Chapter 1609: One hundred years and one dream

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The tearless fairy left, Ye Chen's tears filled her old face and soaked his beard.
In the hazy tears, I could still see two Qianyings, both wearing colorful fairy clothes and wearing Fengyuzhu.
At the bottom of Wuzhishan, he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep, like the statue was still.
Xuanhuang or Xuanhuang, Xu is no more ancient ancient holy body to create myth, much quieter than before.
However, there are still so many enemies running, most of them are upset, run here to vent some.
But Wuzhishan was silent and did not get the slightest response.
As soon as Ye Chen fell asleep, he never woke up after a long sleep.
Day and night change, day and night cycle, the years are changing.
In the third year, a shadow came to the mountain, dressed in black and a black cloak. Like a female killer, her face is not peerless, but she is also beautiful.
She is from the Nanyu Chiyan mercenary regiment. She is a good girl, but she has a nonsense name: Killing the Sky.
In the past, Ye Chen invited Chiyan for help in attacking the Peng tribe mines. There was also a transaction between them.
She stopped for a long time before leaving with a sigh.
In the fourth year after her, a man and a woman came to the foot of the mountain, and all of them were saints.
This is also an acquaintance, but he forgot two of the ancestors of the ancient Xingtianfu dynasty: Dongyang real person and Qingyue fairy.
In the past, Ye Chen, in search of reincarnation, worked with Yan Lao Dao, Lu Yu forgot the ancient stars, and participated in the auction.
It was there that Ye Chen saw the statue of Dong Huang for the first time. It was also there that he found the reincarnation of Bi You, which caused Hua Tiandu and the ghost emperor to cause a series of troubles. .
Forget the ancient Xingtianfu dynasty.
Dongyang real people and Qingyue fairy listened to Ye Chen's words, and then they set out on the road in search of Donghuang's sister-in-law.
They haven't seen it for more than a hundred years, and they have found the mystery.
Unfortunately, they did not find Dong Huang's sister-in-law, but they heard Ye Chen's legend and were crushed on Wuzhishan.
The two called for a long time, and also blasted at Wuzhishan for a long time, but they did not see any response from Ye Chen.
Qingyue Fairy and Dongyang frowned, looking up at the Buddha scroll on the mountain, then looked at each other.
The two turned around immediately, coming fast and going fast.
It ’s useless to leave the seal open and leave it behind. With this skill, it ’s better to look for great magical people.
Ye Chen was still asleep, and his body was covered with dust.
After seven years of sleep, his cultivation has fallen from the peak of the imperial realm to the fifth place of the imperial realm, and his life span has also decreased.
Zhou Tian's counterattack continued. If there was a blaze of flames, he should be burned bit by bit before it was finished.
He seemed too tired to show signs of waking.
Spring comes to winter, and in the blink of an eye, it is three more winter and summer.
In the tenth year, an old man came holding the wine jar, and carefully looked at it, it was the old man Zhundi who was fishing.
In the past, Ye Chen pursued and killed Zhiyang without giving him face, a quasi-perfect emperor, which has been quite awkward.
However, this time he did not come to Ye Chen to liquidate, but put a pot of wine on Ye Chen's tombstone.
With a sigh, he left with a clumsy hand.
Before leaving, he did not forget to glance at the Buddhist scroll hanging on the top of Wuzhi Mountain, and he was still shining with the light of Buddha.
That was the seal of the Buddha, and the non-polar Emperor soldiers could not be broken.
It's been a long time again, and ten years have passed.
On the horizon, someone came again, and it was an old man at dusk.
The old man was Xiao Yan. He was once an elder of the Taiqing Palace. He entered the Taiqing Palace for the purpose of killing himself.
Xiao Yan fell silent, and he was able to report revenge, thanks to Ye Chen. He would not have killed the enemy without Ye Chen's heavy waste.
Although it was just a deal, he thanked Ye Chen and sighed when he was crushed.
Late at night, he departed, his back was as bleak as that year, old and lonely, without spirit.
Thirty years are approaching, Ye Chen is still sinking in his dreams, and the dust on his body is thick.
The old man, Xiu Wei fell to the imperial realm.
If Suzaku comes, stands under the Five Fingers Mountain, and for a long time without a word, its look is extremely ugly.
That year, she left Phoenix Valley and found an old mountain for self-appointment. This one is more than thirty years old.
Waking up again, she didn't wait for Xuan Chen, but she heard Ye Chen's myth too much, so she came here.
Looking at Wuzhishan quietly, her eyes were narrow.
She was shocked, also amazed, shocked the little guy of the past, was so horrible, and also amazed Ye Chen's shocking actions along the way, each one is a myth.
But more in her heart was sadness. He, who had fought blood for Wan Wan Cang, ended up in such a miserable condition and was crushed by Wuzhishan, but no one cares.
She was helpless with the Buddha's seal.
After several calls, she turned around, looking for an overhaul to help Ye Chen escape from the suppression of Wuzhishan.
Time goes on and on.
Ten years of spring and autumn.
Twenty years of winter and summer.
Thirty years of flowers blooming.
This world has quietly been for nearly a century.
He was crushed for hundreds of years, but he also slept for hundreds of years.
For hundreds of years, weeds around Wuzhishan have been covered with weeds. The tombstones are also covered with weeds. Even the Buddhist scrolls hanging on top of the mountains have been covered with dust.
For too long a century, the world gradually ignores Wuzhishan and forgets the Eucharist that was pressed at the bottom of the mountain.
His legends and myths are being obscured by time.
Occasionally someone mentions Wuzhishan.
