Chapter 1646: Come back home

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The battle fell, and the corpse of Tianxu ran across the wild, and blood flowed into the river.
The earth was dripping with blood, the sword was broken, and the blood-stained banner was flying in the yellow sand to welcome the sky.
Who would have thought that in this world, more than 10 million monks were buried, and there are four deities only at the quasi-perfect level.
In this battle, all the four clan except the imperial soldiers became dust. Thousands of years later, there will be a fortune in history.
"Go home." The nine emperors of Da Chu ascended to the sky, took Ye Chen, and also brought 50 million monks, and went straight to Da Chu.
As soon as he went home, the 50 million monks in the heavenly court cried.
Three hundred years. At this moment, they waited for three hundred years.
It's like a lost orphan, and the hometown of the nightmare is the embrace of the mother, full of warmth.
The spectators all looked up, with awe in their eyes, the nine emperors of Chu, too powerful, and once destroyed the five emperor traditions.
Fighting today, they made a name for themselves in heaven.
This legend is destined to become an immortal myth, passed down from generation to generation.
The nine emperors left, and the five heavenly kings in the restricted area also turned around. One entered Tianxu, one went to purgatory, one entered the earth, one step forgotten the river, and one went to Huangquan.
In order to find Da Chu, he has been away for 300 years.
The restricted area also has a mission. After returning this time, I dare not run away arbitrarily, because the five major restricted areas have too many relations.
The sword glanced at the empty sky, his eyes fixed on a person, immediately raised his hand, and took it over the next day.
That's the old beard, isn't it the old Yan?
"The younger generation has seen the sword god." Yan Laodao hurriedly saluted, whispering in his heart, I do not know why Jianfeidao arrested him.
"You know where the king is." Jian Feidao didn't squint, as if he knew that the home of Yan Laodao was the king.
"More than a hundred years ago, I worked with Ye Chen and Bei Sheng together to perform, only one picture, I don't know where it is!" Yan Laodao took out a jade bamboo slip and immediately crushed it.
Fragmented Jade Jane, showing the divine light, transfigured a curtain of water in midair.
"The sword has extensive experience, I don't know if I can see what this place is." Yan Laodao tentatively looked at the sword god.
The sword didn't say a word, glanced at the water curtain, and looked at Donghuang Taixin and many quasi-monarchs of Tianxuanmen.
"It takes no time to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere."
Zhutian Sword Exorcism, Kunlun Goddess Donghuang Taixin, Danzun Seven Nights, Tianxuanmen Zhundi, and Jiuhuang Lord, they all turned together and chased the Nine Emperors ascending the sky.
The great mountains and rivers in which the water curtain appeared are exactly Chu.
But everyone wondered how the Dachu, who should be robbed, went to Da Chu without even realizing the Xuanmen.
They wondered, and Yan Laodao also scratched his head, somehow.
The spectators have been stunned for a long time, still in shock, dizzy and unconscious, dreaming at ease.
The big show is indeed a big show, this time it's nothing.
For years, I have never seen such a huge battle.
Tens of millions of monks, more than a hundred quasi-perfect emperors, and more than a dozen extreme emperor soldiers, this grand occasion is absolutely glorious.
"This is all thanks to the ancient ancient Eucharist. If it weren't for him, there would not be such a scene." Too many people lamented.
"Since he came to Xuanhuang, the fruits have been bigger than ever."
Many people sighed and started to pull fingers to count again. Ye Chen was shocked all the way and was stunned.
Sure enough, wherever he went, there was blood robbery everywhere, just like an unlucky child, he didn't like him.
But it turns out that, to see him not pleasing to the eye, one by one was sent to Huang Quan, the team can line up the elders.
"Don't mess with anyone in the future. The nine emperors of his family are too cruel. The nine emperors are also overbearing."
"Can you say two more in the future?" The old guys scratched their beards. "He has only one last breath."
As soon as this remark came out, all the people in the Quartet regretted that the desolate ancient Eucharist in the world of Megatron was just a war of the last days.
"Leave." Laozhu Jundi handed him slowly, and turned slowly. "I didn't figure out where Dachu was."
"Hundreds of quasi-perfect emperors must be able to rescue Lao Qi." The yak brothers are all secretly determined.
"He was born to be a person who wrote myths." Nandi smiled. "Leave and go to the ancient city of Kunlun and wait."
The crowd followed, and only Beisheng remained. He looked at him in silence, shaking his teeth slightly, with a complex look and worries.
She expects Ye Chen to be alive, at least until she tells her hidden love, even if she is rejected, she has no regrets.
The breeze blew, and she turned and followed the crowd.
The vast world was instantaneously empty, the wind was whistling, rolled with sadness and whining, and was precipitated by the years.
The stone monument of Da Chu stands tall and stuns all over the world: Those who commit my big Chu will be stunned from afar.
The celestial stars are vast and vast, ancient and ancient.
On this day, the people of the heavens always felt something more, a vicissitudes of air filled the vast sky.
Looking away, it is a beautiful mountain, with beautiful mountains and rivers, and full of life, hiding many ancient memories.
It is Da Chu, which was left over three hundred years ago, and is integrated into the heavens. It draws from the roots of the heavens and repairs the scars.
"Come back, we're back." Across the distance, he heard the hoarse cry of the 50 million monks in heaven.
"Three hundred years." The monk, who was reincarnated in Dachu, ran from all directions, like a tide and a sea.
The two sides are in the same place, embracing each other, looking for their loved ones and old friends, with tears in their faces and crying.
