That night, Ye Chen left Hengyue and did not disturb anyone.

The two elders of heaven and earth follow, hide in nothingness, and protect in secret.

Two quasi-emperor-level guards, Ye Chen has a very small face. He walks into the sky and closes his eyes without using his spiritual sense, but uses his spiritual spirit to sense it.

If the world and the six realms are nearby, they will be noticed by him. He is the root of the two, and they have their own connections in the dark.

Looking away, he looked two or three years old, walking in the air, pink, fleshy, and very cute.

Those who saw it were stunned and then saluted to the place.

As everyone in the Great Chu knows, Ye Chen is reborn and can win the heavenly realm at the age of two or three. Only Ye Chen is the only one in this land.

At some point, he left the world of monks and entered the world of mortals.

He opened his eyes when he passed by a world.

Below is a mountain, the place where he and Shangguan Yu first met, which was where he opened Amaterasu.

Three hundred years have passed, everything is still in a mess, and the scattered stones have been weathered by time and gradually turned into loess.

Ye Chen rubbed his nose, with a little embarrassment in his smile.

Only the two of them know about the amazing things that happened so far. The cause and effect of a period of worldly affairs has been pursued from the previous life to this life.

Flying through the mountains is the territory of Zhao State. Xiyan was the princess of Zhao State back then. She was ignorant of the world and embarked on the road of cultivation.

Three hundred years later, this country is no longer the State of Zhao, and the dynasties have changed. The State of Zhao in the past has become history.

In a deep mountain, he fell from the sky, and there were two graves standing, one was Xiyan’s father and the other was Xiyan’s mother.

In front of the tomb, the eternal musk is burned, which is the supernatural power of the monk. Needless to say, Xi Yan did it, and he never forgot his parents in the mortal world.

Ye Chen stepped forward, three incenses ignited and inserted them in front of the grave.

He took Xiyan to practice Taoism and took away their daughters. In the battle between the demons, the white-haired man gave the black-haired man.

Now that their daughter is back, they have long been asleep. Once they miss it, they will be separated by heaven and man forever.

With a sigh, he left silently and went to the sky again.

The mortal world is no smaller than the monk world. There are countless mortal countries, and there are wars all year round, with too many battlefields and corpses everywhere.

When Ye Chen walked past, the two countries that were still fighting couldn't help but stop, and they all looked up at the sky and knew that Ye Chen was an immortal.

Otherwise, it is difficult for mortals to understand the world of monks. They look like two or three years old, and they fly in the sky, which makes people fascinated.

After a brief pause, the two countries started war again, and life was like a mustard of grass.

Ye Chen ignored it. There are laws in the world of monks, and there are laws in the world of mortals. Intervening in is cause and effect.

He fell down again, an ancient town in the mortal world.

In the ancient town, there is a simple small garden with petals flying, and the small garden where the leaves and stars and the stars and the moon are married.

Sadly, Ye Xingchen was destroyed by the Zhuxian Sword that day.

Later, he caused even greater blood disasters, including Hongchen, Chu Lingyu, and Chu Xuan, who passed away in that battle.

With a creaking sound, the door of the small room opened, and a white-haired woman walked out, with a peerless face and a haggard face.

She was a monk, but she was wearing plain clothes, just like the wife of ordinary people, ordinary people, without any evil spirits.

Needless to say, this woman is the Star and Moon Saint.

Three hundred years of flowers fade and bloom, and one cycle of reincarnation has buried a life of love and left a life of sorrow, and it is still this small garden in the mortal world.

"I know, you will be here." Ye Chen smiled slightly.

"One day, he will come back." The Saint of Star Moon tied her hair, "No matter how long it takes, I will wait for him."

Ye Chen was silent, looking at the Star and Moon Saint, feeling guilty.

After finding so many reincarnations, Ye Xingchen did not have Ye Xingchen, so he let the infatuated woman stay at home just to wait for him to return.

Another sigh, Ye Chen left, his back was bleak.

He is so similar to the Saint of Star and Moon. She is waiting for Ye Xingchen, so why is he waiting for Chu Xuaner and Chu Ling'er?

How many people are like them, although they have returned to their hometown, but they do not have the people they used to live in their memories.

On the quiet night, he closed his eyes again, walked forward silently, crossed the mountains, and passed through the Cangyuan, like a tourist or a preacher, never stopping along the way.

The road he walked three hundred years ago, I walked again tonight.

The difference is that what I was looking for was the reincarnation of Da Chu, but this time, what I was looking for was the Six Paths and the Red World.

An ancient mortal city, he was immersed in front of a tea stall.

