The rumbling of the Emperor's Tribulation was annihilated at some point. I saw the Emperor's blood and bones drifting, Yu Cangmiao shaking. The battle was extremely fierce. It was mainly because God gave face. The emperor's laws were emerging one after another. He was almost destroyed like him.

Fortunately, he passed by and added another Heavenly Emperor, and it was not an ordinary Heavenly Emperor.

This point can be seen from his relationship with Ye Chen. It can lead to the ninth life that is trembling with the world. His first life will never be weak.

"I, I really like him."

Too many Supreme Emperors stroked their beards, and their expressions were meaningful, just waiting for the Emperor to recover.

Then, ask him to practice.

The reason is that the Emperor is exactly the same as a holy body. Whenever he sees his face, his hands are inexplicably itchy, and he cannot beat Ye Chen and the others to recognize him. If he beats the Emperor, then it would be another matter.

Not only the Emperor of Heaven, but also the Emperor of the Quasi-Desert also has such a mind, as strong as the God of Heaven, and is no exception.

So much so that when the Emperor walked down Cangmiao, he always felt a chill all over his body.

Although those old guys all looked relieved, they were actually thinking about beating him?

"very nice."

On the ancient Jade Girl Peak, Ye Xingchen's words were deep, and Ye Chen's former Taoist bodies were also like this.

Their shape is not very beautiful. When they look up, they all have messy hair like chicken coops, all of them have bruised noses and swollen faces, and their bodies are covered with footprints.

Yes, it was hammered.

Since the ancient times, they have been beaten up every few days. The old guys who have hit them are very willful, and the reasons are surprisingly consistent: It seems that you are very unhappy.

They should know the reason for this, mainly because of that face, which was carved out in the same mold as Ye Chen. The emperors could not beat Ye Chen, so they attacked them.

"I want to go home."

Ye Xingchen covered his face and said.

This place is too dangerous, I don’t care about them. The reason I gave was also high-end, elegant and upscale: people are in the world, so how can they not like to cut them?

Speaking of Ye Chen, he was the quietest end in the ancient prehistoric world. He has not yet woken up. He is like a stone statue, lying quietly on the clouds, with only strange phenomena frequently occurring and only the sound of the sound is resounding.

The empress looked at it for a long time, turned around and went straight to a vortex. Before leaving, she set up a barrier at the peak of the ancient peak.

The main thing is that there are too many restless emperors in the ancient times. Seeing that Ye Chen is not very happy, they can't let them come to make trouble. It doesn't matter if they attack the Holy Body. If Ye Chen realizes the truth, it would be nonsense.

Behind him, Ye Chen suddenly trembled, and in his deep sleep, he frowned slightly, as if he had a nightmare.

“This is…what.”

Ye Chen murmured, his consciousness drifted away.

After a long time, I saw that he had returned to the clarity. I looked around in confusion and realized that he was in a starry sky.

He looked and looked, sure that he had gone in the future, only knowing that this vast and boundless thing could be seen, like flowers competing for beauty, shining with various colors of light, and even star sand wandering, floating towards the unknown distance.

It is not accurate to say that it is a starry sky. It should be a universe, quite similar to the heavens, equally vast, ancient and profound. When you are in it, you will feel a sense of awe.

Moo...!

Just as he was watching, he suddenly heard the moo of a cow, which was vigorous and lengthy, and he subconsciously turned his head.

What you see is a green cow carrying an old man with a white beard, strolling in the starry sky, occasionally stopping and looking around.

"Monk."

Ye Chen murmured.

He called and realized that the other party could not hear it. To him, the artistic conception of this universe should belong to, and he was an illusory existence.

Before the green bull stopped, he carried the old man through his body and walked towards the depths of the universe with vigorous steps.

Ye Chen closed his eyes and walked slowly.

There are many figures in the starry sky, all of whom are practicing Taoism, like divine rainbows passing by, unable to see the cultivation level, and no one can stop to look at him.

Ye Chen is new and enters an ancient star. Among the stars, the mountains are lined with mountains, the rivers are crisscrossing, and the ancient trees, plants and trees are quite lush.

Here, there are also majestic ancient cities and fairy mountains shrouded in clouds and mist. There are many creatures, either mortals or monks, showing the prosperous scene.

"A peaceful and prosperous era."

Ye Chen smiled and went to many corners, without gunpowder, without bloody war, and the weather was peaceful.

However, when he entered the starry sky again, he saw war, which made him laugh, and there were disputes, interests, desires, and intrigues.

Ye Chen did not pay too much attention and continued to walk, like a tourist who passed by without leaving any trace. In this universe, the people here will not change at all because of him.

