Chen, feeling a burst of pain in his heart.

"Did you scare?" Ye Chen smiled hoarsely, perhaps because he was tired, so he sat under an old tree to rest.

"The Holy Body shouldn't be like this." Bei Sheng stepped forward and saw the old face. The messy white hair slapped in the wind, making her unable to help but push it away.

"In the eyes of the Northern Saint, what kind of holy body should be?" Ye Chen took out the wine pot, his eyes dim.

"The bloodline that is as shoulder to shoulder as the emperor should soar in the sky." The Northern Saint sacrificed a pill and pressed it into Ye Chen's back. It was a pill that supplemented his life span.

However, although the level of the spiritual pill is not low, it can replenish a hundred years of life, but after entering Ye Chen's body, it was dissolved by a mysterious force.

Bei Sheng frowned, frowned very deeply, "Zhou Tian evolved."

"The vision of the Jiuli tribe is really not as fierce as it is." Ye Chen smiled, "It's indeed Zhou Tian."

"Who is full and has passed on you to such a secret method." Bei Sheng's face looked ugly, even solemn.

"I should thank him." Ye Chen held the wine pot and couldn't help but remember it. It was not because Zhou Yi was hiding it from him, because with this secret method, he did find many reincarnations, which was a gift.

"He is a lunatic, you are a lunatic."

"So excited, may you fall in love with me?" Ye Chen raised his head and looked at Bei Sheng with interest.

"Who will fall in love with you so old?" Bei Sheng shaved Ye Chen hard, "The ancient ruins stripped my clothes and haven't settled the score yet. Nian Cishan killed me with a sword. I remember it for you?"

"I understand in seconds." Ye Chen consciously took out Fen Ji, "I have to be careful, and I will be destroyed if I don't have the same protection."

"I don't have time to joke with you." Bei Sheng was so angry that he wanted to laugh, and then pointed ahead, "That is the eternal river. Crossing the river is the Beiyue realm. Go to the Chiyue Ancient City to wait for me. I'll find someone to save you."

As he said that, Bei Sheng stepped into Xutian and turned around and disappeared.

Ye Chen shook his head and smiled, took his last sip of wine, and got up, leaving no hope for the Northern Saint.

Even the sword gods of the heavens were helpless. He couldn't think of anyone who could find him to treat him, it was useless.

There is indeed a big river ahead, with rolling waves and magnificent momentum, which is the dividing line between the Western Desert and the Northern Mountains.

This is a vast river that has thousands of miles across the country.

There are also ancient legends about this river. According to legend, it was transformed by a wisp of blood from the ancient emperor, integrated into the earth, turned into a river, and witnessed the changes in the world.

Ye Chen climbed into the sky, overlooking the eternal river, finding vicissitudes and magnificent power.

Crossing the river, the vast land is all the way north.

After three days of unworthiness, a small ancient city came into view. It was unknown, and it was the Red Moon Ancient City.

The ancient city of Chiyue at night is still bustling and bustling, with big red lanterns hanging high, and shouting and hawking.

There are mortals in this city, and there are many people performing on the streets, which has attracted many praises. There are also people watching the attics on both sides. The arch bridges on the river are the most lively.

Ye Chen moved Zhou Tian, ​​but did not find the reincarnation.

After crossing the street, he stopped in a small restaurant, waiting for Beisheng, and wanted to see who she was looking for.
To be continued...