Chapter 1658: Emperor Taoming

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That night, Ye Chen came out of Hengyue without disturbing anyone.
The world and the two old men followed, hiding in nothingness and protecting in secret.
Two quasi-perfect escorts, Ye Chen's face is not small.
If Hongchen and Liudao are nearby, he will be aware of him. He is the root of the two, and he has a connection among himself.
Looking away, he looks like two or three years old, walking in the air, pink, and fleshy, it is lovely.
Those who saw it were all stunned, and then saluted in that direction.
As everyone knows, Ye Chen returned to his old age and was able to win the world at the age of two or three. Only Ye Chen is in this land.
I do not know when he went out of the monk world, into the mortal world.
He only opened his eyes as he passed by.
Below, is a group of mountains, the place where he first met Shangguanyu, and here is where he opened the skylight.
Three hundred years have passed, everything is still the same, messy, loose stones have been weathered by the years and gradually turned into loess.
Ye Chen rubbed his nose, with a little embarrassment in his smile.
Those amazing things have only been known to him so far. A cause and effect of red dust has been traced to this life from previous lives.
Flying across the mountains is the border of Zhao Guo. Xi Yan was Princess Zhao Guo that year.
Three hundred years later, this kingdom is no longer Zhao Guo, the dynasty has changed, and Zhao Guo of the past has become history.
A deep mountain, he fell from the sky, where there are two graves, one is the Emperor Xiyan and the other is the Empress Xiyan.
In front of the grave, the musk of Changming is burning, which is the magical power of monks. Needless to say, it is made by Xi Yan, and he does not forget his parents.
Ye Chen stepped forward, Sanxiang ignited, and inserted in front of the grave.
At that time he took Xiyan Xiudao, took away their daughter, and even in the battle of the demons, the white-haired man gave the black-haired man.
Today, their daughter is back, but they have been asleep for a long time, and the one missed before and after is the separation between heaven and man.
With a sigh, he left silently and went to the sky again.
The mortal realm is not smaller than the monk realm, there are countless mortal realms, wars are perennial, there are too many battlefields, and corpses are everywhere.
When Ye Chen passed by, the two countries that were still at war, could not help but stop looking at each other and knew Ye Chen was an immortal.
Otherwise, the world of monks is difficult for mortals to understand. They look like two or three years old and fly in the sky to make people fascinated.
With a short pause, the two countries are at war again, and their lives are like grass.
Ye Chen didn't manage it. The monk's world has the monk's law. The mortal world has the mortal world's law. Intervention is cause and effect.
He fell again, an ancient town in the mortal realm.
In the ancient town, there is a simple small garden with petals flying, and the small garden where Zheng Xingchen and the Saint Xingyue marry.
Tragically, Ye Xingchen was destroyed by Xian Xianjian that day.
Later, it caused even more blood robbery, and Hongchen, Chu Lingyu, and Chu Xuan died in that battle.
With a squeak, the door of the small room opened, and a woman with white hair came out, her face was peerless and her face bleak.
She was a monk, but she was dressed in plain clothes, just like the ordinary daughter-in-law's daughter-in-law.
This woman, needless to say, is the maiden of Xingyue.
Three hundred years of blooming flowers, a reincarnation, buried in love for a lifetime, left for a lifetime, or this mortal garden.
"I know, you will be here." Ye Chen smiled slightly.
"Someday, he will come back." Saint Xingyue pulled her hair, "I will wait for him no matter how long I am."
Ye Chen was silent, looking at Xingyue Saint, with guilt.
After looking for so many reincarnated people, there is no Ye Xingchen, letting the infatuated woman stay in the air just to wait for his return.
There was another sigh, Ye Chen was gone, his back was bleak.
He is like the maiden of Xingyue, who is waiting for Ye Xingchen, why not wait for Chu Xuan'er and Chu Ling'er.
How many people, like them, have returned to their hometowns, but none of them lived in memory.
On a silent night, he closed his eyes again, walked silently, crossed the mountains, and swept across Cangyuan, as a tourist, as an evangelist, all the way, and never stopped.
The road he traveled three hundred years ago, he went again tonight.
The difference is that in the past, it was the reincarnations of Dachu, and this time, it was Liudao and Hongchen.
An ancient city of mortals, he settled in front of a tea stand.
He still remembers that three hundred years ago, there was an old man selling tea here, a spiritual master who was abandoned to cultivate.
In that year, he had a rest at this tea stand, drank a bowl of tea from Lingzhen, but lost the so-called causality between the two.
Today's tea stand is still an old man, but it is not spiritual, he can see that it should be descendants of spiritual truth.
Let him remember that there are not many enemies, such as the Supreme Master Ling, such as Yin Zhiping, such as Cheng Kun, their figures are still lingering in memory.
His journey this way, dripping with blood, stepping on the bones of blood, it was a long time, and he would tell a story to future generations.
At last he glanced at the tea stall, and he embarked on a supper.
He did not return to the monk world, he was still in the mortal world, there was such a feeling that Hongchen and Liudao would be in the mortal world.
Next, it was a long journey. From the southern Chu Fanjie, he found the northern Chu Fanjie, followed by the northern end of Dachu, bypassing the north earthquake Cangyuan and heading south.