He still remembered that three hundred years ago, there was an old man selling tea here, who was abolition of his cultivation.

Back then, he had rested at this tea stall and drank a bowl of Lingzhen's tea, and eliminated the so-called cause and effect between the two.

Today's tea stall is still an old man, but not Lingzhen. He could see that it should be a descendant of Lingzhen.

He could remember not many enemies, such as Master Lingzhen, Yin Zhiping, and Cheng Kun. Even though the years passed, their figures were still wandering in their memory.

He was bleeding and trampling on his blood along the way. Those were glorious years and would be told into stories to future generations.

After a last look at the tea stall, he set foot on the sky.

He has not returned to the world of cultivators, but is still in the world of mortals. He has such a feeling that the world and the six realms will be in the world of mortals.

Next, it was a long journey. He found the Northern Chufan Realm from the Southern Chufan Realm, followed by the northern end of the Great Chu, bypassing the Northern Zhen Cangyuan, and heading south all the way.

Unfortunately, no traces of the six paths and the world were noticed.

The Great Chu was too vast, and it was like looking for needles in a haystack.

As night fell, he walked into a vast ocean. It belonged to Panlong Sea. It was hard to see land, but more of it was island.

The sea at night is sparkling, quiet and peaceful.

"There is Yin Ming Qi." The two elders of heaven and earth stepped out of nothingness for the first time, standing next to Ye Chen's side, one on the left and one on the right.

Without reminding him, Ye Chen also realized something was wrong.

Although his cultivation level is low, his vision is still there. Those who have killed the emperor have never been below the quasi-emperor level.

Under the gaze of the three, waves appeared in the calm sea, and a mysterious and ancient power suddenly appeared.

Then, two sarcophagus rose in the surging waves, which were carved with ancient runes, thick and cold.

"The Emperor's Way is connected to the spirit." Di Lao frowned, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"To be more precise, it is the Emperor's Dao to the Underworld." Old Tian pondered and saw more thoroughly, and could already break what kind of secret method it was.

Ye Chen looked calm and stared silently. It was a magical art of unrestrainedness that could connect with the underworld. Please give birth to a powerful existence.

During the war between the demons, Lin Shihua acted recklessly to save him and summoned the dead Dharma Wheel King back.

This method, which blasphemed the dead, has been listed as a forbidden technique since ancient times. Unless it is absolutely necessary, no one is willing to provoke death.

"Inside, there must be a quasi-emperor level." Di Lao said leisurely.

"I'm even more curious about who used the Emperor Dao Tongming." Old Tian said lightly, his spiritual sense dispersed, and he searched inch by inch.

When the two of them were talking, the lids of the two sarcophagus had fallen down, revealing the two people standing straight in the coffin.

The sarcophagus on the left is middle-aged, with a majestic figure, black hair like a waterfall, but dull expression, empty eyes, and like a puppet.

The sarcophagus on the right is a young man with bloody hair and his shoulders are covered with dust from time to time, exuding the ancient vicissitudes of life.

"The Lord of Qiankun, the Emperor of Five Elements." Old Old narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he recognized the middle-aged and young man in the sarcophagus.

"They are actually two great gods in ancient times." Old Tian took a deep breath, "It should be our honor to see you this time."

"I don't know whether it's honor or not, but we should be trapped." The dungeon glanced around, and the misty clouds began to linger, covering the universe of the world and reversing the yin and yang of nature.

"Spread space." Old Tian raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised, "You dare to come to Da Chu to cause trouble, the other party has two tricks."

"Long time no see." Ye Chen, who had been silent, spoke lightly, with calm eyes, looking straight ahead.

When the two elders of heaven and earth heard this, they also looked at the opposite side and looked at the Void.

A figure slowly walked in the hazy clouds and mist.

That was a child, and to be more precise, a little girl, who looked two or three years old, had a petite figure and was not tall.

Her big eyes were clear and indifferent, and her emotions were revealed. Her eyebrows were engraved with ancient divine patterns, and her body was wrapped in colorful divine clouds.

She has come from a distant era, walking along the long river of time, like a dream, and cannot find opportunities or catch the origin.

"Ruoxi." A glimmer flashed across the eyes of the old man, and he recognized who it was at a glance. Isn't it Ruoxi?

"No wonder Hongchen and the Six Paths came to Da Chu." Tian Lao said calmly, "It seems that it must be because of her."

Ruoxi said nothing, with her indifferent eyes staring at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen didn't say anything, and looked at him with the sky, without any joy or sorrow.

Three hundred years ago, she still hasn't grown up, just like that.

Three hundred years ago, he is reborn and is about the same age as hers.
To be continued...