He stopped at some point.

Now it is a continent with a towering mountain. There is a white-haired old man standing cross-legged on the top of the peak. Looking at the surroundings of the mountain, there are people, densely packed with awe. Looking at the expression of the white-haired old man, it is like looking at a god.

"What is Tao?"

"Tao is all things, and Tao is all things."

"Everything in the world can be the Tao."

The old man had kind eyes and his words were ethereal. Every word was full of Tao and was full of truth. People from all over the world were immersed in it.

Ye Chen smiled and listened.

This mountain should be the old man's temple, and the people below should be disciples. As a senior, he is teaching scriptures to his descendants.

I do not deny that the old man's understanding of Tao is still extremely high, and he has a lot of words. Even after hearing it, he was greatly inspired. He should be the powerful of this universe, and he is ranked at the peak of the world. If he has such an understanding, he will at least be the emperor.

Facts have proved that his guess is true. Although the old man with white hair has restrained his pressure, a certain kind of Taoist aggregate cannot be concealed. At his level, looking at Taoist aggregate is far more real than looking at cultivation.

It’s a pity that this old man is in his old age and shows his desire for decline. His roots are already in decay. If he does not have the opportunity to advance, he will definitely become dust.

"Only this supreme."

Ye Chen looked up slightly and could see countless so-called imperial Taoist imprints through nothingness, but only the old man had the strongest imperial Taoist imprints.

This situation is quite similar to the heavens of that time. The ancient emperor was either buried or left. With the changes of time, the brand suppression gradually weakened, but it will never disappear. Only the brand of the new emperor is the strongest.

When he saw that the old man with white hair had already stood up and preached for three days, it was finally over. Perhaps he was tired, so he waved his hand gently and turned around and left.

Below, the listeners still have not fulfilled their wishes. Many people suddenly realize it, while more people frowned slightly. There should be a lot of confusion and need to continue to comprehend.

Ye Chen raised his foot and followed the old man. The supreme of the universe was indeed old enough to the extreme. His origin was declining and his life span. I don’t know how long he lived, but he could see the traces of vicissitudes of life on his old back.

Ye Chen followed silently, the deadline was approaching, and the world might not know that he would see the supreme farewell.

The old man followed him without knowing that he was walking away step by step, step by step, and sometimes he stopped in the misty place and could also settle down in the mountains. He looked at it for a long time. His turbid old eyes were not only remembering, but also vicissitudes.

Ye Chen looked at it silently.

He empathized with the old man's state of mind. In his later years, his life was about to end. The roads and places he went now may have been there, and he wanted to take a look before he died.

This situation is very similar to his back then, and he was about to come to an end. He could not find the way to attain enlightenment. He would always walk alone in the late night and remember his glorious life.

The old man with white hair left again.

Emperor Ye Tian followed.

The two of them appeared again, and there was a forest without any figures, quiet and quiet, and there was no trouble in the world.

Deep in the mountains and forests is an old grave. The tombstone is covered with weeds, and the words engraved on it are mottled and can't be seen clearly.

"Blood Lord, I'm here to see you."

The old man smiled, his voice hoarse, and he took a pot of turbid wine and sprinkled it under the tombstone.

In his eyes, there is no hatred or anger, but more about remembrance and vicissitudes, and sometimes he will be confused.

Ye Chen didn't say anything, just staring quietly, not knowing who the Blood Lord was. Most of the old man's opponent or enemy, who was buried in the loess. He would not have thought that after endless years, an elderly senior emperor came to worship him.

"You were so imposing in the past."

"As amazing as you, you can't escape the vastness of the world."

"I'm old too."

The old man said one after another, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or to his former opponent that after a lifetime of struggle, he would be nothing but a piece of loess.

The old man said this for three days.

He appeared again, and was a forest of peach blossoms, worshiping his opponents, and also worshiping the beauty of the past. His old eyes were filled with turbid tears.

Along the way, the elderly and supreme emperor seemed quite confused and had an ancient confusion.

Looking around, I can’t see half of the people from that time again. The long lifespan of my relatives and friends has endured unprecedented loneliness.

Ye Chen also understands this state of mind.

The old man set out on the road again, stopped and walked through the mountains and rivers, and passed through the plains and plains.

Time is like a knife killing the genius.

Ye Chen followed him and sighed all the way. The old man reflected a slanting light of the setting sun. So what about the Supreme? It can't stop the erosion of time.

"home."

The old man's tone was hoarse and walked into a small city. None of the monks were seen, all of them were mortals.

The world is lively.
To be continued...