Unfortunately, no trace of Liudao and Hongchen was noticed.
Da Chu is too vast, and looking for two people is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
As night fell, he embarked on a sea that belonged to the Panlong Sea. It was difficult to see the land, and more of them were islands.
The sea under the night is sparkling, peaceful and peaceful.
"There is yin and qi." For the first time, the world elder stepped out of nothingness, standing left and right on the side of Ye Chen.
Without his reminder, Ye Chen also noticed something wrong.
Although his cultivation is low, his vision is still there. Those who have slaughtered the Great Emperor have no sense of quasi-Emperor level.
Under the attention of the three people, the calm sea surface was full of waves, and a mysterious and ancient power suddenly appeared.
Then, in the turbulent waves, two sarcophagi were raised, which were engraved with ancient runes, thick and cold.
"Emperor Taoism." Di Lao frowned, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"To be more precise, Nai Emperor is meditation." Tian Lao groaned, seeing more thoroughly, and had already broken what mystery was.
Ye Chen looked calm and stared in silence.
To rescue him during the Demon Wars, Lin Shihua acted violently to rescue him and summoned the dead Falun King.
This method, blaspheming the undead, has been classified as a prohibited technique since ancient times. Unless absolutely necessary, no one is willing to provoke the dead.
"In it, it must be a quasi-perfect emperor." Di Laoyouyou said.
"I'm more curious, who played the Emperor Dao Tongming." Tian Lao said with a faint whisper, and his consciousness spread out, looking every inch.
When the two spoke, the caskets of the two sarcophagi had fallen down, revealing two people, standing upright in the coffin.
The sarcophagus on the left is middle-aged, with a strong figure, black hair like a waterfall, but with a dull look, empty eyes, and a sculptural shape.
The sarcophagus on the right is a young man born with blood on his shoulders and dust from the years, showing the ancient vicissitudes of life.
"The Lord of Qiankun and the Emperor of the Five Elements." Di Lao's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he recognized the middle-aged and young people in the sarcophagus.
"It is actually the two great gods of antiquity." Tian Lao took a deep breath. "It is my honor to see this time."
"Rong is not honored, I don't know, but we should be in a trap." The dungeon glanced at the Quartet, and the mist and clouds began to linger, covering the heavens and earth, against the yin and yang.
"Different space." Tian Lao raised an eyebrow, a little surprised, "Dare to come to Da Chu to make a mess, and the other side really has two brushes."
"I haven't seen you for a long time." Ye Chen, who had been silent, opened her mouth slightly, looking calmly, looking straight ahead.
The old man in the world heard the words, and stared at the opposite.
In the hazy clouds, a figure came slowly.
It was a child, more precisely, a little girl, two or three years old, with a petite figure and not tall.
Her big eyes are clear and indifferent to the emotions revealed by nobody, her brows are engraved with ancient divine patterns, and the whole body is wrapped with colorful gods.
She has come from a distant age, and she has been walking through the years, dreaming like dreams.
"Ruoxi." Di Lao's eyes flashed a fine light, and he recognized who it was at a glance, wasn't that Ruoxi?
"No wonder Hong Chen and Dadao come to Da Chu." Tian Lao Dan said, "It seems that she must have come here."
Ruo Xi said nothing, a pair of indifferent eyes, only staring at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen didn't say a word, and looked away from it, without joy or sorrow.
Three hundred years later, she has not grown up, just as she did then.
Three hundred years later, he has returned to old age and is about the same age as her.
This picture is very strange. No matter if it is Ruoxi or Ye Chen, they are two or three years old, and their looks are undisturbed.
The cause and effect of the two of them should be a long time ago. It is unclear how the road is unknown, and the cause and effect are not set in motion.
"It would be nice if the two of them had a baby kiss." Di Lao rubbed his beard and made up such a sentence.
"I have had a husband and wife since I was a child, and my husband is very optimistic about them."
"Did we talk like this, isn't it a little bit careless." The dungeon coughed, his face was meaningful.
"Really." Tian Lao was serious, staring at Ruo Xi, faintly said, "Girl, who are you?"
"I underestimated you." Ruo Xi finally spoke, like a natural sound, beautiful and beautiful, with a magical power.
However, she did not say this to the two elders in the world, but to Ye Chen. One sentence contained many profound meanings.
"Have you ever seen me high?" Ye Chen's words were flat.
He did not say this to Ruo Xi, but to the Xiu Xianjian who controlled Ruo Xi, knowing that Xiu Xianjian was in her body.
For Xuan Xianjian, he was more hate, heartbreaking hatred, because of it, Chu Xuaner was guilty of death.
It is also it that killed Chen Zhan, who was the ancestor of the Eucharist. This is a monstrous blood debt. He does not remember it all the time.
And the emperor in the emperor's artistic conception was also beheaded by her, the emperor soldiers were broken, and the emperor's body came to a dim end.
"Today, the dust returns to the dust, and the soil returns to the soil." Ruo Xi raised his hand, printed the seal with one hand, and opened the seal of the Five Elements Emperor and Qiankun Lord.
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