The descendants of the emperor, the kings of all generations, the three palaces, nine palaces, eighty-one gates, Yanhuang, Dancheng, Xiong family, Shangguan family, Situ family, Haotian family, Dongfang Ximen Nangong Beichen, Panlong Sea, Qixi Palace, cast sword city.....
The Great Chu Heavenly Court, all major forces, are all inherited.
Three hundred years ago, they fought against the demons and died in this land. At this moment, their blood was also stained.
Three hundred years later, they met again, the endless past, the endless vicissitudes, and the endless tears.
Before and after, it is the past life, this life, the period of three hundred years, is the red dust, like a fantasy dream, ancient and distant.
In Zhongtong earth, in front of the hero's grave, the monks from Dachu gathered. The stone monument was densely carved with countless names.
It was three hundred years ago, Ye Chen and dozens of remaining monks, carved a knife at a time, through the years.
Nowadays, most of the 90 million British souls in Da Chu have returned, but there are still many names, so far no one has claimed them: Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, Long Ye, Zi Xuan, Chu Hai Shenbing, Daohuang, Zhuge Yu, Dugu Ao, Dan Chen, Dan Yi, Chu Cangzong, Nangong Yue, Oriental Jade Spirit, Shangguan Xuanzong, Zhong Jiang, Zhong Yan, Ji Ningshuang, Tiger Baby, Four Kings ...
They may not have been found, or they cannot be reincarnated. As early as 300 years ago, they really turned into historical dust.
"Every day, I will come and wipe the dust off your name for you." Tang Ruxuan held Xiong Er's arm with tears in her smile.
For three hundred years, it was a flash, but it was also long. Her long hair was still so white, with a dull look, and arousing pity.
"Every day, I look up at the starry sky, expecting my Xuaner, without too many tears." Xiong Er, who has always been unreliable, also said a love affair and revealed the most true feelings.
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"Father, mother, sister, we have thought about it for 300 years." Haotian Shixue and Haotian Shiyue were full of tears.
"Reunited." Haotian Xuanzhen and Hua Yan smiled mildly, looking at his daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren, with unprecedented excitement and hazy eyes.
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"In these years, there is nostalgia." Yang Dingtian, Xu Fu, Dao Xuan real person, huge Sichuan old tears.
"A hundred turns and thousands of times, I will never forget it." Situ Nan, Liu Yi, Nie Feng, and Ye Wuxue all wiped their tears.
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"Although he is only three hundred years old, he suddenly feels older than the previous life." Gu Santong smiled slightly, with nostalgia in his smile.
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"Sister Shi, if you live in another world!" Zhong Li's voice was hoarse, and his words were vicissitudes. "I never expected to see you again."
"Someday, Master and Brother will return." Hongchen Xue looked at the stele, her beautiful eyes were hazy.
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"Here is my hometown." Xie Yun was holding Mu Wanqing, Duan Yu was holding Yun Meng, Qin Yu was holding Ji Ruyan, and he was holding Barbarian .... His words were full of tenderness.
"Da Chu, it's beautiful." The girls smiled tenderly.
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In memory, Monk Dachu left Zhongtong Earth, Yutian Yujian, Tengyun drove the fog, and gathered to Tianxuanmen.
They can still stand here, thanks to Ye Chen, but they came back, but Ye Chen of Dachu fell down.
Everyone looked up, staring at him with hope, hoping that person would wake up and walk out of Tianxuanmen alive.
In Tianxuan Gate, hundreds of quasi-perfect emperors stood around a cloud platform, and the sealed Ye Chen was lying on it.
"Are you sure the king is in Dachu?" Yuehuang looked at Donghuang Taixin.
"It has been positioned with nine emperors, and indeed a trace of breath has been found." Dong Huang whispered, "But there is a mysterious power covering him, it will take some time."
"I was very surprised, Da Chu had a glimpse of the emperor. The king of the people should be robbed here, and the reincarnation of the heavens was not even noticed?" Yan Huanghuan looked at the Tianxuanmen quasi-perfect emperor, looking puzzled.
"It's because we are too young to look down on the king of people." Dong Huang shook his head with a smile. "He is the soul of the Emperor, who is the ancestor of Zhou Tian. It's not surprising that he can escape from the Emperor's Road."
"Afraid or afraid, even if you find Wang Fuxi, it is difficult to change the life for Ye Chen." Someone sighed, "He has only one breath left."
"Always try." The Nine Emperors shot one after another, constantly applying secret methods, suppressing Ye Tian for Ye Chen, lest that overbearing power be swallowed up even by his last breath.
Hundreds of potential emperors such as Sword God, Taihuang Taixin, and Dan Zun also cast spells one after another. It is the extravagant hope to save Ye Chen. Only hope to stabilize Ye Chen's tone, that is the key to his life.
Ye Chen lay still, still, her consciousness drifted away.
In the dimness, he seemed to see a desolate soil, the sky was dark and dull, the lightning flashed and thundered, full of silence.
On the demon soil, there is a back of a mighty shore in gold armor, leading a million generals, walking all the way to the sky.
The consciousness is blurred again. When the picture is reappeared, the soil of no delusion has been stained with blood. It seems that after a monstrous catastrophe, the bones pile up into a mountain, and the blood gathers into a river.
Millions of gods are gone, and they died in that land.
On the blood-colored magic soil, only the back of the mighty shore wearing gold armor, dripping with blood bones, holding a broken sword, swaying, and marching hard in the end.