Occasionally when someone passes by, I will remember that Wuzhishan is still holding a Eucharist, and I wonder if it is still alive.
The old man sighed and couldn't help mourning for the Eucharist.
The younger generation was in awe and would salute Wuzhishan, and the one pressing down the mountain was a stunning senior.
Even after a hundred years, talented people from the Xuanhuang continent have emerged, but no one has broken his record of that year.
At the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain, there is no darkness, and it is cold and silent.
The ancient altar was dusted, and the iron chains were rusted.
Zhou Tian was ruthless and turned him into a realm.
Years are like a knife, and his body is engraved without skin.
The thick dust, layer after layer, seemed to be buried, the bottom of the dark mountain was his grave.
It was night again, the starry sky was vast, and the broken stars were like dust.
Suddenly, white snow floated in the sky, and heavy snow flew, adding a white coat to the silent night.
Snow covered Wuzhishan, and occasionally one or two flowers floated to the bottom of the mountain and fell on him.
The next moment, they heard the crisp impact of the iron chain.
He woke up, and after a hundred years, he finally woke up.
His eyes were murky, dull to dull, his skin was wrinkled, his body was gaunt, and the old man was not a little bit angry, as if he was about to get into the ground the next moment.
He sat down, silent, surrounded by death, and the breeze rolled in snow and cold.
"I don't need your mercy, death will be carried back to Da Chu." His voice was hoarse, with vicissitudes.
Outside the mountain, heavy snow was blowing and someone came on the snow.
It was a young girl, in a white cloak and a cloak, carrying a suqin, leaving a series of footprints on the ground.
Who is her eyes clear, her hair is flowing like water, and she is dyed with holy gods.
Walking between heaven and earth is like a flourishing lotus flower, blooming in the white snow, so that the color of time is dim.
Her eyes are indifferent, with no emotion on her small cheeks, like a fairy who sees through the red dust, does not eat the fireworks on earth, and does not provoke earthly dust.
To say this girl is very familiar, exactly the same as Emperor Jiuxian, but not Emperor Jiuxian.
Although she is a girl, she is not too young, she is over 300 years old. The reason why she is still a girl is because of the ancient and mysterious methods she practiced.
Ye Chen had looked up, and looked at the young girl in white carrying the harp, her eyes were covered with tears.
Xi Yan, that's Xi Yan, his apprentice to Ye Chen.
He didn't have to calculate, he could recognize her at a glance.
"Ye Chen, if you have an afterlife, will you marry me?"
An old love affair, with the tenderness of a woman, rang in his ear, and moved out of the scarlet memory.
In the demon army, she died on the back of Ji Ningshuang, calling his name, and smiling tenderly at him.
In the vagueness, he seemed to be able to see a playful little girl, flickering at him, smiling at him with a smile, innocent and carefree.
He thought of too many pictures of reuniting with Xi Yan, but he did not expect that this would be the way to meet him.
"Xi Yan." Ye Chen opened her mouth, but choked a few words, and the words were endless.
But Xi Yan couldn't hear her, only standing quietly at the foot of the mountain, only watching his tombstone quietly.
I don't know why, when she came here and looked at the words on the tablet, she suddenly felt very heartbroken, and inexplicably wanted to cry.
"Is the ancient holy body pressed under this mountain? He who came to Xuanhuang first and heard the most is him." The laughter rang, and a young man with purple hair beside Xiyan was passed on, with strong blood and vision.
Xi Yan was silent, still looking at Ye Chen's tombstone, the word Ye Chen on the monument looked very dazzling.
The reincarnation of her is very different from her previous life. In the previous life, she is ancient and strange, but this life is as cold as ice.
"It's a pity that I couldn't do a few tricks with the Eucharist." The young man with purple hair still said, his mouth slightly tilted, his eyes full of drama, "If he is here, I will suppress it with one palm."
"Can you open the blood to follow the limits?" Xi Yan whispered.
"I......"
"Have you cited the four emperors?"
"I......"
"Have you escaped the Wanted?"
"I......."
"Do you dare to rebel against the sun?"
"I......"
The reincarnation Xiyan, every word, was bland, but the young man with purple hair on the side of the top was stuffy.
All the deeds she said were legends of the Eucharist, and each one was a myth, and no one can break it.
The young man with purple hair flushed, his face was extremely ugly.
Who would have thought that, for a Eucharist, she would like him so much, if it wasn't for his mentality, he would have spurted blood.
When the two spoke, Ye Chen at the bottom of the mountain had vomited blood.
He wanted to sacrifice the memory of immortal light, and to unlock the ban on the past life for Xi Yan, but the seal could not be sacrificed.
Not only that, but Xiu was fallen, he didn't even have a sense of consciousness. His words could not be heard outside.
His hazy eyes were covered with bloodshots.
It's hard to come across. If you miss it, most of you will never be separated from each other, which will be a sad regret.
But Fo's seal was too strong, he was sealed.
When there was nothing he could do, he suddenly had a flash of light.
Immediately, he reached into his arms, and found a piece of jade Jane from the inside, which contained the memory of fairy light. Just crushing the jade Jane, you can also sacrifice the fairy light.
What makes him weak is that now that he has no power to bind the chicken, even Yujian can't break it, and can't help.
Helpless, he held Yu Jian in both hands and held it in front of his mouth.
He's biting with his mouth, like a dog ... on his bones.
His mouth was full of blood, and his teeth cracked.
After all, Huang Tian deserves a caring person, and Yu Jian is broken.
A ray of fairy light flew out and passed through Wuzhi Mountain.